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Caught

By: Misty Angel 77



The crackle of the leaves and twigs beneath his feet made him cringe. The more silent he tried to be the louder every sound seemed. Shaky hands fumbled through his pants pockets as he found his keys. Slipping inside he removed his shoes and took them in hand as he tip toed upstairs. Removing his clothes, he quickly climbed in bed, his breathing filled the room as he exhaled a breath of relief. He had made it back with no one the wiser.

One sleepy eye peeled itself open as he gazed at the clock, it was almost noon. Sudden panic struck him, he had forgotten to set his clock and was now several hours late in preparing his Masters breakfast. Jumping from bed he climbed into his clothes that were now a crumpled mess. Rushing downstairs he saw his Master sitting with coffee in hand and a book, sitting waiting impatiently.

"To me boy!" Dashing to Master Michael's side, Nathan knelt. His eyes down cast to hide his embarrassment. "I'm waiting boy. I do hope you have a good excuse for such behavior." said Master Michael with a tone of disappointment in his voice. 

"I forgot to set my alarm Sir." replied Nathan. 

"It would appear you have forgotten many things slave. One being your leaving without permission," snorted Master as he reached and took a handful of Nathan's sandy blonde hair in his hands and pulled back hard. Nathan swallowed hard as he lifted his head and stared into the dark brown eyes of his Master. "There is little you do that I am unaware slave. As always you will pay dearly for your transgression." Releasing Nathan's hair he shoved him aside. Tumbling to the floor, Nathan remained still as Master stood and walked away. Just as Nathan was about to sigh a breath of relief, Master stopped, turned to face him and with a deep and angry tone announced, "The dungeon one hour, you will have those balls and cock clean shaven! Is that clear boy?" 

"Yes Master it is perfectly clear Sir." replied Nathan as he knew his reprieve was short lived.

The touch of the blade against his balls along with the soapy feel on them made him squirm with delight. Soon his balls glistened in the light of the room as so did his cock. Looking at the clock, he washed himself quickly and removed the remainder of his clothing. Each step that descended down into the dungeon popped beneath his slender 175 pounds of flesh. His blue eyes slowly adjusted to the dim lighting. Entering the room he saw Master waiting. In the center of the room lay a barrel on its side. 

"Lay with your back over the barrel, hands above your head!" snapped Master. Doing as told proved to be a challenge as this position left him arched backwards. Master Michael secured his hands to a length of chain, leaving him enough room to go forward several inches. Master then did like wise to his ankles but they were separated leaving his cock and balls open to Masters desires. Master left for a moment, returning with a set of nipple clamps, a leather ball separator and some fine rope. Stepping across Nathan's chest he slowly unzipped his pants and removed his limp cock. Even limp it was still a good six inches. Lowering himself, he tickled Nathan's lips. Swiftly Nathan opened his mouth and sucked hard. Soon his Masters six inch cock grew to a bit over nine. Lifting himself up, Master Michael tucked his cock away and continued his work. 

Securing the first clip to Nathan's right nipple, just tight enough so it wouldn't pull free, Master attached a length of rope to the center chain between the clips then attached the other clip to Nathan's left nipple. Stretching the rope he tied it off at an eye hook in the floor. A constant pull tugged at Nathan's tender red nipples as he moaned softly. Kneeling between Nathan's outstretched legs, Master attached the ball separator and tied a length of rope to it and secured it to a hook in the floor. Leaving his balls and nipples stretched in both directions. 

"You will receive ten swats from the my flogger for the lie and ten for leaving the grounds without permission. Every five minutes your nipple clamps will be tightened one and a half turn so the burning never ends. If you shift in either direction you will bring more pain to your nipples and balls. Since you are so found of fucking others without my permission, I am going to fuck you till you beg to cum." snorted Master Michael. The first blow hit the head of his cock. The sudden pain causing Nathan to jump and in turn causing the clips to pull harder, the following blows covered him from his inner thighs to his chest, each one harder. By the time all twenty had been administered, his balls and nipples were aflame from the constant pull on one or the other as the barrel rolled a bit with each shifting of his weight. His body a cascade of welts accented by a sheen of sweat that glistened in the dim light. His breathing coming in gasp as he absorbed the pain.

Tossing his flogger aside, Master Michael removed his jeans to reveal a fully erect cock in need of attention. Planting his knee's on each side of Nathan's head he dangled his heavy balls directly above the boys mouth. "Suck slave and don't dare let me feel teeth scraping my balls!" Lifting his head forward, Nathan slowly sucked his Masters balls within his mouth. Sucking first one then the other and finally both at once as Master Michael toyed with his tender nipples. Without warning, the clip on Nathan's right nipple bit harder as Master tightened it one and a half turn and waited for the pain to engulf Nathan. A few moments past and then Master Michael took Nathan's left nipple in hand and did like wise as the slave bucked against the pain. Stepping aside, Master Michael stood and left the room, leaving Nathan with a raging hard on, his balls almost pulled to their limit and his nipples aching as the blood tried to enter them. 

As promised, Master returned to complete Nathan's punishment. Tighten the clips on his nipples to their limit he watched as his disobedient slave squinted his eyes in pain. "Oh Master these clips are eating their way through my nipples, please remove them Sir!" Nathan whimpered as he tried to hold still. Releasing Nathan's hands and the rope that tugged on his nipples gave Nathan hope that soon the clamps would come off. Instead he found no relief was to come as of yet. Sliding him off the barrel, Master rolled it out of the way then released his ankles but kept his balls tied to the floor.

"Hands around your ankles boy, its time for your Master to use that tight asshole of yours to bring relief to his throbbing cock!" Nathan grabbed his ankles as he felt the leather thongs begin to bind his wrist to his ankles. leaving him bent double with his ass in the air and his nipple clips brushing the carpet. "Scoot forward till your balls are stretched to their limit slave." Sliding forward, Nathan felt the stretching of his balls once more and the tugging of his nipples as he moved forward against the carpet. Once he had gone far enough to please his Master, he felt the rope connected to his nipples being threaded past his face and once more attached to the floor bolt this time tied off so there was no movement allowed. 

Stroking his cock, Master spit in his hand and lubricated his cock well, placing both hands on Nathan's ass cheeks he pried them apart. With no hesitation he slammed his thick meat into Nathan's asshole, pounding it as if he were trying to push it into Nathan's throat. Every shove sending Nathan forward and causing excruciating pain in his balls as well as causing the clips to scrape the carpet when his nipples were stretched even more as his hips were pulled back by Masters strong hands. Over and over, deeper and deeper, Master fucked his slave, each stroke a lesson, each moment of pain a reminder of who was the Master and the consequences of failure. The Moment arrived, with a shrill moan, Master filled Nathan's ass with hot sticky cum, smacking Nathan's ass as he pulled free, he sighed. "Who is Master boy?" 

"You are Sir, thank you for taking so much time to use your slave and punish him for his transgressions." replied Nathan as he lay patiently waiting his release which came once Master had a smoke and coffee and the cum had stopped oozing from Nathan.

Caught



There goes that MILF from next door. I wonder what she's doing around here. Billy Walker had just left his friend's house to go home, when he spotted Angela Peters drive by. But when she stopped down the street, about twelve houses away, and pulled into the driveway of a house on the other side of the street he got very curious. He hopped on his bike and started on his way down there. As he got closer he saw her get out of her car and quickly go to the front door. It opened before she even rang the bell. A hand came out and grabbed her arm. She gave a little shriek and a laugh as she was pulled inside. Is this her boyfriend? Is she cheating on her husband?

He chained his bike to a tree in front of the house next door. He quickly went up on the porch of the house she had entered. He saw Angela and some man kissing. The man was holding her around her waist, but he slowly slid one hand around her and grabbed her right buttock. He watched them kiss for a few minutes then the man pulled her after him as they left the room. 

Billy vaulted himself over the wooden railing at the end of the porch onto the side lawn. He quickly went down the side of the house to see if he could see any more. There were no windows on the side of the house so he went around back. Sure enough there was a light on in one window, but as he got closer, he could see the shade was pulled down. Aw shit he thought I guess that's that. When he tried looking in he found the frame of the window blocking his view. I wonder, he thought, he raised his right pants leg and pull out the K-Bar knife that his dad had given him before he shipped out to Afghanistan. His dad was a Ranger and had showed him how to use a knife. Don't hold it as if you are going to stab.

You hold the handle but with the blade to the side. That was you can slash or parry a blow or turn wrist and then stab. Then he showed him a few other moves. Then he said you know kid if you practice these moves for 30 minutes each day you could become a pretty good knife fighter. It was true the knife had saved him from being robbed by a couple of guys who wanted his bike. He had cut one and the two of them ran off.

Anyway he put the knife between the frame and the sill, and levered up. The phone was lying on the frame recording nothing, or so he thought. The window moved easily upward. He put his fingers under the frame and raised the window as high as the shade. He could see into the room clearly. He picked up his phone back it was still recording and set it on the sill, he was shocked at how good a picture he got. It was as if he was in the room with them.

Angela was almost nude, she was just lowering her panties. Her pussy was almost bald except for a landing strip of hair covering her slit. The hair was cut close so it made the slit more obvious.

"Hurry up Frank, I've been fantasizing about sucking your dick all day."

Frank had just dropped his boxers and said, "Ok baby, crawl over here and get your reward."

Angela did just that, she crawled over to him on her knees and took his cock in her left hand. Billy guessed he was about eight inches long, not very thick. She stuck her tongue out and was pushing it into the tiny slit on the tip. The she wrapped her lips around his cock and started sucking. Her cheeks sunk in as she sucked hard.

"You're getting too good at cock sucking, I don't know how much longer I can hold out. I'm gonna ... uuunnnn ... uuunnnn ... uuunnnn. Don't swallow I want to see it first."

Angela pulled back and his dick made a popping sound as it came out of her mouth. She tilted her head way back and opened her mouth.

"Gee, I thought there would be a lot more. It felt like so much more when I came. There's only about a tablespoon in there. Ok, you can swallow now."

"Can you fuck me now Frank or do you need a few more minutes to recover?"

Frank sat down on the end of the bed, "Come here," and he pulled her onto his lap. He started sucking on her nipples first one and then the other. 

"God, I love it when you suck on my tits." But suddenly his hand was between her legs. His fingers were massaging her clit. "No, Frank you goanna make me cum ... AAAHHHH. Oh, you rat bastard I wanted to cum with your cock inside me."

"Don't worry baby you will." He picked her up and tossed her onto the center of the bed. Then he crawled up between her legs. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs wide apart. She actually screamed she thought he was about to tear her in two. But he draped her knees over his shoulders and started to pound his cock into her. From the way they were laying the phone had a perfect view of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

Suddenly she was screaming, "Don't stop Frank, don't stop, I'm gonna ... goanna ... Cummmingggg baby.

They were lying side by side resting. The two of them were covered in sweat.

"You know I've been married to Burt almost three years and in all that time, I haven't had a single orgasm from that selfish bastard. Sometimes he doesn't even last thirty seconds, and when I try to talk to him about seeing a doctor. He always says we're doing just fine , we have a kid don't we?" 

"What time is it Frank, I think I've gotta get going? Casey is probably up from her nap and is going to be hungry."

His answer was to flip her over face down and crawling between her legs, grabbed her hips and pulled her to her knees. 

"No, no." she screamed, But it was already too late, his cock was already driven balls deep up her ass. His hips were pounding into her faster and faster. She was automatically thrusting back against his forward thrusts. Sweat was beginning to drip from the tips of her nipples and nose. One of his hands slipped around her sliding over her belly and down to her cunt. His fingers immediately began stoking her clit, pinching it, and pulling on it. His other hands went lower, two or maybe three fingers slip into her baby chute. She was so wet she could hear a squishing sound as he worked his fingers in and out of her cunt. He knew exactly how to maintain complete control of her body. The moans and groans that she let out matched the look of ecstasy on her face. The video phone captured it all, both sight and sound. Finally at the end she announced her orgasms.

"I'm Cummmingggg ... I'm Cummmingggg ... I'm Cummmingggg ... Cummmingggg ... Cummmingggg. 

Angela collapsed face down onto the bed totally exhausted. "Oh you bastard, I told you I had to get going. Casey goanna get up and start crying for her dinner and now I can't move. Do you want me to get caught?"

"Don't worry everything's goanna be fine."

He pulled her off the bed and half dragged and half carried her into the bathroom. He sat her down on the toilet seat lid, and rested her body against the wall next to her. He turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature. Then he carried her into the shower. He loved washing her. She felt so soft and smooth compared to when he washed himself. Finally when they were both washed, he took the shower head from it holder and turned off the water. He removed the shower head and just held the flex hose. He held the hose to her pussy and turned on the cold water. 

Angela came awake with a shout, "What the fucks happening?"Her eyes were wide and she was almost fully awake. Frank was holding her and she was struggling mightily, but he was much too strong for her. When she was fully awake he helped her out of the shower.

"You asshole, I told you I had to leave. Casey is probably crying for her dinner."

"I don't know why I did it. I just needed to have you one more time. Just tell Burt there was a fender bender and you got stuck in traffic."

She was fully dressed now. She gave him a peck on the cheek and ran to her car and drove off. 

Billy was sitting on the grass behind the house. He couldn't believe his luck. He had over an hour of video, he could make a porno flick out of it. 

That night, after his mom went to bed he downloaded the video from his phone to his hard drive. The he opened his video editing program and began to make a movie. As he zoomed in on Frank's hand gripping her ass cheek, he could clearly see his fingers massaging her buttock. After that in the bedroom he caught her removing her bra and rubbing the red marks on her chest and sides, He didn't know he had caught that till just now. As she lowered her panties he zoomed in on her pussy. He could clearly see her slit through the close cut hair over her pussy. That was when he could hear them for the first time. He could clearly hear her tell Frank to hurry because she wanted to suck his dick. And then Frank told her to crawl over to him. 

Billy was shocked, he spoke aloud, "Jesus, these phones are better than most video cameras."

He saw her take Frank's cock in her hand and lick the tip of his cock. He backed the video up and zoomed in to see her suck Frank's cock. But now, in the close up he could see Angela stick her tongue into the slit of his cock, and then kiss it before she put it in her mouth. When she started to suck on it, it was very clear that she was sucking hard because he could see her cheeks indented as she sucked hard.

Frank was telling her how good she was as a cocksucker, and then when he came he told her not to swallow because he wanted to see his cum in her mouth. Billy could plainly hear her beg Frank to fuck her after she was allowed to swallow his load.

When he finished the editing it was clearly a damming video for Angela. She was the one who wanted all of this. Now all Billy had to do was figure out how to use the video to blackmail her in to being his slave. It was after 2 AM in the morning and he was exhausted. That's enough for today, I gotta get some sleep. I'll worry about the rest tomorrow.

The next day, when Angela got home, as she entered the door, she called out, "Honey, I'm home. Sorry I'm so late. There was a fender bender and it really screwed up traffic." She smiled, that was exactly what Frank told her to say yesterday, when she was going to be late. Except Burt was late getting home too. So she paid the baby sitter and they called for a pizza later. Today, she could hear Casey crying in her room. As she was walking towards the living room she was saying, "Why didn't you take her out of her crib she's probably ... she saw Burt sitting on the couch, his face was in his hands, it sounded like he was moaning. 

"What's wrong honey, are you sick?"

"I got downsized. There's no more job. We're probably goanna loose the house. We're goanna end up on the street. I told you something like this could happen. You had to have a baby now. I told you, we must keep a year's worth of cash to be safe. But no you wanted a baby now. What the hell was your hurry? You're only twenty six.

"So you're laying everything off on me. It's my fault you got fired."

"I got downsized, and yeah it is you fault. I warned you something like this could happen. Do you know we're upside down with this house. Everything we have is goanna be lost, why the fuck do I listen to you. I gotta get out of here I need some air. 

Burt got up grabbed his jacket and slammed the door on his way out. 

That son of a bitch. He's blaming me because he was laid off. That lazy bastard he couldn't even change his daughter's diaper. Angela walked into the baby's room and was about to pick up Casey, when she thought she's probably wet, so she stopped and got a flannel blanket which she laid on the top of the basinet. Then she got Casey and laid her on the blanket. She was correct, the baby was wet, and so she removed the wet diaper. She stepped on the pedal of the trash container and dropped the wet diaper inside. 

Just then her cell phone rang. She laid the baby back in her crib she went to get her phone. She fished it out of her purse and in an annoyed voice answered it, "Hello"

"Is this Angela Peters?"

"Yes it is who is this?"

"This is Sergeant Mendoza of the New Jersey State Police."

"Listen Sergeant, if you're selling tickets or asking for a donation to the widows and orphans of slain officers. I can't help you my husband just got downsized. He doesn't have a job anymore."

"This is too important to talk about on the phone. I'm sending a car over to pick you up."

"You can't, my husband's not home I have no one to leave the baby with."

It was too late; the sergeant had already hung up. Well, she thought, I'll just have to explain it to whoever they send. What do they think I am, a murderer?"

It took about 15 minutes and someone was knocking on her door. When she opened the door, there was a state police officer. 

"Listen officer I tried to explain to sergeant what's his name. I can't come down to station with you my husband's not here and I don't have anyone to leave the baby with." 

"That's ok Mrs. Peters just wrap the baby up in blanket and take the baby with you. It must be important or they wouldn't have sent me to get you."

"Do you know what this is about?"

"No mam, they just told me to come and get you."

When they got to the station house, the desk sergeant said they are upstairs. Later she would find out why everyone seemed to know her. Upstairs he led her through the door of murder investigations. As they entered another detective called out they're in room one. When they got to room one the officer knocked on the door, a voice called out come in and he ushered her inside, closing the door behind her.

Inside the room was, a police sergeant, a female dressed in business suit, a man in plain clothes (whom she suspected was a police officer) and a stenographer at a steno machine. 

As she entered the room, the police sergeant was about to ask her to sit down. But she interrupted and said ...

"Now, wait a minute, how does everyone here seem to know me?"

"Please sit down, Mrs. Peters. All your questions will be answered in due time. But first, did you send a DVD to Frank Stanton this morning?"

"Why is she writing everything you say and I say, down? What the hell is going on? "I'm not saying one more thing till you tell me what's going on. Is Frank here? I thought he worked for the New York City Police Department?" 

At that moment the woman in the business suit stepped into the conversation. 

"Yes you're right Mrs. Peters; you're here to make a statement. My name is Beverly Akers, I'm an Assistant District attorney in Bergin County. This lady is here to take down your every word. She will then type it out and you will be asked to read it and swear that everything you said is the truth and nothing but the truth and then be asked to sign it."

"But why, what happened, what's this about a DVD?"

"Show her."

The sergeant picked up the remote and turned on the TV. There she was, in living color. They were in Frank's bed room she was naked and on her knees and she was sucking on Frank's dick. Suddenly there was a close up, it was clearly her. She stuck her tongue out and was pushing it into the tiny slit on the tip of his cock. She glanced up and then kissed his cock and took the whole thing into her mouth. She was sucking hard because it clearly showed her cheeks indent.

"Turn it off, turn it off. Oh my god he recorded us. Why would he do that?"

"That's exactly what we were thinking? Why would he do that?"

"Oh my god, it suddenly dawned on her why everyone in the station seemed to know her. Everyone in the station must have seen this recording probably several times. That stupid bastard, where is Frank?"

"Mr. Stanton is dead, murdered by his wife. Who in a moment of remorse committed suicide right after she shot him, with his own hold out gun."

Angela sat back in the chair, her face turned white, her eyes rolled back in her head, she made a small noise, and toppled out of the chair in a dead faint. Her head banged quite hard on the floor. 

It was about ten minutes later, Angela was being forced back to consciousness, and someone was waving an ammonia ampoule under her nose. The woman wearing the suit was holding an ice bag in her hand. 

"Here hold this against your forehead, you're developing quite a lump, where your head hit the floor. I was about to ask you why you left the DVD in Frank's mailbox?"

"Me? You think I made the DVD and left it for Frank's wife to find. Why would I do that?"

"Firstly, you can't stand your husband. Anyone watching the video can hear you clearly say you haven't had and orgasm from him ever in all your married life. He suffers from premature ejaculation. I believe you said 30 seconds and he has an orgasm."

"But ... but ... that doesn't prove I made the disc. I didn't do it, I swear."

"Okay, then tell me who else besides you has the where-with-all to make a recording like that. It was very professional I might add. You have a BS in computer science and a Masters in it too. You have been a programmer and you've been working in information technology for years. 

"I didn't do it. I didn't do it. I'm telling the truth."

"We're wasting our time here, Sergeant arrest her, read her, her rights. The charge is murder."

"But you said Frank's wife killed him."

"That's right, she did. Your little scheme drove her to a killing frenzy, with the recording. It backfired on you didn't it. That's Man1. When she killed herself that's Man2. There might even be another we're looking into." Right now, you're looking at life imprisonment."

"Wait, what about Casey? What about my baby"

"Don't worry about your baby, Child Protective Services have her. Lock her up sergeant."

**************

It doesn't look good, Angela. They have added another murder charge against you.

"What, who do they say I killed now."

"Lisa Walker, your one time neighbor, she was your friend wasn't she?"

"You won't believe this but Lisa was an escaped slave. She was stealing money from her husband. She had a numbered account in a bank in the Seychelles Islands. There was over 100 grand in it, small amounts deposited every month over the last 3 years. The bank's security people installed a skipback about 7 months ago, whenever you made a deposit they were able to trace it back to the same ip address. Guess who the address belonged to?"

"Me ... You think I'm guilty too, don't you?"

"It doesn't matter what I believe. There is so much circumstantial evidence against you, and no one else to point a finger at. Let's say we go to trial, there's a 90% chance you'll be convicted. That means you'll go to a high security prison. Such as the women's facility at Danamora. You're a good looking woman with a good figure. You're what 5'2" and you weigh 100-103 pounds. Have you ever seen the dykes at a place like that? They'll be 5'8'- 6'3" and weigh about 200-250 pounds easy. You will get the shit kick out of you every day until you are forced to become some dyke's bitch. Then she'll be renting you out to everyone she can for extra cigarettes and any other goodies she can get. You'd be better off taking the needle it's faster." 

"Or?"

"Or, you volunteer to become a house slave. You could be a maid or a baby sitter or maybe a cook. It's a lot better than being a fuck hole for everyone in the prison. You might get your new owner to buy your kid too. Kids don't cost much, the state is happy to get rid of them. That way she would be with you till she reaches 21 then she would be free. You would be in it for life. But it would be a better life than jail."

The fact that there was a chance to get Casey back, albeit very slight, for the next twenty years made it worth a try.

"What do you say Angela, do I talk to the DA?"

"Yes, do it. But I want to speak with someone from the program first. I want to hear about my chances of getting Casey back."

Three weeks later some of the detectives at the 157TH precinct were shooting the breeze in the coffee room when suddenly Det. Bobby Greenberg said ...




Caught



"Holy Shit did any of you guys see this. That little bitch Angela Peters is gonna get away with it."

"What the fuck are you talking about, she was convicted. She got life at a maximum security prison."

"Oh yeah, well she ain't going to jail, She wiggled out of jail time by volunteering for the registered slave program. She's goanna be a house slave. She's gonna spend her time living with some rich family as a maid or a baby sitter or even maybe a cook. There's even a chance that she'll get her kid back to live with her, till the kid reaches 21 that is." 

The state says she is not a danger to society. It was her actions that caused the crime to be committed. She never actually committed any crime it was something she did that caused others to commit the crime. She is volunteering to become a registered slave for the rest of her life in the hope that she is paying back society for what happened. 

Ralph Pettrelli, who was listening to the conversation, was smiling to himself as he was hatching a plan. You know there's a way to fuck her up. 

"Oh yeah how?"

"Well, you two guys live in New Jersey, right?"

Yeah, so?"

Suppose you guys start dropping in the state police station in Paramus and make some friends. Sort of hint you're interested in switching to the New Jersey state police. After all you live there. They have to handle the paperwork that goes to the Registered Slave Center and where is that, just two blocks away from here, in New York. And we change her paper work from house slave to sex slave, and then make a few other little changes, oh boy this gets better and better as I think about it. 

Lisa Walker, the woman who was killed by that drunk driver, well she had a son, Robert, he got a pretty hefty settlement from the insurance company and from the family. Eighteen million I hear.

His father was a cop with the City of New York for twenty two years. When that trouble started in Syria last year the father got recalled, he was a Ranger. He was shot and killed in action. The City awarded him full pension, plus ten grand for each commendation. So the kid gets about 125 thousand for the rest of life. It's all tax free.

"Yeah so?"

"So, suppose we tip the kid off about our Angela going on the auction block, and he buys her. He's almost twenty one now and I think he would love getting his hands on the woman who got his mother killed. The chief doctor who processes sex slaves owes me a favor and I think he would be more than happy to make some changes to her paperwork.

When Ralph Pettrelli called Dr. Chalmers and told him he needed a favor, the doctor said name it and it's yours. Several months earlier the doctor's wife was mugged and beaten severely. She was hospitalized for six weeks and afterwards needed plastic surgery. Ralph caught the perpetrator in of all places a museum. They fought in a hallway and Ralph managed to throw the man down a long flight of marble stairs. Ralph caught him again on the landing, where they fought so more. Again Ralph was able to throw him down another long flight of steps and again the 'perp" was trying to get away. This time Ralph jumped from ten steps high and landed on his back, breaking it. He also broke six ribs his clavicle as well as his pelvis. The 'Perp' spent 5 months in the hospital after which he was never able to walk properly again. He would be in pain for the rest of his life. The doctor's wife later identified him as her attacker and eventually he was sentenced to 25 years in prison.

Ralph explained to Dr Chalmers what Angela was convicted of. How she caused the death of three innocent people and was now wiggling her way out of going to jail. 

"So you think this young man Robert Walker will want her as a slave. Then let's make sure she remains a slave. You need to get a sample of his sperm to add to a dose of Andosterone. You can do that the day or the day before she goes on the block for auction. Have you a picture of her?" Ralph handed him a picture. "I'm guessing she weighs about 100-103 pounds."

"Yeah doc, you're right on."

"You can bring it to me the day she goes on the block. She won't need more than 3, maybe 4 drops to be safe. Take this test tube; fill it to just about here. Once she's dosed with this she'll be begging to fuck or suck every eight hours and only Robert will have the sperm she needs. Let's see what else we can do to ensure an obedient sex slave. I know, we'll die her nipples hot pink and add some Treesium say about ... ummm, 10 milligrams to each nipple and areola. He laughed; she won't be able wear a bra anymore. They'll be far too sensitive for that. I might as well have them pierced with gold rings and we might as well solder them closed so they're permanent piercings and will keep her nipples erect 24/7. He actually giggled. Oh, and yes we might as well have her laser treated and remove all her body hair except for her eye lashes, her eye brows and of course her scalp. 

Ralph could see the doc was really on a roll and he smiled. The doc's really into this now he thought.

"Let's dye her clit the same color and include the Treesium. Let's see, Oh the hell with it, 15 milligrams should do it, and we'll add a gold ring soldered closed, for permanence. 

"What will that do?" 

"It will increase the sensitivity of her clitoris 5 maybe even 6 times normal. You know how a woman will moan when she orgasms. Well our gal's not gonna moan she'll scream her bloody head off and come in a bunch of perhaps 5 or 6 orgasms. She'll probably faint afterwards because they'll be so powerful. We should also add a clitoral collar. They're new you know. You pull the clit through the collar opening stretching it say a half an inch or so. At the same time you squeeze the collar closed. You see one end goes inside the other. They're ratcheted so once closed they're on forever. The blood immediately rushes into the stretched end but now the collar is closed tight so the blood can't escape, so the clit remains permanently enlarged and is about a half inch, maybe 5/8 of an inch long. That will give our guy something to really suck on when he eating her.

Ralph was smiling continuously now the 'Doc' was coming up with ways to completely control and subjugate.

At the same time as you close the collar you push it down into the soft flesh at the base so when you release it the soft flesh folds over it and the wearer doesn't know she wearing it. The new ones are electrified now so they vibrate. You wouldn't believe what they do to a woman when she's wearing one. The only other thing left that she needs is a neck collar. They can change to four different colors now. Black is called Slave, Gold and silver are ornamental meant to be worn as jewelry, and flesh tone makes it virtually invisible. They're very light weight now, only 2-3 milligrams. The remote is designed as pinky ring for the right hand. The Master changes the color of the collar just by tapping the center stone. But if he presses the seal on the outside of his hand, the slave will receive a shock throughout her whole body the like of which she will never want to feel again. You know how they say you can't remember pain, well this pain they remember and the slave will do virtually anything, not to feel it again. 

The next morning Bobby Greenberg came into the precinct waving the official seal of New Jersey. I was playing with it as I was talking to my buddies there and I accidentally (wink) put this in my pocket and left. I gonna call them right now and tell them how sorry I am that I took it accidentally.

As Bobby left, Ralph Pettrelli came into the room waving the new order committing Angela Walker to be a sex slave for the remainder of her life. I'm bringing this over to Dr. Chambers right now. 

As Ralph walked into the Doctor's office he announced "I have everything you asked for including the sperm sample from Bobby Walker. 

Dr. Chambers took the new document and looked over. "It's perfect and it even has the official New Jersey seal. Angela is scheduled to have her last physical at one this afternoon. I had her listed for auction as 'Angela Walker, Murderess' up for auction as a slave. So far not one bid except for Bobby's. Do you think it's because she listed as a murderess? He laughed. By this time tomorrow she'll be home with him beginning her new life as his sex slave. 

When they entered his condo she was still in dazed state. The doctor had pumped her full of drugs so she cause no problems and could be led easily by the leash attached to the soft collar around her neck. She was wearing the orange jumpsuit they had dressed her in for the auction. It was over quickly, there being only one bid. Someone took her hand and pressed her thumb onto an ink pad and then onto the paper Robert had to sign. That was it. She was no longer a person just property and now she was owned (legally owned) by Robert Walker. 

Bobby was seated across from her and gazing at her. Even in her drugged state she was a beautiful woman. In that orange jumpsuit he couldn't see her sexy body but he remembered how good she always looked. He couldn't believe his luck. He had always wanted her. He was going to blackmail her into being his slut. Now she was virtually given to his as a slave. He owned her. She was his to do with as he wanted and all she could do was obey. She had no recourse she was no longer a person.

He decided to wake her up. He got up and picked up the plastic bag with the dose of stimulant that the doctor said to give her if she wasn't fully awake when they got home. He went into the kitchen and poured the contents of the bag into a wine class. Then he went back into the living room where she was seated.

Just pinch her nose closed and when she opens her mouth to take a breath tilt her head back slightly and pour the contents into her mouth and hold it shut, she'll swallow the dose automatically. That's exactly what he did. It took about ten minutes and she started to come around.

Her eyes lost that glazed look and she started moving her mouth as if she had a bad taste. She was still trying to focus her eyes. 

"Did they have the auction? Is it over?"

"Yes, it's all over, I own you now."

She leaned forward and squinted still trying to focus.

"Bobby, Bobby Walker, is that you?"

"Yeah, it's me, Bobby. I bought you, and now I own you. You're my property now. I can do whatever I want with you and you can't do a thing about it. I'm going to fuck you bow legged every day from now on."

No, no, that's not right. I'm not a sex slave I'm a house slave.

"Jesus, are you really that stupid? Where do you think you are? You're in my house. I own you. I can do anything I want to you. You're my property. You have no rights. All you're supposed to do now is obey your Master, and that's me. Do you get it now?"

"OH my god, you're right. What have I done? What about Casey?"

"Casey's fine she's sleeping in the next room in her crib. I even fed her a bottle earlier." 

Angela broke away and she made a dash for the next room. Suddenly she froze, her arms extended straight out from her shoulders sideways. She was trying to scream but no sound came out. Her mouth was open in a rictus of agony. She had never felt a pain anywhere near the intensity of this. It didn't seem to end. It went on for hour after hour. Actually it lasted only three seconds. 

Bobby walked over to her cowering body.

"Please Master, please don't hurt me again. I'm sorry I won't disobey you again. Never again. I'll be a good slave, I promise."

All thoughts of Casey were gone. The only thought now in her mind was to avoid that pain at all costs. She would do anything to avoid it. Bobby reached down and grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her to her to her feet. His hand went to the tab of the zipper that went from neck to crotch. He pulled it all the way down. She was completely nude under the jumpsuit. He lifted her into the air and the jumpsuit fell in a pile on the floor. He dragged her with him over to the couch. He sat down and spread his knees wide apart. Kneel slave and instantly she was on her knees. 

"Now slave show your Master how much you enjoy sucking on his cock. Don't think of your daughter, or what has happened to you. Think only of how much you will enjoy sucking on your Master's cock. Think only of how you will make your Master love what you are doing to him.

Angela bent forward and opened her mouth wide. She took bobby's cock into her mouth and suddenly she wasn't just sucking on his cock, she was making love to it. Her mouth filled with saliva as she slobbered over it; as she sucked on it with an enthusiasm she didn't think she was capable of. To her it became the best tasting love pole she ever sucked on. His orgasm erupted filling her mouth with sperm which then filled her stomach with warmth that spread pleasure throughout her whole body. She made sure she didn't waste a drop and swallowed it all. The pleasure she felt became a throbbing that invaded every cell of her body and she knew she would have to have this over and over, every day or she would die. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that Bobby was truly her Master and to think he lived right next door to her all the time.

"Get on all fours facing towards the door" he ordered. Instantly, she obeyed. He slipped behind her on his knees; his cock was aimed right at her pussy. It was dripping juice on to his carpet. With one thrust he was balls deep inside her. He began pumping into her faster and faster. In only five or six minutes a powerful buzzing began deep in her pussy and seemed to spread throughout her body. A huge orgasm began to build inside her body, a humongous pleasure exploded throughout her body. She had never felt anything this powerful and this wonderful before in her life and just as it started to fade another explosion, then again and again and again. She was screaming her pleasure out as loud as she could when the next one came she screamed, PLEASE NO MORE OR I'M SURELY GOING TO DIE. She fainted. 

So Angela ended up with the Master she was fated for. Bobby ended up with Angela as the slave he dreamed about. Frank Stanton and his wife died just as it was written in the book of life. Even Lisa Walker was fated to died at the hands of a drunk young woman who would die in the same crash. It all ended through wild convolutions, just the way it was written, in the book of life.



Caught



I had been planning my downfall for weeks. Putting together the right outfit, working out the best place to be in the house, practicing my lines to appear convincingly surprised, everything was lined up perfectly.

For a few months the relationship between me and my fiancé, Janice, had been just a little kinky. She had cottoned on to my submissive tendencies and we had played a few games where she took the lead, and she certainly seemed to enjoy my attentions. She had even made me wear her panties one evening, during foreplay, and had extracted a confession from me that I used to borrow my mother's panties and hosiery out of the laundry when I was a teenager. It was that evening, when Janice had teased me and called me her little sissy, that had convinced me that I could let her in on my cross-dressing habit, but whenever I tried to broach the subject my mouth would go dry and I would wimp out.

However, I envisaged a fool proof way of letting her know, I would let her catch me dressed and then confess my desires. Indeed, I would go the whole way, and wear my favorite outfit, I planned to wear my cute French Maid's outfit and my chastity cage. That way my all of my fantasies would be out in the open. I was taking a risk, but given that she seemed to enjoy our little games I figured that even if she took things the wrong way I would be able to get her to understand. I wasn't angling for a 24/7 kinky lifestyle, just the odd weekend of playing Mistress and Maid.

For weeks I studied Janice's movements, to find a time she might arrive home when I wouldn't normally be around, so I could be convincingly surprised. The ideal time appeared to be early Wednesday evening. She seemed to get home early from work on that day, to make up for other longer days, but as my hours were regular, and as I worked further away, I had not noticed this pattern before.

So my plan took shape, I would call in sick on Wednesday, spend the day making myself as feminine as possible, and be caught in the act by her 'surprise arrival'.

I had a wonderful Wednesday, pampering myself, shaving my already sparse body-hair, putting on my sluttiest makeup. I even decided to spring clean whilst in my uniform and chastity. As the all important hour approached, I put my older chastity device and all of my keys on the kitchen table, and waited at the back of the house with the laundry, where I could pretend not to have heard her come in.

I couldn't help but smile to myself as I heard the keys turn in the lock, all of my planning had come to fruition. At the same time my tummy was doing cartwheels, and my restricted erection throbbed beneath my sheer panties, as I anticipated the avenues that may lead from here. I took a deep breath, and began a nonchalant mince into the kitchen, swinging my hips to allow my short black skirt maximum movement, so as to reveal my stocking tops. I had rehearsed my reaction, but nothing could prepare me for the shock I received, for as I breezed through the door from the utility room I was greeted by two surprised women, my fiancé and her mother!

---

My mind was in a panic, my rehearsals had required a dash through the now crowded kitchen to the safety of the bedroom en-suite. Instead I stood dumbstruck my gaze flicking between my fiancé's shocked look, her mother's wry amusement and the now inaccessible path to the hallway. Her mother spoke first, sarcasm dripping from every syllable, she turned to her daughter "well, I can't say I didn't warn you about him dear," and instead of me escaping to the hallway, Janice made a hurried and tearful dash for the bedroom.

My legs gave way, and I fell to the floor in shame, landing in the corner besides the scullery door, the skirt of my now ridiculous feeling uniform billowing around me, my painted face in my lace gloved hands. What had I done.

Mrs Taylor broke the silence once again, "this looks intriguing," I listened with dread to the sounds of her examining my chastity device, and the jangling of keys "and two different sets of keys, are you wearing one of these devices dear?"

Sheepishly I looked up at her, she had always been an imposing figure, but from my position, cowering in the corner she loomed above me, I could feel myself blush as I nodded. She smiled at me disarmingly, and stepped towards me, offering a hand to help me up. I took it, and she pulled me to my feet with little effort. Even in my heels we didn't quite stand eye to eye, I tried to cast my eyes down in shame. She took my chin firmly in her hand, and tilted my head up, staring deeply into my eyes. 

"It's ok dear, I understand. I have known many boys like you." I just blinked in disbelief, as she continued in her soothing voice. "I am sure I can help my daughter understand. Would you like me to help smooth things over?" I nodded with renewed hope but before I could answer, she placed a finger over my glossy lips. 

"Shhh my meek little thing, you needn't say anything just yet, I haven't explained my terms. But, first things first, why don't you put the kettle on" she said, turning me towards the kitchen counter and patting me on the bottom, "while I go and have a chat with Janice... there's a good girl." and before I could so much as thank her she was out of the door. I looked across at the kitchen table and noticed with apprehension that the keys were gone.

I waited for what seemed like an age in the kitchen, trying to keep myself busy with little chores as the teapot slowly cooled. Finally Mrs Taylor returned with a look of concern on her face, carrying my sport's bag. 

"I think we should leave her be, let things sink in for a while, I suggested you sleep at my place while she thinks things over. I packed you some things, but no time for the tea, I think we should leave" she held out her hand but I hesitated.

"but... I'm still in... what about these clothes?"

"No need to worry your pretty little head, my car is in the drive and it's getting dark." she reached for my reluctant hand and whisked me towards the hallway as fast as my heels would carry me. Before I had fully grasped what was happening I was bundled into the back of her Mercedes and we were speeding down the street.

---

An hour later, we were in the impressive drawing room of her huge house, Mrs Taylor was seated comfortably in a high backed armchair while I was stood meekly before her, head down as if studying my hands, grasped as they were in front of my white lacy apron. 

"Well" she begun in a formal, almost stern manner, "I suppose you would like to know what I discussed with my daughter."

"Yes of course I would, why are..."

"Shush!" She snapped, and I jumped at her abruptness. "One thing at a time. Now where was I. Well, my daughter is very disturbed by your sordid little games."

"But we..."

"Oh do be quiet, and listen, I am trying to help you". Her severe tone made me stop, and I figured I had best hear her out. Besides I didn't really want to explain about our kinky games in the bedroom.

"She wanted to kick you out of the house, there and then. Throw you onto the street in your 'silly sissy uniform'. I begged her to give you a chance. You should thank me for my intervention."

Silence hang in the room, as she seemed to study me. It slowly dawned on me that she was waiting for me to actually thank her.

"Oh yes, uh... thank you Mrs Taylor, I am sure..."

"That's better, but given that you are all dressed up as a servant, I think Marm would be more appropriate don't you agree?"

Shocked I looked up at her, studying her features for any sign of amusement, was she joking? Was she mocking me? She looked very serious as she waited for a response. She was watching me like a hawk, leaning forward in her chair with her elbows on the arm rests and the fingertips of each hand touching each other in front of her pursed lips. I lowered my gaze,

"I suppose you are right."

"You suppose I am right...?" her expectant tone of voice leading me to answer her.

"I suppose you are right Marm." As I spoke those words my stomach tightened. Where was this going. Was she trying to humiliate me, or was she playing a cruel game?

---

"Of course, I could just throw you out even now, but I promised my daughter I would sort things out. I offered to let you stay here for a few days."

A few days! I had imagined I would be staying over night!

"I tried to explain" she continued, "all about sissy boys like you, and your proclivities, but I think it is going to take her some time to let it all sink in."

What did she know about this? My head was spinning trying to take in the implications.

"It's just an elaborate and thrilling game, isn't it dear?"

"Yes, it is" I agreed.

"Yes it is...?"

"Yes it is Marm." I felt like a fish on a hook, being reeled in slowly.

"Good girl, and you just want to play at being a little sissy maid for a firm mistress once in a while don't you?"

"Yes Marm." Maybe she could explain it all to Janice, and make things alright again.

"And, that device under your skirt, you want your mistress to hold the key and decide when you have been good enough to earn your release don't you?"

She really did seem to understand more than I realized. "Yes Marm"

"You know, you really should curtsey when you say Marm, and there is no need to say yes, your agreement is taken for granted isn't it?"

This was turning distinctly weird, but I played along, gripped my apron and bobbed "Marm".

"How delightful." I blushed at the compliment, I had practiced my curtsey many times in the mirror.

"I told her that it was a big responsibility to hold such a key, but that in return you would do all manner of fun and intimate things for your key holder, isn't that right?"

"Marm" I bobbed again, getting into my role. My chastity device had started to feel very tight in response to Mrs Taylor's words.

"As a sissy maid, you would prepare meals, runs baths, help your mistress wash, dress her, and provide all manner of intimate services."

"Marm" how did she know all of this?

"But Janice wasn't convinced that it would work between you. She couldn't imagine you playing that role. She was worried she wouldn't be able to respect you as a man after seeing you dressed like this. She does have a point, doesn't she?"

I squirmed as I curtsied my agreement, knowing that I was now less of a man in Janice's eyes.

"So I offered to find out how seriously you wanted to play the role. To learn if this is just a mistake that she can forget all about, or an important part of your personality, that the two of you cannot ignore. But we both know it's the latter don't we?"

"Marm," I bobbed lower now, in resignation, knowing that my deepest desires were laid bare before this imposing woman.

"Look at you. You want to be a sissy maid more than anything don't you? Deep down you have never been a real man."

As I bobbed, tears began to form in my eyes. This woman understood my deepest desires, and my darkest fantasies.

"You would do anything for a woman that held your key wouldn't you?"

I curtsied, nodded and began to cry, both in humiliation and relief.

"Seeing as I appear to be your key holder at the moment, I have decided to make sure you are well suited to your chosen role in life. I will train you to be the perfect lady's maid, isn't that kind of me?"

"Mm..Marm" I responded, sniffling, as my new mistress stood and walked towards me.

She stood before me and looked deep into my eyes, and I realized that she could see into my soul, "Once you have learnt how to serve me I may hand you back to Janice, or I may decide to keep you myself. Now go and make me that cup of tea I missed out on earlier, there's a good girl."

I bobbed once more and rushed off to do her bidding before she changed her mind.

The End.



Caught



((First submission - it's a personal favorite fantasy of mine! It's one of those super-unrealistic-but-fun-to-think-about scenarios...Hope you enjoy it as much as I do.))

Alice was hornier than she'd ever been in her life - and all because of some stupid prank. The black-haired young beauty shifted in her seat, uncomfortably aware of how cold the metal chair was against her bare ass. Stupid, immature fucking BULLSHIT.

She had emerged from her post-P.E. shower, tired but refreshed, only to find that her bra and panties had gone missing. Not only was she pissed (it had been a matching set she really liked) but Alice was forced to go commando in a SKIRT! There had been a recent flux of these panty thefts on campus - no doubt the result of either some super original and hilarious frat pledges, or some of those fucking underwear-sniffing otaku creeps that spent all their time watching the girls volleyball team from under the bleachers. In the end, it didn't matter. Alice had no time to find a replacement set of underclothes. The professor of her next class was a bit of a hard-ass and he wouldn't take kindly to her showing up late, especially for a reason she wouldn't be able to explain properly. Alice blushed at the mere thought of telling her teacher her underwear had been stolen...what a nightmare. So now here she was, uncomfortably aroused and praying that everyone would be too focused on the movie they were watching to notice her excited state.

It started as soon as Alice began walking to class. Her shirt was sheer polyester and somewhat coarse, so with every step the material lightly scratched her sensitive nipples. In no time at all they were hard and tingling, and the teasing nature of the faint sensation was making her wet. Alice was uncomfortably aware of how clearly visible her nipples were through the thin material. You could easily make out her pale pink areolas, and her now freely bouncing breasts only drew more attention to her hardened nipples. Alice pressed a notebook to her chest to hide her arousal as she walked, but the more direct contact of rough material and sensitive tits just made her hornier. By the time she got to class Alice was in a right state, and she muttered a silent thanks that the lights were already off as students settled in for the film. When Alice sat down, however, all her gratitude evaporated. The cold seat against her warm pussy lips almost made her yelp, and she had to lean back uncomfortably far and lift her legs up on her toes to avoid contact. The position was hard to hold, but every time Alice relaxed her hot little pussy would touch that freezing metal seat. It was agony. Alice was sitting in the very front row, having arrived later than most of the other students, but for once she was okay with that. Sitting in the front meant none of the students could look back and see her wet slit staring them right in the face. The longer she sat the more uncomfortable she got, and the more Alice let her tense pose falter. As the seat warmed up, however, Alice began to notice that her slight rocking motion was putting just the least amount of pressure on her clit. Biting her lip with frustration, she struggled not to allow herself to become any more aroused, but it was proving impossible. Being so exposed on the walk here had, for some reason, driven her crazy. And now this? Almost without realizing it Alice found her hand wandering down under the desk. No! Alice firmly clasped her hands on the seat, squeezing her legs together. Big mistake. The motion put pressure on her clit again, and what's more, she could feel her slick pussy lips pressing against each other. Alice thought she was going to go crazy. She had no idea what the stupid movie was going on about, and she hadn't even opened her notebook. 

Taking a stealthy look around, Alice noted that everyone else in the front row had their attention fixed firmly on the movie. Well...maybe she could play with her nipples just a little. Just to relieve herself a little bit before running to the nearest bathroom after class and fingering herself to a furious orgasm. Alice crossed her arms over her chest as though she was cold, placing her index and middle fingers on either side of her erect nipples and squeezing them together. The sensation was amazing. All that delicate rubbing and teasing had made the pink little nubs more sensitive than she had thought possible, and the simple action of pinching them sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her pussy. Another, harder squeeze made Alice almost slide out of her chair. In public! She couldn't believe it. And yet, Alice realized that was half the reason she was dripping wet. After a few minutes of nipple play, Alice very carefully opened her notebook, took a pen in one hand, and slipped the other casually under her desk. Her eyes couldn't focus on the paper, and the pen hovered, motionless, over the page. Alice wasn't even a lefty. Meanwhile, her right hand slipped along her thigh, pulling an already short skirt up even higher. The cool air on her exposed slit made her shiver, and Alice slightly parted her legs to allow her fingers to slide along it. In seconds her digits were soaked with sticky pussy juice. She had never been this wet before! When Alice ran her finger over her swollen, painfully aching clit, she thought she was going to pass out. The shock of pleasure made her hand spastically clench, leaving a black scribble on the page. Suddenly, the lights came up. Alice whipped her hand out from under the desk in a flash, heart pounding, and looked up with wide eyes. The professor was giving some generic end-of-lecture speech about reviewing and studying and so on. Students were packing up, and the room filled with the general buzz of several hundred mumbling voices. Alice put away her notebook in a daze, her hand shaking slightly with the adrenalin. She had just gotten up to leave when...

"Alice, could you stay please? I have a few things I need to speak to you about regarding your proposed essay topic."

Swearing loudly and foully in her mind, the girl pivoted on her heel and marched to the desk, all too aware of the faint sheen of sweat on her brow and the fevered heat in her cheeks. The professor took his time gathering notes and such, so that by the time he snapped his briefcase shut the classroom was empty.

"Come, I left your abstract in my office. This way."

Again, Alice followed her teacher to a solid oak door at the back of the lecture hall. It opened into a cozy and very stereo-typically "academic" office. Dark mahogany, plush red carpets, heavy wooden armchairs. The solid wooden desk had one of those engraved nameplates on it - "Prof. Alexander Sutter" - and looked like it required a crane to lift. Alice stood by the door, more than a little nervous, reading the titles of shelves on the books just to have something to do.

"Please, have a seat," said the professor, gesturing to the throne-like padded chair in front of his desk. Alice hesitated, fiddling with her backpack, trying to think of something to say to speed this up. 

"Or are you worried about leaving stains on the cushion?"

Alice blinked slowly, trying to process the question. She couldn't believe what she had just heard.

"I really don't mind - I insist you have a seat."

Utterly horrified, Alice sank uncomprehendingly into the chair, clutching her bag on her lap and mouthing wordlessly like a fish out of water.

"Now, seeing as you're clearly aware of what I'm referring to, I'll skip the formalities. Your behaviour today was entirely inappropriate. Showing up to class with your breasts on display like that, nipples poking through that tissue-thin thing you call a shirt...utterly depraved. And that's not even mentioning how you teased and played with your nipples afterwards. Worst of all, I'm sure you'll agree, was you putting your wet, bare pussy on display as you fingered it like some common animal with no self control. Normally I would report something like this immediately, but since you are obviously an exceptionally bad case, I'm going to first discipline you as I see fit. Then, if I deem your punishment satisfactory and your reformation genuine, perhaps I will give you a second chance. Sluts like you need to be helped, and I will try my best to teach you how to behave yourself. In order to do that effectively you must obey my every command without hesitation, answer every question fully and honestly, and accept that naughty little girls like you need and want to be punished. Understand?"

Humiliated, her mind reeling, and her cunt inexplicably even wetter than before, Alice found herself nodding before she even fully understood what she had agreed to. The things he had said! It wasn't her fault her underclothes had been stolen, it wasn't fair to accuse her like that!

"Answer in sentences, please! You are not a mute. And you will address me as 'sir' or 'professor' as is appropriate."

Swallowing hard past the lump in her throat, Alice managed a faint "Yes, sir".

"Very good. Now, spread your legs and put them over either arm of the chair so I can see just how wet you are."

Alice balked, blushing a bright red. The depravity of the request shocked her. Displaying herself like that - willingly! - for her TEACHER? It was unthinkable. 

"What did I say? Do you want to be taught how to be a good girl or not? Did you not JUST agree to be obedient?", barked the professor suddenly, hands folded on the desk.

"Y-yes sir, I'm sorry sir."

Slowly, closing her eyes to block out the sight of her professor watching, Alice spread and lifted her legs, fully exposing herself. The chair was so large that she couldn't sit fully upright with her knees so high up and far apart, and had to lean back in her seat. Seconds dragged on, feeling like hours, and then there was the scrape of a chair. Alice's eyes snapped open and she watched Professor Sutter walk around his desk, stop, and crouch thoughtfully in front of the chair on which Alice was spreading herself for his scrutiny. She could feel his gaze like a laser, and the intensity of it was making her clit twitch and throb. She had never really considered how attractive Professor Sutter was. In his early 30s, he was a younger member of the staff, with feathery brown hair, an attractively angular face, and the permanent stubble more suited to an action movie star than a professor of evolutionary biology. As she was gazing at him, Professor Sutter suddenly looked up and locked eyes with the trembling girl, forcing her to look away. It seemed he had been thinking along similar lines, because when he spoke again his voice was huskier than usual.

"You're a very special case, Alice. Attractive young girls like you shouldn't be wasted. It's lucky I was here to help you out."

Alice was quite pretty, she knew that. A bare 4'11" and quite fit from being on the swim team, Alice had an elfin face and short, straight hair blacker than ink. Hey wide blue eyes were framed with thick lashes, and her milky white skin was soft and flawless. Her figure was slim, with an unusually curvy ass for someone weighing only a little over 90lbs. Perky B cup breasts looked large on her tiny frame, and overall she had something of a fey-like appearance. It seemed that while she had not really noted her professors appearance, he had definitely paid attention to hers.

When Professor Sutter looked back down at her pussy, Alice felt compelled to follow his gaze. With a growing sense of fear and desire she watched him slowly reach for her slit, placing his thumb right over her wet little hole and moving it in small circles. With agonizing slowness he slid his thumb up toward her clit, the swollen nub catching slightly as he moved past it, and then again as he moved his finger back down. Twice more he made this excruciating trip, and on the third Alice let out a pained little mew.

"Ahh, so you like it when your professor plays with your aching clit, hm? I should have know a bad little girl like you would love being teased."

Once again circling the entrance to her pussy, Professor Sutter slowly penetrated Alice. Just a bare inch, in and out, over and over with that same excruciating pace. Alice couldn't help but moan softly. It felt like her pussy was on fire, and she wanted nothing more than to have her professor slam his fingers, or better yet his cock, deep inside her.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You are absolutely soaking wet, this is entirely unacceptable. Let's see the state of those sweet little tits of yours. Remove your blouse."

With another weak "Yes, sir", Alice unbuttoned her top with trembling fingers and removed it, the pale flesh of her breasts prickling with goosebumps at the sudden exposure. Professor Sutter had, in the meantime, risen and locked the door with an audible clack. Somehow the idea that she was stuck in here until her punishment was over served only to excite Alice more. She could feel every beat of her heart pulsing in her aching clit, and her nipples felt painfully hard. Alice massaged and gently pinched them, but when Professor Sutter walked back he slapped her hands away.

"You are not to pleasure yourself without explicit permission! Understand?"

"Yes sir, I'm sorry! They're just so hard and sensitive, it almost hurts..."

Professor Sutter leaned forward and pinched each nipple between his thumb and forefinger, hard, and pulled them out so that Alice's breasts were stretched taut. Alice cried out, squirming in her seat.

"That's good. You're being punished, remember that. You publicly used your body in a very naughty way, and now you're going to be taught a lesson."

With one more sharp twist, he let go of Alice's nipples and her tits sprang back, bouncing slightly on her chest. Tears pricked the girls eyes, and her pussy burned with arousal.

"Now, here's what's going to happen: First, I am going to spank your tits, ass, and pussy. You will beg to have each one punished in turn, because the first step to being a good girl is knowing when you need to be taught a lesson. You can decide what order to have them spanked in. Next, I will torture your clit and nipples more severely - you played with them in class so they need special attention. And lastly, your wet little fuckhole...It felt tight even on my finger, so I imagine it will be a good punishment for me to stretch and fill it for you. I know you don't have any more classes today, so you don't have to worry about staying late here for your tits and pussy to receive their treatment."

With every word, Alice felt her heart pounding faster. There was no way he was going to do all that to her, especially not...not stretching her pussy. Alice couldn't even use tampons comfortably because she was so tight. How could he possibly fit anything bigger inside her? And another thing...how did he know she didn't have any classes after this? Had he been spying on her? Alice contemplated this as Professor Sutter rose and withdrew something from a drawer in his desk. When he turned around, she gasped. He was holding one of those rubber rulers - the kind every kid in middle school knows how painful it is to get smacked with.

"Now...pussy, ass, or tits? Remember to beg."

Eyes wide, Alice had to clear her throat twice before she could speak clearly.

"Please sir...could you spank my ass first? I-I was very bad in class today and I need to be t-taught a lesson...Please sir, spank me!"

Professor Sutter seemed to consider for a moment, then spoke, slapping the ruler against his palm with crisp cracks.

"Very well. Stand up and bend over the desk."

Alice stood and complied, biting her lip. She felt Professor Sutter flip her skirt up to expose her round behind, and the next few seconds of silence were torment until-

Crack!

Alice yelped, the harsh lash catching her by surprise. There was no time to recover as one strike followed the next.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Alice lost count around 12, and by the time the professor stopped she was weak-kneed, biting her lip so hard she tasted blood, and struggling not to cry. Professor Sutter stroked the hot skin of her ass, inspecting the welts, and without warning slid a finger inside her pussy.

"Hmm...even wetter than before, if that's possible. Tsk, tsk, tsk...Well, next?"

Alice took a few seconds to gather herself, summoning the composure to stand upright and face her teacher without wobbling.

"M-my pussy sir, please spank my pussy. I'm still wet and horny, and I n-need my wet little slit thoroughly spanked."

Wordlessly, Professor Sutter pushed Alice back so that she sat on the desk, wincing when her raw ass touched the surface, and instructed her to lie back, spread her legs, and put her feet on the table. Despite all she had been through so far, Alice still felt blood rush to her face as she once again voluntarily exposed her pussy to the ministrations of her sadistic teacher. Like before, the first stroke came out of nowhere. Alice cried out with each blow, her clit tingling with a mix of pain and pleasure after every hard smack. When he was done, Alice was clenching her teeth so hard her jaw hurt, but this time she expected the finger slowly probing her slick hole. Again, the results were unsatisfactory.

"Still a wet little slut. I think you like being punished. Is that right?"

Alice groaned, involuntarily pulsing her hips rhythmically as her professor fingered her twitching pussy.

"Nnnoo, please, sir...I'm so sore, please don't punish me anymore...I don't...I d-..."

Professor Sutter slid a second finger inside her sopping cunt, marveling at the tight fit. He could barely get the second one in there...he could just imagine how good his cock was gonna feel squeezed by that little fuckhole of hers.

"Now, now, Alice. Remember you agreed to be honest? You say you don't like being spanked, but your hot, dripping cunt tells a different story. Now...I still have to spank those perky little breasts of yours. Did you know I love punishing tight young breasts? They're so firm and sensitive...Watching you walk into my class, missing your bra and panties, those pink little nipples of your perfectly visible through your shirt was almost too much. I couldn't wait to get my hands on them after class."

As he spoke, Professor Sutter gently massaged each breast in turn, lightly pinching Alice's nipples until they were puffy and erect once more. Alice couldn't think clearly. He couldn't wait...? Why did it sound like this had all been planned? Was HE the one who took her underclothes from the locker room? It seemed absurd, but then, this whole situation was out of control. Lost in her thoughts, Alice was caught off guard when the first smack struck her breasts. Alice was fascinated, unable to look away. She stared down at her creamy white tits as they were striped with red welts, bouncing after every one. Her cries grew louder, and Alice almost couldn't handle the pain in her burning nipples. Every strike landed directly across one of them, until both were dark pink, unbelievably hard, and unbearably sensitive. When Professor Sutter stopped, Alice's nipples were redder and bigger than she had ever seen them, maybe a little under an inch long and puffy from swelling with blood. Alice lay there, breathing heavily, unable to move. Professor Sutter seemed out of breath as well as he moved around the desk, taking more objects out.

"Now," he panted, swallowing hard, "it's time for some more severe punishment. I can't trust a disobedient little girl like you not to struggle...so sit back down in the chair and spread your legs like before."

Alice struggled back to the seat, her aching tits tingling as she moved, and assumed the exposed position while barely even noticing it. She was too focused on the pain in her throbbing breasts. Every heartbeat brought a new wave of stinging heat to the very tips of her nipples. She was brought back to reality when she realized she was being tied to the chair. Professor Sutter had several lengths of rope that he was using to tie her ankles and knees to the arms of the chair, ensuring that she couldn't close them. He then pulled her arms up and tied the wrists together, and then tied a rope to THAT and pulled it taut over the back of the chair. The position had her elbows resting on the edge of the back, forcing her to shove her tits out and put them on obscene display. Another rope went over and under her breasts, squeezing them together slightly, and then around the back of the chair, ensuring Alice couldn't so much as squirm. The rope brought all that discomfort and embarrassment of being exposed right back, and Alice couldn't help but experimentally tug at the ropes. Not so much as an inch. There was no WAY these ropes just HAPPENED to be in the desk...This was planned. Alice wondered how long this had been in the works. Pulling her out of her reverie were the items the professor showed her next.




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"Oh no, please, you're not going to put those on my nipples are you? Please sir, they hurt so bad already, I can't..."

Alice stared in horror at the cruel looking alligator clamps Professor Sutter was holding. He adopted an admonishing expression as he took one of her puffy nipples between his fingers and began to twist it back and forth. His words were punctuated by pleading cries from Alice as she writhed futilely in her bonds.

"Alice, this is the price you have to pay. You played with yourself in class like an uncontrolled young slut, so now you're going to be punished like one. I'm afraid begging won't do any good. You're just going to have to accept that everything I'm doing to your tits and pussy is exactly what you earned."

One by one, Professor Sutter stretched out Alice's nipples and applied the clamps sideways, so that the tips of each one protruded as a bright red little dot past the silver teeth. Alice groaned and cried out, begging for Professor Sutter to take them off, but to no avail. She watched him, helpless, as he reached for something amid the objects he had next to him, and showed her a candle and lighter. Moaning with dread even as her pussy clenched in anticipation, Alice watched with eyes like dinner plates as Professor Sutter lit the candle and lowered it over the tip of her left nipple. The first drop of hot wax elicited a spasm and cry of pain. Alice couldn't imagine her breasts being in more agony. Professor Sutter methodically covered each puffy red tip in a cap of hot wax, Alice's pleas falling on deaf ears. When he was finished and Alice was a breathless mess, he leaned back and surveyed his work. The erection straining his pants was begging to be released, demanding that he fuck her then and there, but he resisted. There was more to be done with this horny young slut, yet. Once again, Professor Sutter fingered his twitching captive, her pussy reflexively clenching around his finger. Alice was absolutely soaking wet, and the way she gently fucked his finger, hips moving against her will, told him she was as eager for more punishment as he was to give it.

"Now..I've been neglecting your tight, wet pussy, so lets get two birds with one stone, hm?"

Alice looked on in horror as Professor Sutter produced some sort of sex toy that he obviously intended to put inside her, despite the fact that it was clearly too big. It consisted of two spheres attached by a short string, the second larger than the first. Even the smaller one, however, was easily as wide around as three of Professor Sutters fingers...and Alice had trouble taking even two.

"No please, ungh...please sir, I'm just too tight...nnoo, it hurts, it's stretching mmmeee, nnnooo...ahh, please sir, don't put that in my fuckhole, my pussy is too tigh- ugnhh!"

Alice moaned and pleaded brokenly as the first, and then ever so slowly, the second ball disappeared into her wet cunt. Professor Sutter pushed them deep inside her, sighing with satisfaction.

"That's right, I'm gonna stretch your pussy so you can take my cock...I'm gonna fill you with my cum, so you have to be prepared to take all of it."

Alice moaned, her clit throbbing at the words. He wanted to come inside her? The idea was too much. She could picture his thick cum overflowing, dripping out of her tiny pussy, and the image made the walls of her cunt clench on the toy buried inside her.

"That's right," Professor Sutter continued, noting her reaction, "I'm gonna force my cum deep inside you and then I'm gonna plug you up with this." He held up a short, but rather wide, conical plug. "Your punishment isn't over after today, oh no. You're gonna keep my cum inside you until tomorrow and come right here after class, and then I'll inspect your pussy and breasts to see if they need any more punishment. I'll make sure my cum is still inside you, since good little whores like you need to be taught to love feeling hot sticky jizz inside their pussies at all times."

Alice was practically sobbing at this point, her breaths coming in rapid gasps. The thought of having to walk around with her teachers cum inside her all day, and then have to come back tomorrow and show him she did it, nearly brought her to orgasm right then and there.

"Ah, but I've forgotten all about this little clit of yours..."

"Nnno, no more, please sir...unghh not my clit, too...sensitive..."

Alice may as well have said nothing, as Professor Sutter took the third clamp and used it to pinch her clit much like he had her nipples. Relighting the candle, he slowly began dripping hot wax on the aching nub, every little cry and moan Alice made causing his dick to twitch hungrily. Once he was satisfied, the professor sat back and admired his handiwork, slowly unbuckling his pants and removing his cock. Noticing that Alice was watching, he began to slowly stroke it.

"You like it? 7 inches long, and almost the same in circumference. I have an unusually thick cock, so you see why it's necessary to warm up your little hole before I fuck it. Not that we're done yet..."

With deliberate slowness, Professor Sutter pulled the toy out of Alice's pussy. She groaned as each sphere popped out, and the last one was followed by a rush of sticky pussy juice. He had never seen a girl get this wet. It was making him crazy with need...but not yet, not yet. First, he produced a second toy, similar to the first but bigger. Once again, he eased in past her tiny entrance, listening with delight as she pleaded for him not to stretch her any further.

"There's just one thing left before I fuck you."

Alice watched through teary eyes as the coup-de-grace was revealed. Her stomach plummeted. No WAY.

Professor Sutter held up a small case with a clear plastic top containing a bottle of some clear fluid, a lot silver needle, and three little gold rings.

"Since sluts like you can't be trusted to remember lessons like these, especially since you clearly enjoy them so much, I decided to give a more permanent lesson. I think I'll start with those tight breasts of yours."

Alice was speechless, even as Professor Sutter removed the clamps on her nipples and the blood rushed painfully back into them. He peeled the wax off and opened the case, removing the clear little bottle, and set it aside. Then, ever so slowly, he pulled the second toy our of her cunt, once again accompanied by the gush of pussy juice. Kneeling on the floor, the professor was easily tall enough to place the head of his thick cock at the entrance of her fuckhole. Taking both nipples between his fingers, he idly twisted and pulled them as Alice pleaded to be spared.

"Sir, it's so thick, it'll never fit...Please, sir! I'm so tight, s-so...nnnoo, aghhh... ahh! Please, sir! No! Unghh my pussy, oh god, it's being stretched so much...t-too thick...unnhh, your cock is too thick sir...nnno, please!"

Continuing to pull and twist Alice's bright red nipples, Professor Sutter slowly and inexorably slid his massive cock into her tiny little hole. It was tighter than he ever imagined, hot and twitching on his thick shaft. He almost came right there, with her tiny pussy spasming and struggling to accommodate his almost obscene girth. Once he was fully sheathed inside her and Alice was just moaning weakly, Professor Sutter picked up the little bottle and dripped some of the liquid on each nipple. It stung, so Alice assumed it was rubbing alcohol. Her panic peaked as Professor Sutter raised the long, thin needle. No anesthesia, no nothing?! He was just gonna pierce her nipples like that, like a barbarian?

"I want to feel your sopping wet cunt clenching on my cock in pleasure as I torture your nipples more. I know it will because I can see how much you love being punished. I should have known...all sluts love punishment, it's why they misbehave. Now...get ready to have your nipples truly tormented."

Alice stared on in silent horror, once again unable to look away as her breasts were violated right in front of her. Professor Sutter took one nipple and stretched it out, pinching it hard. Slowly, he pushed the needle against taut flesh. The pain was exquisite, and Alice let out a scream of pain and pleasure. The source was twofold - even as her nipple was pierced, Alice's pussy tightened spasmodically, making her professors cock seem even more painfully huge. Professor Sutter couldn't help but moan at this perfect mingling of sensation and action. Pushing the needle all the way through, he threaded the first ring through the hole and admired the effect. The gold looked striking against her puffed up, red, and heavily abused nipples. He decided that was the best look for them, and wanted to ensure that Alice's nipples looked like that as frequently as possible. Taking the second hard nub between his fingers, Professor Sutter slowly repeated the procedure. It took all his willpower not to come as Alice's pussy throbbed and clenched on his sensitive cock. If he moved even an inch he would blow his load inside her.

"Now...for the final punishment, your naughty little clit. Perhaps this will remind you not to play with it without permission."

Alice couldn't tear her gaze away from her newly pierced breasts, torn between horror and admiration at how the little gold rings looked topping the smooth, reddened mounds of her tits. Only when Professor Sutter removed the alligator clamp on her clit did she look down between her legs, moaning at the pain and the sight of his thick cock buried inside her. Spreading her pussy lips nice and wide, Professor Sutter began to massage it in slow circles.

"When I pierce your clit, you're gonna milk my cock as I fill you with cum, understand?"

Alice nodded mutely, struggling for breath. Professor Sutter suddenly reached up, grabbed the rings he had just put in, and pulled them up to Alice's mouth. She groaned at the additional abuse to the recently pierced and unbelievably sensitive nipples, but obediently took the rings in her teeth at his gesture.

"Don't let go of those for any reason, understand? You're to come while punishing your own breasts..."

Taking up the needle, Professor Sutter began to slowly pump his cock in and out of her tight little cunt. The sensation was unbelievable. Even with the stretching Alice was easily the tightest fit he had ever had. Her muffled moans and gasps only made him want to fuck her harder, make her scream louder. Instead, Professor Sutter maintained his steady pace as he spread her lips wide, exposing her swollen and sensitive clit. Placing the needle on one side, he made sure Alice was watching her clit get punished before slowly, oh so slowly, pushing the needle through. Immediately he felt her pussy spasm on his cock, and she screamed past the rings in her teeth. Now that the needle was in, Professor Sutter picked up his pace, fucking her harder as he continued to push the implement through. With each forceful thrust, Alice's titties bounced on her chest, pulling even harder on the rings. Alice was moaning and nearly shrieking, her jaw clenched on the rings as she was forced to torment herself in addition to the torture her clit was receiving.

"Oh, I can feel your wet little fuckhole milking my cock. Unh, that's right, you want me to come deep inside you, don't you? You little slut, you wet little slut, you loved every second of your punishment...just like you love this. You're gonna come while I torture your clit, aren't you? Aren't you, you wet fucking slut?"

Alice bucked her hips as the needle pushed all the way through her clit, and Professor Sutter slammed his cock deep inside her. 

"Oh, can you feel me coming inside you? Filling your little hole with my hot cum? That's right, milk my cock while I fuck you and punish you..."

Alice couldn't make a sound, her orgasm was so heart-stoppingly intense. Professor Sutter pumped his cock in and out of her as wave after wave of pleasure shook them both. When they were spent, Professor Sutter collapsed back against the desk as Alice sagged in the chair, rings slipping from her mouth.

Shakily, Professor Sutter reached for the plug and forced it into Alice's dripping pussy. She could only summon a faint groan at the intrusion.

"I'll be seeing you for inspection tomorrow."



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It all started when she caught me masturbating on the couch. She wasn't coming home for awhile so I was going to pleasure myself thinking about her.

She drops her bags and gasps "What are you doing?" She seen me. How is she going to react?

What can I say as I try to hide my shame? "Umm " is my only witty retort. 

Walks in front of me lifting my chin up with a finger she surprises me "Don't stop."

"What?!?!?" Am I dreaming? Is this really happening?

"Sit back, take off your clothes and slowly finish as I watch you."

My mind is racing as I obey her commands. First my shirt then I squirm to remove my pants and boxers. Naked on the couch she stares while I slowly stroke myself.

Then, the real shocker. She begins moaning, then dances like a stripper. Hips circling around, body moves like a snake. Hands run up her body slowly, erotic. Touching her thighs, moving up her ribs, on each breast, up her neck and through her hair, head tilted back.

Deftly, she unbuttons her blouse. Skin exposed only enough to tease. Still dancing and moaning as I continue masturbating. Turning around, letting the blouse hit the floor. She reaches back to unhook her bra. Right hand crosses over to pull down the strap ever so sensual while looking back at me with that sly smile. The left hand crosses over doing the same with the other strap.

Turning back around smoothly she let's her arms drop along with the bra. Tits fully exposed for me. That moan and dance tease me. Hands running up her sides once again this time holding and massaging each beautiful breast. Teasing each nipple I watch them harden from her touch. Leans into me, grabbing a tit in each hand, she plants one nipple then the other upon my yearning lips, allowing me, but a taste of what's to come.

Once again her back side facing me I hear pants unzip. Looking back at me she blows me a kiss. Hands on each hip, rocking side to side, pulling down both pants and panties together slowly, bending over, ass is exposed inch by delicious inch. Pussy peaks out, wet and juicy. Smiling at me the whole time watching me stroking my cock.

Fully bent over now, one leg is out then the other. That ass and cunt only inches from my face. I want to kiss those lips. I need her so bad. The space between her closed legs forms a perfect heart. That heart belongs to me.

Standing back up and running her hands up her thighs around to her butt, she slaps herself. Grabs her ass. Turns back facing me. One hand feels her own body as the other touches her wet pussy. Finger deep inside herself she moans loud. Removes that finger and places it in my mouth. I taste her love. I want more.

Her hands grab each tit, leans into me, face enclosed in her bosom. She whispers in my ear "Finish yourself off. Cum for me. Now!"

I pound my cock hard and fast. Her moaning increases. Body moves faster. Hands cover every delectable inch of her burning flesh. Her erotic dance and her moans enhance my orgasm like never before. Cum shoots out onto my belly as she screams "Yes! Cum for me baby cum!" I moan with her, bent over in orgasmic bliss. Shaking and sweating now, I still feel myself secrete even more fluids. Dick still tingling.

Sitting besides me wiping off my love for her with the tissues I had out she then grabs my face, kissing me, I melt from her touch. I'm hers to mold. Let's go of that sensual kiss, smiles and says "It's my turn now. Dance for me and watch me finger myself."

Standing up gingerly, body still shaky. I try and fail. I can't watch her. On my knees, she's staring at me. I tell her I can't wait. Diving into her pussy I move her fingers, sucking them dry. Tongue penetrates her soul. Body tenses up, she gasps in her sexual way. Legs tangled on my shoulders. Thighs squeeze my neck. Hands hold me into her cunt for pure ecstasy!

Licking and sucking. Nibbling and biting her sweet, wet, sexy lips. My tongue goes into her cunt so far up I can taste her g spot. Orgasm builds fast. Juices flow out like a river down my chin and onto to my chest. I eat her like a man starving. She tastes so delicious and delectable I devour ever last part of her being. Staring up into her eyes, those deep pools of passion I get lost into every time wanting to fulfill her ever desire.

She locks up her body. Mouth open. Eyes in shock. Moaning and screaming. Shaking and sweating. Her orgasm is released. Squirting down my throat. Cum pours forth. I drink in her love. Swallowing every last drop. So lovely. I love doing this to her. Watching her body and her face. Taking in her beauty.

Her orgasm seems to last forever. Finally she releases me. Letting go. I lay her on her back on the couch. Sweat caresses her forehead. I lean in and kiss it." WOW! " is her only response. I feel her hand grab my cock. My shaft hardening a bit at her touch. " I want you inside me. Now! "

"Yes, my love. Always and forever yours. "

TO BE CONTINUED



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Thank you to bomakerasdf and findingmyvoice for their thoughtful suggestions and proofreading. Both were polite and very helpful. I'd work with either one of them again.

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Beatriz did her best to not roll her eyes as her coworkers gossiped about the men in the office. She idly sipped her drink and nodded at the appropriate times. Office outings were painful but they assured that she fit in and that mattered in any workplace. When her lips found nothing but ice in her glass, she excused herself and made her way through the press of people. She caught the eye of the bartender, ordered her drink, and leaned against the bar while she waited.

"May I buy you a drink?" asked Shawn. He smiled and moved in close.

"No thank you," she replied.

"Well, then is there anything else I can do for you?" he asked, placing a hand on her hip.

"Oh, Shawn," she said and patted his face with her right hand. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-four." 

Beatriz clicked her tongue. "Shawn, you are attractive, confident, motivated, and very very boring."

She could see the confidence that had grown during her praise, quickly evaporated with her final words. She traced a glossy red nail down the line of his jaw.

"You're also just a boy. I like men." She gave his cheek a firm pat as the bartender arrived and set her drink down.

"Oh, thank you. This gentleman here will be paying. He's also graciously agreed to buy the next round for that table over there." Beatriz pointed towards her coworkers. When they saw her gesture, they waved. Shawn gave a weak smile and waved back. She eased her drink off the bar and returned to her table.

"What happened?" whispered Sara as Beatriz settled into her chair.

"Oh, nothing. Just putting a boy in his place," she replied. Her phone chirped. She retrieved it from her bag and squinted at the display. The week had been hectic and caused Thursday to sneak up on her. Jane's party started in thirty minutes. Beatriz emptied her drink, said her goodbyes, and slipped through the crowd on her way to the exit.

"You came! And you're on time!" cried Jane as she greeted Beatriz at the door. They embraced warmly.

"Of course. I wouldn't miss your party," said Beatriz as she gave her friend a light kiss on the cheek. Her eyes swept over the room. "Where are your kids?"

"Maggie is spending the night at a friend's house. Ryan is sulking in his room." Jane smiled and shook her head. "He thought he should be able to attend because his eighteenth birthday was last week."

Beatriz mirrored her friend's gesture. "Teenagers." 

"Ooh. You have to try the new cheese we found. Also, watch out for the punch. It's a touch strong," Jane said as she pushed her friend into the ring of people gathered around the refreshment table. 

Beatriz spread fancy cheeses across several types of artisan crackers and nibbled on carrot sticks while she chatted with couples in the neighborhood and the odd acquaintance of Jane's. After her second cup of punch, she began to feel light-headed. She snatched a bottle of cider from one of the ice filled tins with the intention of nursing it until her head cleared. The drink had a crisp taste and a tartness that nipped at her tongue. Lost in a brief conversation, she was shocked to find the bottle empty.

"Be careful of those, they have a kick," said one of Jane's friends. "I had two the other night and was out like a light."

Beatriz set the bottle down and looked for a 

place to sit until she felt better. It was late and the crowd had thinned. She found herself sitting on a couch in a dark room while soft music played in the background. The patio doors to the backyard were open. Several couples danced slowly to the music while others lounged in chairs under the clear night sky. A gentle breeze tickled Beatriz's cheeks. She struggled to keep her eyes open. Her body felt warm and her limbs were heavy. 

She was barely aware of a weight settling down on the couch with her. An arm slipped over her shoulders. Beatriz fidgeted weakly but the arm stayed in place. Fingers closed on each side of her chin and steered her head to the left. Lips pressed against hers. 

"Such soft lips," her kisser mumbled. 

Over the music she couldn't place the voice. Lips found hers again. It wasn't wholly unpleasant. The warmth of another body was soothing. She sighed when a tongue slipped into her mouth. Beatriz ignored the tugging on her blouse and focused on the soft, warm lips. She shivered when a cool hand brushed across her stomach and squeaked when it slid underneath her bra. 

"Shush, it's OK," the voice told her.

A finger circled her nipple and caused her to shiver against the arm across her shoulders. She was sensitive to temperature and it felt like the cold finger was running along her spine. 

"Nice tits," the voice said.

The hand warmed as it pleasantly caressed her. Beatriz moaned softly. Jolts of sensation rippled down her body when her nipple was brushed. 

"Does this feel good?" her mystery partner inquired.

Beatriz bit her lower lip and nodded her head. She rubbed her thighs together. Heat was slowly building deep below her navel. A hand captured her chin and she was kissed deeply.

"Let's get you back to your place and out of these clothes," the voice suggested.

"OK," she mumbled. 

Hands steadied her as she wobbled to her feet. Her forehead pressed against the side of his face while her nose poked his cheek. The lights in the room flared to life.

"What's going on here?" demanded Jane.

Beatriz squinted at the painfully bright light. Her arm was draped over Ryan's shoulders.

"Oh hi Jane! Your son is a great kisser."

"Ryan, what are you doing?"

"He has his hand on my ass." 

The squawk of the alarm grated on her soul. Beatriz groaned as she slid out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. She sat during her shower because she didn't trust her legs. The hot water soothed her but also emphasized her dry mouth and made her feel queasy. She skipped breakfast and instead opted for four aspirin, a glass of water, and sitting with her head resting against her kitchen table. Through sheer will, she forced herself to get dressed, stumble out her door, and head off to work. 

"I need to learn restraint," she mumbled as she rubbed her temples. The glare of the morning sun off her computer screen felt like tiny daggers stabbing her eyes.

"You look like hell," Shawn offered as he walked by. 

Her head hurt too much to come up with a snarky reply. She didn't risk a rude gesture in case her boss was around. By lunch, three empty water bottles adorned her desk and yet her mouth still felt like it was stuffed with cotton. The remainder of the afternoon was spent with her head in her hands squinting between slightly splayed fingers. 

She turned off her phone as she entered her home. Beatriz felt a slight sense of pride at having survived the day. She grabbed a bottle of water from her fridge and left her clothes where they fell as she shambled up the stairs and entered the bathroom. The cool bottle against her forehead felt refreshing as she rested in the steaming water. 

The snooze button was pressed twice before Beatriz crawled out of the comfort of her warm bed in search of coffee. Dressed in a robe and slippers, with a steaming cup in hand, she ventured outside to retrieve her mail. Slipping back into her house, she gave the front door an extra nudge with her hip. Sometimes the lock didn't catch properly. She scolded herself for forgetting to ask Jane, at the party, to see if James would look at it. 

She separated out her bills as she sipped her second cup. What mail remained went in the trash. Yawning, she stretched and turned her eyes towards the clock. Errands would consume most of the weekend but a tickle of arousal had been fluttering in her stomach since she awoke. It had been a long week and she convinced herself she had time to play before a shower. Beatriz pulled the box from underneath the bed. She removed her robe and pajamas, folded them neatly, and placed them on the top of her dresser. From the box of toys, she selected whatever struck her fancy. With desired items in hand, she crawled onto her bed.

A shiver ran through her as she slid the harness up her legs. It made her feel a touch dirty but it held her favorite butterfly in just the right position. The soft cuffs felt smooth and cool against her skin as they were cinched tightly around her ankles. She could still remember the smell of the leather the first time she removed them from their packaging. The butterfly vibrator fluttered to life in her fingers as she checked the state of the batteries. Beatriz smiled as she clipped it to the harness. 

She tugged on the black leather strap wrapped around her thighs just above her knees to ensure it was tight. The bright blue ball gag nestled snugly behind her teeth. There was just something so raw and primal about drooling on oneself. She set her other vibrator on the nightstand next to the butterfly control just in case its use struck her fancy. The shiny metal handcuff clicked around her left wrist. She paused for a moment as she considered her options. Being especially helpless sent a surge of desire through her. Beatriz tossed the handcuff key onto the bed, placed her wrists behind her back, and after a bit of blind fumbling clicked the second cuff closed around her right wrist. 

The pulsing of the butterfly over her clitoris sent ripples of pleasure throughout her body. Drool slipped from the corner of her mouth and pooled under her cheek. Beatriz moaned into the gag and squirmed, loving the feeling of restriction as the vibrator slowly drove her wild. The first wave of pleasure swept over her. Her toes curled, fingers flexed, and she bit hard on the gag. Delirious and panting through her nose Beatriz heard her doorbell ring. She laughed behind the gag and rolled over placing her back towards the bedroom door. The bell rang again.

"Goh avay," she mumbled. The second tide of pleasure was rising and was threatening to crash over her.

"Miss Riley," a voice called.

Her blood ran cold.

"Miss Riley, are you home?"

Her fingers frantically searched for the key to the cuffs while her mind raced. Was it time to pay the paperboy? She never read the thing but Stacey's son had the route and she had subscribed out of guilt. Maybe neighborhood kids selling stuff? If she could get the gag off, she could save herself. Minutes passed as her fingers failed to find the small key. She heard the stranger moving around in her home.

She slid off the bed and onto her knees. With sweat trickling down the side of her face, her eyes scanned the bed. Even in her crazed state, the butterfly was doing its job. Beatriz had to focus on the task to prevent herself from succumbing to the pleasure. Her heart thumped in her chest when she spotted the shiny key. She shimmied herself into position, gathered the duvet cover in her hands, and pulled. The cloth slipped from her fingers and her momentum caused her to tip over and fall heavily onto her side.

"Miss Riley, was that you? Are you OK?"

Panic gripped her as she heard footsteps ascending the stairs. There was no time for the key. She needed to close the door to her bedroom to save herself and her pride. Slowly, she inched forward on her stomach. The footsteps crested the landing.

"Hello?"

The only thing that mattered was reaching the door. Beatriz pushed herself forward. The bedroom door was inches away from her nose. One more lunge would do the trick. Brown leather sneakers rounded the edge of the door and filled her vision. Beatriz heard a low whistle. She craned her neck looking past the light blue jeans, plain green t-shirt, and found the face of Ryan, with large shocked eyes, looking at her. It was then the second climax of the morning claimed her.

Beatriz's back arched as she screamed into the gag. Her second orgasm was always more powerful than her first but lying on the floor squirming in front of a teenager gave it a harder more visceral edge. Physically spent, she melted against the floor. 

"Your front door was open, so I was worried," Ryan said as his eyes scanned the room. "But it appears, I shouldn't have been."

He scooped Beatriz up in his arms. She squirmed and voiced her displeasure to the best of her ability. 

"Don't worry. I closed the door," he said as her set her down in a kneeling position on the bed.

Ryan grabbed the vibrator off the night stand and plopped down in front of her. "My mother sent me over to apologize." After a brief inspection her twisted the base and the shiny metal vibrator sprang to life. He lightly traced her lips. 

"I'm sorry I kissed these pouty lips. You were sitting on that couch with a dreamy look on your face. I just couldn't resist," he said. He scooped up drool that had gathered at the corner of her mouth and used it to wet her lips. The vibrator trailed over her chin and down her neck.

"I'm sorry I touched these tits," he said as traced the outline of her areolas with the toy. 

The vibrations traveled through her chest and down her back. As she fidgeted in place, she felt the handcuff key against her foot.

"I've wanted to get my hands on these since the Ward's party last year. You wore that dark blue bikini." Ryan chuckled and smiled. "The shape of your nipples was visible the whole time."

The vibrator moved between her breasts and then slowly moved downwards. The sensations mixed with an undercurrent of fear and sent shivers through her. 

"You sashayed around the pool with that wrap around your waist like you were protecting your modesty and not putting on a show. How many wives do you think ended up on their backs that night because of you?" Ryan shook his head.

Beatriz closed her eyes and groaned. The idea of women in the neighborhood, including her friends, getting fucked because she had excited their men thrilled her. An image of Jane underneath James flashed through her mind. A tingling surge of pleasure began to build. She was losing control. Beatriz opened her eyes and tried to calm herself by breathing deeply through her nose.

"I had to keep my hat in my lap to keep from embarrassing myself. I was hard the whole damn time. Hell, I even dreamed about you. I woke up the next day still frustrated."

As he spoke, she moved slowly, so not to draw Ryan's attention, to drag the key from under her foot. With trembling fingers, she found the key and drew it into her palm. Carefully, she maneuvered the key with her fingers and sought the keyhole. Beatriz knew she would only get one chance to free herself.

Ryan reached up, cupped the back of her head, and pulled her facedown over his lap. Beatriz grunted as she fell forward. 

"Oh, thanks," Ryan said as he plucked the key from her hand. 

All Beatriz could do was grunt and thrash weakly in protest. The butterfly increased its buzzing. She fidgeted in his lap. Normally she could only handle it on its lowest setting, however it was easily two notches above that. Ryan's arms rested across the back of her shoulders then; she felt his hand slide down her body and grab her ass. Beatriz attempted to struggle but he held her firmly in place. His hand lightly slapped her backside.

"Damn, that's nice."

Beatriz grunted her displeasure.

"That's it Miss Riley, put me in my place."

Long fingers gently pushed between her legs.

"Ooh, so upset and yet so wet."

Despite her predicament, Beatriz felt her face heat up. The young fingers gently caressed her, slowly moving over her before slipping inside. The combination of his touches with the stimulation from the butterfly felt good. She exhaled through her nose and forced herself to relax. She was naked and bound across the lap of her best friend's son and there was nothing she could do about it. Whatever was about to happen, she had no say. Her head jerked up when the vibrator slid into her. 

The combination of sensations was intense, approaching the point of pain but without crossing over. The two toys seemed to pulse in counterpoint with each other. Her hips bucked frantically but there was no escape. Ryan's hand drifted underneath her and gently tugged on a nipple. Beatriz screamed through the gag and experienced a shuddering orgasm on the teenager's lap.

The toys switched off and allowed her to drift down slowly from the peak of pleasure. Ryan's hand patted her ass.

"I have to admit I was a bit nervous. Thanks for making my apology so easy."



Caught!



I have been a transvestite since adolescence. I couldn't end it even when I got married, but had managed to keep it hidden from my wife successfully, or so I thought. Sitting in a business meeting at work, I had just taken the floor to speak, when my cell rang. My wife was shouting at me.

"Come home NOW! Or else," was all she yelled before hanging up.

Worried that my business associates had heard, I simply said there was flooding in the basement and I had to leave to see to getting it fixed immediately. On the road in the car, I wondered what it was my wife wanted.

Could she have possibly found all of my high-heeled shoes, thigh high boots, stockings, panties, stay ups, wigs, makeup, skirts and blouses? The stash that I had amassed over 25 years, and it was just everything in my eyes. If the house would burn, I knew what I would try to save first. And while I certainly didn't want to lose my wife, there was my other identity, the one that I called myself when dressed, I couldn't stand the thought of losing Betty either!

I had just put the key in the lock, and opened the door before my wife yelled at me.

"Close the door, and get in here quickly!"

I had broken out in a cold sweat! Had she found out about me... my stash?

"I'm really ashamed," she said, "You've been living a double life. How could you!"

I tried to speak, but was immediately interrupted.

"Quiet," she barked, "just shut up and go into the bathroom, and put on the clothes you see there, thats what you're going to be wearing tonight!"

She went into the kitchen and closed the door. I heard her opening a beer as she sat down at the window to wait for me. I trembled as I opened the door to the bathroom, and was stunned... but what is this, I thought!? Neatly hung on the shower bar, there was my wife's sexiest lingerie, her little black dress, her black high-heeled shoes, a long wig and all her makeup. I called out to her, but she did not answer. Was she forcing me to wear it so I would be ashamed? Well I decided, she's not joking, and neither am I!

I began to shave myself all over, painted my nails, put on a brand new pair of stay ups with white fur trim at the top. Shit, they looked delicious!

I pulled on the thong, zipped up the dress, slipped on the shoes, wig and applied my makeup... suddenly, there in the mirror stood Betty. And like usual, Betty's cock was sticking straight out. Tonight, she was horny!

But could I dare to show myself as Betty to my wife? I thought for a long time and then gradually my courage took hold of me! I walked through the hallway swinging my sexy butt, while I caressed my breasts and my hard cock through the dress. I was HOT and HORNY! Now my wife would see how good I looked as Betty! Would she be happy to see me, or would she be ashamed?

I opened the kitchen door and there sat my wife still sipping her beer. She was redressed and fresher than I've ever seen her before. She was very made up. Suddenly she turned to watch me walk into our small kitchen, as her whole face lit up.

"I knew you would be delicious as a woman. Why have you been hiding this from me?!"

I tried to explain that I was a little embarrassed and maybe she felt I was infringing on her territory as a woman.

"Do not do anything," she said, stopping me in my tracks.

Then she walked over towards me. She stroked my ass, my breasts, and cupped her hands over my cock and pressed it to her affectionately. She now asked for a strip-tease to slowly remove my dress. I gave her a really sexy dance while stripping off my dress in front of her, and even got a round of applause from her. Now she wanted to suck my cock.

"Imagine being able to suck my own transvestite husband," my wife said, "This tastes so good! But save your cum for my wet slit!"

And I did, but it I was so close to cumming, and everything that happened to me made me even more horny than I had ever been before. When I finally did get to fuck my wife, it sounded divine, she was wetter than ever, I was hornier than ever, and I promised her that would not hide Betty anymore!

Since that day when my wife found my feminine side, or Betty, our sex life is truly heaven in bed, with me as her painted slut and transvestite! We compete against each other looking underwear in our room, challenging each other with different games and will again and again. Sometimes we go out together in the evening for our walk. Dressed as Betty, we can't keep our little paws off of each other, and it feels delightfully dangerous and sexy!



Caught



- A Ms. Neb Story -

It was late, after one in the morning, when I woke up. I'm not sure what it was, maybe a distant train, the cat, who knows. A few moments later I realized that my husband was still not in bed. I heard him tapping on the computer in the other room. I understood his dedication to working late but this was ridiculous. I got out of bed and put my robe over my short nightgown and went to see what was keeping him. 

When I got to the doorway of the extra bedroom that we had converted to an office, the back of the office chair was facing me. I could easily see the large computer monitor. The screen had a spread sheet on it but another window was open over it that took up almost the entire screen. Inside that window was some kind of moving image. I knew that it had nothing to do with work because the movie, of marginal quality, was of some blonde gal sucking some guy's cock!

"What the hell is THAT?" I called out.

My husband was so startled, he practically fell out of the chair. He turned to me, collected himself and calmly closed the pornographic window.

"Geez! Don't sneak up on me like that!" he responded.

"From the looks of things, I should sneak up on you more often. What was that you were watching? Put that back up there. Let me see that."

With guilt-ridden and apologetic tones he suggested that it I might prefer not to see it. Pressing him further, it seems that he wanted to spare my virtuous sensibilities by not exposing me to such trash. That just irritated me so I insisted. He put it back up and let it play to the end. It was an amateur video clip of an attractive blonde giving a guy a blowjob. The view was so close that only his cock and her head could be seen. The clip ended with him expelling an impressive amount of ejaculate, mostly in her mouth and the rest on her lips and face. She then, shall we say, seductively savored the experience.

Now I am not a prude but I must say that I'm not a great fan of pornography. I consider myself pretty sexually progressive and I am no stranger to giving enthusiastic oral sex but I will have to admit, the girl in the video went beyond anything that I had ever done. I didn't let on but I was feeling the tingly beginnings of arousal between my legs.

Without mentioning any of the details depicted in the video I asked, "Why are you watching that when the "real thing" is in the next room?"

"Aw honey, that's different. She's just some slut and you're.....you're...."

"What!" I snapped. "I'm what."

"I dunno. You're just not a slut. That's all."

"Am I was supposed to take that as some kind of compliment? So just because I am not a "slut", sex with me can't be that raw and uninhibited? Is that it?"

The conversation continued along those lines for a few minutes. He kept stammering and fumbling about how sex with me was special and sensual, not "dirty" or "nasty". Finally, I had had enough.

"Listen. Who you do it with and with how many makes you a slut. It's not what you do. So get off you God damned high horse. Are you suggesting that I am incapable of plain, hot, passionate, lustful sex? Well I've got news for you, you dumb shit!"

With that statement, I spun him around in the office chair. I dropped my robe and then my nightie. I pride myself in my good figure and the flickering glow of the monitor highlighted all the curves in all the right places. 

I reached for the waste band of my husbands sweat pants and slipped them off easily, right along with his underwear. His semi-rigid cock flopped up against his abdomen. (As many times as I have seen his impressive penis, that first look always makes me take a deep breath.) I told him to just sit there. He was not to touch himself. I began to sensually dance in front of him. My hands softly caressed my hips, my waste, and eventually my breasts. I rubbed and pinched my nipples while running my wet tongue around my lips. I was looking at him for his reaction when I lifted my breast up and began licking my nipple to a tight erection. He was enjoying it all right. His cock had swollen to its fullest length and girth. Clear pre-cum was seeping abundantly from the pulsating tip and trickling down the shaft. His breathing was very heavy and he was watching every move I was making.

I laid down on the floor. The light from the monitor cast long shadows over my body. I lifted my legs up and spread them wide open and began to caress my inner thighs. The cool air against the moist separated lips of my pussy sent shivers of excitement through my entire body. I knew that I would be literally dripping juices from my pussy at any moment. I started talking dirty to him like that "slut" in the clip would have if there had been any sound.

"Oh, baby! I love when you touch me here, on my pussy. See? See how excited I am for you. Can you see how badly I want you? Can you see how wet my hot cunt is for your touch? For your kiss? For your cock?"

I knew that this was having the desired effect. I kept it up. It wasn't difficult, especially considering that I was turning myself on immensely.

"Oh! Right here. I want to feel your tongue right here, where my fingers are. Yes! Oh, I am so fucking wet! I want you inside of me. Like this. Like my fingers are!"

I had slipped two fingers deep into my pussy and was now thrusting them in an out. The wet sounds of my masturbating were easily heard. It wasn't long before I could smell the scent of my wetness. I withdrew my damp fingers from my pussy and rubbed the dripping tips over my nipples. I made repeated trips between my open legs and my nipples. After the last one, I brought my coated fingers to my mouth and as seductively as I could, slid them over my lips. Then I slowly licked my lips and my fingers. My wetness was so deliciously sweet and slippery. The scent was equally wonderful. With my fingers deep into my pussy once again, I resumed my arousing talk, my lips still sticky with my wetness.

"I'm going to make myself come for you baby. I am going to fuck myself right in front of you until I come!"

My fingers were thrusting wildly now. Regularly, I would rub my soaked fingers over my hard clitoris, racing myself towards orgasm.

"Is this is what a slut would do? Would your slut fuck herself for you just like this?"

I couldn't keep talking at this point. I was too close to my orgasm. I began to loose myself to my climax. I just kept writhing on the floor, fucking my pussy with one hand and rubbing my aching breasts with the other. 

My orgasm came quickly. I closed my legs tightly, trapping my hand between them, assuring that my fingers would remain deep inside me throughout the entire set of convulsions. I twitched and quivered, thrashing my head from side to side. My fingers were grabbed and squeezed each time my pussy tightened in ecstasy, drenching them in my cum.

When it was all over, I laid there for just a moment to compose myself. Then it was time to resume the show. I removed my dripping fingers from my pussy, releasing a nasty wet sound. I stood and with a seductive saunter, I stepped to my stunned husband who was just sitting there with his mouth dropped open.

"Close your mouth honey. Someone might stick something in it."

He wasn't fast enough. I stuck my fingers into his mouth and then slid them about his lips like a painter would apply paint in broad sloppy strokes. His lips glistened with my cum in the flickering monitor light.

I sat on him, straddling his lap. I took hold of his engorged precum slicked cock with my sticky fingers and began pumping him. I kissed him hard, thrusting my tongue past his slippery lips and deep into his mouth. It was so wonderful to taste my own juicy excitement from my husband's face. We kissed wildly until my taste was completely diluted with our saliva.

When we stopped kissing I said, "Is that what a slut would do? Would a slut come for you like that and then kiss you like that, right through her cum?"

He was speechless.

"Well I'm not so sure but we do know one thing now don't we. We do know that a slut would suck a guy's hard cock until he came all over her. Right honey?"

With that, I slipped off my husband's lap and squatted between his legs. The evaporating juices felt wonderful on my pussy. With an open-mouth smile, his cock bobbed against my face and lips leaving threads of precum that connected us. I twirled my fingers over the head of his dick, smearing his juices evenly over the entire length. I took him straight into my mouth without any pretense of teasing. The swollen crown rested comfortable at the back of my throat. I twisted my head back and forth causing my tongue to glide almost completely around his pulsing cock. I made sure that my mouth was very wet with saliva thus making sure the whole experience was all the more enjoyable.

I let the wet cock slip from my mouth. I brought extra attention to the long thread of precum that connected us by pulling my head back until it broke, leaving a streak on my neck and breast. I licked his balls, making sure they were as equally wet. I took long slow licks up from his balls all the way to the head of his cock. Each time I slid my tongue up his length, his lubricating juices oozed out and smeared against my cheek. I don't know if any of this was "slut" behavior but I sure was enjoying myself.

My goal was to out-slut that girl in the video clip and so it was now time to bring my husband to orgasm. I alternated between sucking him deep into my mouth and sliding my wet lips up and down his complete length. Whenever his cock wasn't in my mouth, I tried to encourage him by talking.

"That's it honey. Fuck my mouth with your hard cock. I want to feel your long dick pressing deep at the back of my throat! Fuck your slutty wife's mouth. Come for me baby. I know you're close. I can feel it in your balls. I can feel your cock getting ready to shoot your cum for me."

I could tell that my sucking and talking was doing the trick. His cock was so very hard and warm. It liberally flowed with precum. I began stroking him over the edge and kept talking.

"That's it honey. Come for me. I want to see your hot sticky cum squirt out of your hard fat cock and shoot into my mouth! Don't you want me to feel your warm cum in my mouth and on my face? Don't you want me to, like that girl in the video? I'm ready baby. I want it. Yes! That's it! Come for me baby!"

He certainly did! A thick white stream of semen leapt from his cock and shot right into my mouth. It instantly felt warm and thick and sticky in my mouth and on my tongue. I loved the taste, the thick texture and the musky smell of his cum. Another spurt burst from his erupting cock, this time spattering my lips and streaking up my cheek to just below my eye. It was so wonderfully warm and wet against my face.

I slid his spurting cock into my mouth and closed my sticky lips around the hard pulsing member. I felt each successive twitch spurt more cum against my tongue that was pressed hard against the crown. As best as I could, I sucked him in and out of my mouth until he was done filling my willing mouth with plenty of thick cum. I made no attempts to swallow. 

Only when there was no more to be had did I let his still hard cock slip from my lips but I was not through yet. I just ignored the huge amount of cum that filled my mouth and kept caressing and kissing him. I opened my mouth and extended my tongue through the gooey cum and began licking around the head. White sticky cum stretched across my teeth and lips and bubbled around his cock. I slid him back into my mouth deeply causing his semen to collect all around my lips. Cum dripped and hung from my chin. Some fell to my breasts. I opened my mouth as wide as I could with him still deep between my lips. I drew him out and a thick sticky band of cum mixed with saliva connected the back of my tongue to his coated cock. I rubbed his slippery dick back and forth across my lips, smearing cum everywhere. The opening and closing of my mouth during the process made my lips sticky with bubbled cum.

The last gestures in this act excited my husband to the point were I though he would have another orgasm. I leaned back and rested with my elbows to the floor. I was completely naked. My legs were open, open exposing my pussy that had dribbled plenty of my juices to the floor. My face was slick and sticky with cum. A few strands clung to my chin. My breasts were wet in a few spots too but surprisingly, my mouth was still filled with an impressive amount of my husband's ejaculate. 

I opened and closed my mouth as if I was mouthing the letter "P". Cum made my lips stick just a bit. Each time I used my tongue to slip the cum and saliva mixture from my mouth. I didn't care where it went. I just let it slide over my lips and from the corners of my mouth. I opened my mouth wide, again showing my husband what remained of what his cock had squirt into me. In a very un-lady-like way, I slid my extended tongue, coated in a white film, around and around my lips. Eventually, the only cum in my mouth was whatever remained coating my mouth and tongue. Then I swallowed for the first time. 

Now it was time to reverse the process. In a teasing and playful way, I collect his cum from my body with my fingers and licked it all. I made sure that I used exaggerated movements. I slid his cum around my nipples before taking my sticky fingers into my mouth. I was sure to create long threads from my chin to my fingers before licking then clean. When I was completely finished I was still pretty wet and I smelled strong with the mucky scent of my husband's cum.

"So how was that?" I asked through wet lips. "Still need some grainy computer picture to get you off?"



Caught



 College girl gets caught masturbating by a friend.

It had been a long, frustrating morning.

I'd woken up from a very vivid dream to find my panties were practically soaked through, and that I was so turned on that I very nearly ached.

However, I'd also woken up to find that I had fifteen minutes to get to class. I must've slept through my alarm. Swearing, I'd jumped out of bed and hurried to get dressed and presentable and made my way out the door.

Hours later, though, classes were done for the day and I was back in my dorm room and thankful that my roommate's afternoon schedule was packed. The feelings I'd woken with had gone nowhere; if anything, they'd only intensified. And so, it was with great anticipation that I began removing my clothing. My shirt and pants lay abandoned on the floor; as I sat on my bed, I reached behind me to unhook my bra, letting my breasts swing free. My nipples were already hard. My hands raised to touch them, tease them, tug on them a little, and I bit back a moan.

Quickly now, I shimmied out of my lacy panties, these nearly as wet as the ones I'd slept in the night before, and lay on my back on my bed. I closed my eyes as I allowed my hands to wander my body, caressing my breasts, rubbing over my thighs, tugging on my nipples, trailing over my hips. Finally, slowly, I let my fingertips slip between the lips of my pussy to play along my slit. 

I was dripping wet.

I couldn't help but moan softly. The tip of my middle finger found my clit, hard and eager. I rubbed it gently, savoring the pleasure that swept through me, before allowing my finger to slip further down and then inside me. I groaned with the pleasure of it, spreading my legs wider. I flicked my finger back and forth, rocking my hips with the movement. I felt my orgasm building already and eagerly continued my ministrations.

Somewhere through the haze of my pleasure, I heard the doorknob rattle faintly. 

My eyes flew open as I belatedly remembered that I hadn't locked the door.

As fast as I could, I grasped for the blanket on my bed to cover my nakedness. My eyes flashed back to the doorway, where I saw my friend Tony, and knew I hadn't been fast enough.

There was a dark sort of hunger in his eyes, a strange knowing. As I sat paralyzed on my bed, clutching the comforter above my breasts, he calmly stepped inside and closed and locked the door. 

My heart was in my throat as he met my gaze once more, standing confidently in the center of my bedroom. "Come out of the bed, Isabella," he said softly. His voice was soft, but I recognized the command, and I was helpless to disobey. Keeping the blanket snugly around me, I slipped off the bed to stand in front of him. My eyes stayed focused mostly on the floor.

"What were you doing, Izzy?" His tone told me he well knew what I had been doing. "Why are your nipples so hard?"

I blushed furiously, a deep scarlet that started on my cheeks and crept down my neck and across my chest. I hesitated in answering him, and he grasped my chin, lifting my head. It was so much harder when I was looking into his eyes.

"Tell me, Isabella."

I replied slowly, softly. "I was touching myself."

"Drop your blanket." I hardly hesitated, thanks to the authority in his still quiet voice. I let go of my blanket, letting it puddle around my feet, and stood before him completely naked.

I felt more exposed than ever before as his eyes swept over me, analyzing me, from my bare shoulders, over the swells of my DD cup breasts, my slimmer waist, the flare of my hips, my shaven pussy, and all the way down my milky pale legs to my feet, and then back up. Without saying a word, he reached his hand out, and I instinctively spread my legs the tiniest bit.

He slid his fingers against my pussy, and it felt like a jolt of electricity. I barely bit back a moan. When he pulled his hand back, I knew without looking that it would be slick with my wetness. I could practically feel it dripping down my thighs. He lifted his hand to his lips and licked me from his fingers. I watched, unable to look away. He maintained his powerful eye contact the entire time. 

When he was finished, he spoke. "Sit in your armchair, Bella." I hastened to obey, willing my legs to but cooperate. "Spread your legs. Wide." Once more, I followed his order without hesitation. "Now then. Show me what you were doing before I came in. Fuck yourself with your fingers until you cum."

My blush rose again, but so did the heat in my belly. No matter how strange this circumstance was, my body was enjoying it, that was for sure. So, while one hand toyed with my breasts and my nipples, the other was slipping down my body, between my legs, and beginning to rub my clit. I moaned. The sensation seemed so much stronger with him watching. 

And he was watching intently. His entire focus was on the tip of the finger that was massaging my clit. When my finger slowly slid into my soaking pussy, his hands moved to the buttons on his shirt. Deftly he unbuttoned them, while I moaned and shuddered in my place on the chair. His pants were next and, as my orgasm approached more quickly than I could've expected, his boxers followed.

He stood before me completely naked. I saw his cock growing hard and impossibly big, and my eyes widened. His hand grasped himself, stroking lightly, and that was it. My orgasm exploded within me, and I cried out sharply, moaning and whimpering with each wave, each clenching of the muscles inside me. When I was finished, my pussy was gripping my finger tightly, and I could still feel little spasms and tremors running through my body as I slowly removed the finger. I raised my gaze back to him.

He crooked a finger. "Come here." Shakily, I stood and took a step toward him. His hand found the top of my head and applied gentle pressure. Understanding, I sank slowly to my knees in front of him, until I was on eye level with his cock. He pulled my head in against his hard cock, and my mouth opened willingly.

I took him deep into my mouth, sucking on him like a piece of candy. He groaned and twined his hands in my hair. I swirled my tongue around him in my mouth, feeling him shudder lightly. Adjusting my tongue to the underside of his cock, against the thick vein that I could feel pulsing in time with his heart, I began bobbing my head up and down, taking as much of him in my mouth as I could. My hands rose up, too, one grasping the part of him that wouldn't fit in my mouth, and the other toying with and caressing his balls.

He began helping me, thrusting his hips forward so that he was essentially fucking my mouth; using my mouth. His movements slowly but surely became harder, deeper, faster. I was wet and aching again; I longed for his cock to fill my pussy. That thought in my head, I began licking him more furiously; I wanted his cum to fill my mouth, and then I wanted him inside me.

With that thought, suddenly he stiffened, moaning, his hands tightening on my hair. I felt his cum shooting into my mouth, and I greedily sucked at his cock, wanting every drop of cum he would give me. Finally, he was done, and I whimpered as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. My mouth was full of his cum, hot and salty on my tongue; I swallowed it hurriedly.

For a moment, Tony looked down at my upraised eyes. My heart was pounding. I wanted more; I wanted him, so badly. 

He turned away and began dressing once more. Confused, I stayed on my knees, waiting to be told otherwise.

He turned back to me again and smiled fondly down at me. Wordlessly, he patted my head, petting my hair a little, and then unlocked my door. Another beat, and he was gone, leaving me panting and dripping wet, kneeling in the middle of my room, with the taste of his cum fresh in my mouth.



Caught



This is the story of the time I caught my wife with another man in our bed. I am definitely not the cuckold type and they both found out how much I refused to be taken advantage of.

Our relationship was great for a while, in the beginning the passion was incredible, we couldn't wait to see each other, to talk, dream and yes the sex was incredible. She was so full of energy and was an absolute pleasure to be with, life seemed to be so promising.

Lovemaking was that, filled with love and passion, there were also times when we fucked. It was all great, she would surprise me at times, like when were on a hike in the woods she would stop and turn around in front of me as if she could feel my eyes on her tight little ass and shapely legs while hiking behind her and as she squatted down in front of me she would tell me to take out my cock and feed it to her.

She would hungrily suck me to climax and after taking some of my cum in her mouth she would pull it out and jerk more out onto her face, then get up and continue our hike with my cum on her face.

Well it seems that the good times were never meant to last. Without going into too much detail our relationship fell apart, rather quickly too. Years later we bought a place in Key West and I retired, the day I came home from my last day at work she told me that she wasn't moving with me yet. Her job was too important and she wasn't ready to commit to leaving her job and moving so far away from her sons.

By the time she finally moved to Key West to join me after only getting to see her for a few days each month the damage was already done, although I didn't know how much damage had been done. She became bitterly jealous and controlling as well as demanding. The constant nagging and nit picking was dredging up my old anger issues and our fights were rather intense.

Our sex life was nearly non-existent, when she was in the mood it was great but the good times never lasted. She took several trips back "home" even though I insisted that we were home she didn't see it that way. She left to visit home more and more often, bitter and angry when she left and bitter and angry when she returned.

She would call frequently wanting to know if I was flirting with women or cheating on her, it got to the point where I would just stay inside all day long and do nothing until she returned and then she would accuse me of looking at other women. 

Life was miserable and I wasn't handling it very well. I purchased a small motor home thinking that spending time together away from distractions would help, it sat parked after only a few trips but we did get to see much of the US. 

I gained weight and stopped going to the gym, depression was a constant cloud. I finally got her permission to join a local gym as my once toned and thickly muscled physique was a distant memory.

I hoped that getting back into shape would make me more desirable and ignite a lost spark. She only approved of the gym because it catered to mostly gay men so she didn't see that as a threat.

I spent more and more time at the gym and shed most of the fat and was packing the muscle back on, from 230 pounds of mostly fat to 250 pounds of well-defined muscle within the year.

I guess the spark was too far gone as she seemed even less interested in sex or love making than ever before. She had taken a job even before she "allowed" me to start working out again so that she could pay for her own visits back home, as she put it.

Finally I took a position overseeing construction of facilities in foreign countries as part of our local church, she wasn't interested in traveling and our lives became further disconnected.

The eventful day was finally approaching, I left for a month long trip in a remote area and she seemed fine, almost too fine, with the fact that there would be limited communication. After 3 weeks the project was moving along smoothly but a storm was approaching and we had to leave.

When I reached the airport I attempted to contact her and let her know that I was coming home sooner than expected, no response. My flight arrived but she wasn't at the airport to pick me up and my calls, text messages and emails were unanswered, I took a cab home and figured that she flew home for another visit.

The house was dark as I let myself in, feeling that I had finally reached my limit and needed to find a way to end this relationship.

Well she seemed to be doing a good job of that for me as I could hear her screaming out in orgasm in our bedroom. At first I was furious, I barged into the room as she was riding her lover cowgirl style and my heart hurt so badly, she used to do that with me.

His eyes grew wide with terror when he saw me standing in the doorway and before she became aware of my presence I walked up to the bed and was just about to beat the life out of him when I realized who it was. It was one of her former bosses, married with two young children and a successful career, the one she had been flirting with and almost "crossed the line" with just before we met.

It suddenly became clear that this wasn't a singular, random event and the pieces suddenly fell into place. I felt so stupid, taken advantage of and used. Realizing that this must have been going on without me catching on for at least five years nearly left me crushed me completely. It lessened some of my rage but not all of it.

She turned and saw me and without even an apology asked, "Why are you home so early?" I was stunned into silence. "Are you enjoying the show? You do remember my old boss Roy, don't you?" she asked as if she was doing no wrong.

The entire time Roy is laying there stammering and trying to get up when she introduced us, "Roy this is my husband Rod, Rod this is Roy". It was so surreal I thought that I must be caught in a bad dream.

Then I snapped out of the fog, dropping my bag on the floor I reached out and grabbed his balls in one hand and squeezed them and pulled them as I tried to tear them from his body.

She jumped up as he is screaming in intense pain and a thick stream of his cum leaks out of her pussy onto his stomach as she tries to get off the bed yelling for me to let him go. I let go of Roy and grabbed her by the back of her neck and pushed her head down and rubbed her face in his cum while scolding her like a puppy that soiled the carpet.

"Look at this, you did this, now clean it up." I had her face pressed hard into his stomach and she was trying to say something but it was just a mumble, she eventually had no choice but to comply. "That's it, clean it up, suck that cum off his cock too bitch."

For his part Roy was shocked, mouth hung open and confused. I was furious but was aware enough that any physical harm I caused to her or him would land me in jail, further adding to my situation. I was determined to not let them get the better of me yet not walk away with my tail between his legs.

By now she was sucking on his cock under her own fruition and I stepped back and gathered my thoughts, once I decided what my next course of action was it took no time to get an erection you could do chin-ups on. Not because of what I was seeing but because of what I was thinking.

I quickly stripped while Roy looked on in total disbelief while at the same time enjoying my wife's extremely talented efforts, when my thick cock sprung free the wide eyed look on Roy's face further emboldened me. She was on her knees between his legs and apparently giving Roy one heck of a blow job.

I climbed up behind her and shoved my cock in forcefully, "Damn Roy you must be much smaller than I thought, baby your cunt is so tight I swear I just popped into your ass."

Tight she was and her vaginal muscles clenched hard on my swollen member, I started slamming hard and forcefully into her, savoring the gagging sounds she made as I forced her further and further onto her lover's cock.

"That's it slut, suck his cock all the way down, choke on it whore," I said as I slapped her ass very hard with my open hand. Something she used to enjoy before but nowhere as hard as I had just done, she moaned and it sounded like a moan of pleasure. Her face was buried into Roy's abdomen as she had him fully in her mouth now and I held her head in that position as I kept ramming her hard and fast.

"I'm cumming," Roy yelled as he grabbed her head and started bucking wildly, unleashing what must have been quite a load as she gagged with his cock buried in her throat. I let up and she looked over her shoulder at me with cum running out her nostrils and gasping for air. "Fuck you prick, are trying to kill me?" she asked. I grabbed her hair and pulled hard giving her no choice but to look straight ahead as I continued to fuck her hard.

"That's it bitch, look at him while I fuck you senseless." Roy was pinned under her and had no choice but to stay where he was, "Open your eyes asshole and see how a real man fucks, watch her orgasm with a real man you small dick asshole."

I continued to verbally assault them both as I fucked her harder than I have ever fucked anyone. I was in control and they both knew it. Despite her predicament she started to cum, her pussy clenched and flexed on my shaft as she came, she started to scream in pleasure and she sprayed her ejaculation on Roy as she soaked my balls and the bed.

She had squirted a few times before during intense sex but nothing like this. Finally I was close to cumming, "Get ready bitch, it's my turn to cum. Keep watching asshole as I fill her full of my seed."

I came so hard, rope after rope of cum pumped into her, months of pent up sperm erupted from my shaft and she cried out in pleasure despite her best effort to not enjoy it. "Oh God yesssssssssss, that feels so good, cum for me baby, fill me up, so hot and so much I love it," she blurted out much to Roy's disbelief. I finally stopped cumming and she collapsed onto Roy, the two of us drenched in sweat.

"That's how to fuck asshole, she's almost all yours," I said.

"Almost? What do you mean almost?" he asked. And now it was his turn to be punished.

"Clean your bitch up," I said.

"What," he replied.

"You heard me, clean your bitch up. Suck my cum out of her. NOW!"

He laid there motionless and in disbelief. I grabbed his ankles and pulled them both down towards the end of the bed. I then lifted her up and nudged her forward until she was straddling his face. I watched as the first of my cum dropped out of her used cunt and onto his lips. 

"Start sucking bitch," I said to him as I grabbed his hair and pulled him into her crotch. He was left with no option but to comply. He started out timidly and slowly at first but really seemed to enjoy himself as she started rocking her hips back and forth on his face.

"That's it lover boy, clean her up good," I said and noticed his cock twitch. He was definitely enjoying this, perhaps a little too much. For her part my wife was really enjoying this as she started to ride his face hard, before long she shuddered with a nice little orgasm and let Roy up for air.

His face was nice and slick with a combination of my cum and her juices. He started to stroke his now rigid cock and I thought of yet another way to humble this man. "You like that asshole, you like the taste of my cum? Now get over here and clean me bitch."

My wife looked on in disbelief as without any resistance Roy crawled over and took my cock in his mouth. "That's it asshole, suck that cock. Get it good and clean, your bitch might want another shot at this before I go," I said. I grabbed his head and pulled him hard onto my cock until I felt his throat clench as he gagged on it.

I started pumping his mouth, driving my cock a little deeper with each thrust, I pushed until I felt him start to gag then let him relax before driving it in again. Before too long I was balls deep in my wife's lover.

"You like that bitch, you like watching your boyfriend suck my cock. Look at him, he has it all the way down his throat like you never could."

"Stop it, stop it, I think you made your point. Just leave," she yelled.

"I'll leave when I'm ready to leave bitch, I'm done when I say I'm done," I replied. I fucked his mouth until I could feel my balls tighten up "Get ready asshole, straight from the tap, just like you want it, you know that you want this, you need this. Watch your boyfriend suck my load bitch," I said as I exploded in his mouth.

For his part Roy did a pretty good job keeping up with my large deposit, even if most of it was right down his throat. My wife couldn't believe what just happened. I snapped her back to reality when I told her to pack her shit and get the fuck out. NOW!

While they both scrambled to get dressed I realized that I could extend my dominance as long as I wanted. "Stop. We need to talk this through," I said.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she finally said. Too little too late.

She and Roy now rent from me, they were married a few months ago.

As for me I travel in the RV full-time, I still oversee construction of buildings for the church from time to time. I even get a call from Roy and his new wife once in a while. As it turns out they both miss my cock and the wild night we had. I continue to turn them down, bad memories but great sex. 

I'm enjoying my life now and refuse to allow the past to weigh me down.



Caught



 All characters above 18, of course. Hope you enjoy, and please leave comments! It makes me better :)

*****

In the basement furnace room of Anna's new house, there was a hollow metal pole, about an inch and a half in diameter and an inch tall, embedded in the concrete. She wasn't sure what it was originally for, but she had discovered that if she stuck the base of her vibrator into the pole, she could kneel and lower herself onto it, and it penetrated her deeply while staying in place. In the past couple of weeks since moving in, she had gone down several times, and fucked herself silly on her vibrator, always coming to orgasm. The heat of the furnace on her bare skin always aroused her.

Anna had just bought a new dildo-one of the largest she had ever seen, and certainly larger than anything that had been inside her before. It was sculpted to feel like a real cock, with a bulbous head and rigid veins. She was an average height, but her hips were slender and her passage was small. The thought of the massive object penetrating her turned her on immensely. On her first night off from her waitressing job, she stripped, grabbed the new toy and a bottle of lube, and went down to the furnace room.

She shoved the handle of the dildo into the pole, making sure it was firmly positioned, and, on impulse, leaned forward to taste it. The wide opening barely fit into her mouth. She moved her head down, and it hit the back of her throat, inducing a gag reflex that caused a twinge in her stomach. She sucked, enjoying the taste of the rubber, and moved up and down, the dildo hitting the back of her throat each time.

The man watching her from behind the door to the furnace room had a perfect view of her perky round ass, slender, porcelain legs, and the pink skin between them, as she knelt on her hands and knees and bobbed her head up and down. Her dark brown hair fell around her face.

Anna leaned back and, even though it was already slippery with her saliva, coated the toy with lube. Then she knelt above it. Reaching one hand between her legs, she rubbed her clit, although she was already wet just from taking the dildo into her mouth and imagining it entering her. With her other hand, Anna massaged her breasts, pinching the nipples slightly and gasping as they stiffened into peaks.

The man behind her moved a hand towards his zipper as he watched her masturbate, her eyes closed in bliss, but decided against touching himself, wanting the first sensation he felt to be her mouth closing around his cock. Quickly and soundlessly, he moved forward, the handcuffs in his hand hanging open. Anna moaned as she fondled herself, not hearing or seeing the man until, in one motion, he snapped the cuffs around her wrists and tackled her from behind. Anna screamed in shock, but while her mouth was open he quickly inserted a ring gag and snapped the strap behind her head, lifting her upright and holding her against him with one arm around her neck, he threw a rope over one of the metal pipes in the ceiling, secured it, and tied it off to the handcuffs, suspending her arms above her head. She was struggling, but he was much stronger than her. He could tell she was slightly panicked. He slipped a blindfold over her eyes, and clipped her ankles into cuffs on a spreader that was several feet long, forcing her knees apart as well. As she felt his hands on her-not gentle, but not violent or unnecessarily rough-she quieted and stopped struggling, though her breathing was still heavy.

The man stepped back to admire his handiwork. The gorgeous woman was strung out before him, her auburn hair falling down her back, her red lips stretched around the gag, and her smooth neck exposed. Her bare breasts, not huge, but large in proportion to her slim frame, were tipped with flushed, pink areolae. Her nipples were hard. Her toned stomach and legs framed a glistening slit, and her alabaster skin shone against the concrete basement floor, looking even paler in comparison to the shiny black dildo that still lay poised right below her, seeming massive between her narrow hips.

Anna had never been bound before, and she was shocked by how aroused she was, and how the feeling of powerlessness in front of this strange man who had broken into her house made her unbelievably wet. He hadn't been violent with her at all, and she found herself anticipating what he would do next with excitement as well as fear. The darkness and anticipation heightened her senses. She was conscious of the abrasive cement on her knees, and of the sound of a zipper and falling cloth as the man took off his pants. She took a deep breath.

He could see her shiver as he removed his pants and stepped towards her. He didn't like ring gags as much as the feel of warm lips around his cock, but he couldn't risk her biting his dick off. Besides, the woman's red lips looked unbelievably sexy stretched around the gag. He stepped forward and inserted the head of his rigid cock past the barrier of the gag. She jerked back as she felt his cock on her tongue, but he fisted one hand in her hair, gripping her head with the other and holding it in place as he sunk his cock into the wet warmth of her mouth. He pushed forward until he hit the back of her throat, feeling her gag slightly, and then pulled back out. The involuntary twitches of her soft tongue caressed him as he slid past. He took his time for a while, moving slowly in and out, all the while keeping a firm grip on the back of her head, moving his hips while holding her mouth in place. His cock was swollen and aching, and finally he began speeding up his thrusts. He pushed himself all the way in until his balls hit her chin. She gagged and her throat muscles squeezed him, almost making him come right then.

Pulling out, he thrust in again hard, and her throat shuddered again. Then he began moving at a furious pace, no longer thrusting, but slamming her head down onto his cock, enjoying the feeling of her throat muscles convulsing around him as he choked her with his cock. He shuddered as he felt his balls tighten, burying himself in her mouth, her throat squeezing him deliciously as he came, swearing loudly. Softening, he pulled out, cum dripping from the ring gag onto the woman's pale chin. He removed the ring gag, and, as she was catching her breath, inserted a ball gag in its place, trapping the rest of his salty seed in her mouth.

He stood back, examining her. He still wanted to take her ass, but she had drained him dry, and he needed time to get hard again. That won't be an issue, he thought, smirking as he reminded himself they had all the time in the world. Boredom wouldn't be an issue either.

"I want you to fuck yourself on that giant dildo until you come." Anna's eyes flicked up to meet his, shock reflected in her wide blue irises. He smiled salaciously down at her. She shook her head, unable to shame herself in that way in front of a complete stranger, and one who had broken into her house! When he saw her hesitation, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, feeling her jerk away at the warmth of his breath.

"If you don't do it, then I'm gonna fuck your tight little ass until I come, and you're going to enjoy that a lot less." Anna trembled, terrified at the idea of the man's sizeable cock in her tight, virgin hole, but she could feel herself growing wet at the idea of it. She had never tried anal before, but thinking about it aroused her, though she never thought she would have the courage to try it. Feeling she had no choice, but also now wanting to get off, she lowered herself slightly, feeling the lubed rubber head resting against her lips. She now thought she might have overestimated the size that her tight cunt could accommodate, and paused, nervous, before hearing the man's voice once again in her ear.

"I'm waiting, pet. You wouldn't have bought this massive rubber cock if you didn't intend to use it. I want to see the whole thing disappear inside your slutty little cunt. Now."

Anna whimpered but lowered herself again. She moaned as the head pushed the limits of her narrow entrance, finally entering with an almost audible pop. She could feel every vein and contour of the dildo as she lowered herself further and the enormous girth stretched her. She finally thought she could go no further. The head was so massive that it stretched her walls almost painfully as it forged a path for the rod behind it. She gasped as it filled her completely, stretching her more than she had ever been stretched before, pressing against her walls. Her pussy throbbed in response to the invasion.

"All the way down, pet." She shook her head, not thinking she was able to. Then she felt the man's tongue on her left nipple, stroking it to a hard, sensitive point. Her head rolled back in pleasure, and the painful stretching began to feel good, arousing. Suddenly he flicked her nipple with his nail, and quickly clamped it. She gasped in pain, but the intense heat in her areola was like a lightning bolt to her cunt, and she felt her juices dripping down the massive object inside her. His mouth moved to her right nipple, and he poked and lashed at it with his tongue until it came erect. Then he flicked it and clamped it too, sending heat through her breast. She could feel the clamps attached by a small chain. The whole time, her pussy was still stretched by the massive rubber dildo that filled her cunt. Suddenly she yelped as the chain was clipped to something on the floor, stretching her nipples down painfully. She immediately lowered her body, trying to ease the pain, but was then stretched unbearable by the head of the massive cock. She almost screamed at the sensory overload, her nipples throbbing, stretched and stinging, and her pussy overfilled painfully. She rose back up instinctively, but screamed as her nipples were stretched. Unable to bear the pain, she lowered her body again, only to groan at the pain in her cunt.

She went back and forth, not able to decide which was worse, and before she realized it she was fucking herself on the massive cock, her nipples stretched painfully each time she tried to spare her aching pussy. Despite the pain, she couldn't deny the heat between her legs. Her clit throbbed each time the dildo speared her pussy, and at every stretch of her nipples. She let out an almost continuous moan as her body was abused by her own movement, unable to find comfort, constantly in pain and constantly stimulated.

The man was growing hard again as he watched her torment. The sight of the massive dildo disappearing into her tight pink pussy between her swollen lips was unbelievably arousing, and her nipples were flushed red. Her arms were still forced above her head, and she arched her back as she tried to cope with the new sensations, pushing her pert breasts forward. Anna was quickly fucking herself towards an orgasm, even as she panted in pain and arousal. The man only watched, stroking himself lightly, waiting for her to finish.

Anna's thighs quivered as she thrust up and down, still trying to avoid the painful tugging and stretching, but unable to. Her cunt throbbed and her clit ached for attention, but she could feel herself climbing. She moved even faster, gasping and now truly fucking herself hard, finally screaming as she thrust down, stretching her cunt, her body quivering as she gushed over the dildo. Blood rushed back to her nipples as the man removed the clamps, and she screamed, her pussy spasming, her orgasm prolonged by the jolt of painful pleasure.

The man's cock was now aching again, and he retrieved the bottle of lube he had brought, spreading it liberally over his cock and fingers before kneeling next to the exhausted girl and spreading more around her asshole.

Anna became alert again immediately, her ass clenching as she jerked away. He quickly untied the handcuffs from the rope and shoved her between the shoulder blades roughly with one hand so that her ass lifted up in the air and her forearms rested on the ground.

"Relax, pet. It will only be more painful for you if you resist."

Anna quivered in fear, but she couldn't deny that she was aroused, and she knew he was right. Trying to relax, she let him rub his lubed fingers along the crack between her two tight, perky globes. He dripped more lube on top of her bud before he pressed gently inwards with one finger. Immediately Anna shrunk away again, but he grabbed one of her nipples and pinched hard until she relented. Anna breathed deeply through her nose, trying to relax.

He pushed again, getting one finger inside, getting more excited as he imagined her tight muscle squeezing his cock. He pushed another finger in and heard her make a soft sound through the gag. He applied more lube and slowly pushed his fingers further in, beginning a slow thrusting motion. With the amount of lube he put on, they slid easily, but his cock was much bigger. She was cooing softly now through the gag, and he could smell her getting wet again.

Finally he stopped, applied more lube to his cock, and pressed the head against her asshole. Anna did her best to relax as he pressed in, stretching her entrance. He pushed and she winced at the slight pain, but finally he popped inside and she groaned at the delicious, foreign feeling. He eased in a little more, eliciting another groan. He inched in slowly, bit by bit, until he was fully buried inside of her and she could feel him in her abdomen. He almost came at the sight of his sizable cock disappearing between her round cheeks. Pulling out slowly, he applied more lube, and then thrust back in more firmly. Anna moaned in pleasure. She couldn't believe she was enjoying this. He pulled out and thrust in again, getting into a rhythm of slow and deliberate thrusting. Anna was stretched and filled all at once, overwhelmed by the sensation and by her exhaustion from her previous incredible orgasm. Even so, she could feel herself building again.

The man paused in his thrusts to remove the black dildo from its mount and shove it into Anna's pussy, making her yelp. He groaned himself as he felt the twin invader press against his cock through her pussy walls. He thrust the dildo in and out a few times before resuming his own thrusts. He soon sped up, actually fucking her ass now, driving her into the floor with each long stroke. He reached around and rubbed her clit, enjoying her moans and the way she spasmed around him whenever he did.

She was building quickly now as his rough fingers stroked circles on her swollen clit. She was pressing back against him as he fucked her, enjoying it as much as he was. He reached into her pussy, pushing the dildo farther in, and spread moisture around her clit, making his fingers squelch as he rubbed her most sensitive spot.

He kept thrusting faster and deeper, and she felt his balls slap her pussy, driving her over the edge as he rubbed her clit furiously, thrusting wildly as he came inside her ass. Her pussy flooded, dripping around the dildo as he pulled out with a pop.

It was several minutes before she came to her senses. He had uncuffed her hands and left her there, on her own basement floor, more satisfied than she had been in years.



Caught



This story is fictional and does not depict real life.

*****

My name is Kira and I am 18. I am 5'2, with a big ass that men stare at all day long, including my teachers. I developed early so my tits are 36 Cs. I'm slim and oh did I mention? 

I love sex. I love reading about sex, I love watching it online and I love to touch my little pussy until it cums. I'm going to tell you a story about my first time actually having sex. OK here it goes. 

When I had just turned sixteen, my parents got divorced. This was for the best as my mom was a major bitch and my dad a huge jerk.

My dad likes to try to buy my love rather than spend time with me so when we moved into a gated community, I insisted on a house with a pool. 

Then, I made my dad give me his credit card and I went out and bought the skimpiest bikinis I could find. 

Not only did I love sex, I loved being watched. 

One day, just after my 18th birthday, in the heat of the Florida summer, I decided to take a swim.

Now, let me tell you about my neighbors. Most are old and stuffy. My neighbor to the right is a man, about 35, with a boring wife and a bunch of kids. 

Our fence is low and you can see into each other's backyards. One day, I caught him watching me as I swam. 

Since then, we had both teased each other. He would make it a point to work out when I was outside and I would make it a point to sunbath or swim when he was outside. 

It never went farther than that. One day, I decided to take a swim. I had been watching porn in my room. Older guys and young girls like me. It really turned me on and after I got done having a mind blowing orgasm, I went for a swim.

My neighbor, Mr. Rob Richardson, was outside all ready. He was lifting weights and I practically drooled as his muscles flexed. I swam for a moment and then got out, feeling his eyes on me the whole time. 

I made a show of setting up my towel and bending over so my great big round ass was on display for him. I glanced back over my shoulder and saw him watching. 

I reached back, still bent over, and adjusted my bikini bottom, giving him a full view of my shaved virginal pussy. I heard him drop his weight and curse loudly. I laid down on the chair and untied my top. Keeping it covering my big tits, but let the straps fall free. Now, I was watching Mr. Richardson. 

He was watching me. I slipped on my sunglasses so I could keep watching him. He was sitting up and had his phone in his hand. I watched as he took pictures of me from across the yard. 

He wanted a show did he? I suddenly stood up and stretched. As I did, my top feel down and my gorgeous tits were exposed for all to see. I went inside. I ran up to my room, which had a view of Mr. Richardson s backyard. 

I saw as he stared down at his phone, looking at the pictures he had just taken of me. I watched as he took his long thick dick out if his shorts and began to stroke himself to my pictures! I could not believe it! He was masturbating to my pictures. 

It made my little pussy ache and I wanted to taste his dick. Mr. Richardson let his hand go up and down, occasionally gripping his balls. My pussy was so wet, I had to touch it. I opened the window and listened carefully. I could hear Mr. Richardson moaning! 

Was he thinking about putting his thick cock inside me? My virgin pussy wanted it. It wanted his cock deep inside. I began to rub my pussy and as Mr. Richardson climaxed, so did I. I screamed out my orgasm and Mr. Richardson looked up at me in alarm.

His face was shocked. He was caught, dick in hand, masturbating over a teenage just barely legal girl. He quickly shoved his cock in his pants and fled inside. 

That night, Mr. Richardson left his bedroom blinds open and I watched as he fucked his wife. He licked her pussy and I wondered what it would feel like if he licked my pussy. He glanced over towards my room and winked at me as he kissed his wife.

His eyes were on me. Was he picturing me under him instead of his wife? His wife said something that I couldn't understand and Mr. Richardson nodded. He began to stroke deep and hard and came. 

His wife rolled over and went to sleep. Mr. Richardson knew I was watching. He motioned for me to go downstairs. I nodded and rushed downstairs. 

I crept out the back door and met Mr. Richardson by the fence. 

"I saw you taking pictures of my naked tits." I said. He grimaced at my words.

"They are the best set of tits I've ever seen." He said. He suddenly reached out and ripped down my shirt, causing it to tear. 

He ripped it off of me and I stood, unashamed, with the tits free to the world.

"Did you take a picture of my pussy too?" I asked him.

"I wanted to, but you were too quick." I nodded and slipped off my panties. 

"Take a picture." I said. He took my hand and whispered, "Come inside." 

I followed him into his house and into a back room. Once inside, we went through another door that had a lock on it. 

I was naked, walking through my neighbor's house. My tits hardened in desire and from the ice cold AC. We went into the room and he locked the door behind him.

"Don't be afraid." He said.

"I'm not." I replied, laying down on the couch and opening my legs wide.

Mr. Richardson fell to his knees. His mouth watered as he stared at my pink little pussy. He grabbed his phone from a nearby table and started taking pictures. He had me get on my knees so my poufy little pussy stuck out.

He wanted to touch me, I could tell by the bulge in his shorts. He had me lay on my back and spread my legs.

"Finger yourself." He said, his voice almost strained. I did, thinking about him jerking off earlier. 

"Oh, you're a good little slut, aren't you?" he said. I moaned as a response. 

"I saw you fucking your ugly wife." I said boldly, my fingers sloshing in and out of my sopping pussy.

Mr. Richardson stopped taking pictures and put his phone aside. He stopped my hands from working my little pussy.

"I was thinking of fucking you." He said. He picked me up in his arms and took me to the bed in the back of the room. He laid me down and tied my hands to the bedposts. 

"I'm going to fuck you." He said.

"You don't care that I'm only 18?" 

He took off his pants and began to stroke his cock.

"The fact that you're only 18 makes me harder than I have ever been before. I am going to fuck you so hard. Are you a virgin?" I nodded, scared and excited all at the same time. His cock was so huge, I was sure it would split me! 

He got on the bed and knelt in front of my pussy. He breathed n the sweet scent until he reached out his tongue and began to lap at my sweet tight little hole.

"I feel my orgasm coming!" I shouted. He kept licking my pussy, tasting my sweet nectar as. I sprayed him with my orgasm. He got up and made me kiss him, forcing his tongue deep in my mouth. I tasted my own juices and it excited me all over again.

"You are a virgin?" he asked again.

"Yes. I'm an innocent little virgin." He smiled and kissed me again.

"It is going to hurt at first, but then it will feel good." He said no more words and ran his thick dick along my slit, getting it nice and wet. Suddenly, he slammed into me and I screamed out in pain. 

"No more!" I cried out. 

He ignored me. He began to pant with pleasure as he rocked in and out of my tight virginal pussy. He had broken my virginal barrier and now I felt his long dick deep inside me. I was moaning in pleasure.

"Yeah, cum, cum all over my dick you nasty little bitch." He pulled my hair with one hand and I came instantly. 

He wasn't through with me yet. He withdrew himself from me and stuck his cock in my mouth.

"Suck it." He commanded. I eagerly lapped up my cum from his cock.

"Oh, your clumsy dick sucking turns me on so much! You truly are a virgin!" 

After I sucked his cock for a moment, he pulled out of my mouth and started licking my pussy again. I knew I was going to cum again. I did and Mr. Richardson lapped it up like a thirsty dog. 

"Oh, Mr. Richardson!!"

"You're a dirty slut!" He said, slamming his cock into me again. 

He grabbed up his phone and snapped some pictures of me tied up and under him. When he had taken his fill, he threw it back onto the table.

"I'm going to cum inside you because you're a dirty whore. Do you understand me? You're a dirty whore and you're only MY dirty whore!"

"Yes, if you're dirty whore. Cum, cum for me!" I bucked my hips and Mr. Richardson came deep inside me. 

When he was done, he kissed me softly, as if he loved me. I smiled and felt a keen loss when he slid from me. He kissed and suckled my tits and then licked my nub again until I came again. When at last we were both spent, he untied me. He threw his shirt at me and led me outside.

"Same time tomorrow, baby." He said, kissing me passionately.

I moaned and he reached under the shirt and fingered my pussy. I was so wet and sensitive from our sexual activity. He kissed me again and then turned and left. From that day on, I was his dirty little whore.

Well that my story how I lost my virginity to my neighbor. Hope you enjoyed it!



Caught



Ray sat at his desk and stared at the clock hanging on the wall in front of him. "Two thirty! I've had it. I can't take anymore today." He said to himself. Ray was a computer programmer in a large office and he had been working too many long hours lately. He could feel the burnout eating away at his spirit and knew he needed to take some time off in the worst way but there always seemed to be one more modification that one of his users needed "right away". He looked down at the stack of "Request for Enhancement" forms that were on his desk and groaned.

Just then Paul, Ray's supervisor, came into his office. "Ray" he said smiling "I want you to take the rest of the day off. You have been putting in to much overtime and neglecting that pretty wife of yours."

Ray knew Paul was right. He had been neglecting his wife lately and he desperately wanted to go home but there was so many requests needing his attention. Cindy, Ray's wife of five years, had been a real trooper never getting bitchy or complaining about his long hours but Ray knew she wanted him home. Or at least she had until recently. Now Ray wasn't so sure. The last couple of weeks she had seemed distant and their lovemaking had become almost non-existent. Ray really wanted to go home but he looked down at the pile of requests and said. "Paul, I can't. I've got to much to do."

"Nonsense, that is what God made tomorrows for. Now go home. That's an order son!" Paul smiled and patted Ray on the back. "Go on son, you deserve some time."

"Thanks Paul. I really appreciate this. I know Cindy will too." Ray said and began shutting his computer down.

Paul walked out of the office while Ray waited on his computer to turn off and then he turned off his office light and walked through the companies lobby and out to the elevator. Riding down the elevator Ray felt a weight lifting from him and by the time he reached the parking garage he was smiling and humming a soft tune. He walked through the garage to his car and quickly sped out to the street.

It was early enough in the afternoon that traffic was light and Ray made excellent time driving home. Within thirty minutes he had pulled into the driveway of his small suburban house.

"I'll surprise Cindy. We'll go get an early supper and maybe catch a movie or something." He thought to himself as he reached the front door. It was unlocked and he opened it quietly and slipped into the entranceway.

Their house was small but comfortable and Ray liked the way its floor plan flowed. The entranceway opened to the living room which had a wide-open connection to the dining room / kitchen area. The bedrooms and bathroom was isolated back off of a hallway with the master bedroom way in the back.

Ray slipped into the living room, taking care to walk quietly in hopes of coming up behind Cindy and surprising her. However like the best laid plans, she was not in the living room. She wasn't in the combined dining room / kitchen area either. Ray stopped and thought for a moment. "No the door was unlocked so she must be home. She must be back in the bedroom, probably doing laundry." He thought.

Ray pulled his shoes off to make his walking quieter and then padded softly back to the hallway that led past the spare bedroom, community bathroom and finally to the master bedroom. At the start of the hallway he paused and looked to see if his wife was in the spare bedroom. Nope. So he walked as quietly as he could down the hallway. After only a couple of steps he could hear someone's voice coming from their bedroom, but the voice sounded male. "She must be listening to the radio." He thought. He eased his way farther down the hallway. The bedroom door was open about three inches or so and as he got closer he could hear the voices more clearly. What Ray heard confused him and stopped him in his tracks.

"Do you like fucking me in my husbands bed?" It was his wife's voice

"I love it. I would love fucking you anywhere in the world" a deep man's voice responded.

"Let's take a quick shower first and let me suck that pretty cock of yours." Cindy said and Ray could hear the bed creak with motion.

"Um I love the way you think bitch." The man's voice said and then the bed creaked again.

He leaned forward but the direction the door opened prevented him from seeing into the room so he waited until he heard the shower turn on and then in a horrified daze Ray pushed the door gently open and slipped into his bedroom. He stood so that the door hid him but he could now lean out and see around the door. His position let him see the entire bedroom complete with the now rumpled and wet sheets on his bed.

He could also see into the master bath and for the first time he saw his wife standing naked holding another man. The man was nude as well and as Ray watched Cindy raised up on tip toes and the man bent down and they kissed. It was not merely a peck on the cheek but a deeply passionate kiss that lasted for almost a full minute. Finally Cindy pulled away and laughed. The man grabbed her cute bouncing ass as she stepped into the shower and then followed her in.

Ray didn't know what to do. He felt anger, betrayal and hurt but there was also another feeling in him. He was also incredibly turned on by what he had just seen. He wanted to see what they were doing in the shower, wanted to watch his pretty wife suck this man's cock. He wanted to see the man fuck his wife, plowing her pussy hard and fast and finally filling her cunt with his sperm. So many feelings were swirling around him that he stood motionless for several minutes while the sounds of his wife and her lover's sex play filled his ears. Finally he made a decision. Moving quickly he slipped into the bedroom and then into the large walk in closet that held their wardrobe. There he got their video camera down off the shelf and checked it. Luckily he was one of those anal retentive types that always made sure he charged the batteries before putting the camera away and it was still fully charged. He slipped a new 4mm cassette into the camera and went back into the bedroom making sure he could still hear the shower going. He put the video camera on the dresser pointing toward the bedroom and made sure that it would record everything that happened in the room and then started it recording. He moved a few of the knickknacks that were on the dresser around to make the camera less obvious and then slipped out of the room closing the hall door most of the way behind him.

Ray crept out of his house and went back to his car and drove off without any idea of where he was going. All of the emotions he was feeling flew around in his head and disturbed his thoughts. What was he going to do? Had he lost his wife to her new lover or did she still love him? Ray couldn't stop thinking about the sight of his wife kissing her lover. How erotic it was, yet sickening at the same time. He was confused and frightened and angry but still.

When Ray had finally cleared his thoughts he made a decision on what his next action would be. He turned his car and drove back home. It was late already and he got out and walked up to his door. Cindy greeted him at the door with her usual cold peck and then asked him what he wanted for dinner. Ray didn't say anything, he just turned and walked toward the bedroom. There he picked up the camera and stopped the recording. He rewound the tape and then pushed play for a few minutes to make sure that it had recorded what he knew must have happened. Sure enough it had, so he took the camera and the tape back to the living room.

Cindy had not followed him to the bedroom but she noticed camera when he came out. "Are you going to tape something dear?" she asked.

"I already did." Ray said and saw Cindy's face go white. "Sit down and we will watch."

Cindy sat on the couch and didn't say a word as Ray loaded the tape into the VCR converter cassette and then put that into the VCR. Ray walked over and sat by Cindy. Her face was ash gray but she tried to act as though she didn't think anything was wrong. Inside she was praying that she was wrong but she knew she had been caught.

"What would Ray do?" she wondered to herself. Certainly he would want a divorce. "Would he expose her to her family and friends?" she shuddered at the thought and then was distracted as Ray started the tape.

It started out with the bedroom empty but the shower clearly going and loud moans and grunts coming from the bathroom. Before long her lover, a man she had met two months ago named Kevin, stepped from the shower his semi-placid cock swinging obscenely as he walked toward the bed. In the television Cindy followed the man to the bed. She too was naked, her large breasts bouncing with each step. Kevin stopped at the edge of the bed and she climbed into the middle spreading her legs and running her right hand down her belly toward her bush.

"Come suck my pussy lover." She said on the tape and to Cindy, sitting on the couch, she sounded very crude now that the passion was gone.

"Mmm bitch! You read my mind." Kevin said as he climbed on the bed and between Cindy's spread legs. He kissed her on the mouth gently, his tongue clearly pushing into her mouth. Slowly he kissed across her cheek and then down to her neck. Steadily his mouth moved until he was tracing his tongue around one nipple and then the other, cupping each breast in turn.

Cindy could not stand it anymore she turned to her husband with tears streaming down her face and cried "Oh Ray I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to cheat on you. Oh please don't leave me. I'll do anything you say!" she flung herself forward onto Ray's lap and openly weeped. "Oh God Ray, Please say you still love me. Please say you won't leave me. Kevin means nothing to me. I don't love him. I love you. I was just so lonely! I needed."

Ray grabbed Cindy's hair and roughly pulled her to a sitting position. "What did you need?" he sneered in the best mad voice he could fake. "Did you need cock? Are you a little slut that just couldn't live without being fucked?"

Cindy was shocked and frightened by her husband's tone. "Ray?" she said softly.

"Answer me bitch." Ray growled.

On the television screen Kevin had finally reached Cindy's pussy and was lapping and slurping noisy while she moaned with pleasure.

"Did you need to have your pussy sucked whore!" Ray spat out pulling Cindy's face around so that she had to look at the television playing its obscene drama.

"Oh Ray, don't treat me this way please!" Cindy implored but Ray was unmerciful.

"Look at it. You are a slut aren't you? A little slut whore who needs cock! A whorish little tramp who can't get enough. Aren't you? Answer me." Ray said forcing Cindy to keep watching as Kevin now mounted her and began to fuck her on the screen.

"No! Ray no no no" She said.

"Yes you are bitch! Now suck my cock and mean it!"

Cindy was shocked at Ray's demand but when she looked down at his crotch she realized that his cock was harder than it had been in weeks. She reached over and undid his belt and then the button on his slacks. As she did this she could feel his hard cock pressing upward against the fabric. She slowly slid the zipper down and opened the front of Ray's pants. Reaching in she pulled his briefs down exposing his raging hard on. She sat there staring at it trying to comprehend the implications of what was going on and then Ray forced her head down and she began to lick his cock.

On the television she was about to cum and she was screaming for Kevin to fuck her harder and faster. Kevin was grunting and groaning and all the sounds were making Cindy hot! She sucked Ray's cock into her mouth taking as much as she could and then pulling back off and going back down.

Ray was beginning to groan and grunt as Cindy brought him closer to orgasm. He watched a man he didn't know fucking his wife on the tape and felt her mouth working on his cock. Now he knew. Knew his wife was a slut. Knew she would do whatever he ordered her to do. He was going to enjoy their new relationship.

With that thought Ray began to cum. His cum filled Cindy's mouth and then he pulled her off of his cock and shot another stream of jism onto her face.

"Oh my little slut." He said. "I'm going to like being married to you and from now on I am not staying late at work. Oh no I'll be looking forward to coming home and watching my slut do all the slutty things I can think up."

Cindy sat on the couch watching Kevin pull his cock from her cunt on the television and thought to herself "Mmm I think maybe I will like being your little slut too." She smiled and used two fingers to scoop some of Ray's cum from her face and put it into her mouth. "Yes." She thought. "I'm going to like our new arrangement."



Caught



It was so damn slow at work that day!! And there she was stuck on help desk, preventing her from leaving.

She had been on her favorite web site, reading erotic stories for the past hour. She knew she wasn't supposed to be reading them at work, but she had to do something to pass the time!!

The problem was, she was horny as hell now. God, she had to get some relief!!

"Can you grab the phone while I go to the bathroom?" she asked her cube mate. "Sure." said the girl that sat across from her.

Cindy hurried into the bathroom and shut the stall door. She was going to have to masturbate to get some relief.

She lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties and sat down on the toilet. She ran her hand down to her pussy. Her lips were already swollen and her clit was standing at full attention. She slipped two fingers inside her steaming pussy. "Oh God," she moaned.

She started pushing her fingers in & out of her pussy, moaning loudly. God, it wasn't going to take long as horny as she was.

Suddenly, she heard someone clearing their throat. Damn, she had been in such a hurry to get some relief that she had forgot to lock the outer door on the unisex bathroom.

She sat perfectly still, hoping the man would leave. But just then, the stall door was pushed open.

It was Jesse. He worked two cubes down from her. She had always been attracted to him, but she knew she didn't have a chance with him. He was young & gorgeous. And he thought of her as an old married woman.

He smiled wickedly at the sight of her sitting on the toilet, legs spread open, her fingers in her cunt. "Damn," he said, his cock hardening in his pants.

"I, ummmmm," she stammered, blushing from head to toe.

"Need any help?" he asked, rubbing the front of his trousers.

Was he serious, wondered Cindy. Did she dare? Oh God, a cock would feel so damn good right now!

"Hell yes," she said, reaching up and unzipping his pants. She reached in and pulled out his cock.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned at the sight of his long hard cock. She extended her tongue out and licked the head, swirling her tongue over & under it. He groaned loudly.

She sucked his swollen member into her mouth, bobbing up & down on it. God he tasted good.

She started out slow and then increased the speed. Up & down. Faster & faster. Then she moved her mouth down sucking his entire cock into her mouth until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. She reached down and gently squeezed his balls. "Jesus," he groaned.

"Stop," he said. He reached down and removed her mouth from his cock. Cindy groaned in disappointment. She was just getting into the rhythm of things.

"I've got to fuck you Baby," he said huskily. He stood her up and turned her around facing the wall. He spread her legs apart with his knee. 

Jesse reached down and ran his fingers across her cunt lips, moaning at the wetness he found there. He stepped up behind her and lined his cock up with her pussy lips.

"You want this Baby?" he asked her. "You want me to fuck you?" he asked, sliding his cock up & down her pussy lips.

"Oh God, yesssssssssssssssss, fuck me," she groaned loudly. 

He slammed his cock into her hot pussy in one hard push. "Arruuugghghhghg, " she moaned.

Jesse started fucking her hard & fast, just the way Cindy liked it. "Oh Jesus," she moaned, this was just what she needed.

She arched her back, grinding her ass back at him. He grabbed her hips and started slamming into her faster & faster. "Oh God, cuuuummmmiinnnnnngggg," moaned Cindy. 

Jesse felt his cock flooded with cum. "Oh fuck," he groaned. He slammed his cock into her pussy one last time, grunting loudly. Cindy moaned as she felt him spurting inside of her. She squeezed her pussy muscles tightly around his cock, milking him.

"Arruugghghhh," he moaned. 

Suddenly they heard the outer door opening again. "Oh shit," said Jesse, pulling out of her. They both hurriedly dressed, hoping the person would leave.

They stood quietly for a few minutes before opening the stall door. No one was there. They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Hell of a bathroom break," said Jesse. "Oh shit, help desk," exclaimed Cindy, running out of the bathroom.



Caught



You arrive home from work tired from your long day. All you can think about is a hot shower and a cold pint. Your curious as you enter the house. Having seen the strange car with out of state plates in the drive. You shrug it off and head to have your shower. As you near our bedroom you hear the giggles and soft feminine moans. The door is ajar slightly so you quietly step to see what is going on. On the king size bed you see us. Our lips are locked in a deep passionate kiss. Her long hair draped across my breasts. Her hands entwined in my hair. She pulls back my head as her lips move down over my neck. Her pink tongue swirling, causing the moans that had drawn you. You feel your cock begin to swell at the sight of us. You move your hand down to rub your swelling shaft. You're frozen to the spot unable to do anything but watch. 

You see her rise slowly from the bed. She pulls me to a standing position and moves behind me to unzip my dress. You watch as the dress falls slowly to the floor. That body you helped to create now in full view. You watch as she slips her hands up over my flat stomach to my breasts. She flicks the front closure of the bra, drawing it back slowly over my shoulders. My full pink tipped up thrust breasts now in your full view. You suck in your breath to cover a whimper as she rolls my pink nipples in her fingers. You bite at your lips as they become long and hard as stone. She whimpers as she steps in front of me. She dips her head and pulls one of my hard nipples into her mouth. She slips her hand down over my firm heart shaped ass, her fingertips sliding up and down the crack. I moan and arch my breasts into her mouth as she sucks and nips at the hard nipples.

Unable to hold back your passion at this sight you let out a whimper. We both turn to the door wide smiles on our faces. Knowing you would be home just as we planned. She walks slowly over to you, taking your hand and drawing you to stand beside me. She stands on her tiptoes to kiss your cheek. "Failte," she says, her voice a soft thick Gaelic brogue. "I am Erin."

You look to me, your eyes wide as if you can't remember how to use words. 

"Blair," I whisper reminding you of your name with a giggle. 

You smile and lick your lips. "Hello Erin, I am Blair. It is a pleasure to meet you."

She giggles at your cracking voice. "Aye, Blair, I am very pleased to meet ye." She moves back letting her hands slide down your chest and over your hard cock. She looks to me and we begin to giggle uncontrollably. 

I lean over to kiss you gently. "Welcome home my Love. I see that you have enjoyed your surprise." You smile back and reach to caress my bare breasts.

"Yes, My Love, very much."

"It seems you have some swelling there between your legs," I say, trailing my hands down to join Erin's on your cock. 

You nod. "Yes, Love, I do," you say.

"Well we planned this so you might be pleased after a long day of work." We both smile up at you as we lean to you gently, both our tongues darting into your mouth. 

We gently lead you to the bed, removing your clothes as we go. As we arrive at the bed we push down your scrubs and your shorts gently. Helping you step out of them, we settle you against the foot of the bed. I quickly help Erin off with her dress. You gasp as we both turn our bare bodies right in front of your eyes. We gently push you back on the bed. Climbing onto your lap we slowly slide our wet slits up over your flat stomach and chest. We can feel you tremble as you moan at the feel of both our soft skin against yours. We slip ourselves higher. Our bodies pressed together as we face each other kissing deeply. We slip higher, leaving a wet trail of our juices on your skin. We slip over your chin together and press our soft wet slits against your lips. You cry out against us, your cock jerking. We pull away from each other and lean to take your cock into our mouths as we slip our wet pussies over your lips. You dip your head back and forth between us flicking at our clits and dipping your tongue into our hot wet slits to taste the juices. We both moan and press ourselves down against your tongue urging you to please us more. 

Our lips meet in a long deep kiss around your hard cock. We lap at the head, fighting for drops of your precum. Our hands wrap tightly around the base of your cock as we stroke you letting our tongues curl together around the sensitive head. Your cock swells and jumps against our lips as we arch our pussies into your mouth, begging you to make us cum. You dip your tongue quickly from one to the other, whimpering and moaning as our juices coat your lips and chin. You can feel our hard nipples pressed into your thighs as we suck and lap at your hard cock. Our cries causing the precum to flow from your cock like a fountain. Then suddenly we throw our heads back and buck against your mouth, screaming, "Yes! Oh, Yes! Oh God! We Are Cumming!" 

You lap quickly at the white creamy cum that flows from both our beautiful pussies onto your chin and lips. We suck and stroke your cock harder and faster now. Taking turns begging you to cum for us. Begging you to let us taste your sweet cum. You buck and arch your hips against us as your cock swells in our hands. We lap and stroke at you. You press your face harder into us as the first shots of your thick creamy cum splashes onto our lips. We stroke your cock hard and fast, milking every drop from you. Then, as you begin to settle, we lean to lick your cum from each others lips. We cuddle against you as you lay moaning and whimpering. We lean up to kiss you gently. 

"Surprise," we whisper against your ear.



Caught



Noises in our second apartment house had me freaked, but I put my briefcase in the main house, and grabbed the large flashlight to explore...

Climbing up the dusty outside staircase, I clicked the flashlight on and thinking that it would be better to make a quiet entrance, slowly unlocked the door.

As soon as the door swung open, the smell of pot and cigarettes was instantly detected, and just as soon, the gasp of air and "shushes" was heard.

Before I could recover, a couple people pushed past me and out the door, pulses racing- adrenaline high. I swung the flashlight towards the noise, and caught the glimpse of another person. This one however, realized that I stood in front of the only way out of the apartment and ran upstairs instead.

"Hold it right there!" I shouted- probably as frightened as the person was as I ran upstairs- 2 steps at a time- until I reached the upstairs landing.

Cornered

Only 2 rooms upstairs- had to be one or the other.

I took this time to re-evaluate my predicament:

In a darkened house Chasing an unknown trespasser No defense (as in weapon) in case he/she was armed.

"Come out- you have absolutely no where to go!" I yelled nervously.

After what seemed at least a minute of waiting, much to my surprise I heard a voice: "O.K.- please don't hurt me!" a shaken, sweet young female responded.

I walked down the hall, following the beam of the flashlight, and stopped in my tracks.

There, caught in the light, was a young, 20-something shorthaired brunette, wearing a red fuzzy tank top, and super tight and shiny black vinyl jeans that reflected the light of the flashlight like a mirror. She was scared and shaking and huddled in the corner. 

"It's it's ok I stammered"- "Don't worry- let's talk" I said trying to calm her down.

"I'm really sorry- my friends put me up to it" She sobbed. "Please don't call the police- please!" she pleaded. "Maybe we can work something out," she suggested as I walked closer and she can see me.

"I am absolutely fed-up with vandalizers- you assholes spray painted graffiti, broke windows, and other shit to my house- Why should I clean up after you fucks- I work damm hard on this house- you spoiled brats fuck everything up- start learning respect!" I started to vent.

As I was talking she started to stand and walk over to me. I went silent and watched her walk by the light of the flashlight. The squeaking sounds of her jeans and click-clack of her high-heeled boot-shoes was almost deafening as she sauntered over.

"I am so sorry- how can I make it up to you?" she was now directly in front of me.

"The mind wobbles" I said teasingly

"Mmm maybe this can help" she was now directly in front of me. She smelled of the erotic combination of perfume, alcohol, and cigarettes. And just as my cock understood what was going on, she leaned and kissed me, licking and suckling my tongue.

I dropped the flashlight to the floor, and pulled her into me. Her body was incredible- small, tight, hard, and along with noticing the stiffness of her nipples, felt the cool, sticky, slipperiness of her vinyl jeans and smooth ass grind into my stiff organ.

Almost the same time I massaged her ass, she groaned into my mouth and drove her tongue deeper, and started to run her hand up and down my cock.

"Wow! - It's nice to meet a man. The boys in school are so lame" she said coyly, kneeling down.

Unzipping my pants, while hers were rubbing and squeaking against the wood floor, she reached in and pulled my completely hard and pre-cumming cock out into the cool night air.

"I've got to have this!" and without any ceremony, swallowed me in one gulp, down to the base.

The sight of this hot chic on her knees with the moonlight coming through the windows shining off her vinyl-encased ass, bobbing up and down on my cock was only surpassed by the incredibly hot sounds of her slurping and choking on my cock.

It didn't take long for me before I had to grab her head and pull it into me while I dumped/spurted long and hard into her mouth. She gasped and tried to pull away until her swallowing caught up with the amount of cum I was giving her.

When the convulsing ended, she slowly pulled my cock out of her mouth with a nice suckling slurp loud enough to start getting me hard again.

"You like my jeans?" she teased, licking around my cock-head.

"Absolutely- I love a great female body dressed in latex, PVC, vinyl or leather! - And you look delicious!" I said

"Good enough to eat?" she asked

"YES!" I replied- as I got to my knees, I grabbed her smooth ass and pulled her crotch to my face. As soon as I felt the slick plastic material touch my face, I opened my mouth at her crotch and started licking between her legs.

"Oooh- it feels like you're tongue is actually on my clit!" she cooed.

She started to spread her legs, and while grabbing my head, pulled me into her crotch and trembled.

"None of the little boys I date appreciate my clothes like this," she moaned.

"Mmm- well you wear them well" I said, pulling my face free from the sticky surface of her crotch.

It was then that I noticed that her jeans were equipped with a 2-way zipper that runs from her front waistband, through her legs, to her rear waistband.

"I've got an idea on how you can make things up to me while enjoying your jeans- interested?" I asked.

"Sure- as long as you don't turn me in" she said, suddenly worried again.

"Great- follow me," I said grabbing her hand and leading her down the dark hallway.

As we reached the other bedroom, I turned her around and sat her down on the bed.

"Lift your legs up and keep them together," I ordered.

"Like this?" she asked as she got into the position, the vinyl squeaking noisily.

"Perfect!" I responded as I spit on my hand, and rubbed the saliva into my cock, getting it very slick.

After grabbing hold of her ankles, and guiding myself between the tight "V" of her crotch, I started pumping in and out. Each time the head emerged, the rim stroked against her clit, visibly excited through the vinyl.

"Fuck me through my jeans!" she gasped.

Each stroke was punctuated with the sound of the squeaking of the skin on my cock against her jeans, the bedsprings, and her murmuring. And, as my thrusts became more urgent and hard pounding, her moans became more pronounced. Finally, sensing her impending climax, I reached down, and grabbing her zipper, pulled it down, and slid myself deep inside her. She was SOPPING wet, and I slid completely in with one slow pump.

She stopped breathing- her mouth open, her eyes completely open, then a long loud moan. "Oh my God!! - Fuck me- please!" she whispered-moaned into my ear as I concentrated on my thrusting (and not allowing the incredible feeling to make me cum sooner than I want).

"Where do you want me to cum?" I breathed

"All over my pants or my mouth- please"

That was all it took- another couple strokes and I pulled out with a very loud wet pop, and while jerking the shaft, aimed at her pussy and let loose what had to be a couple strong spurts of cum- with each spurt that hit her pussy, I could see her flinch in the darkness. I then moved quickly to her mouth- her teeth barely grazing the head as I slipped my still pulsing cock into her mouth. She grabbed the shaft and continued to jerk me off. I got another urge to shoot heavily and did. She gulped down the load and cleaned me up with a giggle.

We spent another hour or so in various positions and thoroughly enjoyed each other's bodies. Finally, we got dressed and she, while getting up, zipped up her jeans, looked at me.

"So what do you think? - Am I forgiven?" she asked

"I'm sorry to say- that was a mere deposit- you can pay me by modeling other clothes for me- what do you think?"

She smiled, shook her head, and after a nice kiss (with the taste of my cum on her breath), she said;

"Deal"



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It was a nice Sunday afternoon. I was doing my laundry as the rest of the family watched football. I was walking through the family room, about to pass my mom when I dropped a sock and bent to pick it up. "Mom says Uh nice color", and I feel a tug a my waist. "Oh let me see those underwear" She has a soft laughter tone in her voice. I straighten QUICKLY, look at all the smiling faces around the room, BOLT to my bedroom, closing the door behind me. 

Imagine the embarrassment of my mom seeing my sisters panties sticking up over the top of my jeans. Worse yet, she shared that with the whole family. At that point I had been wearing both my sister's panties for a few years. It started with my Mom's that I found hanging in the bathroom one day after watching her strip to nothing but her panties as she did her daily routine of changing to her night clothes while talking to us when she came home from work.

Once behind the security of my bedroom door I sat down on my bed HOPING she or no one else had followed me. After a few minutes and no movement of my door I began to get excited thinking bout what just happened. I had been horny all day. I reached under my pillow wear I always kept a few pair of mom's panties ready and pulled out a pair of her briefs. I pulled my zipper down to release my dick, wrapped mom's panties around my hard on and began to stroke wishing her panties were her pussy. I was getting the first signs of release when suddenly my door opened with no warning. There I sit wearing my sister's panties with my mom's panties wrapped around my dick and my hand almost a blur. 

Mom closed the door behind her then slowly began to turn towards me. By the time she completed her turn she had pulled her dress up high enough to reveal a pair of panties I had previous found in her drawer and recently shot a load on. She looked at me then pointed to a stain right near the crotch of the panties she was wearing. "So this explains where this came from!"

Mom let her dress fall, then reached under to pull her panties down. As she bent down to step out of them the neck of her dress fell open allowing a full view of her tits. She picked up the panties then throw them on the bed next to me. Stepping forward she put one leg on either side of me. Straddling me she removed my hands first and put them inside her dress on her naked full C cup tits. Looking me in the eye, Mom reached down, unwrapped her panties from my dick and stroked me as she pointed my dick under her dress while lowering her body until her pussy lips touched my hard dick. 

Suddenly my door opens again. This time it is one of my sister's. She did not bother to close the door behind her and my mom did not stop lowering her pussy onto my dick. As mom's pussy slid down on my dick I became totally oblivious to my sister stripping naked and the rest of the family having a clear view into my room.

Mom's pussy was completely covering my dick and she had began stroking it when I realized my now naked sister was laying next to me on the bed. She took my shirt off then straddled me from behind pressing her tits firmly into my back. She even made sure she was close enough that I could feel the heat from her hot pussy on my butt. 

My mom leaned forward pressing her tits in my face as she continued raising and lowering her pussy on my not even harder dick. Mom's pussy was so hot and wet I could feel her juices running down on my balls.

With mom's tight pussy working my dick so well, her tits in my face, and my sister's tits and pussy behind me I could not last long and I told my mom so. As I was about to shoot a load into mom's hot pussy she stopped riding up and down my dick to look me in the eye. She said I can wear her panties anytime I want to. She then told me that I will share my cum with her and not just her panties from now on. 

Mom then raised up high enough that my dick came out of her pussy. She reached down grabbed my dick and held it as she again lowered her body. My sister reached forward and held mom's dress up high enough that I could she the juices flowing from her pussy as she slowly took my dick into her anus. Almost as if in a dream I watched my dick disappear into my mother's tight ass. 

Mom slowly lowered her ass down on my dick until she completely covered it. With her ass cheeks resting on my thighs and my dick buried in her asshole, mom asked me to promise that I would share my cum with her. All I could do is moan my agreement. Then Mom raised up and began to ride me fast and hard looking me in the eye telling me to shoot my load in her in her ass. My sister laying up under me, urged me to give mom my cum. I did. I began to shoot load after load into my moms tight ass. She continued stroking me until my dick went limp inside her. 

Mom kissed me then raised her body up and off of mine. When she stood her dress fell perfectly into place as we were in a mother son talk. She blew me and my sister a kiss as she walked out of my room closing the door behind her.



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I threw my bag into the back of the minibus and jumped in, I looked around for Mark, a friend of mine whose idea it was to go on the ski trip. 

My heart sank as I found out that he had broken his leg just yesterday! I didn't really know anyone else on the trip that well and I was supposed to be sharing a room with him. I had been looking forward to this trip for 6 months and now it was going down the tube! 

Still, I was determined to have a good time, the ride up to the airport was about an hour but that was fine. There were two good-looking girls on this trip, Sandra and Sally. Sandra was just less than 2 inches shorter than me at 5'9, she had long black hair down to the small of her back and wide piercing blue eyes. I had fancied her all through the year but although we were friends I never asked her out. 

She was now going out with some tall handsome football player with a big frame and a big ego. He was the one all the girls fancied. Sally was the girl that all the blokes fancied, she had a reputation as the college slut but that did not stop me staring at her round breasts pushing out her tight crop-top that finished above the belly button. Her skirt was pleated and showed off her long, smooth legs. Her blonde hair was cut down to her shoulders with two thin strands always falling forward over her face. Her current boyfriend was not on the trip. 

After an hour driving and a 2-hour flight we arrived at the hotel. It was too late to start skiing so everyone went straight to the restaurant to get a meal. Afterwards I caught Sandra alone in the bar, I walked over and offered to get her a drink. It turned out that tower of a boyfriend of hers had gone for an early night! We laughed and joked for about an hour before, at midnight, we both decided to get to our separate rooms. I admired Sandra's figure, her cute butt hugged by her tight black jeans. 

My room was empty, with no Mark to talk to I switched on the TV, stripped to my boxers and T-shirt and slumped onto the bed. After about half an hour I heard a quiet knock on my door. It was Sandra. She had her nightclothes on and her travel bag in her hand. I smiled at her and asked her in, she brushed past me as she padded, barefoot, through the door. I looked down her figure, she was just the same beautiful girl I had been admiring the entire trip up here. 

She wore a baggy T-shirt with a sports logo on the front, her large and obviously unsupported breasts swayed underneath it as she moved. The shirt came down just low enough to hide her knickers as she sat down on the bed, revealing her long, shapely thighs and smooth calves. I walked over there and sat next to her, I asked her what was wrong. She seemed upset. It turned out that Jason had been cheating on her, and to make matters worse she had walked in on them while they were in the middle of something. Sandra explained how she had found Sally, the tart, on her knees sucking his cock. 

I tried to hide it but the thought of sexy Sally naked, giving head gave me a hard-on. Combine this with the beautiful, young wonder sitting next to me and my dick was pulsating like mad. I shifted to try and make the bulge in my boxers less noticeable but it was impossible. Sandra asked if she could sleep in my room for tonight and I said she could have Mark's bed. 

She leaned over and kissed me lightly on the cheek to say thanks. My dick was really being tortured here. As she got her stuff ready for bed I quickly hobbled to the en-suit bathroom. I locked the door and pulled out my dick, slowly I moved my hand up and down the shaft, it felt sooooooo good knowing she was on the other side of the wall and here I was tossing off. 

I lost myself in the pleasure and let out a low moan, suddenly I heard her knocking on the door. I jumped. "What are you doing in there?" she asked in her sweet voice. 

"I'm just, erm, doing my teeth" I stammered, still stroking my engorged cock. 

"OK, as long as you're decent" came the puzzling reply. 

I was just starting to think I had gotten away with it when the latch opened from the other side and the door swung open. 

Sandra stood there for a second not knowing what to do. 

A smile broke out across her lips as she walked towards me. "Here, let me help you with that" she said smoothly and took my sensitive member in her hand. 

Slowly she started to jack me off, rubbing the long shaft and head with each hand. It felt amazing. 

Her expert fingers teased and tantalised my manhood. Just as I felt myself get close to cuming she stopped, turned around and walked into the bedroom. I followed her. She beckoned for me to lie on the bed, I did exactly that! 

Her arms dropped and pulled her T-shirt over her head, her rounded tits fell forward as she bend down to remove her knickers. I pulled off my shirt and boxers, allowing her to kiss me all over before her head lowered to my crotch. Her tongue licked all round the head of my already wet dick. She then took my cock past her lips into the warm, wet recesses of her mouth. 

Her head bobbed up and down, sending me higher and higher each time. I was quickly ready to come again. I let out a groan but she did not stop. I tried to hang on as long as possible but she carried on sucking, her head rising and falling with increasing rhythm. 

It all got too much for my rookie dick, what felt like a pint of cumm burst forth into her waiting mouth. 

She kept swallowing as spurt after spurt rushed forth. Finally she let my softening cock out of her mouth and smiled up at me. 

She slipped into the bed beside me. Now it was her turn... 

If anyone wants to add the second part of this story feel free to post it...



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"So, that's where my panties are!" I spun my head and looked at my sister Tami. I expected to see anger in her eyes instead I saw amusement, "Do you like the way they feel on your cock Davey boy?" she asked.

I paused, for a second not knowing what to say, then I felt a sting on my shoulder. 

"Do You Like Them!" she asked again. I answered immediately " Yes I luv the way they feel on my cock."

Now as embarrassing as this moment was, my dick actually got harder, I had been fantasizing about Tami for Years, she was black to my wife's white.

Tami is 33 5'8 and 135 lbs., she has magnificent 38 c tits that stand at attention and nipples that would poke your eye out. She has a slim build and a nice round ass that I dream about.

My wife Lynn is the opposite, 35 5'4 155 lbs small tits and no ass but she sucks and fucks me for hours at a time. 

Lynne is able to keep my cock hard for as long as she wants just by varying how she plays. She can make me shoot my load in five minutes or make me go for two or three hours, she is enthusiastic in bed and a very talented cock sucker.

I was wearing nothing but Tami's soiled silky panties that I had taken earlier in the day while she was in the shower. And a butt plug that was 8 inches around, my cock was rock hard. I was writing a story about how I wanted to fuck her when she came in and caught me. "Lynn told me you had a fetish for panties, so, when I couldn't find them I knew to look for you, and here they are." My face reddened deeply as I searched my brain for some kind of plausible answer to an obvious question.

" Lynn told you?" "Yes I told her, and I told her of your love for cock!" Lynn had appeared in the doorway behind Tami, wearing only a strap-on cock. I simply looked at the floor wondering what was in store for me.

My fetish for panties started when I was in my teens. I had a girl friend that would make me wear her soiled panties or panty hose. She would ask me to wear them and then make me strut around in them in front of the windows , while she stroked my cock through them, making me stain them with pre-cum and then licking and sucking it through the material, until I shot my load in them, then she would take them off of me and make me lick my cum out of them. Then and only then would she allow me to fuck her.

After a while she made me wear garters and stockings, so she could suck my cock and fuck my ass with a dildo at the same time. 

The first time, she tied me up in a doorway, in front of an open window of her apartment. Which was at street level so anyone walking by could see me tied there in a garter and stockings with knee length boots with 6" stiletto heels. She was completely naked she walked around me several times, touching me, stroking my cock and scooping precum with her fingers and feeding it to me. 

Then she stood beside me grinding her hot cunt against my thigh while she stroked my cock, she left me for a moment and when she came back I felt her rub my asshole with some cold slippery lube, then she slipped a finger into my virgin ass as she pinched my nipple hard, then two fingers. 

All the while grinding her steaming pussy against my leg.

She left me again for a second then she was behind me she reached between my legs and grabbed nuts and squeezed them hard, as she shoved a butt plug in my ass, I cried out in surprise. 

Slowly she pulled it back out then slowly in again after a few times it didn't hurt and I started to rock my hips back and forth on it. 

"Oh you want more baby?" "Yess please more." " you want a big black cock to fuck your ass baby?" " Yesss, big black hard fucking cock . Pleassse". She shoved the plug back in and left me once again. 

I looked out the window and there were two ladies in their forties looking at me in shock mouth's wide open . Then she was back. 

She stood in front of me stroking a strap-on cock that was 9" long and about 6" around and very very black, "will this do?" " I'm not sure", she went behind me and pulled out my plug, smeared my ass again and pushed the tip against my opening then started stroking my cock, with one hand and pulling on my nipples with the other. 

The two ladies now hand their hands under their shirts playing with their tits. The site of that pushed me over the edge and I thrust back onto that big hard cock and impaled myself up to the hilt, the feeling was so intense that I came and pissed at the same time. Every time I squirted my ass squeezed hard on that cock and I came even more. 

I couldn't believe the intensity of that orgasm. But I knew I wanted more.

I was snapped out of my daydream by Tami, she had clamped her teeth on my nipple and bit down hard, I yelped in surprise and then moaned " more, please more" she held my nipple in her teeth and stood up making me rise to my feet. Then I came in her panties. This made her bite harder and then Lynn tore them off of me and stuffed them in my mouth, "clean her panties, you little slut!" I sucked on them tasting my cum and her pussy. It was too much and I came again, only this time on Tami's tits.

Lynn was furious with me, she told Tami to lie on the floor and ordered me to stroke my cock hard then fuck her and lick my cum off her tits, "and don't even think about cumminig til you're told to you little slut, understand?" " Yes Lynn, I understand."

I got down on my knees and started stroking my cock, Tami was playing with her cunt and licking her lips. "I want you're cock Davey, now! Fuck me". That was it, I was stiff as a poker again I shoved my cock in Tami's hot slippery cunt and she came hard, I lowered my face to her tits and started licking my cum off her tits, thrusting into her cunt sucking up cum, I was in heaven. 

Lynn kneeled behind me and shoved her rubber cock up my ass, soon our rhythm's matched and she pushed into me while I pulled out of Tami. "Oh god yess, fuck me Davey, you slut, fuck me hard make me cum again you dirty little whore, fuck my hot cunt, oh, OH, OH, OHHHHH, YESSSSSSSS! I'm CuMMMMMING. OOHHHHHH!"" Lynn suck on my clit pleassssse!" 

Lynn pulled out of me with a pop and told me to move. I pulled out of Tami and watched my wife go down on her brother's wife, " Oh Tami you're cunt tastes so goood!"

"Suck my cunt Davey, make me cum!" I lowered my face to my wife's cunt and started sucking her juices, she tasted so different from Tami. I felt a hand pulling on my cock , I moved my body to accommodate the pull.

"Come here!" Tami said "I need to taste you." I slid over to her and she sucked my cock into her mouth, as she did I plunged my tongue deep into Lynn's cunt and sucked her clit into my mouth making her cum "oh OH OH OH YESSSSSS" she flooded my mouth with her cum, and I happily lapped up all her juice. 

"Cum in my cunt now you slut!" Tami said. I looked at Lynn and she nodded permission.

I lowered myself to her and pushed inside her.

I started to cum in Tami's hot cunt, shooting load after load of my hot sticky seed deep into her belly while Lynn came all over her face. I collapsed on top of Tami, " Oh no, now you have to clean me up!"

I sucked on her cunt licking up all of my cum, while Lynn sat on her face and played with her nipples, I started to jerk my cock when all of a sudden I saw a cock in front of my eyes, a real live hard 9" cock. Hard and dripping pre-cum, the head was purple, and the vein's were standing up, it Twitched in rhythm to it's owners heart beat. His sack was loose and his balls were loaded with cum. There was no hair at all, every bit had been shaved off. Who was this? I wondered.

I lifted my head to see my Brother, Mark kneeling over me " I hear you like to suck cock, Davey. In fact Lynn says you're a real cum slut. Is that true?" I just nodded my head. I looked at Lynn. She smiled and nodded at me "go ahead baby, suck that big piece of meat. Maybe if you're good enough Mark will fuck you too!" 

My cock jumped as I lowered my mouth to mark's cock...

But that's another story!



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I’m laying back in bed, watching in the mirror as my fingers slide up and down the lips of my pussy, watching them glisten with saliva and my own moisture as my fingers spread them open a bit more with each stroke. I take in my tousled blonde hair, my flushed face and my slightly reddened nipples from where I was teasing them moments before…

I’m distracted by a rustling sound, and look up to see you standing in the doorway, holding a crumpled paper bag and giving me a look that I cant quite decipher. I quickly close my legs, embarrassed to be caught in such a compromising position, even if its nothing you haven’t seen before.

“Well it looks like I’ve got you exactly where I want you” You say with a big smile, as you walk up to the bed and dump the contents of the bag out on it. I see what appears to be a blindfold, several lengths of rope, a short black whip, and what looks like a paddle. 

“I wasn’t sure what time you’d be home” I say, “Um…it looks like you’ve been shopping?….” I trail off, feeling a twinge of unease as I look at the array of items on the bed. I self consciously cross my arms over my legs too, for protection from who knows what. “You must’ve stopped by that new store that opened in that cheesy strip mall…”

Dear, you’re not telling me you’re all talk are you?“ you say while you have the nerve to raise and eyebrow. “That moaning whenever I bite you or slam deep into you? Those little cries you make for more when it starts getting a bit rough?” You let out a low laugh, that is not your normal nice self laugh. 

I look at you in shock, scared but a bit excited too at the chance to try something a bit different, maybe a bit more dangerous than our usual lovemaking sessions. I work up the bravado to reach my arms out in front of me, wrists together “Let’s see what you have in mind” I manage to get out of my dry throat.

“I’m warning you, I’m not playing. I expect total obedience until I’d done with you.” You give me a stern look, and I manage to give you a small nod as you reach for my wrists. You tie them together above my head, and I’m a bit surprised at how rough the rope feels against my skin. Next you put the blindfold on me, making sure it’s tight over my eyes.

Once I’m secured that way, you turn me over, and I feel your hands reaching underneath me to my breasts. You’re usually gentle, but now you grab them firmly, then push me down against the bed with your hand under my body, squeezing me, pinching at my nipples until I’m almost wincing. I want to tell you to stop, tell you that it’s too much, but just as I’m about to, you release me. I’m in the process of offering up a silent thanks, when all of a sudden the whip lashes across my buttocks for the first time, leaving a trail of fire behind.

“Ouch!“ I cant help but let my natural reaction show. You lean over, gather up my hair and wind it around your hand, pull my head back towards you and say “Shhhh.” The whip again comes down across my ass and the back of my thighs, a blow coming every several seconds or so, until I’m squirming underneath its touch, praying it will find a spot that hasn’t been lashed yet. 

“Hmm, it looks like I drew a little blood with that one!” you exclaim, and I feel your lips kiss along the latest welt to soothe it, and then another thwack against my ass, a more dull pain than before, and I realized you’re paddling me now. Oh, the humiliation, if only I could’ve kept my clothes on until you got home! Sure, I am getting wet with all my wriggling but I’m still too conscious of just how vulnerable I am, naked and tied for your convenience. Finally you seem to tire of spanking me, and I hear the paddle land on the bed beside me.

“Spread your legs” you say. I hesitate a second, not having expected the order. Apparently a second was too long for you though… “I said spread them!” Your grab my thighs and pull them apart. “You keep that behavior up and I’ll assume you want me to whip your pussy”

“Up on your knees, and keep your legs spread!” I scramble to obey, to avoid any of that burning on my tender wet hole. I use my elbows to push my body up and pull my legs up and apart for you. You grip my waist, and pull me backwards until my feet slide off the bed and my pussy into your mouth. I shudder as your tongue touches me, stroking up and down along me, your teeth closing over my labia occasionally, drawing gasps from me mixed with noises of pain and pleasure. You must be deliberately avoiding licking my clit, and I‘m trying to move around and find my way to your tongue when suddenly your fingers are everywhere, fucking my pussy, probing at my ass, and simply driving me wild. I’m quickly at the verge of orgasm, and as I start tightening around you, you abruptly withdraw from me and I’m left trembling with desire.

“You didn’t think I’d let you off that easy did you?” You push me over and flip me onto my back. A minute later, your cock is over my mouth, and I’m straining to lick everything I can reach. I try to suck on anything you put near my mouth, lapping at your balls, stray fingers, the back of your cock. 

You turn around on top of me, so your cock is over my mouth and your hands are holding my ankles down. I arch my head back, but can only get a few inches of your dick in my mouth that way. You capture my clit with your tongue while I try to suck on you, making me thrash around, and with me unable to move the lower half of my body and my head trapped under your cock, my pussy starts clenching and craving your dick far inside me. Your tongue makes a long sweep from my clit to the back of your pussy and then you move off of me again.

I practically whine at the loss of stimulation, and the bed shifts as you move around, putting yourself between my legs. You grab my thighs and pull me up onto you, and it feels like you are sitting back on your knees. I can feel your hard cock against my leg, and I know you can feel my wet pussy against your shaft too. You lean over me, grab my forearms and pull me up, looping my wrists behind your neck, pulling me to a sitting position on your lap. You put your hands under my ass, and lift me up and onto your cock.

Your lips find mine, and we kiss as you rock me back and forth on you, you caress my mouth with yours, surprising me with your gentleness, until you jump back in role and take a violent nip at my bottom lip. As the pain hits me it makes my pussy squeeze tight around you for a moment. You lean forward until I’m practically hanging back in midair , and start ramming your cock in and out of me, my body helplessly pounding against yours. After a few minutes of hard hot sex that has me reeling, your pace slows and you put one hand under my ass for support, while the other reaches between our bodies and starts massaging my clit.

A little later you slow further, and leisurely fuck me now, stretching me with your cock, coaxing moans out of me with each thrust, each twirl of your fingers on my pussy. I cling to you as you work it in and out of me, your dick seemingly a bit harder with each stroke. I try to fight it because I’m cant stand for it to end, but my pussy gets wet deep inside, and I feel everything from my clit to my ass tighten, my muscles start clamping down and squeezing you, pulling you deeper into me as I start coming, around your dick, and I fight to slam myself against you as hard as I can.

And then I just cant help it, I scream out that I’m coming because I know that will set you off, and I need to feel you let go at the same time. My body stretches open now for you, and welcomes you deep inside my body, wrapping around your cock in waves until you let out a deep low groan and start thrust rapidly, emptying your cum in me, drenching my insides with both our fluids and moaning all sorts of nonsense that I know just means that you think it feels incredible. 

At the end of your climax, you topple forward taking me with you, laying us out along the rumpled covers and pressing your body against mine for a minute while I pulse around you a still and slow my breathing to a normal rate. I can feel myself practically purring in contentment as I stretch against you and smile.

Eventually you untangle your limbs from mine, and roll off me and sit on the edge of the bed. I let out a contented sigh and wait for you to release me so we can clean up and take a shower together. 

“You stay there while I go get a washcloth to clean you off with” you tell me, playfully making a grab at my ass as you rise from the bed.

“I hope you’re going to take off this blindfold first” I giggle and spread my legs open, trying to get your attention while I beckon you back to release me.

“Well I might let you out for a dinner break, as I do have some things I’d love to stick in your mouth…berries and cheese I mean…mostly anyway. But I hope you aren’t silly enough to think I’m through with you!”

Before I can get a stuttered response out, I hear your feet pad out the door and down the hall… 



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I rolled over and found myself alone in bed. The spot where you were sleeping wasn't even warm, so I climbed out of bed to find out what you were up to, creeping through the house as quiet as I could.

Not surprising I found you in front of the computer screen, reading erotic stories on the web, your face aglow from the light of the monitor. I can see your shoulder moving slightly as you touched and squeezed yourself while you read a story that had peaked your interest there. 

How exciting to find you stroking yourself, my very favorite thing a man can do. As I watched you silently from the doorway I squeezed and pulled on my already hardening nipples and I could not control the desire to taste the back of your neck as I slowly crept forward. Though I could see the words on the screen I had no desire to read what story you were caught up in but instead wanted to play into your fantasy. 

I lowered myself to my knees behind your office chair and slipped my hands around you startling you. You turn to look into my eyes and see how you've aroused me without even trying to. I rise back up to kiss the back of your neck and taste your ears and the skin on your shoulders. 

"Keep on reading" I tell you as I motion towards the monitor. Turning your chair slightly so I can have access to you I squeeze your already hard and throbbing member. One hand squeezes and rolls your tight balls as the other one begins to trace a line up the shaft of your exposed hard cock. 

As I lower my lips to taste the precum gathered at the tip of your head I move one of my hands between my own legs feeling the wetness between my lips and not recalling being so very wet in a long while. 

The real excitement comes from looking up and watching your face as you continue to read the story as I suck you and rub myself. You occasionally glance down to watch me and run your hands through my hair but let me be part of your fantasy in the soft glow of the light from the screen. I can feel you grow more excited in my mouth and I slip my fingers inside myself feeling my muscles wrap tightly around my own fingers. 

The closeness I feel with you in being open and sharing what excites one another cannot be equaled and I begin to moan with you inside my mouth knowing you'll hold back for as long as you can but not being able to myself. I cum with my own fingers on my clit but keep sucking on you watching you read each word on your screen slowly, as if savoring each word. 

You've got me too excited to be satisfied with cuming merely once so I keep touching myself and licking you as I try to bring you to an orgasm but you make me work for it and you continue to hold yourself in check. Moving my lips down to your balls I take one into my mouth and gently roll it and for the first time I hear you moan. With renewed excitement I move to the other one taking it into my mouth and moving it gently inside my mouth sucking and licking. I look back up at you and you're no longer reading the screen, you've tilted your head back, closed your eyes and are letting yourself go. You twist your fingers in my hair and guide my mouth back up to your twitching hardness and slip yourself into my mouth deeply. I hear you moan again and you begin to drive yourself into my mouth hard and deep as I begin to rub myself harder. 

Almost choking on the lenghth of you and feeling you hit the back of my throat you tighten your fingers on my hair and I begin to feel you throb inside my mouth and I know you're close. 

"Here I cum" you tell me from deep in your throat, barely audible as your voice and you spurt inside my mouth. I feel your cum on the back of my tongue and my throat and I swallow every drop as your grip loosens and I feel myself cumming for the second time rocking my body and sending a tremor from from my toes up to the base of my skull. 

Looking up into your eyes and seeing the satisfied look on your face, I finally turn to face the computer and see what you were reading only to find one of my own stories and a wicked smile spreads across my lips and yours at the same time. We were made for one another, it simply doesn't get any better than this. 



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Anahi sat beside the small stream, sunning herself on a flat rock. She purred and turned over, reveling in the soft warmth that touched her spotted back. She stretched and yawned. Her long tail twitched slightly as she got comfortable again.

Her spotted ears twitched as she heard a twig snapping. She smiled and sat up straightening the powder blue top and wrap skirt she wore. "I know you are there Khai," She purred as she caught his scent on the light breeze. "You know better then to try to sneak up on me.

She heard a chuckle as a tall were tiger came out of the bushes close by the stream. "I will catch you off guard one of these days Anahi."

"You have been saying that for ages." Anahi smiled and flicked her tail at him.

"Oh I will catch you one day," Khai replied nuzzling his mate lightly, "One of these days," he chuckled.

Anahi purred as her mate sat next to her on the warm rock. She leaned over and slipped her softly furred hand into the waist band of his pants, "Is that your tail or are you just happy to see me?" she purred.

"Why don't you take it out and see," He answered in a slight growl.

Anahi pulled her hand away, "No, I think I won't," She smiled evilly.

"Oh, why not?" Khai asked, "Scared?"

"Me scared? Never," Anahi jumped up and scampered off towards the woods.

Khai jumped up and ran after his were-leopard mate. He quickly caught up to her and tackled her, bringing them both to the forest floor.

Anahi struggled to get out of her mates tight grasp, "Oh now you don't," She continued to struggle.

"No... Don't you struggle," Khai replied in a throaty growl as he tried to part her legs and raise her skirt.

"I will struggle if I damned well please," Anahi replied as she struggles again.

"Okay fine, struggle," Khai replied with a laugh.

Anahi growled, pushed him away and ran off again. "You can't have me neener neener neener." She turned to stick her pink tongue out at him, only to discover that he had disappeared. Anahi quickly climbed a tree.

She felt the branch she was on shake as Khai appeared behind her and batted at her nose. He made a chuffing sound as he tried to pounce on her. 

"Ack!" Anahi fell out of the tree and landed on a heavy pile of leaves. "oomph!"

Khai followed suit and fell on her. Anahi wiggled out from under him before he had a chance to recover and started to run again.

"Grrrr," Khai growled as he watched his mate running away. He got up quickly and gave chase.

"HA! I am not that easy to catch," She called out without looking back.

She was brought down again as her mate tackled her, causing her to growl. He grasped both of her wrists and brought them above her head. Anahi growled in displeasure and struggled to escape his grasp. Khai gave another throaty growl as he began to kiss her neck.

"Grrrr," Anahi moved her head away to avoid his kissing. 

Khai smiled at her attempts to escape and held her wrists together with one hand and used the other to fondle her soft breasts. "Oh, baby,"

Anahi lightly kicked at him, and manages to get up and run off again, only to stumble on the hem of her skirt. Khai smiled as he leapt and caught her again, bringing them both to the ground. Anahi hissed, bit and kicked. Khai returned with biting, hissing and growling.

Anahi struggled again to escape and managed to do so only after leaving her skirt behind. "No bloody way in hell you are going to have me," she called out angrily. 

Khai sat watched her run, he picked up her skirt and sniffed the light blue fabric thoughtfully. His tail twitched as he watched her run off.

Anahi ran not paying attention to where she was going, "Fuck," She looked around her and realized she had run into a cul-de-sac. She began to climb the rocks to escape. 

Khai took his time and caught up to her. He smiled as he pulled off the rock wall and brought her to the mossy floor. Anahi struggled in vain as she tried to push him away. Khai growled softly as he parted her bare and lightly spotted legs. Anahi head butted him and tried to stand again only to find herself thoroughly pinned down by her mate. She growled as she felt her mate push his erect cock into her tight slit. "Mmmm, don't struggle," Anahi tried to close her legs, "Naughty girl," He murmured as he felt himself getting harder as she struggled. He pushed into her all of the way with a sudden thrust. 

Anahi whimpered and bit her lip as her mate began to thrust roughly into her tight slit. 

"Ooh, you like that huh?" he breathed against her neck. She shook her head and sniffled. He took her chin and looked into her eyes, "Shhh, Shhh, Good girl," Anahi whimpered again and looked in to her mates fierce eyes. He held her by the back of the neck and brought her up so she could see what he was going to her. Oh, Yeah," he groaned as he pushed his hard cock in and out of her.

"I'm not supposed to be able to be caught," she felt the tears as the welled up in her eyes.

Khai growled and put his hand over her mouth. He growled softly as he began to thrust faster. Anahi whimpered as the tears streamed down her soft cheeks. 

"Don't cry... Don't cry.... Shhh, it feels good," He started to slow, taking a breast in his hand and slowly licked the nipple, then suck and bit at it. Anahi bit her lip to stifle a moan.

Khai kissed her gently as he rammed into her, "It's all right baby," Anahi whimpered, as he squeezed her breast causing her to gasp. She whimpered again as her body started to grow aroused from the rough treatment. he squeezed her face in his hand, "Ooh, you like that don't you?"

Anahi shook her head, "Say yes, say you like it," Khai thrust into her harder. Anahi shook her head again. "Say it! Do it baby say you like it," Khai pulled out at slapped her pussy with his hard cock. "Say it," She whimpered again.

"Tell me how much you like it," he growled against her neck. He thrust back into her and wiggled inside of her. Anahi groaned softly. Khai smiled and licked away her tears. He grew more excited at her small noises of pleasure. Anahi bit her lip to keep from crying out.

"Ooh baby I'm going to cum," He squeezed her her cheeks and forced her to open her mouth. She cried out as he forced her mouth open. "Oh baby," He squirted hot cum into her mouth as she cried out in pleasure. Khai put his still spurting cock against her lips, "Suck it," he pushed more of his cock into her mouth as she shook her head 'no'.

Anahi gagged and half choked on him. He began to thrust into her mouth, growling as he did. She tried to spit him out and whimpered. "Ooh," he began to shake and shudder "Ooh baby here it come," Anahi looked frightened as his thrusts grew ragged and he began to cum into her mouth.

Anahi whimpered and tried not to choke on the cum as it flooded her mouth. Khai growled with pleasure, "Swallow it," Anahi looked panicked and shook her head. Khai growled and pulled at her throat. Anahi cried out, choked and swallowed the cum. "Mmmm, Tell me you liked it,"

Anahi whimpered and then whispered, "I like your cum," 

Khai growled happily and kissed his mates lips tenderly, "Good girl," He rolled off of her and pulled her to him, and cuddled her.

Anahi purred very softly, "Hmmm, I like it when you purr," He held her closer.

"Me never been caught before," She murmured as he held her. He grinned as his mate bead butted him.

"Well it pleased me to be the first to catch you," he licked his mates cheek tenderly, "Maybe I will have to catch you again,"

Anahi purred at the thought, snuggled against her mate and closed her eyes. 



Caught



Penny was seriously confused; though she had done her best to follow the stubborn recommendations of her loving husband, Rick, to have sexy Glamour Shot photographs taken and to model for an Erotic Art Class, each time the situation had led her to committing outrageous acts of infidelity, of which her husband knew not. Now it was time to clear the air, and set things straight with Rick, who was just going to have to sit down and talk to her about what he really wanted from her, and their marriage. No longer was she going to carry the guilt and shame of her naughty behavior, especially when it was Rick who had pushed her, from the very beginning of their relationship, to be voyeuristic about her sexuality. In addition, Penny believed that now would be a good time to lay down some ground rules for their house guest Larry, who had somehow managed to obtained several of the Glamour Shot photos she had given Rick for Valentines, and continued to sneak into her panty drawer to "play" with her panties, when she was not home.

* * * * *

"Rick darling, I really think we need to talk." Penny interjected, dabbing her perky lips with a napkin, as she finished the breakfast Rick had prepared.

"Talk? Sure, anything you want honey. What would you like to talk about? Sex?"

For the past two months Rick had been exceptionally loving and sensitive, showing Penny the attention she had always dreamt of receiving from a husband and lover. Lately he had been truly "perfect to a fault"; helping to do all the household chores, and not complaining about spending a couple of bucks on a nice dinner or movie. The only thing was, that he seemed to have become a little clingy and maybe a little obsessive about sex. Either he had become insecure about himself or he was afraid of something that might come between them, but he had definitely made it clear to Penny that he was haunted by her beauty and loved her dearly, if not desperately.

"Well, I was thinking that we might want to talk about, stuff like, what the two of us are truly looking for in our marriage."

"Wow, sure, I guess," Rick continued cautiously, "I hope we're not talking about any big problems?"

"I don't think we have any big problems." Penny said reassuringly "I just think we have to make some decisions."

"OK sweets, what kind of decisions do you think we need to make?"

"First I would like to clear the air about a few things that have been happening lately."

"Gosh hon, I thought that I had been pretty good to you lately; fixin meals, washing clothes, cleaning house and so on. No?"

"That's just it. That is so out of character for you. I just want to know what is going on in that little mind of yours. I know you have been on your best behavior, but what has changed for you to make you so caring and loving? Do you know you have written no fewer that six love letters and poems in the past three months?"

Along with quite a few little love letters and flowers, Rick had also been masturbating a lot while fantasizing about Penny. Apparently her recent Glamour Photos, and an erotic painting that one of the art students had given her after an art session, had captured his lustful eye. Even Penny admitted that the painting was truly remarkable in its' depiction of an ancient Grecian goddess. Nonetheless, because of several tell tail signs, such as the consumption of tissues, Vaseline and coconut oil tanning lotion, it was clearly obvious to Penny, that Rick had been jacking off excessively.

"I hope your not complaining darling, I just can not help being overwhelmed by your beauty. You know, you really have blossomed since you turned thirty, and I just don't know what else to do except to treat you good and pick up on some of the house work."


"So you admit that recently you have been acting peculiar?" 

"I guess, if that is what you want to call it? I just love you and want to show you how much I care about you."

"You know I know you Rick, and I know you used to fantasize about all kinds of women. Do you mean to tell me now, that you never think about anyone but me?"

"I hadn't thought about it that way, but now that you mention it, you might be right, I can not think of the last time I thought of any other woman except you, sugar."

"And is that why you hung that rather overexposed painting of me right in the middle of the den, where just anyone could see it?"

"Penny my sweet, that painting is so awesome, and it fits over the fireplace like it was made for it!"

"Yea, and if you only knew what I had to go through with to get it!" Penny said as she feigned lassitude.

The painting in question, of which Penny was the model, offered a spectacular view of a Grecian Goddess looking down from a cathedral, observing the observer, with a look of sympathy and concern that would naturally make a person want to take one step closer to see the mythogenic details of her winsome face as well as the graphic details of her protruding and erectly nippled breast.

"If you really want me to take it down, no problem." Rick offered.

"And there is where we need to talk; it is not that I want you to take anything down or leave it up, I just want to know how you feel about having people see your wife posed half naked if front of a the whole world. And by the way, did you loan out or give any of the Glamour Shot photos I gave you for Valentines Day, to Larry?"

"Oh I see, I don't mind telling you how I feel every time one of my friends or associates sees your painting or pictures, and recognizes that it is indeed your pretty face and naked body on display. I am totally thrilled, especially when they make comments like; 'You are so lucky man, I only wish I could get my wife to do something that outrageous!'"

Penny only wished she really could tell Rick what had occurred during her photo and modeling sessions. But, it was not her desire at this time to dump her guilt nor arouse jealousy within her husband, it was more of a wish to share her innermost feelings; the type of feelings that limited lifeless words can never seem to completely reveal. Penny wished above everything else to express her condition of being subject to a kind of dual nature, one wanting to be mostly submissive, the other wanting to take charge and dominate. The latter being the life she secretly wanted to live. If she could magically or telepathically deliver the ideas without having to form the words and speak them, if she could e-mail or write a book and transplant it into Rick's head, she would gladly choose that as the method of communication. Instead, she was compelled to laboriously sit and speak and listen and struggle with the arguments and questions and discussion that would be sure to follow.

One of Penny's girlfriends, Tiffany, who was particularly good at listening had suggested to Penny that her husband was exhibiting signs of ultimate "Wife Worshiping." She had gone on to explain that this condition will occasionally subdue a husband who's wife, is initially out of his league, or a late bloomer who eventually rises above her husband's nabob. Consequently, in the case of "Wife Worshiping" it is the wife's responsibility, according to Tiffany and the rest of the world, if it was in fact Penny's desire to keep the marriage, to be thankful and do whatever is necessary to secure her sexually dominant position for the sake of the marriage.

"Hmm, so you did let Larry see those pictures? And would you like it if I excite other men as much as I excite you?"

"Simple answer, yes, but I can explain better if you want."

"Please, go on!"

"Well uh, it is a little hard to explain, but the thought of you being a naughty girl or a sex object for whatever reason, makes me think that I am the luckiest man in the world!"

"The luckiest man in the world?" Penny said as if amazed.

"That's right, the naughtier you are the better I feel."

"I don't know Rick, you know a lot of people would say that you are just plain nuts."

"So what do you think Penny, am I crazy to want to give you so much leeway and then expect you to always come home? Am I a fool to want you to stretch your sexual limitations and overcome any of your inhibitions? Am I an idiot for letting your little pussy do whatever it wants? I think I would be insane if I thought I really had any control over you anyway, you my dear are just too downright sexy! Ever since your thirtieth birthday, it seems like you have somehow become sexier each and every day. Does that answer your question?"

"Well darn if you aren't a little Wife Worshiping simpleton. I bet it doesn't even bother you, that I call you that, does it?"

"Not a bit hon, but I've never heard of a 'Wife Worshipper.'" Rick stated quizzically.

"And would it be OK with you if I was to enter a Wet Tee shirt contest at a downtown bar?"

"I suppose it would be OK with me as long as you were safe. Is that what it is? Is that why the twenty questions? Are you looking for my permission to do something like that?"

"And one more question, have you ever fantasized about being cuckolded?" Penny asked brusquely while coolly looking away.

"I'm afraid I don't even know what that is darling, but if that's what you wanted, I say go for it!"

"No sugar, I'm not trying to get anything in particular out of you. I just wanted for us to be able to talk frankly about this kind of stuff. I hope you don't mind talking like this, because it really does help me to keep everything in perspective. Do you think we can pick up this conversation again, maybe this afternoon, when I get back from the gym?"

"Sure hon, no sweat, I've enjoyed talking too. Maybe I can think up some questions for you."

"That would be fine dear, but I actually do have some more serious questions, and I would like for you to think about this subject and we can talk some more tonight. Do you need some help with these dishes before I go to the gym, for my afternoon workout?"

"That's OK sweets, go ahead I'll get it. You just go work on keeping that tight little tush of yours."

That went rather well Penny thought to herself as she collected her goodies for the gym. Apparently her girlfriend had been right about Rick; he was no-doubt a candidate for cuckold school 101. It was kind of sad that the man she had chosen to marry had turned out to be such a wimp, but there was nothing she could do about it now except to make the best of it. In fact it might be fun to teach him about his condition. All she needed was the right man, a little planning, and she could show Rick exactly how much of a succor he really is. 

For now anyway, it was time to forget about Rick and concentrate on doing the stuff she needed to do today, including meeting with her new swimming instructor, swinging by Dr. Lowes School of Erotic Art, and checking out the Lucky Strip Bar were she saw they were looking for new contestants in their local Wet Tee Shirt contest. Of course she also needed to stop by and visit with Tiffany, to thank her for being such a good listener and friend.

"Bye baby, see you around 3:00, leave me a message at Tiffany's if you need me to pick up anything on the way home."

"OK hon, see you around three." Rick echoed, as Penny bounded out the door with her titties jiggling under her Victoria Secret tank top and her ass cheeks bouncing out the bottom of her tattered Levi shorty shorts.

Just what would be the right approach Penny began to speculate as she drove toward the gym. Should she get Rick's permission to fuck around and then rub it in his face, or should she be even more sly and let him wonder what she was up to and then Jerry spring it on him. For now she only knew that it was time to clear the air and get a handle on Rick's loose cannon tactics of spreading around her most intimate belongings. It was time for her to take charge and she was ready to do it.

Penny's aerobic class and swimming lesson went very well. The workout was performed in front of a large picture window where muscle bound fitness trainers and students alike, would occasionally, to Penny's delight, stop and gawk. Of course she, and the other girls, showed only contempt and fanned them away, always acting as though the men were big pervs. Additionally, the extra attentiveness administered by her swimming instructor, as he held her firmly while she floated, splashed, and giggled in the water, also provided a nice stimulant for her libido. Penny always liked to make sure she had had the proper affect on her swimming instructor as well, and would thanked him befittingly by perfunctorily groping him, to verify his erection under his swimsuit. Today being no exception, she was quite sure that one day, she would allow this instructor to fully understand her appreciation of his swimming lessons.

Driving home, Penny felt pangs of guilt rising up inside her, considering the way she had started to think about humiliating her husband and fantasizing about other men, maybe it was her who needed to reevaluate their relationship. Rick had tried so hard to satisfy and understand her, how could she possibly want to punish him. Somehow she had transferred her own guilt onto him. Though he had pressured her, ultimately it was her decision to do the things she had done. Though he seemed ready to take responsibility and the submissive position, she still needed a "Man!" Consequently, Penny skipped her plans to stop by the Lucky Strip Bar and her girlfriend's house, arriving home much earlier than she had expected. She was ready to cut Rick some slack and maybe start things over with a clean slate, but as soon as she opened the door she realized it was the same story, there was Rick, in the middle of the den, with his trousers around his ankles jacking off with all his might, while drooling over the remainder of his naughty Penny photos.

"You are a sick puppy Rick! I am so sorry I interrupted you, but look at you, have you got nerve or what? What are you thinking about anyway when you do this stuff?" Penny queried, as Rick awkwardly gathered his shorts and trousers.

"Uh what, I'm sorry, uh what did you say dear?" Rick Quipped.

"Did you even think about what we talked about earlier, or do you think everything is just going to work itself out while you waste all day fantasizing?"

"I don't know hon, sorry, uh, what do you want me to do?"

"All right Rick, if you can not take the initiative, I will. First, you know, actions speak louder than words, and what I want you to do is this, go downstairs and get that asshole Larry and bring him up here with any of the pictures you have given him, and any of my other belongings that he might still have, NOW!"

"Are you sure about this Penny my dear?"

"N-O-W NOW!" Penny demanded.

Penny straightened her hair and readied herself for dealing with both her husband and his jerk off buddy. Apparently Rick was living in a fantasy world and Penny was ready to turn the lights on, and wake him up, to a real world nightmare. Larry too, was going to have to suffer, through witnessing and partaking in the humiliation that Rick was about to receive. Rick's sick little mind was about to come full circle and bite him in the butt. He had always wanted Penny to be naughty and now it was Rick who had been bad and was in need of some discipline. Upon reaching the top of the stairs and entering the kitchen were Penny stood waiting, Larry immediately attempted to come up with some kind of lame excuse and rationale to cover for his and Rick's transgressions, saying;

"Look Penny I just found this stuff of yours in my laundry, I didn't want to steal it or anything." Larry pleaded as he unsteadily handed Penny's pictures and pink satin panties back to her.

"That's OK Larry, Rick is the one that I'm upset with. You don't necessarily owe me anything, except your willingness to help me show Rick what a fool he really is!" Penny graciously acknowledged, as she graciously took her pictures and pink satin panties from Larry.

"What do you mean Penny, you and Rick have both been wonderful to me; I don't think he's a fool, and I don't want to hurt anybody."

"You don't eh; well do you think it's smart for a married man to loan out naked pictures of his wife?"

"I uh, well uh maybe not I uh." Larry began to stammer.

"And Rick, what do you think about Larry having my panties in his apartment?" Penny said as she rotated and fixed her gaze back upon her husband.

"I guess it depends on how he got them, and what he was doing with them, uh I guess it could have been a mistake? Eh Larry bud?" Rick said, as he tried to look to Larry for some support.

"Oh shut up." Penny ordered, as she poignantly sniffed her panties, confirming the knowledge of what Larry had done with them. "Now what did you want to say Rick?"

Rick once again opened his mouth to say something stupid, but before he could utter another word, Penny stuffed the balled up wad of soiled panties straight into his mouth. The smell of Larry's cologne and cock and spent sperm filled Rick's nostrils as he started to chew and choke on the gob within his mouth, but he did not rebel nor reveal his disgust for fear that Penny might do something worse.

"Look Rick, just nod if that will make it easier for you to communicate, OK?" Penny instructed, as she fingered problematic bits and pieces of her panties, neatly into the corners of Rick's panty packed mouth.

"Do you like the smell of Larry's cock on my Panties? ...Well do you?"

Standing almost frozen, Rick waited several seconds, before ever so slightly, nodding a feeble yes.

"You are really a piece, you know it? What about this, what if Larry feels my ass?" Penny inquired as she forcefully grabbed Larry's hand and held it against her butt.

Again, Rick stood almost lifeless, before slowly but inarguably giving his approval, all-the-while, Larry feebly attempted to pull his hand away from Penny's grasp and mishandling. Penny took her time as Rick doddled, using her hand unyieldingly on top of Larry's, forcing him to knead, pat, and fondle her precious ass, gruffly.

"You really don't care do you? You'd probably like to unwrap me just like a birthday present for your friend, wouldn't you? ....Well?"

"Well forget it." Penny disciplined, and without waiting for a response she pulled Larry's hands towards the bottom edges of her tank top, lifting it up to the point where her nipples were exposed. "You had your chance, now it's time for you to pay for your slackness. Now just keep your trap shut and do what I tell you to do."

With Penny leading the assemblage towards the den, perforce Larry trotted clumsily and childlike behind, while Rick followed behind them like a lost puppy, yelping muffled complaints and whimpering helplessly. Parts of her panties dangled out of his mouth like a chew toy, while Rick watched Penny continue using Larry's hands to grope her ass and breasts, and pinch her supple nipples.

"Larry, tell us something." Penny instructed before Larry could begin to get a word of his own in edgewise. "Would you want your wife, if you had one, to be exploited? And would you even think of handing out intimate photographs of her, like candy, to all of your so called friends?" Penny said sassily, as she splayed her naughty naked Glamour Photos across the floor.

"Well, to tell the truth, probably not." Larry answered slowly, while firmly squeezing Penny's titties and pointing her upwardly turned nipples towards Rick.

"Thank you for your honesty Larry, I wish Rick could be a little more like you, but as it is, he will just have to suffer the consequences of his stubborn illusions." Penny illuminated, as she turned around and directed Larry's hands to the buttons and snaps of her shorty shorts.

Penny held out her hand like a flat wall, motioning Rick to hold still while she and Larry finished removing her shorts. With a seductive and fluid motion she wiggled her thonged butt in Larry's face, as he squatted behind her, sifting her shorts out from under her high heeled feet. Next, Penny adeptly unfastened Larry's belt and pants, letting them crumple at his feet and impetuously reached inside his silk boxers to extricate his expanding groin muscle, displaying it for Rick to consider.




Caught



"How about you show Rick exactly what you like to do with my panties?" Penny suggested to Larry, as she stepped out of her peach colored thong, and handed it to him commandingly.

Finding it necessary to assist Larry in following her instructions, Penny draped her panties over Larry's prominently erect cock, and once again guided his hands with hers, to stroke his swollen member whilst piloting it towards her open and voracious mouth. Since working out and loosing the few extra pounds Penny had enjoyed the extra flexibility her body allowed, but never had she enjoyed it more than this very moment, when she found it easy to remain standing in her high heels, leaning all the way over, so that her juicy crotch peeked out at her wimpy husband. Penny had to admit that it was terribly erotic to humiliate, and be acting like a slut, right in front of Rick. Even when she thought that maybe she had spotted a subtle tear welling up in Rick's eye, she suffered no remorse, but only wanted to increase her abandon; and so, glancing over her shoulder, looking up her arched back, Penny asserted;

"Don't act like you don't want this Rick, I know you do, you just don't have the guts to say it out loud, now just sit back and take your medicine; no, on second thought, make yourself useful and prep me for doing want I need to do to make you happy." And that being said, Penny immediately turned back towards Larry completely engulfing his panty wrapped cock.

"'Prep' you?" Rick muttered through the tainted panties in his mouth.

"Get over here and lick my cunt for Larry to fuck, that's what I'm talking about!" Penny barked, as she took a moment to catch her breath before eagerly returning to devour the entire length of Larry's scantily clad dick.

Rick stood motionless, as if in a trance, while watching his wife graphically demonstrate her willingness and ability to be a complete slut. The extreme fatness of Larry's cock appeared difficult for Penny to swallow as her lips stretched wide and worked hard against the swollen mass, inching it, in pulses, deep into her mouth and throat. Rick could not tell if he was afraid, angry or happy about what he was witnessing, and now that Penny was calling him to participate in her wanton and whorish activity, all he could think was that he loved her dearly and could not afford to lose her. As he approached her from behind and removed the odorous clump from beneath his nose, he could smell the sweet vanilla fragrance of Penny's cologne. consequently, Rick found it impossible to resist the inviting oscillation and wiggling of Penny's voluptuous hindquarters, and fell to his knees behind her, licking and slurping with all his might upon the cleavages of her ripe ass and succulent labia.

Penny moaned gutturally against the head of Larry's penis as she continued to munch on his throbbing cock while he bucked against her face repeatedly, driving his dick and panty cloak into her throat. Realizing that Rick was starting to enjoy himself a little too much, and that Larry's cum was about to prematurely discharge itself into her throat, Penny lifted herself off the teetering protrusion. Delicately unwrapping the sodden cock like a Birthday gift, and gently kissing it on the tip of its' head, Penny presented it for her husband's inspection as she spoke.

"I hope you are proud of yourself, Rick, because of your haphazard way of dealing with our relationship, you get to watch this big fat cock, fuck your pretty little wife. Do you think your ready for that?"

"Well um, uh, I always have fantasized about having a 'menage a trois' and as far as being ready, I think I am." Rick mustered, as he pitifully undertook to show Penny that he too, had a hard-on.

"No no no, you don't get it, this is not for you to enjoy, this is for you to 'meditate' on." Penny enlightened Rick, as she ushered Larry to the floor, and quickly mounted him, riding his cock until it finally disappeared and sloshed inside her cunt.

Not believing that he was to be completely excluded from the celebration, Rick undressed and tried to press his 'little stiffy' into Penny's anus, only to receive a pert scolding and a backhanded smack from Penny's chastising hand. Being rebuffed, Rick resigned himself to relishing the taste of Penny's undulating ass crack by pressing his nose as deep as he could into her anus, licking sloppily towards her cock loaded cunt. Even when Penny acrimoniously reached around and slapped the side of his face, Rick pressed ever harder and deeper into the folds of her bottom, firmly planting his nose in her ass hole and lapping at her adulterous crotch, with his tongue. Rick wasn't sure if Penny's loud and boisterous howls were a credit to him or Larry, he simply knew that he had to do the best he could to let her ride out the fiery passion she now possessed.

"I love you." Rick murmured slatheringly into Penny's butt.

"I don't remember telling you that you could remove my panties from your mouth.", Penny vented, and suddenly stood up, much to Larry's dismay, due to his rising orgasm.

Penny then looked at Rick momentarily and scornfully as if sizing him up for the first time. Then, picking up the thong panties, moistly mixed with her throat saliva and Larry's pre-cum, Penny marched over and picked up the discarded satin pair and blended them together into a odious mass of soggy materiel, as she strutted back to the only cock that was apparently going to get to penetrate her lovely orifices. Naturally letting her high heels accentuate her every move, Penny returned to Larry and wheeled around, facing her husband and squatting backwards, hovering over Larry's vertical shaft. Penny's tank top was still propped above her breast, and served well to accentuate her quivering breasts, thus taunting her frustrated husband.

"But if you must speak, I want you to tell Larry something for me."

"Anything you want honey." Rick said compliantly, thinking and secretly hoping that it might be time, for 'Larry', to suffer some of the indignation he was receiving.

"I want you to tell.., no.., beg Larry to fuck your wife's pretty ass, so you can watch and jerk off!"

"Gosh hon, I thought you didn't like me doing it in your butt dear, don't you always say it isn't natural; and uncomfortable?"

"Yes." Penny replied. "I do think it's unnatural and uncomfortable, but you keep forgetting, this lesson is for you to learn, not me. Now are you going to do what I told you to do, or are we going to have to take this elsewhere and leave you out of the picture entirely?"

"OK, well here goes honey, but remember this is just because I love you."

"Oh hush up all that lovey dovey stuff, you know you like to watch him fuck me, now tell him, and me, 'out loud'."

"OK, ehem, Larry I would like to thank you for fucking my wife and making her howl, and now I would like to ask you to 'please' fuck my wife Penny, in her ass, so that I can watch and jack off."

"Jerk off!" Penny corrected.

"Oh, I'm sorry, so I can jerk off my puny dick, while you satisfy her with your giant cock. Is that better?"

"Much better, now eat my cock used cunt darling." Penny ordered sadistically.

Penny always kept her pussy freshly shaven, as it was now, with a delicate line of fine peach fuzz, topping her sorely reddened cock-fucked hole. Rick had gone to the trouble of tongue bathing Penny's pussy on several occasions after he had had sex with her, even after he had cummed, but this was very different; with the pure odor of Larry's maleness still lingering strongly, Rick knelt and lapped, shallowly at first and then progressively deeper until he was once again nose and tongue deep into the crevasse. As Penny's derrière descended, she skillfully reached behind herself and propped Larry's slippery wand forward with her fingertips until it rested firmly against Rick's chin.

"Rick darling would you do the honors of putting this where it needs to go?" Penny requested, as she faked politeness and intent.

Then waiting until Rick had overcome his fear, and positioned his hand within the danger zone, Penny tilted back and dropped abruptly, slamming Larry's cock into the furthest reaches of her cunt, while smashing Rick's hand cruelly and bathing it with her Pussy nectar. Though obviously being the cause of the mistargeting, Penny reprimanded Rick sharply, ordering tyrannically "NO", "NOT THERE", and, "MY ASSHOLE, 'ASSHOLE'", each time Rick would try, again and again, to hold more firmly and guide more accurately, Larry's sodden protrusion. Finally making the mark, with Penny using both of her hands to pry open the cheeks of her ass, Penny settled down with a sigh and moan upon the large rod. Unmannerly pulling Rick's face back to clean up the soppy mess beneath her, Rick's tongue performed obligingly, unavoidably touching and tasting, the juices that flowed out and down the massive shaft that was now inching it's way into the depths of Penny's ass.

Fatefully, Rick murmured Once again "I love you," into Penny's depraved crotch, thinking she would not hear him as she was shrieking loudly and venomously with each thrust of Larry's cock. 

"I heard that Rick, and I don't remember telling you to speak!" Penny snarled. "So stand up here and put this back where it belongs."

When Rick had stood up and recognized the ball of panties being readied for his mouth, he had no questions, and did not resist, but obediently opened his mouth for Penny to roughly stuff them in. Standing in front of his beautiful wife who was being ass fucked by their house guest, Rick was overcome by desire and could not help but start to jack off his stiff penis, and as he did, he was not surprised when his lovely wife responded in turn by smacking his cock harshly, preemptively halting him from being able to cum. Nevertheless, Rick continued to try to get his penis near Penny's bewitching face, and endured the harsh treatment as she overtly ignored and pushed him away. He was a little surprised though, when Penny cleared her throat and irreverently spat on his penis, but, realizing that this was as close as he was going to be able to get, he made the most of it, by holding his dick out humbly requesting more. Using her spittle for lubrication as he humiliated himself before her, Rick happily accepted Penny's abuse as she spit on, and painfully slapped his aching penis.

Not knowing that it was her intention to prevent him from getting any of his sperm on her tank top, but mistakenly thinking it was an invitation to suck on Penny's bouncing titties and perky nipples, as Penny finished removing her crumpled tank top, Rick leaned forward, sneaking the panties out of his mouth and puckering, only to receive a firm slap on the side of his face.

"I'm sorry honey, I just wanted to kiss my sweet wife." Rick apologized, rubbing his cheek and chin.

Only after pleading for several minutes, while Penny ignored him, bouncing furiously upon Larry's enormous pogo stick, was Rick given an opportunity to kiss his wife. As difficult as it was, Rick did his best to synchronize with the perpetual up and down motion of his wife to place a kiss upon her pouting lips. Unfortunately for Rick, just as he thought he would have the rhythm down, Penny would speed up or slow down, purposely avoiding his glancing kisses. Penny did 'her best' to drift away, not making eye contact nor any sign of being aware that her husband was playing audience to her illicit behavior, and strangely enough, Rick found it terribly exciting to be subjected to such humiliation and almost spontaneously began to cum, imperfectly guiding his sperm to land on Penny's heaving chest.

Noticing that her upper torso was splattered with Rick's cum, Penny lovingly reached out for him and them forcefully indicated for him to clean her with his tongue. Accordingly Rick lustily complied, enjoying for the first time that day, the taste, though tainted with the salty repugnance of his own spent sperm, of Penny's delicious nipples. Not wanting to make Rick's job any easier than it was, Penny erupted into a full gallop, smearing and smashing her titties against her husband's face while stimulating her butt fucking house guest to a climax.

Upon successfully using her ass to squeeze every last bit of cum from Larry's dick, Penny spun around, winking at Larry, and began to suck his dirty cock, expertly cleaning and licking every nook and cranny, while finally making eye contact with her husband. Though actually disgusted, Penny continued, knowing it was having the desired effect of making her husband wonder, because she had never done such things with him before, if maybe he had made a mistake by prodding her to wander. Without taking a break from her appearance of savoring the flavor of her ass-cock, Penny informed Rick that it was his job to 'cleanup' 'her' backside, by reaching around and pointing him there.

Understanding that this was probably the beginning of a very different arrangement for him and his wife, and that he was going to have to accommodate whatever Penny bid, Rick fell, decisively broken, sobbing as he began to use his tongue to dig the clumps of semen oozing from Penny's delicious rump.

"Now do you comprehend why I told you that it is important for us to start doing a better job of communicating?"

Said Penny, as she stood atop her high-heels, gazing down her nose at her downtrodden husband.

"Yes sugar." Rick answered thoughtfully, staring at her audacious ass that wiggled magically as she gathered her scattered clothing and retired to their bedroom shutting the door behind her.

Still thinking that maybe they were still men, the two friends high-fived, snickering indecently, as they congratulated each other. What they didn't know was that Penny was about to spoil their fun.

"Here you go little boys, have yourself a ball." Penny said as she sprung from the bedroom, tossing a video tape, additional photographs, and a few pairs of her lacy panties, at the two stunned men. "I am going to find me a real man!"

Penny was looking very sexy, wearing her tightest, shortest, mini-skirt, and sheerest cream colored blouse that clearly portrayed the outline and protrusion, of her thinly sheathed nipples, as they synchronously danced with each of her steps, behind their thin veil. Not wanting to leave any doubt, Penny stopped short of the front door, reaching down to sanctimoniously tug on the tops of each of her high-heeled bobby socks, presenting to both of the men, still sitting on the floor, the fact that she was not wearing 'any' of her fancy underwear.

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Epilogue: Of course the video was recorded by Dr. Lowe during Penny's "Art Class" session and the photographs were the explicit ones of Penny, actually doing the photographer, during her "Glamour Shot Photo" session..

Thank you for reading & Hope you have enjoyed this series.

I have truly enjoyed diving in to the story and getting the capital feedback! Even the crude stuff!



Caught



When I walked in on you last night, I caught you doing exactly what you said you've been doing, your legs drawn up so that your knees were up near the sides of your full breasts. You seemed a bit startled at first, but quickly recognized that it was me, and something in my look assured you that it was all right to go on. And you did, a little self consciously at first, but then as if you were putting on a show for me as well as yourself.

"Keep your legs drawn up like that, that is my only request for the moment," I said. I did not touch you, but rather walked around you, looking closely at your face and hair, which was a little mussed, then your breasts and belly. With your legs like that, your pussy was tilted upwards and spread well open. Bending down to inspect more closely, I took a good look -- your outer labia were puffy and flushed, your inner lips long and dark, fluttering out from your center like butterfly wings. Your clit lying between those delicate lips -- a pretty little nub, more than a nub, really a tiny finger almost, or a tiny cock. Your pubic hair was damp and I was able to catch a good whiff of your strong, electrifying scent.

As you continued, i took my own clothes off, and as my boxers came off you could see my erection spring out at attention. Red, pulsing with my heartbeats, its smooth bulbous head flaring out from the shaft and tapering down to the tip, which had an opening like a little eye. I stood before you, my cock over your open legs. "Don't forget, we have all night," I said. And with that, I lowered the shaft onto your vulva, laying it between your glistening lips -- ohh, the touch of you -- you were warm and wet there, and I know that you enjoyed the sensation as much or more than i did. I moved the shaft up and down, slowly, gently, in your slit, moistening my cock with your juices. You began to moan.

I stood up and moved my hips away from you, placing my hand, pressing, where my cock had been, so that you would not feel the absence of it so much, too quickly. Removing my hand, i stood before you and slid my palm up and down my shaft, up and over the head, coated with your liquid. Your hands moved down to touch yourself and we watched each other pleasure ourselves. I bent down over you and kissed your mouth, our tongues stroking each other. I kissed your breasts, lingering over each nipple and sucking it, squeezing it between my lips, nibbling gently, then a bit harder. I touched my cock to your breasts, sliding it over their soft firm flesh.

This could not go on much longer, I could tell by my own reactions and by looking at you. Looking around the room, I found your panties on the floor and picked them up, and as you watched, and as I stroked with one hand, I touched the fabric to my hips, my lower belly, my pubic hair, over my cock, then wiped them over the wrinkled skin of my scrotum -- that touch was what finally caused the liquid to rise from somewhere beneath my pubic bone, up into the tube that runs along the underside of my cock, and then the spasms took over -- I needed to squeeze, eject, ejaculate my semen out and into the crotch of your panties, filling it with a warm white gel as you yourself came, screaming, your face contorted with pleasure, your fingers clasping at yourself. Both of us were breathless, glowing, as we gazed at each other.

But I had more in mind for you. I needed some time to recover, but you were once again ready for more, so I knelt in front of your open thighs, my face at the level of your very relaxed and satisfied pussy. With your legs like that, I could look right into you - you were open, leaking your clear liquid, which ran down to the cleft of your buttocks. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against yours, firmly, and your hips pressed back into me. I pulled back slightly, then extended my lips in a kiss, moving my lips as they met yours, nudging them in to separate your inner labia. Feeling your clit inside, I made my lips into an "o", taking it inside my lips and kissing, squeezing it between my lips, sucking a bit, manipulating you there. Slipping my tongue up along your slit, up towards your clit, sliding its warm slippery touch up and down your lips, taking each inner lip between mine and caressing its length. My tongue slid further down, slithering its way to your entrance, pressing hard along the strong muscle that guards the entrance, tracing that "o" before pushing its way inside you, just barely inside at first, but then pushing in, in as far as I could extend my tongue -- you pressed into my face to help it, to take as much in as you could and still there was not enough tongue to fill you. 

I returned to the top of your vulva, kissing the place where the lips all come together at a peak, kissing and sucking your clit, my fingers pressing alongside your outer lips and then alongside your pubic bone and the place where your leg meets your body, that soft crevasse. Pressing with my fingers alongside your opening, and down to the area below there, between there and your anus. Your hips thrust more insistently now, and your cries begged for me to continue. I pushed a finger inside you, continuing to kiss your upper vulva, then another finger, and I could tell that another climax was imminent -- so I reached down and found your panties, the ones I had come in, the ones with the crotch still filled with my sperm, and I put that wet fabric against you and, as I continued to eat you, pressed it into you, filling you inside with the fabric that was soaked with my come. You knew it, you knew what it was, and more than even the touch of it, the idea of it drove you wild and your contractions began, hips bucking, that muscle at your opening contracting hard, squeezing the panties inside you, squeezing out the semen, which ran both into your body and seeped out of your opening as you wrapped your legs around my head, squeezing, bucking, crying my name, oh, ohhh, ohhhhh nickkkkkkk!

By this time, my erection had returned and was aching. I stood over you -- you were breathless, spent, glowing. You pulled your legs up again, and I placed the head of my cock at your entrance, which was tilted up towards the ceiling. I drove down into you, slowly, deliberately, then withdrew all but my very tip before driving down hard, fast, deep into you. Your breasts rocked to the rhythm I established, and I wanted them in my mouth but this could not happen as I drove into you again and again, unrestrained until I ejaculated again, this time into your innermost depths, far inside you, the tip of my cock near the opening of your womb, coating it with that same white gel. I collapsed on top of you and we fell asleep intertwined. 

(comments welcomed)



Caught



Don sat watching outside Diane's house, as the cold drizzle fell upon his windshield. He had his car hidden behind the pole barn, at the back of the house. He was sure that Diane wouldn't see it from the driveway when she pulled in. His watch kept glaring at him. As each second passed, he became more and more enraged. He was going to get even with this slut. Diane was his wife, she had lied, and he was going to see to it that she explained why. 

"I'm really tired," she told him earlier. "My sister is here and we're just talking about nothing, girl stuff, she said. "We might go out and have a drink. I'll just see you when you get home from work in the morning." 

He kept repeating those lines of their conversation, in his head, over and over. Every word she said kept cutting through his mind. He was obsessed with the fact that she had cheated once before, and he was sure that she was doing it again. 

His watch caught his attention. It was now 2:48 AM as he watched the car approaching her house. 

"What a fucking bitch," he said to himself as the unfamiliar car pulled into her long driveway. 

He sat quietly, watching as two people emerged from the car. It was Diane, and that was not her sister. She was out with another man. His rage continued to grow. He could feel a sickening swirl in his stomach. 

He watched as the couple walked towards the door. He continued watching as Diane stopped, and turned to face the stranger. She reached up, putting her arms around his neck, and began kissing him. 

"That fucking whore thinks she is making a fool of me," Don was thinking to himself. "That fucking bitch!" 

His rage continued growing. He was going to find out exactly what has been going on. She was going to give him the truth, at all costs. "Enough is enough," he thought. 

After watching a few more of their deep kisses, the stranger released his grip on Diane, and she turned to open the door. They quickly disappeared inside, while Don sat, trying to figure out his next move. 

He waited patiently for the lights to come on. He was sure that she wouldn't take him into the very bed where they had made love so many times. "Surely, she wouldn't do that," he thought to himself. 

A few more minutes passed before he decided to exit his car, and see for himself, what was going on inside. He was obsessed with the visions of what was going on. He could hear them, in his mind, the two of them laughing, as they played naked, on the very bed he bought for her. The poster bed that they had played on so many times. He knew that they were laughing at him as they played. Don reached for his baseball bat before quietly closing the car door. As he approached the house, he could see that the only lights on were in the bedroom. 

"That fucking whore...that fucking bitch," he kept saying as he approached the front door, with his keys and bat in hand. 

Don slowly, and quietly, slid his key into the lock. The bedroom was in the back of the house. She surely wouldn't hear anyone coming in the front. 

He opened the door and slipped inside. As he made his way down the hall, he stepped across a pile of wet clothing. They couldn't wait, and yes, they were in the bedroom. 

As Don stood silently by the bedroom door, he could smell the heavy stench of alcohol. He listened to hear what was being said inside. There was nothing, not a sound. He stood, wondering what route to take. Should he wait? Should he enter? He was now lost in his approach to make them aware of his presence. 

He slowly peaked around the door. He could see that they had wasted no time. Diane was lying naked, on her side, and had her red lips tightly wrapped around Chuck's thick, hardened cock, and her fingers squeezing around the base. He could see her pumping his swollen dick as she gently sucked at the head. 

She's such a beauty. No more than five feet tall, with long blonde, waist length, hair. She has such a tightly wrapped ass. Don had always teased her about having a black girls ass, nice and fully rounded. She had small and firm, yet meaty titties with large brown nipples that covered most of her tits. 

"Fucking whore," Don thought to himself. "I'll teach that slut to fuck with me." 

As Diane ran her tongue across Chucks balls, Don heard a familiar voice. "Where's the dimmer switch?" 

"It's Chuck!" Don realized. "It's Chucks dick that she's sucking. How could he do this?" Don thought to himself. He and Chuck had been friends since grade school, and now he was fucking Diane. 

"The switch? It's beside the door," Diane told him as Don watched her release her grip on his dick. 

Chuck crawled from the bed and walked towards the switch. Don hurriedly stepped inside the bedroom door with his bat held high. 

"You fucking asshole," Don yelled as he graced the bedroom doorway. How the fuck could you guys do this to me?" He screamed. 

Diane quickly sprang up from the bed, completely naked, and obviously shaken, from the surprise. Chuck stopped in his tracks. He too, was naked and his swollen cock was standing straight out, pointing at Don. 

"What the fuck...?" Chuck asked as he stood in preparation to defend himself from Don's bat. "What the fuck is going on?" 

"Don," screamed Diane, "its not...its not what you think." 

Diane and Chuck were frozen in their tracks. They knew that they had been caught. There was no way to explain this. 

"Shut up!" Don said. "Just shut the fuck up!" 

Don told Chuck and Diane not to move. He said if they came towards him, he would use the bat against the side of their heads. No one moved as Don stood, visibly shaking, and wondering what to do next. 

"Get your ass back to the bed," Don commanded, as he looked at Chuck. 

Chuck slowly backed away from Don, and sat on the edge of the bed, beside Diane. "You fucking whore," Don said as he looked back and forth between the both of them. "You want some dick?" He asked. "Can't you ever get enough?" 

Diane said nothing as she sat, covering herself, beside Chuck, and watching Don with his bat held high. 

"You want some dick, bitch?" He again asked. "Go ahead...go ahead and suck his cock. Do it now!" 

Diane, was thoroughly frightened. She had been caught. She had never seen Don like this before. Chuck sat defenseless beside her as his swollen, uncircumcised cock, had now shriveled back into its sheath of foreskin. 

"I said to suck his dick," Don again shouted as he looked at Diane and Chuck sitting on the bed. "And I mean do it now!" 

Diane stood and reached out to Don, asking him to calm down, and let her explain. Don saw red as she stood, trying to make him look foolish in front of his friend. He swung the bat in her direction. "I said to suck his dick!" Don screamed as he stepped forward in her direction. 

Chuck sat quietly on the bed as he watched Don in his frenzied manner. He wasn't about to try to stop Don from doing anything. Don was normally a quiet person and Chuck knew, only too well, that Don was serious. 

"NO BITCH!" Don screamed. "First get some of my ties from the closet, now!" 

Diane started to back away from Don and slowly made her way to the closet to grab a handful of ties. She then turned and walked back towards the bed. She sat beside Chuck and placed her hand upon his naked thigh. 

"Please...," she said quietly, looking up. "Don...," she said. 

"Tie him up...and you...lay down asshole," Don said to Chuck as he took a step towards the bed. "Lay down now, and spread eagle!" 

Chuck looked at Don and protested, asking if they could talk. He explained that there was no reason to do all of this. Chucks calmness only served to make Don that much more irritated. "You heard me Bitch...now tie up that Mother-fucker," Don commanded. "Tie him to the bed!" 

Chuck laid down and spread across the bed as Diane reached to begin tying him to the bedposts. Don watched carefully, as the naked girl moved around the bed with the ties. Don carefully checked each knot as Diane finished with it. 

When he was satisfied that Chuck was thoroughly tied down, he grabbed Diane by the back of her hair and told her to come with him. He was really getting excited as he watched her naked ass, quivering with each step that she took. Don pushed Diane towards her dresser. 

"Panties you little whore...the little white cotton ones that I like," he said, "put em on...now!" Diane looked at Don as if he had lost his mind. She, however, obeyed what he had ordered her to do. She reached down into her underwear drawer and pulled out a white pair of cotton panties. 

"These?" She questioned as she looked up at Don. 

Don let her hair go and told her to put them on. He liked them. They would sometimes role play. He would have her put on a short skirt, and her hair in pigtails. They normally did this after they had been out drinking. 

Diane put on her little white panties and stood before Don, waiting for his next command. Don was glaring at Chuck, lying tied to the bed, and reached down to rub his hand across the soft material that was now covering Diane's pussy. 

"Look good?" He asked as he looked at Chuck while rubbing the lips of Diane's pussy through the thin material. "You've been fucking this bitch, haven't you?" He asked. 

Don pushed Diane and made his way into the family room to the liquor cabinet. He grabbed the half gallon of Jim Beam that was sitting on the shelf. 

As they reentered the bedroom, Don pushed Diane onto the bed. Handing her the bottle, he commanded her to take a drink, and then hold he bottle and give a drink to her lover. 

Diane did as she was told. She turned the bottle up and took a healthy drink. She shook her head as the bourbon burned its way down her throat. She then held the bottle to Chucks lips and gave him the same healthy drink. Don reached for the bottle and took a big swig for himself. "Now bitch...Don said as he kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his pants, sliding them down and over his ankles, "Suck his dick, and I mean now!" 

Diane looked up at Don, "Honey...please relax" she said. 

"You heard me," Don said as he took a step towards Diane with his fist held high. "I said, suck his dick!" 

Diane leaned over Chuck, and took all of his cock into her mouth. She began, slowly, bobbing her head, as she wrapped her fingers around the limp tool. Chuck laid helpless, on the bed, as Don watched Diane with her lips tightly wrapped around Chucks dick. 

Don felt his own cock starting to grow as he watched his wife sucking at the head of his friends dick. He commanded Diane to take it from her mouth and jack him off. They all watched as the head of Chucks cock began emerging from the foreskin, as Diane, with her fingers wrapped around it, slowly pumped it with her soft fingers. 

Don stood behind her, looking at her ass, in her white, cotton panties, as she laid across the bed playing with the large head of Chucks cock. He loved seeing her in these panties. He walked to the bed and ran a finger across the material covering the crack of her ass, as he massaged the head of his own dick. 

"Stop," Don said as he sat on the bed beside Diane. "Now bitch, stop!" 

Chuck's cock was now rock hard, as hard as Don's own cock. He told her to lie on top of Chuck, and to put her pussy in his face. Diane obeyed Don's command, as he continued looking at her ripe ass, lying on top of Chuck, in her little panties. 

"Smell it Chuck." Don said. "Does it smell good? The fragrance of pussy is sooo good." Don reached behind Chuck's head and lifted his face to the crotch of Diane's panties. 

"Taste it," Don said to Chuck, "and while you're down there, you can suck his dick," he said to Diane. 

Don could hear the rate of Chuck's breathing increase as he sniffed the fragrance of Diane's pussy through the panties, while Diane sucked at his cock. Don slid a finger inside the elastic and pushed them aside, revealing the lips of Diane's wet pussy to Chuck. 

"Taste it," he said to Chuck, "run your tongue into those lips...I'm sure you've had it before." 

Chuck ran his tongue across the length of Diane's pussy. He made it from her cunt to her tightly puckered asshole. Diane quivered with each stroke of the tongue to her ass. 

Don, again placed his hand around his own cock and began pumping it as he watched Chuck licking and kissing the lips of Diane's pussy. 

"Fuck this," Don said as he reached for the ties that bound Chuck's hands. "I want to see you fuck her." 

Don untied Chuck as he watched Diane continuing to suck at the head of Chuck's bulbous cock. Chuck immediately reached up, and placed his hands between Diane's legs to push aside the panties and spread her lips, in order to get his tongue in and around her awaiting pussy. 

Don placed his hand to the panties and ripped them from across her crotch, telling Chuck to eat her. 

Don sat watching as the two lay, in a 69 position, eating away at each others genitals. Don crawled on to the bed with his own cock standing straight up and rubbed it across Diane's forehead as she licked at Chucks balls. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head up. 

"Suck this!" He said when she looked up, and into his eyes. 

Diane took Don's cock into her mouth and licked around the head as she reached up and began rubbing across the bottom of his balls. Every few seconds, she would tense up as Chuck's tongue would reach her asshole. 

Don pulled his cock from Diane's lips and told her to roll over onto her back. Diane obeyed Don's command and rolled off of Chuck, and onto the bed. 

He pushed Diane's legs apart and crawled between them. He began rubbing the head of his own dick up and down between the lips of her pussy. With each stroke of his cock, she would lift herself to meet him, trying to get him inside of her. She reached out to pull Don closer to her. 

"No way baby," he said, "I am going to see you fuck Chuck first." 

Chuck was lying beside them as Don teased Diane with his cock. Chuck's cock was standing straight up as Don pushed Diane onto her side, to face him. 

Chuck turned onto his side and Diane immediately put her arms around him, and her leg over him, pushing her pussy up against his cock. Don reached out and put his hand across her ass, pulling her cheeks apart, to reveal her opened lips for Chuck to enter her. 

Chuck wasted no time sticking the head of his swollen dick into Diane. Don watched as Chucks cock stretched her lips, and disappeared into her opened pussy. He continued pulling her cheeks apart so that he could see Chuck's cock sliding in and out of her. 

Don's own cock was pulsing from seeing the two as they fucked on the bed. He reached his had to his mouth, and put plenty of saliva into it. He began rubbing it across Diane's asshole as he continued watching her take Chucks' cock into her. He could see her tighten her ass each time he ran his finger across it. 

Don laid behind Diane, and began running his cock along her wet ass, searching for the tight opening. Chuck slowed his pumping to allow Don to find the spot he was looking for. 

When Chuck stopped his movements, Don slid the head of his cock into Diane's ass. He could feel her tense up when he had only the head of his cock into her tight ass. He reached around Diane and pulled himself closer to her, and slowly slid the rest of his cock inside of her, as she groaned with pain and pleasure. 

Don reached down to pull Diane's cheeks apart as far as he could. He wanted to enter her all the way. The heat of her body and the feel of her cheeks only served to excite him, as Chuck fucked at her pussy. 

Chuck's, pumping slowed as Diane attempted to greet both cocks, from either side. Don continued pumping deep into her ass from behind. He could feel Chuck's cock against his own as it slid into Diane's pussy. Diane was moaning with the pain and pleasure that she received form both cocks. 

Within minutes, Diane's body began to stiffen with waves of pleasure as she began to cum. Chucks movements became erratic as he too reached his orgasm and shoved his cock into Diane with increasing intensity. 

Don could hold back no longer. His own cock had stiffened with the coming orgasm. He pulled Diane as close as he could and shoved his cock in as far as it could go, filling her ass with cum as she pushed her ass against him, grinding and squeezing every ounce of cum that she could. Everything stopped. It took a few moments before the three of them could start breathing normally. 

The room was quiet as Diane said, "I've got an idea. Next weekend lets pretend that I'm a hooker and I pick both of you up in a bar, take you to a hotel, and fuck your brains out."



Caught



Oh this is so good. Bent over the sofa, being fucked from behind. I know its wrong, my husband out working, and I’m here, at home, fucking. Call me a slut, I know its true, but that doesn’t alter the fact that I love this so much. This sex is so much better for knowing that I shouldn’t be dong it. Should be hoovering or ironing or something. Add to that the fact that’s its my brother I’m screwing and I’m pretty sure that makes me a very bad girl. 

So there I am. Clothes half on half off. Bent over, with Dave gripping my hips and pulling me onto his cock. His overalls round his ankles. God it feels so good. He knows just how to fuck, knows how to make me scream. Knows how to make me cum. My face is pink, I can see it reflected in the living room mirror, the one I chose with Daniel, my husband. Dave fucks me harder, I know he is getting ready to cum, and his hand slips round to my clit, and rolls it between his finger and thumb, as he bangs into me. Perfect. That will do it for me every time, and I’m just thinking I’m gonna cum with him when…

“SHIT!”

I hear the front door open. 

And all hell lets loose.

There is a brief second where I think how I might try to get away with it. Dive behind the sofa. Pull my clothes on at the speed of light. Run up the stairs. But all these appealing options become useless when I trip over Dave’s overalls and land sprawled in heap at his feet. Unfortunately then I start laughing. Probably not the best reaction to the situation – cos that means that when Daniel walks in Dave is standing there, cock hanging limp by now, and I’m lying on the floor, at his feet laughing hysterically.

Then I look up and catch Daniels face. It looks like thunder. He’s not a violent man, but I think he will hit Dave, or me, not sure which. 

“What the hell is going on?”

Dave just gawps.

I stutter, and try to get to my feet to pull my clothes together. Daniel, however, has crossed the room, and puts his hand firmly on my shoulder, holding me on the floor.

“Don’t bother, I can see what’s going on.” Then to me “You dirty fucking bitch!”

I gasp, never has Daniel spoken to me like that!

He bends down, and twists my arm to my back. I cry out. “OW! Daniel!”

Daniel has pinned my hands together behind my back, and holding them with one hand drags me to my feet by my hair with the other. Pulling, twisting, turning, I try to pull away from him, but his grip just tightens. I’m standing, he’s still holding my hands, and his other hand pulls off his tie, and has bound my hands before I can speak.

“Dave! Do something “ I beg

“Dave, fuck off!” Daniel tells him and Dave legs it.

“Dan, please,” I’m begging again, but Dan doesn’t even look at me. He pushes me down to my knees again, so I’m kneeling with my hands behind me. He picks up my knickers from the floor, and passes them under his nose. “Dirty fucking slut!” he spits. I open my mouth to protest, although I don’t know what I could say, and Dan takes that opportunity to push the knickers into my mouth. 

“Shut the fuck up bitch” 

I can only beg with my eyes, but somehow it has no effect.

Daniel still standing, puts one hand under my chin, lifts my face to his, and the look in his eyes is enough to knock me out. His other hand smoothes my cheek, he looks so sad. I almost pity him. SMACK! His hand cracks against my cheek. I yelp into my knickers. 

“You are nothing but a tart. A dirty slut. I work my arse off for you, for us, and here you are bent over, offering your dirty little cunt to my brother. What the fuck did you think you were doing?”

“mmmmmmm mmmmmm mm”

“SHUT UP! I don’t want to hear you, you slag! What makes you think you are worth listening to? Not worth anything, not a thing. Just a worthless pussy, opening for anyone who cares to use it.”

SLAP, his hand hits me from the other side.

My shirt, which was already hanging open, is ripped away, and his fingers cruelly pinch my exposed nipple. 

“Well its my turn now – I’m getting some” And he unzips his pants. I’m pretty surprised to see he has a huge hard on already. He pulls the knickers from my mouth, and grips my hair, pulling my mouth towards his cock.

“Suck bitch”

“Dan!” I cry out as soon as my mouth is free. “Don’t, please, I’m sorry “

“Oh your gonna be more than sorry, now fucking well suck and make a good job of it.”

I suck, for all I’m worth. Feeling frightened now. What did he mean? More than sorry? I was sorry truly! That I’d been caught out anyway…

My face felt hot on both cheeks, as I sucked. That had shocked me; Dan had never raised a finger to me before. I struggled to keep my balance with my hands tied, and gagged as his cock hit my throat. He seemed to like that and laughed.

I think I’m doing quite a good job, his eyes are closed and he looks really into it, when he pulls back harshly, shoving my face away from him. “God woman, what the fuck are you trying to do? Can’t even give a decent blow job. What am I going to do with you? You cheat on me, with my own brother, then treat my cock like it’s not worth the effort.” 

Looking up from my kneeling position, I watch, wide eyed, as he unbuckles his belt. Slowly, deliberately, slides it out from the loops, looking into my eyes all the while. Holds it, then doubles it, and yanks the ends so it makes that slapping noise against itself. I tremble, and open my mouth to protest again. 

“Told you I don’t wanna hear you.” And the knickers are shoved back in.

“Arse up – move it bitch.” He orders

My eyes widen, and I shake my head violently

My head is grabbed and pushed to the floor, forcing my arse in the air. 

“Don’t fucking move”

I squeeze my eyes shut, and find a tear running down my face. Dan sees it, and for a moment I think that he feels sorry for me. 

“Don’t give me your crocodile tears bitch “

And WHHACK!! his belt curls across my raised arse cheeks. 

“MMMMMMMMMNNNN”

WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, desperately squirming, trying to get away from the stinging blows. Not knowing which side the next one will land. One catches me right on my arse hole, and I scream against my gag.

Again and again, one side, then the other, I cant get away from it. One comes up between my legs and connects with my pussy, and I scream again. My arse is on fire. Burning. Red hot. And when I think I just couldn’t stand another blow, he stops. Dead. I twist my face to see him, and he looks horrified. He’s just staring at my arse. I look back and am shocked at the red welts that cover it. His hand touches me gently, drawing back slightly, as if burnt. Then smoothes my cheeks. Caressing. It feels so nice, his smooth cool hand, against my tortured skin. It slides down between my legs and I feel one finger slip between my lips, gently massaging back and forth. A slight moan escapes from my lips, I can’t control it. 

Softly his voice in my ear “Why are you wet? You dirty little bitch! I’m punishing you, and your just enjoying it!”

I shake my head – no!! It isn’t so!

He drags me to my feet and pushes me in front of him roughly, so I fall onto the sofa. No hands to save me I go down on my face, and he is behind me. Pushing my face into the seat, then spreading my arse cheeks. Stretching me wide open, he jabs a finger into my arse. Muffled scream. NO! No one touches me there! I blush fiercely. Still stinging from the blows which caught it, my arse is more sensitive than ever. It smarts as he pushes one finger roughly in and out.

“Always wanted to fuck your tight little arse, bitch, now looks like today’s my lucky day, not much you can do about it now is there?”

Not much no. Not much to do but hope he wont. I never have let him try that. I can feel his finger wriggling round in there, in my arse, only dirty girls do that. 

“Mmmmm?? Baby? Enjoying this?”

I shake my head again

But the finger that slips into my cunt says that’s not so. One finger in my arse, one in my cunt, pushing, shoving. 

“Oh yes I think you are enjoying it, and I think you will enjoy It more when I slip my cock in there”

I wriggle, trying to dislodge his finger, trying to escape, but he manages to get another one in there, all the time pinning my down with his weight against my back. He’s stretching me open. I know he wants to make me wide enough to take his cock. I’m really crying now. Sobbing silently. I feel his fingers withdraw, and his cock, god now I wish he wasn’t so big, poking at my hole. It’s just touching the hole, and I can feel myself start to pull open as his weight forces it into me. “Arrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” from behind my gag. Not much noise, certainly not enough to put him off.

Stretching, wider, wider, wider, oh god no I cant take all that!! “Owwwwwwwww”

“Oh God! That feels so fucking good. I knew it would. Oh bitch I’m gonna do this lots from now on! You get no say any more, your just gonna do as your told – or I’ll be taking my belt off to you”

Rocking his hips, pushing it into me

“UNDERSTAND?” He yells and his palm smacks into my arse just to prove his point.

“MMMM” I nod quickly

Harder, faster, harder, faster, fucking my tight little arse. 

Hands pinching my nipples, pulling them, twisting.

“Want my cum bitch?”

“Mmmm” I nod

I feel his hand between my legs. One finger touches my clit, and I suddenly realise how turned on I am. That touch is nearly enough to make me cum on the spot! “Oh god” I groan. He laughs and withdraws the finger. I feel his fingers again, this time pushing into my cunt. Ramming in, filling it, drowning in my juice. I’m ashamed; I can feel it dripping down my legs. How can I be enjoying this? He slapped me, tied me up, whipped me, then fucked my arse, and instead of being hurt and angry and upset, I’m fucking well dripping! He feels it, and shakes his head. “You are such a fucking whore, seems there’s nothing you don’t like being done to you. I’m punishing you, and your gagging for more, you’re like a cheap fucking hooker”

I nod. He pulls my gag out. 

“What are you?”

“A cheap hooker.” I reply hoarsely.

And his fingers find my clit. I’m grateful. My whole body is in pain, but all I can think about is cumming. Relief. I wriggle against his fingers, trying to get them into the right spot. But he moves them each time. I groan in frustration and in reply he pinches my clit, hard.

“Beg” he orders “Beg to be allowed to cum.”

“Oh god please”

“Please SIR “ 

“Yes Sir, please SIR!” I repeat “Sir, please let me cum, please, fucking please.”

Now I’m really crying, I’m so desperate to cum. I’m nearly there, then he stops, nearly there, stop, nearly there, stop, its torture. Worse then the whipping. My whole body is shaking, “PLEAAAAAAAASE” I cry. 

“If you must you disgusting little slut”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkK!! “ Shaking, shuddering, screaming, crying I cum. My whole body wracked with it. My pussy clenching against his fingers.

“Say thank you then”

“Thank you, Sir, thank you, thank you.” I breathe.

“Arghhh” he grunts as he spurts into my arse. I feel it hot, rushing into me. Filling me. And he collapses against my back. 

Stroking my hair, and my face, he turns me to him and I wink. 

“Was it what you hoped?” He asks

I close my eyes and sigh. And just smile.

“Think you scared Dave though. Shame he wasn’t in on it!” 

We both laugh – “Well” he smiles, “Maybe next time”.

“Mmmmmmm” Next time…



Caught



A tired Eric shut the door behind him, finally home from a long day at work. He slipped his shoes off, letting out a sigh of relief as he undid his tie and took off his jacket. He slowly climbs the stairs, planning on checking on his daughter, Callie, before laying down for a rest.

As he nears the top of the stairs he hears a moan, or so his mind tells him. 

"It must be my imagination," he mumbles to himself. He continues to Callie's room to find her door wide open and her nowhere in sight. Just then, he hears another moan, coming from his room.
He slowly approaches his half open door, "I know I closed my door before I left," he said quietly, and pushes it open with only the slightest creak.

The sight that greets him makes him wonder if he is dreaming. Callie is stretched out on his bed, her 36 C tits out in full view being pinched by one of her fingers, while the other hand is busy inside her half pulled down pants, watching one of his porn tapes. 

She lets out another moan, this time with words intermixed, "Oh Daddy, fuck me with your big cock."

To his amazement, she slides her jeans and panties halfway down her legs and grabs the thick dildo laying next to her and slides it in her soaking hole, pumping it until she has  fast pace going, "Yes Daddy, that feels sooo goood!" she half screams.

He watches her, caught up in the picture of his beautiful, 18-year-old daughter, fucking herself as she imagines him. He unconsciously reaches down and starts rubbing his hardening cock though his pants.

Then a slow smile spreads across his face as he thinks of how he can work this to his advantage. He strolls into his room and stands right in front of the TV, to get her attention. 

Her eyes widen as she sees him and scurries to pull the dildo out of her still unsatisfied pussy and pulls her pants back up and her shirt down.

"What are you doing?" he asks her.

"Um...um..." she knows it's futile to lie, he already caught her.

He walks over and picks up the dildo. Smiling a wicked smile, he licks it till it's clean. Then licks his lips when he's done.

"Delicious."

Callie's mind is racing. On the one hand she got caught. On the other her father didn't seem to be mad. Was that bad or good? She could very well guess what he was thinking. If the indication of the big bulge in his pants was anything to go by.

The only problem was, she had had sex exactly two times in her life, and the guy was small. So her pussy was still pretty tight. She had always secretly wanted to fuck her father. She would always sneak by the door of his room at night and watch through a crack as he masturbated and sprayed his cum, wishing that cum would've been in her wet pussy.

She grinned wickedly back at him,

"Yes it is delicious. Would you like more?" she says as she undresses again, bringing her soaking shaved pussy into view, and spreads her legs, inviting him.

He kneels down at the edge of the bed and pulls her forward until her pussy is mere inches away from his watering mouth. 

He licks once through her slit, leaving her gasping.

He decides to tease her and starts by slowly licking her very outer lips, working his way in until his tongue circles her clit. She pushes her pussy up into his face, begging him.

He takes pity on her and licks her clit full on, making her moan. He licks all over her pussy, tongue fucking her hole a couple times, before pulling away.

Disappointed, she half sits up and gives him a questioning look.

"We're going to cum together baby. Right now, I want to feel your hot mouth wrapped around my cock," he says, sliding his pants and briefs down, his hard cock springing into view.

Callie's mouth drops open, his cock has to be at least 8 inches long and 2 inches wide. Her pussy starts drooling from the anticipation of what will come a little later on.

She smiles as she slides off the bed and kneels down in front of him. She licks him, slowly, from balls up to right below the head. Until his length is glistening with her saliva.

She looks up to see his head thrown back, his eyes closed.

She grins, hearing his groan as she  licks quickly all over the head, tasting his delicious precum. 

He starts sliding his cock in and out of her hot mouth, pushing down her throat.

She gags a little until she gets used to it, then starts moving her head to get him deeper in her mouth.

As he fucks her mouth, she reaches down and rubs her clit, moaning around his cock. 

He half opens his eyes to see his beautiful daughter's lips wrapped around his hard cock. The sight almost makes him cum right there. He feels the cum boiling inside his balls.

He grabs her hair and wraps it around his hand, fucking her mouth and deep into her throat,

"Yes baby, suck Daddy's cock.... make Daddy cum..."

She can barely breathe and tries to get little snatches of air into her starved lungs. 

His words make her hornier though, and she rubs her clit harder.

Suddenly he lets go of her hair as she feels the first splash of his salty cum spray into her thirsty mouth. She hungrily swallows that and the second one as well. Half of it dribbling down her chin as he pulls out and sprays the third and fourth shots onto her aroused tits.

She licks her lips clean and rubs the cum into her tits. She looks up at him and finds him still as hard as a rock.

He grins down at her, then pulls her to her feet and bends her over the bed.

"Now my little slut, it's time to fuck that sweet hole of yours."

He rubs his cock through her dripping pussy, coating it with her juices. She moans as it makes contact with her clit.

"You want it, beg for it."

"Please Daddy, fuck me. I need your cock."

"That's my little slut," he says as he shoves it deep inside her.

She arches back to get him as far in as possible.

He slowly starts fucking her, his balls banging her clit with every thrust in. Then he starts fucking her hard and fast, grabbing her hips to drive deeper.

She is moaning almost nonstop, screaming her him to fuck her hard. "I love your cock Daddy."

"And my cock loves you," he says as he abuses her tight, wet pussy.

She holds onto the bed as her tits bounce with the force of his thrusts.

Suddenly he pulls out of her dripping pussy and rams his big, hard cock into her tight little asshole.

She moans half in pleasure, half in pain as he picks the pace back up. As he's fucking her ass, he reaches over and grabs the dildo and shoves it in her aching pussy, abusing her with it.

"Does my little slut like this?"

"Ooooh.... yes Daddy. That feels sooo good."

"Cum for Daddy."

She feels herself nearing the end, but has one last request. "Daddy, cum in my pussy. Please." 
She gasps.

"Anything for my little girl," he says as he pulls the dildo out and throws it on the bed. The  he slips his cock back into her hot pussy. 

AS he fucks her he reaches in front and plays with her tits.

"Daddy's going to cum. Cum with me."

"Yeeees Dadddy," she moans as she goes over the edge.

Her already tight pussy squeezes his cock, making him spill his cum deep inside her pussy. He pulls out and watches it dribble down. 

When they both catch their breath, he grins wickedly at her. 

"From now on, every night when I come home from work I want you in here, naked."

She smiles,

"Anything you say Daddy." Then she kneels down and licks the mixture of their cum off his cock.



Caught



She cracked open his back door and entered on her tiptoes silently. Heels in her right hand, she traced a path along the wall for the light switch. It felt familiar and helped her find her place though she could not turn it on. The kitchen was black, illuminated only by the moon the shone through the window, casting a deep blue shadow on the wall opposite. The bag hanging from her wrist contained his favorite dish, chicken marsala made specially by her hands. Next to it lay a small tray of chocolate chip cookies, another favorite of his. 

She felt a chill beneath her overcoat and remembered beneath it was only her lingerie, a lace garter set- another surprise for him. She grit her teeth as a shiver passed through her in the cold kitchen. Beneath the while lace of her bra her nipples swelled. Placing the bag on the kitchen table she carefully crept down the hall, her stocking feet making not a sound as she passed. 

He had to cancel their plans due to overwork. She'd seen it before, his new position took a lot out of him and she'd rather he get his rest for the night than fall asleep on her like he did last week. They planned to spend Saturday together once he took Friday off. 

She missed him, missed being near him. They had grown so close in the few months they'd been dating. She'd even been wondering if this one could go the distance. He had everything she ever wanted- he was cute, affectionate, understanding, sweet and make her feel flustered. Sometimes she felt like a such a girl around him. She swooned, resting against the dark hallway as she imagined him. He was an exquisite lover as well, with almost a precognition of what she wanted. He touched her exactly how she liked and knew her body better than she did herself. Nights she spent gripping his body to hers as she felt the heady rush he gave her. Unable to resist she would give up to him nightly as he took her willingly, draining her of every need, of every breath. 

She could see the light beneath his door but heard him breathing deeply. Her ear to the doorframe, she thought of him sleeping and smiled to herself. It's late- almost two in the morning, of course he's exhausted, poor thing. 

She loved to watch him sleep. Nights they'd spend together she'd curl up in his chest as his warm breath soothed her. He had a scent all his own, a comforting, light scent, masculine and sexy. She loved waking up covered in his scent. After they'd make love he would lie bare beside her, his recovering penis resting happily on her thigh. She'd bury herself between his shoulder and neck and cover his heated skin with kisses. She flushed thinking about it. It's been so long since they had that. 

His body was so perfect for her, she yearned for it again. If only she could just see it, that would be enough for now. She'd make her way out and return late tomorrow morning to spend the day with him. 

Hesitantly she inched the door open. She held her breath and was thankful it made not a sound. The room was bathed in light and it took her a moment to focus her sight. He was sprawled across his king size mattress, the cover sheet only covering below his left knee. His legs were opened, his knees bent. As she watched she saw his body quivering slightly, the long muscles in his thighs tensing. A pillow was folded behind his neck, propping his face up slightly. His eyes were closed as if in deep concentration and his lips parted slightly. She could almost see the quick breaths coming from his mouth. His chest was rigid and his arms draped over them, almost crossing at his crotch. 

She gasped as she realized what she was watching. He was gently running his curled hand up the rigid shaft of his cock. She eyed it adoringly, long and thick, it filled his palm completely. How she adored that part of him. It always felt so wonderful embedded to her, relieving all her wants. Now it seemed to pulse with a life of it's own, working in tandem with his left hand. His rounded head was a deep pink and flared with each stroke. His other hand playfully gripped his balls, jostling them and rolling them between his fingers. She made a mental note to remember this next time they were alone. 

What drew her in was not just his body, sleek and muscular spread out on his bed, but the intensity he showed. He seemed completely immersed in what he was doing. His body roiled, shook and stretched. Every muscle seemed to be working in concert for the one purpose of bringing him pleasure. She thought back to her Art History class Freshman year and the sculpture of David she studied, how Da Vinci made reams of sketches of the human body outstretched and posed, such a perfectionist. She could only see how he resembled those bare sketches, a perfect example of the male body in motion. And his face! Such gleeful pleasure, unaware of all but himself, in nirvana. How she longed to be the cause of such an expression. 

She eyed his crotch hungrily. His cock, that which she had loved and been loved by, the cock she whispered to and rested her cheek on when she slept seemed more alive than she'd ever seen. He knew it so intimately and played himself like a fine instrument. It looked almost feral, what he was doing, yet it seemed so blissful. She knew she had come upon something she was not meant to see, something she must never mention, nor forget. 

His mouth opened and she saw his eyes flutter beneath his lids. She wanted to go and kiss him, take his mouth in hers at this special moment but she couldn't move. Her nails dug into the doorframe. She couldn't look away if she tried. With a deep, grateful moan his body seemed to relax. A moment passed before his shaft swelled to his fullest and his thick come shot from its head, splattering his chest. She counted two...three...four...five spurts before it slowed, the liquid running down his shaft and between his fingers. 

Her entire body tingled and she had to make an effort to step back. She gently closed the door and she willed her body to move. What she had seen had made her speechless. Her mouth drooped open and her head swam with questions and feelings. How often? What does he think about? What should I do? Most of all she was driven by the idea of his complete pleasure. He seemed so happy, so fulfilled by this one solitary act. It pleased her. 

She knew she would have trouble sleeping tonight so she pledged to call him in the early afternoon after she had gotten a good rest. One thing's certain; he would be in her dreams tonight and many nights after, wantonly pleasuring himself. 



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Caught



I heard the shower turn on as I lazily rolled over from my stomach to my back, and I thought about it. I'm not at all sure you'd be ok with me playing with myself while you shower. On one hand, it's a normal morning. On the other, after a night like last night, the instruction to ask before playing is still keeping its hold. After a few minutes of debating I give in. 

Reaching down under the hem of my pajamas, I'm already wet, thinking about the 'what if I get caught'. One finger moves down to see if I'm as wet as I feel, and then I slowly start rubbing my clit. I'm thinking of you, of how you forced me down on your cock and slapped me when you caught me playing with myself unasked. I'm thinking about how turned on I was, how big your cock was in my mouth, I'm imagining doing that again. I'm rubbing faster now, I don't know how long you'll shower, and I'm so close it's hard to continue, my clit is really sensitive and I'm just about at the breaking point of a truly good orgasm when you whisper in my ear "Don't you dare get off slut, you're in enough trouble already."

You throw off the covers, exposing me to the cold room, and say "Naked, now." I know you mean it, and you mean quick, so I scramble ungracefully out of my clothes, lying back on your bed when I'm done. I'm still close, and I'm trembling just a little from the lack of warmth from the blankets when you lay down next to me and start talking. 

"So my little slut decided she couldn't wait did she? Well go on, finish." I'm hesitant, embarrassed. I don't usually do this with you watching, and you're so close to me. "Go on," you say, "get started." So I reach down, and feel myself again, and I'm wetter than before. I start to rub my clit again, and I'm not getting off as quickly as before, but I can feel it start to build. My body is moving, and I'm whimpering as I get closer. "Come on slut, do it." you say. I'm right on the edge, and that's when you pull my hand away and say "No, that's not quite good enough." 

I'm almost crying I want it so bad. You put my hand down on my hip, just out of reach of my pussy, and start to slowly stroke my sides. "If you want to get off, you're going to have to convince me it's important. If it's important enough that you can't wait for me to get out of the shower, it's pretty important isn't it?" Your hand slides down to between my legs, and I spread them, whimpering hope for release. SLAP! You slap your hand hitting my clit with your fingertips, and it almost sends me. "Is it?" you ask, "Or is it -SLAP- that you really are -SLAP- that much of a -SLAP-...say it. Tell me what you are." I'm so close there's only a second of hesitation. 

"I'm..I'm a slut...I'm your slut...please PLEASE let me cum, please..please let your slut cum," It's a rush of breathy whimpers that are almost sobs.

But it's not good enough. "How exactly are you going to do that?" you ask. I can't say it. I can't say exactly how. In my mind I panic...there's no way I can say that. I think you must be looking at my face, waiting for a response, so I snake my hand back to my pussy. At first you don't notice, but I've never been good at not being vocal. A moan escapes my lips and you catch my hand. "How exactly?" you ask. I lose control, the desire is so strong, I'm fighting to put my hand down just to touch my clit once, and your strong hand is stopping me no matter what I do. You laugh, "You really are a slut, do you want it so bad? All you have to do is speak." 

There are tears on my face from the frustration of it all, my hand is locked in yours, and you're calmly gazing at me, listening. "I..I want to..." I stop, unable to go on, and try my luck at struggling one more time. You're impossibly stronger than me, and that's what breaks me this time. "I need to rub my clit, Sir, please PLEASE let your slut cum, I need to get off please.." Words fail me and soon I'm all out begging.

"You're so close," you say. "First, tell me, did you mean to get caught?" "No.." I say, -SLAP-, shoots of pain and pleasure radiate from my clit. "Be honest." You warn, "Getting caught is half the fun." I manage to stammer a yes, and you let go my hand. Not even waiting, my finger immediately assaults my clit, bringing me right up to the edge, and then I feel your hand replacing mine, with the electric feeling of someone else's hand on my pussy, it's all I need to melt into a trembling orgasm that leaves me dizzy and shaking. 

"Now," you say, "It's my turn."



Caught



The tang of residual breakfast salsa from Allan's lips tingled on mine as I waved and closed the door. Dressed in my archetypal 'morning princess' attire that consisted of an oversized sleeveless sweatshirt that was just shy of threadbare and the diminutive sized men-style boxers that I find so comfortable, I'm ready for work. Armed with a steaming mug of coffee, I'm eager to fire up the computer and check the latest orders for the fledgling lingerie business I own, and perhaps catch a quick read. 

As the boot-up completed, my mind wandered in a completely different direction than lingerie orders. Having been kissed, bum-patted, and complimented on my culinary skills and stunning looks by a man who was obviously priming me for some amorous adventure upon his return, I quite naturally began to think about just that. Moreover, there was nothing tame about those thoughts either. Tonight was not going to be a night for mere lovemaking. No. Tonight I wanted to fuck. Who wouldn't fuck a guy that complimented you on a wonderful breakfast of cornflakes as his hands roamed every square inch of your ass? Certainly not me.

Having thought about sex for all of three minutes and already beginning to squirm in the large office chair, I went straight for the Internet. It was uncanny how quickly that the Literotica home page showed up, and I went directly to the latest stories. Being this was a favorite morning warm-up exercise, if all went as planned I hoped to be doing some serious sweating in no time.

Yes! Third story down a chick seduces the hotel bellboy in an elevator. That'll work, and I swigged a goodly shot of coffee as the story rolled across the screen. 

I'm already reaching though the slit in the front of the boxers as elevator girl bends to reveal the fact she has gone commando under her mini. The bellboy being no fool and undoubtedly accustomed to having every amorous female hotel patron itching for a tryst with him in the elevator, kneels behind her and goes straight for her ass. Yes. It's on, and my fingers move to part my pussy-lips as I hike a leg onto the top of the large computer desk for better access.

Two paragraphs and a last sip of coffee later, the bellboy is really working elevator girl over with his tongue. The fingers of my left hand trace over my engorged clit while the right is shoved up my top and working a nipple. I cursed as I had to break away from the nipple to scroll. 

My arousal grew as the bellboy's tongue ranged the crack of elevator girl's ass, swirling the puckered bud on a downward journey to her drenched pussy. She's on her third orgasm as the giraffe-like tongue of the bellboy snakes in and out of her pussy and curls the swollen nub of her clit. 

I ripped off both boxers and top and make a desperate scroll with trembling fingers. The bellboy's impressive cock is poised at the swollen lips of elevator girl's pussy, and my first orgasm is right on the cusp. 

With both legs hiked onto the computer desk and a two-hander going between my legs, I frantically read as the bellboy impaled elevator girl against the wall. His massive cock was pistoning in and out of her wet pussy, and he clutched both breasts and clit as he pounded into her. I was panting hard, and so envious of elevator girl grinding against that huge cock. Slipping two fingers into my wetness, my other hand manipulated both erect clit and inner lips. I was so close, and my small pink nipples jutted hard in a demand for attention. 

With a vicious full-length stroke, the bellhop slammed his cock full depth into elevator girl, and nearly lifting her feet clear of the floor. She screamed in wild passion as he unleashed the torrent of hot cum into her depths. The very idea of hot cum blasting into her triggers a massive orgasm of my own, and I cried out as the freight train of sensation and emotion roared through me. My legs vibrated and toes curled as my pussy bore down on buried fingers, and a swirl of wet fingers across my distended clit wrung the last wave of pleasure from me. I tossed my head back and shook at the pinnacle of orgasm, my eyes tightly closing as a curtain of flashing color danced across my eyelids. 

Gasping and quivering in the aftermath, I pressed my palm tight against my wet crotch. My pussy was alive in sensation, and I was nearly in tears for want of a cock. As my fingers slipped from my slickness my eyes slowly opened, and I looked directly into Allan's eyes.

I had no idea how long he had been standing there watching, nor did I care. I was stunned into a wordless shock, and mortified at being caught so blatantly pleasuring myself. The tears were already welling in my eyes.

Before I even had the chance to begin crying, Allan lifted both my legs from the computer desk and swirled the chair around, and quickly dropping to his knees and burying his face in my crotch. Shocked, and seconds from tears, I struggled against a flight response. It just felt too good to run. I wanted to cry, but it was impossible to be so emotional when someone you love has their tongue plunged squarely into your needy pussy, and attempting to lick the backside of your navel to boot. Oh god, - his tongue just felt so perfect.

My hands dropped to his hair as he continued to pleasure me, and I felt myself slowly drifting. Drifting and rolling in the waves of ever-changing sensation as Allan's tongue roved and sought out the secretive and elusive points of pleasure in every fold and crease of my overheated pussy. I couldn't help but moan my appreciation and encouragement as I ground his face tighter to me, and I felt the onset of another orgasm. 

With his tongue working the feathery inner lips of my pussy from top to bottom, I moaned louder as his lips bounced against my swollen clit. I was clenching handfuls of hair with increased intensity and urgency as he began to mouth my clit. While pressing his lips and flicking tongue around and across the exposed tip, orgasm tore through me like a bolt of lightning. I bucked and ground against Allan's mouth as waves of pleasure fanned out to every fiber of my being, and his large hands cradled my ass to curl my hips toward him. I was a mass of quaking shivers as he gently kissed up and down the outer lips of my overheated crotch, drawing out the last twinges of pleasure.

Allan kissed upward as I lay gasping and recovering, his tongue sweeping around my navel as he kissed higher. I moaned as his mouth practically consumed one small breast, and I moaned again as he pulled back and gently bit the erect nipple. My hands fell to his nape as our lips meet, and our lips met. The kiss was long, deep, and increased in intensity as I tasted myself on his tongue. 

As we slowly broke with lips still clinging, our eyes meet in a long and loving gaze. 

"Thank you," I whispered.

"Thank you?" he questioned.

"Yes. Thank you...for just being you," I replied softly. "And thank you for not being disappointed in me."

"Why would I be disappointed?"

"Well for...you know finding me like..."

"Are you kidding? This was absolutely the best surprise of my entire life," Allan grinned. "You are the sexiest little lover ever!"

My passion flared again as his lips met mine, and I felt the urgency in his embrace. He wanted me as badly as I wanted him. 

"So fuck your little lover. Fuck me right now! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," I crooned into his ear.

My urgent plea had the desired effect as his powerful arms scooped me from the chair, my legs wrapping his waist as I clung with crossed arms around his neck. One strong arm supported my back, and the other cupped my ass as he pulled me into a tight embrace.

Three coffees and matching orgasms have me racing for the bathroom the moment Allan sat me on the bed. He was already beginning to undress as I gave him a parting peck on the lips.

Allan was stretched out full length on the bed when I returned. Peed, quickly preened, and ravenous for him, I dove for the bed. 

Wearing nothing but a grin and argyle socks Allan was ready. He was sporting a genuine belly-slapper of an erection, and it was slowly twitching in anticipation. I wanted to fuck the moment I spotted the small pearl of precum ooze from the engorged tip. 

Due to Allan already being so late, foreplay was forgotten and I went straight for his cock. His hips curled toward me as I inhaled his dripping cock, and my tongue went right to work on the sensitive little vee at the base of his engorged knob. The precum ran freely as I sucked and mauled every crevice in the flared ridge of his knob, and he moaned in pleasure as I fondled his large balls. I felt him tense, and I knew he was too close. This was not the time for oral gratification, and I needed his semen elsewhere. I kissed my way upward, fingers twirling the hard little nipples that just peeked through the profusion of curls on his broad chest, and I hiked a leg to straddle him.

We were locked in an intimate kiss as I positioned myself over his fierce erection, reaching to guide and press the engorged phallus against the entrance to my pussy. His urgent moan and upwelling hips slipped his flared hardness past my outer lips, and just into the opening of my pussy. I rocked slowly to settle onto his rock-hard pole, gasping slightly as the thickness slowly filled me completely. I could feel his cock twitching and throbbing inside of me, and I began to lift and settle as the pace of our fucking continued to quicken.

The frenzied urgency overwhelmed us both, and we drove onward to the ultimate satisfaction we both desired. I wanted to fuck. I needed to fuck.

Allan's large hands gripped my small hips as he lunged to drive his cock to my very depths, and his hands pressed me tight against him. I was fully impaled on his throbbing cock, and nearing orgasm at every stroke. I moaned a pleading "YES," as I arched to his hand moving across my ass. At my urging, he pressed a finger against the tight resistance as his fingertip swirled my puckered and sensitive anal portal. I was consumed in pleasure as his fingertip slipped into my ass, and his other hand palmed my breast as he rolled a hard nipple with wetted fingers.

We were rutting with a primal urgency as my fingers tightened on his strong shoulders. A sudden ardent lunge of his hip drove his cock deep, and I felt the jerking pulses as the warm wetness poured into me. The torrent of semen triggered a powerful orgasm that raged through me, and my pussy and ass gripped and throbbed in cadence with the pulsed jets of cum surging into me. My fingernails bit into his shoulders as I shook in ecstasy, and I knew he would be displaying a couple war wounds from the intensity of my grip. I was being fucked, and fucked perfectly. 

The last waves of pleasure rippled through me as I felt the intense hardness of his cock slowly waning. I slowly lifted from him, and I dripped across his belly as his cock fell limp and spent from me. Falling beside him, I gasped for breath as strong arms rolled me, and I returned his kiss. 

"I have to go," He whispered as he broke from the kiss. "I have to be in the office by ten for sure."

"I know...but I still wish you could stay."

With a final parting kiss he rose from the bed, and I lay in a blissful state of absolute satisfaction as I heard the gush of water in the shower. Although tempted to join him as another rivulet of semen ran down my ass to puddle on the sheet, I simply could not move. I was weak and staggered in the aftermath of such pleasure.

I listened to humming above the sound of flowing water, and I smiled knowing the mood Allan was in. Awash in the remnants of orgasm and feeling supremely satisfied, I could not help but think of elevator girl and her lover. Was she also flopped on her hotel room bed as spent and wasted as I was? Would her lover return to her? Would they rut and fuck anew? I really needed to find the strength to finish that story!! 



Caught



You stare, transfixed, as she curled her soft red lips into a moan as the large hard member thrust deep inside her wetness.

"More!" she gasps out, seemingly to stare at you with her intense blue eyes, as she lets out another moan. "Give it to me!"

You stare at her, mesmerized from her skin, her face, her red lips, her dripping wet box, her breasts, her eyes... you feel a sudden movement in your pants, as if it was a caged snake.

"Ohh, it feels so good!" she says, as her body glistened with sweat, arched back in euphoria.

The snake stirred, as if it was trying to weasel itself out of its cage. Your hands unconsciously drift downward towards it . . .

Suddenly.

A sound.

The door.

You freeze suddenly, hearing footsteps from the hallway.

"Oh, yeah, more more!" The lady on the screen screams, her volume seemingly suddenly very loud.

"So I guess you got a little frisky when I was gone, dear, haven't you?" I gave you a small teasing smile as I stood at the door.

"No-- no of course not," you stammer.

I walked closer to you and I placed a finger on your lips. "Shhh, don't speak." And then I leaned over and kissed you deeply. As our tongues wrestle in our mouths, I feel you moaning against me, your breath hot against my mouth. I reach and caress your hair and your face in my hands, touching the smooth skin, feeling the soft hair.

When I finally pull away, I saw the bulge in your pants twitch, as I laugh gently. "Someone is trying to get out." I reach for your pants and unzip it, as you watch in anticipation, preparing yourself for the pleasure to come.

When you were finally freed from the restraints, I take the tip in my mouth and barely lick it, breathing onto it, my hot breath caressing it. You whimper in pleasure, wanting more, always wanting more. I lick around the tip some more, teasing you, watching you. A moan escapes from your lips as you stare at me, as the feeling of warmness escapes from inside.

"Oh yeah!" the screen girl yells, seemingly mirroring what your response will be.

I lick harder and faster, taking it deeper in my mouth and sucking, watching you moan, watching your body twitch and jerk from the pleasure, watching the pleasure in your eyes, as you are transfixed, intoxicated from exhilaration and the intense feeling.

My tongue blurs licking and sucking intensely, as I reach out with my hands to touch your smooth chest, gently massaging it, feeling your muscles contracting underneath my fingertips.

"Harder, harder!" says the screen.

"Oh, I can't take it anymore!" you suddenly burst out, grabbing me by my arm and pulling me over to the bed.

Grabbing my pants, you yanked them down in one thrust, exposing my clearly dripping pussy.

Licking your lips, you spread my legs and wedge your head directly underneath my wetness.

"Ohhhh!" I moan, as I feel your soft tongue massaging my clit.

You lick harder, and with one hand, you grab one of the cheeks of my ass and squeeze it, as a gasp escapes from my mouth. I lean over and brace myself against the bed, for the pleasure was overtaking my body in such a way that I could not control my own muscles.

Your tongue becomes a blur as it probes me all over my nether region, as if it was an explorer and it was trying to map out all my crevices.

When you figured that I had enough, you pull yourself from my drippingness and straighten up, your dick already standing on command, ready for what was coming.

You push the tip against my opening, holding it there, teasing me with it.

"Give it to me!" I demand, whimpering.

"Oh, I'll give it to you, little girl!" as you suddenly thrust inwards, as the entire length of your shaft suddenly slammed into me. The invasion pushed a loud moan from my lips as your weight pushed me down onto the bed.

The slight pain from the abrupt entry mingled up with pleasure as you thrust into me again, harder, deeper. You grab my hips to pull yourself against me, slamming yourself against my ass, faster, harder.

The pleasure becomes a whirl of feelings, each blurring together from the intensity, not one is alone. With each thrust, I feel a gentle warmness building up inside me.

"More, more!" I scream, coaxing you to slam against me harder.

"Oh, I'll give you more, you naughty girl, you're been so bad, haven't you?" SMACK! you spank me as I kept out a yelp. "You bad girl!" you reach over and grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled it.

"Ohhhh!" I moan louder with your roughness, wanting more, wanting so much more. I felt my wetness starting dripping down my legs, your hardness throbbing deep inside me, your hands, your touch. You kiss my back as you thrust into me, each thrust pushing a little bit more of the intensity deep inside me. The warmness, the pleasure, the intensity - each feeling merged together, bubbling and boiling, deep inside my core.

The screen was still loud, but I could barely hear it now. I was deaf to the world, not hearing anything from your moans, and feeling nothing but your touch. Your kiss. Your warmness. Your throbbing.

"Harder, harder!"

You tried your best to abide to my commands, thrusting harder and faster, grabbing my ass, reaching under my shirt to squeeze my breasts.

The sheer power of the pleasure consumed me, until I couldn't see or feel anything but the feeling of you. The bubbling pot of warmness inside me started boiling like crazy, closing in. Closing in to the eruption I knew was about to explode.

"OHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" I gasp out, as the explosion shook my body from my had to my toes, my body shriveling up form the intensity, and suddenly growing limp, falling onto the bed.

From that exact instant, I felt a warm gooey stream shoot in my insides, coating the walls with white juices, as you utter a moan matching to mine. Then you collapse on top of my already limp body, your dick pulsating inside me, your sweat mixing with mine.

We lie together, holding each other close our hearts beating together as one. You gently reach over and brush a piece of hair from my face and smile at my dazed but happy look. "I love you." You kiss me gently.

"I love you too," I respond, kissing him back, lost in our own little world.

"MORE!" a voice suddenly yelled.

We burst out laughing. "I guess we should probably turn that off, huh?" you ask me.

"Yeah, probably," I giggle. "But later, let's just enjoy being together." And with that, I reach for you once again and give you an intense, long kiss. 



Caught



I had been having sex with men for two years or so, but had never told my wife. I did not think she would be real open to me sucking cocks and being fucked up the ass. I had become quite good at both activities. I enjoyed doing cocks as much as I enjoyed doing pussy. Well, this is how my wife found out just how much I enjoyed cocks. It did not turn out like I expected and it changed my life forever.

I was at the gym on Monday morning. I worked out three times a week and occasionally would pick up men for good, hard sex. I had noticed this slim but well built young black man when I got there. He looked really good. I tried not to stare, but did allot of looking during my workout. When he headed for the locker room, I followed hoping to get a glance of his body without all those clothes. He was in a different row of lockers than me so I did not get the look I wanted until I got to the showers.

When I walked into the showers, I picked one close to the door to make sure I got a good look. He walked in about two minutes later and I was treated to quite a sight. He was tall, slender and built very well. His cock was at least six inches long soft. It was magnificent. I could not help but stare at his cock longer than I probably should have. He finally asked me if I liked was I saw. I blushed a bit but managed to say how beautiful I thought his cock was. He asked me if I wanted a closer look at it and of course I said I did. He stood there, so I walked over to him. As I approached him, he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. I was excited at the prospects of sucking his cock but the thought of sucking his cock in such a public place was even more exciting. I took it into my mouth as soon as I got on my knees. He started hardening immediately. It was growing fast and I was working on it with my best technique. He heard a noise in the locker room and backed off. He went for his towel to cover up his hard on and I did the same. He said we could not do this in the shower. I just had to have his cock and suggested we go to my house. I knew my wife would be out until late this afternoon shopping. He smiled and told me to lead the way. We finished dressing and headed to my house. 

When we reached my house, we went to the family room. He just stood there with his hands on his hips. He told if I wanted his cock, to come and get it. As I walked over to him, he held up his hand and said I had to strip. He said all the bitches he let suck his cock had to be naked. So I stripped as quickly as I could. As I stripped, he told me his name was John. I introduced myself and finished undressing. I was already hard so it was obvious to him I was hot for his cock. I got down on my knees in front of him and grabbed his cock and licked the pre-cum off his cockhead. John moaned a bit as I began to stroke his cock as I licked the head. His cock started swelling immediately. I slipped it into my mouth and began to use my tongue on the under side of his shaft as I slide his cock in and out of my mouth. He groaned again and then grabbed my head. He started to fuck my mouth and force his cock down my throat. I was in heaven. I love sucking cocks, but big black cocks were my favorite. 

I was really getting into it when I heard a scream. I almost had a heart attack. I pulled away from the guys cock in time to see and hear my wife go absolutely over the edge. I won't go into details, but she was pissed. She yelled, screamed, cried and then went back to yelling again. John's cock just withered as we both stood (or knelt in my case) and listened to my wife. Then she got real quiet. I was afraid to move or say anything, so I just knelt there in front of my lover and waited. It seemed like an eternity (it was probably 2 or 3 minutes), but she finally spoke. 

She said that if I liked cock so much, she would make sure I had all the cock I could handle. She told me to get back to what I was doing. I looked at her strangely as did John. She said she meant it, so I slowly took his cock back in my hand and moved my head towards it. She said I was a lot more excited when she came in and I better get back to that state. So I took his cock into my mouth and started sucking and licking it slowly at first, but increasingly more actively. John responded and his cock swelled to its previous size. He grabbed my head and began fucking my face like he was earlier. My head was swimming. I was sucking a beautiful, long black cock in front of my wife because she told me to. My cock was hard as a rock as I tried to accommodate his cock down my throat. Then I saw a flash of light. 

I looked over to my wife as I continued to suck the cock in my mouth. She had our Polaroid camera in her hand and a couple of pictures in her other hand. I guess I had missed the first couple pictures. It did not take long for him to swell up. I knew he was about to blow. John announced to me that he was going to cum and my wife told me to swallow his whole load (like I was not going to do that already). I could feel him begin to spurt and I felt his hot cum against the back of my mouth. I sucked him for all I was worth as he emptied his cum into my mouth and down my throat. He let my head go as he finished cumming and I swallowed the rest of his cum and licked his cock clean. 

Once he withdrew his cock from my mouth and sat down, I looked over to wife. She said I looked to be a pretty good cocksucker. She said I must have had quite a bit of practice. I did not say anything, but she pushed the conversation. She asked me how long I had been sucking cocks. I told her about two years. She asked me how many cocks I had sucked and I told her about 75 to 80, some more than once. She commented that I had been a busy little boy. Then she asked if a guy had ever fucked me. I got real red but did not answer. She smiled and said my face gave me away. She asked me how many guys had fucked me and I looked down and whispered 50 or so. She asked what I said and I repeated my answer. She said I was a real cock slut and that she did not know many women who had had more than 50 different men in a two-year period. She asked me if I had planned to let John fuck me. I told her I would if he wanted me. She looked at him and he nodded. She told us to follow her.

When we got to our bedroom, she told me to get her lube (I had fucked her ass many times) and lube my ass up real good. She continued to take pictures of me as I prepared myself. She told me to get John hard and I knelt in front of him a second time and took his cock in my mouth. He just moaned and grabbed my head again. He was really ready in just a minute or two. My wife told John not to cum on my mouth because she wanted to see him fuck me. He smiled and pulled his cock out of my mouth. I quickly climbed on the bed and got on my hands and knees. She told me if I was going to be a cock slut, I was going take it like a cock slut. She told me to get on my back with a pillow under my ass. She did not know, but this was my favorite position. She told me to guide his cock into my asshole. I smiled as I lifted my legs up to my chest to expose my asshole to that big black cock as his cock came closer and closer. When it got in range, I grabbed it and pulled it towards my asshole. I was sooo hot. I could not wait to feel him inside me. I shivered when I felt his cock head at my asshole. I looked up and he smiled as he gently pushed his cock head past my sphincter and into my ass. It was a little painful at first, but I quickly got used to his size. John looked into my eyes and told me he was going to fuck my eyes out and then pushed about half of his 9" into me. I closed my eyes and groaned as I felt my ass being filled by his beautiful cock. I saw another flash and thought my secret was certain out now. He withdrew a little and then slides more of his cock into me. Two more thrusts and he was all the way in. I remember hearing my wife mumble that she did not think she could take that much cock in her ass. 

I relaxed as John let my asshole get accustom to his cock. Then he started slowly sliding his cock in and out of me. I was just overcome with passion as he fucked me harder and deeper with each stroke as my wife took picture after picture of me being fucked. I heard her tell me to stroke my cock so I reached down and found my cock was rock hard. We were at it for about 4 or 5 minutes when John told me my ass was hot and tight and that he would not last much longer. My cock was ready to explode also. I told him to give it to me and he picked up the pace. He was slamming into me as my cock started to swell. I knew I was ready to cum and then I felt his cock swell in my ass. I told him I was cumming and he shouted he was too. I kept seeing flashes of light as my cock stiffened and I started spurting on to my belly. My asshole grabbed at the cock in my asshole as I came. I think that my asshole working on his cock sent him over the top and as I finished cumming he exploded into my ass. I could feel his hot cum in my ass as he unloaded into me. It was incredible. I was lying on my back with a hot load of cum in my ass, my cum all over my belly and my wife taking pictures of the whole thing.

Once he went soft, John pulled out of my ass and lay beside me. My wife told us to clean up and come down stairs. When we both cleaned up and dressed, we went down stairs. John told us he had to leave. When he was gone, my wife asked me if I wanted to talk. I told her I would do whatever she wanted. She told me that was exactly right, that I would be doing what she told me to do. She said she had some thinking to do and that we would talk tomorrow. That was an interesting conversation to say the least. More to come.



Caught



A cocky little thief who thought he was invincible would get a rude awakening and in the end come up against the hard facts of life.

Eddie McCormick, 18, smirked as he thought of his buddies who had chickened out this time. He wasn't afraid of anybody let alone a lone security guard as he climbed the fence that surrounded Sonica Electronics. An experienced thief, he a member of the small elite group of thugs called the Raiders. He had started stealing when he was ten years old and had been in trouble with the law ever since. He had already been in and out of Juvenile Hall several times already. It didn't even bother him that if he was caught again he wouldn't be going to Juve Hall but instead would do time in regular jail. Although he could stand up for himself on the streets he didn't think much of his chances in jail. This was why he was always so careful these days. His lean, almost athletic frame scaled the fence easily and dropped down quietly onto the ground near the company loading docks. He was quick, wiry and would pick a fight with men twice his size. He fought his way into the Raiders and was now one of the tops guys in the group for having brought in the most loot. The Raiders had been hitting several factories down near the waterfront, one of them being the Sonica Electronics where they made some good money stealing DVD players. Eddie had found a way into the factory and had made several very lucrative forays into the building. He had planned another one this very night, but the other guys were against it. The news on the street was that the company had hired a night watchman, a real ball buster from what they heard, and hitting the factory again was asking for trouble.

After heated arguments among the gang, Eddie brushed them all off and decided to show them all by hitting it one last time by himself. The other gang members thought it was foolish, but Eddie didn't. The last haul of DVD's put a lot of money in their pockets and Eddie was eager for more. Like a cat he dashed among a line of trucks along the back wall of the property then when he closest to the loading dock he moved into the shadows of the loading bay. Crawling under the dock he moved to a large vent cover that he had discovered and quietly removed it, the darkness of the conduit did not bother him as he slipped inside; he didn't need a flashlight, as he knew the passage by heart. Eddie moved into the air duct, turning left then right then left again until he came to another vent cover that looked out into a dark storage area; smiling to himself he gingerly popped the cover, then slid it aside and stepped out into big storage room. The only light available came from the sign over the emergency exits, but it was enough for him. Moving silently among the stacks of cartons he quickly located the pallet with the DVD players. If he were lucky he'd be able to walk out of the place with a dozen of them. Pulling out a box cutter he quickly sliced through the straps holding the boxes together for shipping, and then he pulled away the plastic that encased the entire order. He quickly slipped two of the boxes off the top of the pile and carried them back towards the vent opening, but just as he got to the spot he immediately knew something was wrong. 

"Awright, you little bastard, put that shit down right now!" 

Eddie stepped dead in his tracks. The sound came from somewhere in front of him, somewhere near the vent opening. As he stood there staring he saw someone step out from between the stacks of boxes and walk towards him. Eddie cursed to himself as a huge black security guard came towards him. The man was over six feet tall, bald as a cue ball and dark as night. Realizing that if this bastard got his hands on him he was finished, he'd wind up in regular prison for god knows how long, so he did the only smart thing he could think of a that moment. He ran. Tossing the two boxes at the huge man, Eddie turned and ran as fast as he could down the aisle. He heard the guard swear as the boxes hit him, then he heard the man grunt loudly and then something flew through the air towards him. Before he could duck in between the cartons something struck him hard on the back of the head; he crumpled to the ground unconscious.

A short time later he woke up with a splitting headache; he opened his eyes but squeezed them shut when he was momentarily blinded by a light bulb directly overhead. He started to rise up when he felt a large weight press down on his chest; he winced and fell back onto the floor.

"Don't move, you little bastard!" A gruff voice said above him. "You fuckin' broke into this place for the last time!"

Shading his hands in front of his eyes he saw the huge black security guard sitting in chair in front of him. He was one of the biggest men he'd ever seen. The guard was wearing some sort of dark blue security outfit that barely fit his massive, muscular frame; huge muscles threatened to tear through the short sleeves of his shirt as he leaned over for a better look. "Who the fuck are you?"

      "I'm you're worst fuckin' nightmare, white boy," The guard snarled at him and gave him a kick in the shins. 

"Arrrrrggghhhhh! You bastard that hurt!" Eddie snarled.  

"Not so tough now are you, McCormick?" The black guard said. "Yeah, I know who you are."

""I don't know what you're talking about," Eddie bluffed. "I just broke in here on a dare."

"What you fuckin' think I'm stupid? Do you?" The black guard, whose name was Stanton accord to his name badge, said as he leaned over for a closer look. "You fuckin' white boys think this is your own personal toy store, don't you?"

"I said I don't know what you're talkin' about, you prick!" The teen spewed at the guard, only to receive a hard crack across the lip. When he tasted blood on his tongue he glared up at the beefy guard. "YOU FUCKIN BLACK BASTARD! MY FRIENDS ARE GONNA FUCK YOU UP!"

With that the beefy guard leaped out of his chair, grabbing the teen by the collar of his jacket he hauled him up to his feet with one hand. Then he cracked him across the lip again. "YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT! You and your little band of delinquents don't know how much shit you're in. The owner of this company is getting tired of your little nighttime shopping sprees! That's why they hired me! And Stanton always gets the job done!"

"W-what are you gonna do with me?" Eddie said through a swelling lip.

"I'm about ready to stomp the shit out of you, you little prick! But I think I'll just turn you over to the cops," Stanton said, a wicked grin started to crease his dark face. "And with your record you' ll. be going to Rahway or Greensville Prison and boy are you gonna enjoy it there!"

"Fuck it, I've been in juve hall long enough. It can't be much worse then that!" Eddie said with false bravado.

"JUVE HALL? You dumb white motherfucker! I was a corrections guard at Greenville. I seen cocky white boys just like you go into that hellhole only to become the boy toy of 50 hardened convicts!" he said. "When they're done with you you'll have any asshole the size of a barn door!"

"FUCK THAT! I'll die before I go to prison!" Eddie snarled, and then he lashed out with his foot, aiming for the big black man's crotch. The tip of his sneaker caught the man between his navel and his crotch; with a yell of surprise he dropped the teen and grabbed his crotch. The teen dropped to his feet and made a beeline for the door. He ducked as the guard lashed out with his free arm and moved around behind the huge man, and then he grabbed the door handle and yanked the door open.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" Was all Eddie heard before a blackjack crashed down on the back of his neck, he was unconscious before he hit the floor?

*   *    *   *    *    *

"Wake up, you little motherfucker!"

Eddie woke up with the mother of all headaches. He winced as he opened his eyes, and then tried to rise. That was when he realized that he was tied up. He was lying facedown on some kind of worktable; his hands and feet was securely bond around the legs of the table. All he could move was his head and as he turned to see the burly blacks security guard sitting in an office chair a few feet away. 

"What the fuck! What are you doing? Untie me, you bastard!" The teen snarled as he struggled at his bonds.

"Still the cocky little bastard, huh? Well, I guess I'm gonna have to teach you a few lessons, aren't I, white boy? I mean I could just turn you over to the police. Yeah, I could do that. Let you go to prison and let them bust your ass. But with that cocky attitude you might just survive in there. An we can't have that, can we, white boy?"

"Fuck you, you bastard! Let me go!" Eddie barked at his captor. "You can't do this to me, man! Let me go! Listen, man, let me go and maybe we can work something out. I do something for you and you do something for me, huh?"

"You conniving little bastard! You think I can be bought off like that? You are the fucking dumbest white boy I ever met! I never done a dishonest thing in my life even when I was a corrections officer I didn't take any thing from that scum!" Stanton snarled, then he stood up and a slow wicked smile grew on his dark features. "Hmmm, maybe we can work something out after all."

"Anything, man, just get me the fuck oughta here!" The teen said. "Anything you want, man! I'll even! Just don't turn me in, man. I don't want to go to prison."

Suddenly the big black security guard stopped directly in front of the trussed white teenager, the boy had to stretch his head back to look him in the eye. Smiling a truly scary grin, the guard looked at the youth. "Yeah, man, maybe we can deal after all."

With that the huge security guard began to unfasten his belt buckle, he quickly pulled the belt out of the ring and began to unbutton his pants. The teen eyes started to bulge as he watched the burly black security guard start to undress. 

"W-what the fuck are you doing, man?" Eddie said in a nervous voice, and then he started to struggle as the black guard unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. The huge man was wearing white boxers that began to tent out as his erection started to grow. "Ohh, fuck, no, man! NOOO! YOU AIN'T DOING SHIT TO MEE!"

Stanton just smiled at the frightened youth. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, and then he reached up and began to unbutton his shirt. Within a few moments he was draping it over the chair then he turned to reveal his black barrel chest. He moved up closer to the youth until he was just a foot or two away from his face, then he grabbed the waistband of his boxers and yanked them down off his hips. He watched with glee as the white boy winced as his massive black cock bounced free of his shorts. Letting the boxers fall to his feet he stepped out of those so that know all he wore were a pair of white socks. He wrapped his right fist around the base of his enormous boner and with a few tugs swelled it out to an impressive thirteen inches in length. He started to snicker as the youth tried to pull away from the huge shaft which was at least three inches around and capped with a cockhead the size of a child's fist, a huge bulbous ball sac hung between his muscular thighs. "Yeah, look at my big dick, boy! It's something ain't it!"

"NOOOOO! YOU FUCKIN' PERVERT! GET THAT FUCKIN' THING AWAY FROM MEE! HEELPPP! SOMEONE HELP MEE!" He screamed as the black guard flagrantly began to play with himself right in front of his face. From Eddie's perspective the shaft looked like the gun barrel on a battleship. His nostrils wrinkled as the strong pungent aroma of sweat and piss wafted from the man's hairy crotch as he drew closer to his face, aiming the monstrous head at his mouth. He tried to pull away but then the black bastard started to rub the enormous head all over his face, he growled and spit at the bulbous head but it only made the guard laugh. "Uugghhhh! Godddd! Acckk! GET THAT FUCKIN' THING AWAY FROM ME, YOU FAG!"

"Fag, huh? Wait 'til you get to the joint, white boy! Then you'll be everybody's little fag!" He chuckled as he rubbed his huge knob all over the kids face, a few blobs of precut oozed out of his pisshole and smeared the kids face which made him thrash about even more. That made his big black dick stiffen even more. He was going to show this little white boy just what was what. "I think it's about time someone taught you a lesson, white boy. You got too much attitude. So much that I'm surprised nobody squashed you a long time ago! Well, I think I'll show you what real life in the joint is like! OPEN YOUR MOUTH!"

"FUCK YOU! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU BLACK SONUVABITCH!" Eddie screamed as the big man continued to rub his huge smelly dick all over his face, he felt the gorge rising in his throat as the pungent aroma of his semen filled his nostrils. He twisted his head from side to side but it only made it worse as the black bastard rubbed his slimy cockhead over his cheeks and ears, before long his face was shiny with the man's secretions. The black man laughed as he rubbed the thickly veined underside of his cockshaft up and down on the teen's face, the teen suddenly reached out and tried to bite him. He smiled as the big man winced as he actually nipped at the loose skin on the underside of his shaft. But then the teen was struck senseless as the black man cracked him across the face.

"AGGHH! YOU MISERABLE LITTLE BASTARD!" Stanton growled as he gripped the underside of his cock where the little prick bit him. There was only one way to discipline the little arrogant bastard. He strode around the table until he was standing behind the restrained teen. "I'M GONNA FIX YOU GOOD, YOU LITTLE HONKY BASTARD!"

"WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?" The teen asked nervously as he tried to look behind him, but he couldn't turn all the way around. He felt the black man move up behind him.

"I'm gonna show you, first hand, what prison life is like!" Stanton grunted as he grabbed under the youth and undid the front of his jeans, then he grabbed the waistband and savagely yanked his pants down to his ankles. With both hands he grabbed the teens white briefs and ripped them off his hips, displaying his lean white buttocks. The teen immediately started to thrash and squeal like a stuck pig. The big black guard watched as the teenager's small butt cheeks clench tightly as he tried to protect his asshole, his huge black cock twitched eagerly at the thought of plugging that virgin white ass. "You got yourself a nice little ass, white boy; they're gonna like you in prison. But not as much as I'm gonna enjoy breaking you in!"

"NOOOO! NOOOOO! HEELPP! SOMEBODY FUCKIN' HEELP MEEEE!" The teenager screamed as he realized he was about to get brutally buttfucked by the black man's enormous cock. He feared that something that big would rip open his insides, that he would bleed to death while the man fucked the shit out of his ass. He struggled violently on the table; pulling and yanking at the cords which bond his wrists and ankles against the legs of the table. He could feel himself on the verge of tears. This couldn't be happening to him. 

Stanton spit loudly into the palm of his hand, and then rubbed it around the huge dome of his cockhead. He wanted to fuck the little bastard dry but his massive cock would need a lot of lubricant to penetrate that hole. Even though the burly guard liked women, he had on occasion popped a few asses while he was a corrections officer and he found that a boys snug asshole was nearly as good as a virgin's tight pussy. Rubbing the cockhead until it glistened he stuck his middle finger in his mouth so that it was coated with his saliva, then with the other hand he reached down to part the white boys buttcheeks. The teenager winced and started to struggle even more, pleading with the man to stop, but Stanton ignored him as he pried them apart and spied the tiny puckered ring of the boy's anus. Then he pressed the tip of his middle finger against his tight sphincter, feeling it contract tightly at his touch, and began to push against it. The teenager screamed as his fingertips forced its way into the boy's anus; slowly inexorably the tip disappeared into the orifice up to the first segment of his finger.

"AAAAGGGGHHHHHH! UUGGGGHHHHH! YOU MOTHERFUCKER! SSTTOPPP!" Eddie screamed as the man crammed more and more of his finger, which felt like it was ten times bigger than it really was the rest of the way up his ass. He grunted when the man's knuckle pressed into crack of his ass, his rectum flared with hot pain as his tormentor started to twist his finger around his taut passage; he arched his back off the table as he tried to squeeze his sphincter shut around the painful probe. But this only made the black man dig his finger in deeper into his shitchute, hot tears of shame pooled in his eyes as he fought to keep up his gruff demeanor, but the man's insistent probing was wearing away even his cocky attitude. His humiliation increased as the black man sawed his finger in and out of his rectum, greasing the passage with his hot spit, causing his own cock too betray him by stiffening to full erectness as his rectum was continually stroked. "OOOGGHHH, FUCK! UUUGGGGGHHHHH!"

"Not so tough now, are you, punk? And looky here! White boy has done got himself a boner!" Stanton chuckled as he watched the boys cock swell between his legs. His own cock swayed and jerked as he felt the boys rubber rectum pull and squeeze at his finger as he jerked it in and out. He pulled it out for a second to rewet it, savoring the boy pungent anal juices before ramming it back in. "Hey, faggot, you like having my finger up your ass? Making you real horny, isn't it? Wonder what your friends would say about you now!"

Eddie buried his face into the table as he felt his cock throbbing hotly between his legs, jerking each time in response to the man's finger thrusting up his ass. He tried to block out the painful probing his ass was receiving, but each time the man's finger jabbed him into his rectum would set off a new wave of hot pain in his bowels. He could do nothing but lie there and submit to it, his friends had abandoned him at the fence and were probably long gone; the factory was set back from the nearest street so any screaming he did would fall on deaf ears. The thought of that giant cock ramming up his ass was such a frightening thought that he started to contemplate his options. After a few moments he spoke up.

"Okay, okay. I'll suck your cock!" He whispered in defeat. The teenager winced in pain as the big man yanked his finger from his ass and walked slowly around the table to stand in front of him, immense dick standing at full attention. "Oh, Christ!"

"Don't even think about taking a bite out of me, boy! If you do then your friends will never find your body, do you understand me?" He threatened as he stood over the teen; he slipped his right hand around the base of his huge boner and started to jerk it in front of the teen's face. When the teen nodded his head the big man moved right up in front of the boy, grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head up, then he pushed his fat cockhead up against the boys trembling lips and barked, "OPEN THAT FUCKIN MOUTH, BOY!"

Eddie barely opened his mouth when the big bulbous knob was forced between his lips; he wanted to gag as the pungent man meat was shoved into his mouth, the enormous head stretching his jaw as wide as it would go. He swallowed hard as the blunt head continued to push deeper, crushing his tongue against the bottom of his mouth to make room for the massive object, slowly but surely the entire head slipped between his lips and into his mouth. The teen started to breath through his nose as he felt his lips slip tightly behind the crown of the man's giant cockhead, tightly sealing it in as if completely filled his mouth. The big man stopped for a moment as he waited for Eddie to adjust to the size of his cock, his hot saliva started to fill his mouth as the hot, tangy meat tantalized his taste buds. As he slowly adjusted to the huge slab of flesh in his mouth he opened his eyes and stared up the length of the enormous shaft, traveling up the man's huge belly that was more muscle than fat and praying that this would be over soon.




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"OOOHHH, YEAH, WHITEBOY! YOUR MOUTH FEELS SOO GOOD AROUND MY BIG BLACK COCK!" Stanton groaned with delight as he felt the boys mouth squeezing his huge cockhead, gripping the back of the boys head with one hand he reached down to the base of his stiff cock and began to feed the rest of it to the frightened youth. He watched the boy struggle; his eyes grow wider as he forced more of his stiff man meat into his mouth, and eagerly watching as the first several inches of his massive boner disappeared inside the kid's mouth. "That's it you little whitebitch, suck it! COME ON, SUCK IT! ROLL THAT TONGUE AROUND MY DICK! LICK IT AS IF YOU WERE LICKING A BIG BLACK LOLLIPOP!"

The teenager breath rasped loudly through his nostrils as he felt more of the cock forced into his mouth, he didn't know how much more he could take, but he had to do something quickly. Eddie started to wriggle his tongue along the underside of the man's huge cock, tickling the thick bundle of veins just below the crown of his cockhead and it brought an instant moan of satisfaction from his captor. The burly black guard began to rock his hips back and forth, pulling his cock out a little then pushing it back in, all the while the teen's inexperienced tongue swirled around the edges of it until it was lubed with his hot spit. Without even being aware of it his head began to move up and down in rhythm with the guards rocking hips. His lips squelched wetly as they slid along the thick girth of dark meat, then his tongue unexpectedly slid up over the tip of the man's cock and into the furrow of his pisshole.

"UUGGGHHHHHHH! AAAHHHHHHH, YEEAHHHH, BOY! JUST DO THAT, MAN! JUST LICK THE END OF MY COCK!" Stanton exclaimed as he started to hump the kid's mouth, he relaxed his grip on the kids head so that it could move more easily but tightened it around his cock as with each thrust he pushed more and more of his meat into the boy's mouth. Soon the teen's hot saliva was coating the top part of his penis while trickling down its length; the guard was soon fisting his cock wildly as the tempo of his fucking grew more heated. Stanton didn't know if it was because he was raping some white boys mouth or that the kid could actually suck, but he was really getting off on it. "OOOHH, YEEAHH, MAN! SUCK MY COCK! SUCK MY BIG BLACK COCK! SUCK IT LIKE A MAN!!"

Eddie was so scared now that he didn't deny the man anything. His head moved up and down steadily, and then slowly started to rotate it as he really began to get into it himself. All the while his tongue would sweep the broad crown of the man's cockhead as more of the guard's musky pre-cum oozed out onto his tongue in greater quantities. He didn't even panic as the man's cock was pushed deeper into his mouth, the huge head squeezing into the back of his throat. The teen tilted his head back until there was a near straight passage into his throat and on the next thrust the black man's giant cockhead actually squeezed down his throat. Eddie winced as the huge object passed into his gullet and seemed like it was going to rip through the back of his neck. 

"OOOGGHHHH, SHHITT!" Stanton grunted as he felt his cockhead slide into the teen's throat, looking down he was amazed to see over half of his big nigger cock inside the white boy's mouth, his balls tightened with excitement as he could not hold back the inevitable. He grabbed the kids head again and began jerking his cock in and out of the boy's mouth with frightening speed, every time he yanked his cock out spit and seminal fluid flew everywhere. He felt the boy struggle as with each thrust he buried his cock deeper and deeper into he boy's throat, grabbing the root of his titanic cock he beat his meat in rhythm with the thrust of his hips. Before long he felt the all too familiar surge of pressure from his balls as his hot load of cum shot down the length of his cock. "OOOHHHH, GODDDD!! OHHHH, HERE IT COMESSS!"

Eddie shuddered as he heard what the man said. He started to struggle as he felt the shaft of meat in his mouth start to shudder, he may have been forced to suck the man's cock but he wasn't gonna swallow another man's sperm like some cocksucking faggot. But before he could formulate any kind of plan the big black guard gripped his head tightly as he let out a loud bellow, his belly arching towards him as the man stood on the balls of his feet as he rammed his enormous cock into his mouth one more time. The teen suddenly held his breath as the dark cockmeat swelled in his mouth and hot, thick sperm spewed into his mouth. Eddie moaned as his mouth was abruptly flood with the thick gooey semen and had nowhere to go. The guard had his cock firmly jammed in his mouth and there was very little space between his lips and the shaft for anything to escape as more and more of the awful tasting sperm spewed into his mouth, almost gagging him quickly swallowed the thick cream. He felt the huge glob pass down in his throat and down into his gullet, but just as quickly his mouth filled with more of the negroes thick rich semen, he choked on the salty, bitter tasting flood as it spilled thickly over his tongue and down his throat

"OOOOHHH, YEAH, BITCH, SWALLOW THAT BLACK CUM! YEAH, TAKE IT ALL! DON"T DROP A BIT OF IT! OOOHHHHHH, YEAHHH! SUCK MY BIG BLACK COCK DRY!" The guard said hoarsely as he continued to hump the white teenagers face, feeling the kid's throat work overtime as he shot the biggest load of cum in his life. For long minutes his cock jerked and twitched as he released spurt after spurt of thick ropey cum. Finally, after, what seemed like an eternity he pushed the kids head back and yanked his cock from between the teen's swollen lips. Almost immediately the teen let out a large gurgling burp and vomited up a huge glob of spit and saliva that burst on the floor like a water balloon. The guard chuckled at the white boy's situation and was pleasantly surprised that the kid managed to hold down the rest. He moved back a few steps and looked at the beaten teenager hunched over the table, a long string of thick drool hanging down to the floor, and then he looked down at his big dick. It had only wilted slightly after he came in the kid's mouth; it was thoroughly coated with spit and drool. He looked over at the boys lean as and his cock grew to full erectness once again. With an evil chuckle he walked around behind the teenager to stare again at the lean buttocks, placing both of his hands on the kids ass he pried apart the two cheeks until the teen's tiny anus was revealed, the puckered ring spammed as he leaned over the boys prostrate form and pressed his massive cockhead against the teen's anus. 

"W-what are you doing?" the teen said in a thick raspy voice, he cleared his throat and spat a huge globe of phlegm onto the floor, then he turned his head to look over his shoulder as the man leaned over him and cupped his ass in his meaty hands. He gasped as he felt something huge pressed against his ass, realizing with horror that the big black man was about bugger him up the ass. He started to scream as his big Negro tormentor began to prod his ass with quick jabs of his hips. The huge bulbous head slowly pressed against his tiny sphincter and he started to blubber as it felt like something the size of a telephone pole was being slowly pushed up his ass. He thrashed wildly on the table in a vain attempt to get away, but all he did was prolong the inevitable. He screamed suddenly when the huge black man brought all his weight down on top of him, shoving his hips forward against him as he rammed his cock inside his ass. Eddie screamed as his rectum was lashed by white-hot pain, he felt the man grab him by the shoulders and drive him down onto the table, and then he felt the big bastard pressed his crotch fully into his ass. The pain was extraordinary and the teen blacked out on the table.

"YEEAAHH, YOU LITTLE BITCH! CRY LIKE THE LITTLE BITCH THAT YOU ARE! FEEL THAT BIG BLACK DICK IN YOUR ASS! WELL THAT'S NOTHING TO WHAT YOU"LL GET IN PRISON!" The black guard taunted as he continued his merciless attack on the boys rectum, feeling his massive cock slowly penetrate the tight ring of his anus, little by little with violent thrust of his hips he forced his huge cockhead inside until the puckered ring snapped closed around him. The huge black man paused a moment in his assault, his big muscular frame shiny with sweat as he looked down at the teenager and realized that he was unconscious. Stanton wasn't concerned with this development, it meant less screaming from the white boy when he really went to work on his ass. Then he gripped the youth around the waist and began to push with his hips again all the while watching as his massive black dick savagely dilated the boy's rectum as it slipped inside. His shaft was so lubed with juices that he easily slid his thirteen inch cock all the way up the boy's ass. Stanton grunted with satisfaction when his bulbous sac was slapping up against the teens trembling thighs. "WHAT A TIGHT ASS YOU GOT, BOY! ABOUT THE BEST ASS I EVER FUCKED!"

The teen moaned softly as he wandered in and out of consciousness. The brutal impact of the black man's pelvis on his upturned buttocks sent hot flashes of pain up his bowels; he grabbed the table as hard as he could as he was yanked back and forth. He clenched his teeth as the man's nails dug into the flesh of his ass as the enormous cock rammed in and out of his ass, the shaft tearing at the tender flesh of his rectum until finally the pain began to fade. Slowly the intense stabbing pain in his bowels dulled to a low throb and it actually became more bearable as his rectum began to loosen and stretch to accommodate the man's massive boner, before long the huge cock was sliding effortlessly in and out of his ass. Eddie was soon grunting and groaning as Stanton humped in and out, pulling his cock nearly all the way out of his ass before slamming it back home, his huge balls slapping against Eddie's testicles. Before long the teen felt his own cock swelling to full erectness all on its own, he blushed with shame as he was slowly aroused by the heated massage of his prostate. Finally he just surrendered to the sensations, allowing himself to go completely limp and not resist as the bigger man rode him for all he was worth. 

"OOOOOHHH, YEAH! OOOOHHH, GOODDD! FUCKIN ASS IS REALLY EASIN UP NOW! OOHHH, YEAAH, YOU'RE REALLY GETTING OFF ON IT TOO, AIN'T YOU? AIN'T YOU?" He jabbed the kid hard in the ass to punctuate his last statement. Almost immediately Stanton was rewarded with a definite affirmative as the teen started to hump his ass off the table, ramming his ass backwards as he thrust his giant cock forward, taking all thirteen inches of Stanton's cock up his tight whites. Stanton grinned as he realized that he had broken the will of the smart mouthed teen, that the cocky white boy was know eagerly taking all of the Stanton's big black meat and wanted more. The burly guard picked up the pace of his thrusts, violently ramming his huge cock in and out of the teen's ass until it was a blur. Then after a few minutes he hunched over the teen, his huge frame stiffening as he threw his head back and bellowed as he started to come in the boy's ass. "AAAAAAGGGHHHHHHH, YEAAHHH! I'M COMING! HERE IT COMES, BOY! HERE COMES MY HOT BLACK SEED! UUGGHHHHH!! YEAH, GONNA FILL YOU'RE ASS! AAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!"

Eddie stiffened as the huge black man collapsed on top of him, driving his immense boner all the way up his anal passage just as the first load of hot sperm exploded from his cock. The huge head felt like it was swelling in his ass as the first scalding load spurted out of the man's pisshole searing the tender walls of his rectum. He gasped as he felt his ass suddenly flood with the man's full load of thick, hot semen, then another load followed and another. The teen lay there breathing hard as the big black man continued to pump load after load into his bowels until it seemed he could not hold anymore. Then the huge man slowly drew his thick hose out of the boy's anus, spewing the last few loads onto the kids quivering buttocks. Stanton stood behind the boy panting as his massive erection finally deflated as he watched his thick semen ooze out of the boys twitching ass. He reached down and quickly untied the boy, and then he stepped back.

"Get your clothes on and get you sore ass out of here!" He ordered.

'Y-you're not turning me in?" The teen asked as he slowly got up from the table.

"Not this time, white boy. I'm gonna let you slide this time. But let this be a lesson to you. I catch you in here again. Then you go to jail and you get to do this everyday!"

The teen quickly slipped back into his clothes. Then the burly black guard walked him toward the door and let him out. As he walked out the door and headed towards the fence he heard the guard behind him.

"Then again, if you want to stop by for some more fun. My big black dick will be waiting for you!"

Eddie scaled the fence, wincing as his rectum radiated with pain, running into the darkness as the guard's taunting laughter echoed across the night.

The End.



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The warm water felt good on my bare skin as it beat down on the tense muscles in my shoulders. In a little while I would be feeling Mary's adept fingers massaging those same muscles. And more. She always got aroused when she rubbed my back. I looked down and noticed Sparky was thinking the same thing. I lathered the soap heavily in my pubic hairs, stroking my cock and scrotum, careful not to get any soap in my pee hole. That can burn like crazy. I paid special attention to my ass. Mary loved my ass. And it always felt good when she slipped a finger or two inside. 

I was wondering what exciting sexual adventure the evening held for us when the phone rang. I turned off the water, grabbed my towel to wipe my wet hand and face, and put the cellular to my ear without looking to see who it was.

"Hello."

"Hi, Jimbo." She always called me Jimbo at work. Now some of her coworkers were doing the same. Cute from the girls. Not so cute from Bobby.

"Hi, baby. You getting ready to come home soon?" I could tell from the disappointment in her voice that she had bad news.

"We've had a couple of add-ons. One is Dr. Gonzalez' patient and he's never on time. I don't think I'll be home for another 4 or 5 hours."

"What a crock! Sparky and the boys are really disappointed."

"So am I," she said. "But don't go playing with yourself. I wouldn't want you shaking that stick without me."

"Yes ma'am. Wouldn't think of it. And what would you do about it anyway?" I teased.

"You wouldn't want to find out," she said with an uncharacteristic hint of steel to her tone.

"Oh, yeah?" I was always quick with a witty reply.

"Yeah. Those stories you've been making me read have been giving me some good ideas of what to do with bad boys."

That made Sparky twitch and tingle. 

"And what would those ideas look like?" I asked, my mouth suddenly dry.

"Ooops! Gotta go. They're bringing in my next patient." 

The line went dead as she hung up on me.

I looked down at Sparky. He was clamoring for attention. 

"All you're going to get right now, big boy, is a good drying, I said as I made use of the towel in my right hand.

I rummaged through my closet looking for my light silk robe. It was a warm night and I didn't' want to wear my heavy terry cloth one. But it wasn't there. Anywhere. I looked on the bed. Checked the bathroom. Came back to the bedroom. No robe. But Mary's semi-transparent bit of silky fluff was laying on the foot of the bed. 

"Why not," I thought. "There's nobody here but us chickens."

The robe fit well. We're about the same size. But it was really short. And the top part was kind of frilly and opened wider on my chest than my robe. It felt really sexy. And it smelled of Mary's dusting powder. That is one of the sexiest scents I know of.

"Hey, Sparky, we need to cover you up a bit." 

He was sticking straight out. Any minute now he might start drooling. Lovable, but a bit of an idiot.

I rummaged through my special drawer of underwear when the purple butterfly panties I bought for Mary caught my eye. 

"These don't cover much, but they do make you look pretty. Besides, Cowgirl likes 'em on you." 

I call her Cowgirl because she likes to ride bareback ... er ... survey the spread ... you get the picture.

I pulled the dainty little elastic up my legs. I positioned the butterfly over my pubic hair just above my dick and adjusted the thong to fit comfortably into the crack of my ass. I decided to check myself out in the full length mirror. 

My small nipples showed through the transparent white fabric of the robe, as did the purple butterfly. It was a surprisingly interesting picture. But I couldn't keep the front of the robe closed. Sparky kept separating the two sides below the tie. He thought he looked pretty, too.

One last stop before I went into the living room to watch TV. I stepped into the bathroom and pulled out the round box of Obsession. I dusted my crotch and my butt. The smell was intoxicating.

TV sucked. 133 channels and there wasn't anything I wanted to watch. I looked at my watch. It had been an hour and a half since Mary had called.

"Well, she's probably finished with that first case," I thought as I headed for the bedroom. "She still won't be home for another two or three hours."

In the bedroom I bent over at the head of the bed and pulled out the grey metal box. Inside were our videos and some of our toys. We didn't use the toys much. But I was in the mood for something sexy and stimulating. I pulled out a DVD I had just gotten. It was a freebie with an order I had placed and I had yet to see it. On the cover was a picture of a gorgeous redhead in a merry widow, stockings, and hi heels. She was holding a leash which was attached to a collar wrapped around the neck of a mostly naked man. Judging from the size of his hard on he was enjoying whatever was going on and looking forward to more. I was surprised to find the DVD case wasn't shrink-wrapped. But I figured they sent it that way because it was a freebie and cheaper to do so.

I slipped the DVD into the player and began watching as the redhead led the man by a leash on his cock. She pulled him to her and commanded him to his knees before her as she leaned against a table. Soon he was licking her pussy and she was moaning. She grabbed his hair and I grabbed my cock and started stroking it. She pulled him into her wet pussy grinding her hips into his face as he fucked her with his tongue. I wiped the pre cum off the tip of my dick with index the finger of my left hand and sucked it. When she screamed I came, spurting the first glob of my cum all the way to my cheek.

"What the hell!" 

I looked up as she continued to scream in her orgasm. Sparky kept right on cumming in ever smaller squirts as Mary watched from the bedroom door. 

"What the hell are you doing? I thought I told you not to wank that tiny little cock of yours while I was gone? Didn't I? Look at it! It's even smaller than usual!"

She was right. It had gotten a lot smaller real fast. But not before I'd spurted come from my face to my belly. I was so embarrassed. And it was all over her pretty robe and the butterfly panties.

"You've been a really naughty boy and you're going to have to be punished," she said as she came toward the bed. 

"What's this?" she asked as she wiped the gob of goo from my cheek. Using her other hand she wiped some off the diaphanous robe I was wearing. "And what about this?" she asked as she brought both hands to my mouth and smeared them on my lips.

Before I could answer she kissed me passionately, shoving her tongue into my mouth while grabbing my shrunken, wet penis.

"Oh, yes, you have been a very naughty boy. But just wait. I know what to do with naughty boys. I know how to treat naughty boys!"

END PART ONE



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Ruthie and I had been married for nearly eight years, a second marriage for both us. She is about five foot six, with black hair and lovely eyes. Some would call her a bit overweight but I saw her as voluptuous. I'm five foot eleven with a stocking build, dark hair, dark eyes, and a hairy chest. Ruthie and I enjoyed a very lively sex life and we often shared fantasies during our lovemaking. We had both talked about the possibilities of same sex encounters and while we encouraged each other neither of us had ever acted on it.

Dave, is my best friend, has been since we were boys. We had done everything together and enjoyed each other's company over the years. Dave was slightly taller than me with light brown hair, blue eyes and a smooth body. When you are good friends with someone you can tell by the little signs how the other feels and I think both of us felt it might be fun sometime to explore a man to man encounter. 

One Saturday Dave came over to help me with a project while Ruthie went shopping. She loved to shop and would be gone for hours. Dave and I got at the project and when finished we decided to have a beer. We sat down on the couch in the great room and popped in a porno disc. It was the usual stuff and I was able to tell that Dave was as excited as I. We watch the traditional boy-girl, boy-girl-girl, and girl-girl scene when we were treated to a boy-boy scene. At that point we both got very quiet and just watched. Whether he did it on purpose or not suddenly Dave had spread his legs and his thigh touched mine. We looked at each other and there was a long pause. I don't know what actually prompted it but he leaned over and kissed me. 

He broke the kiss and just looked at me, waiting for some kind of sign. I just smiled and we leaned into each other and kissed again. This time lips parted and tongues danced. Our hands began to caress each other and soon both of us had slipped the other's zippers down and as we kissed we were stroking each other. It felt very erotic to feel another man's cock, feel the power of it growing in your hands, and knowing that your touch is the cause. We kissed and stroked, slowly losing our inhibitions until we heard a familiar voice.

"What are you two doing?" cried Ruthie. We both sat up in shocked silence, like two little boys who had been caught with their hands in the cookie jar. We were both red and hard as we tried we couldn't come up with an explanation. We sat there until Ruthie said, "Both of you come with me." She led us into the bedroom and she sat in the lazy boy. We stood in front of her and she said, "Both you take your clothes off." When we started to protest Ruthie said, "Dave, if you don't do what I tell you, I will tell your wife and she will leave you in a heartbeat." She then looked at me and said, "Do what I tell you or I'm gone." With no choice we both got naked.

"Kiss," was all she said. We kissed and when we broke the kiss she told us to get on the bed. As we moved to the bed she opened her blouse. "Now I want you two to make out while I watch." Dave started to protest but Ruthie changed his mind when she grabbed for the phone. We started to kiss and caress each other. 

We took turns licking and nibbling on each other's nipples and as we did that I really started letting the arousal get to me, as did Dave. We took turns and then she said, "Get into a 69." We looked at her and she had removed her clothes and was fingering her pussy. We slowly got into position. There I was face to face, so to speak, with my best friends cock. It was long and slim, rising up out of a nest of curly brown hair. I looked at it and thought how handsome it was. I place my hand on it and was working up the courage to put my mouth around it when I felt Dave's lips on my cock. My eyes closed in pleasure, my head leaned forward and I tasted my first cock. It was so sweet and I moved up head up and back as I stroked him with my hand. 

As we sucked our breathing began to get deeper and moans escaped from both of our lips. The thing I was so hesitant to suck was now something I longed to keep sucking on for as long as possible. I could feel the heat rising in my own body. Our hips began to move in perfect harmony. We were both moving toward a climax, when we heard Ruthie say, "Stop."

Frustrated moans escaped from both of our mouths. Ruthie just smiled. She got up out of her chair and came over to us. She told me to get on my hands and knees. I started to say something but I knew that she had me. I did as I was told. I felt her place something cold and greasy around my anus. He finger slipped in as she lubed me up. She then lubed up Dave's cock. He knelt behind me, she spread my cheeks, and watched as he entered me. 

It hurt, but I took it, I had no choice. Thankfully he pressed his way in slowly, until he was all the way in. He didn't move for a while letting me used to the new invader. Then Ruthie moved around in front of me, with her back against the headboard, legs drawn up. She told me to eat her pussy as Dave Fucked me. 

I lowered my head and I could see the moisture on her lips and smell her arousal. I close my eyes and stuck out my tongue. I began to lap her pussy lips just as Dave started to move in and out. I pressed my tongue into her pussy and licked out her sweet honey. Her taste and scent were driving me crazy as was the cock in my ass. 

As I licked Ruthie began to move and I knew she was getting close. At the other end Dave was stroking faster and faster building up to his climax. Dave held my hips in a vice-like grip and then he grunted hard. His hips bucked hard and he began to shoot his load into my bowels. As he rutted like an animal Ruthie began to cum. Her thighs tightened around my head. He hips lifted up and they bounced up and down of their own accord. She cried out as she spasmed and then slowly both she and Dave came back to earth.

Dave pulled out of me and lay down at the foot of the bed. I rolled over on my back and lay down as well. Ruthie snuggled up and kissed me and she began to stroke my erection. It felt so good and I need to cum desperately. "I love you," she cooed into my ear and that coupled with her caressing caused me to cum. I shot one long stream after another high into the air. The first jet landed in Ruthie's hair as did the second. The third jet him me in the chin with the fourth landing on my neck. Soon the last few drops had been milked from my cock and I rested comfortably. 

No one moved until Ruthie said, "Dave, it's time for you to go. But you will be back here next Saturday." Dave dressed and left silently. While Ruthie and I cuddled up and fell asleep.



Caught



For a change, I am awake early. You look so peaceful asleep that I don't want to disturb you. I quickly dress in a strappy top and short skirt. As it is the start of what looks to be a lovely day I decide to nip out and pick up a few bits for the picnic we have planned later. 

I return and let myself in quietly. The house is quiet so I presume you are still sleeping. I open the bedroom door slowly. I look at you and you are half under the bed covers. Your eyes are shut and your head is turned away from me towards the window, although I can see that you are looking a little hot. The duvet is pulled up to your middle and I can see your chest and stomach. I take in all this in seconds. My eyes travel further down your body and suddenly I see movement under the covers. I realise instantly that you are touching yourself...and I am incapable of moving. 

You moan slightly and the noise reminds me to breathe. I watch as you raise your knees slightly and push the duvet down. My eyes rush to your face to see if you have noticed me standing there. Your eyes are still shut and your breathing has become harsher. I quickly look back down and my eyes go straight to your cock. It looks thick and shiny and you are gripping it just under the head with your right hand. Your left hand is by your hip, gripping the sheet under you. I can see pre cum dribbling down the head of your cock and my tongue automatically licks my lips. You expertly catch the pre cum with your thumb and smear it down over the head of your cock and just underneath. You continue to stroke yourself and your movements are becoming harder.

I still haven't moved and my mouth feels very dry. My heart is thudding in my chest and I know my nipples are visible through my top...they feel so hard. You then start to lift your ass up slightly from the bed on each downward stroke on your cock. You bring your knees up higher and start to push upwards, your ass now clearing the bed. You are bucking up on each thrust and wanking your cock so hard. I am totally transfixed; I have never seen anything quite so erotic. I feel my pussy spasm and flood. Seeing you wank like this has made me so wet.

The head of your cock is dripping more and more. I want it...I want to taste it. In a low soft voice I whisper your name... Your head snaps round to see me standing in the doorway. You look so surprised to see me and I can tell you are not sure what my reaction will be. I walk to the bed and climb onto it. I move towards you and swing my leg over so that I am straddling you on my knees. I lower myself down so that I am lying on top of you. You start to say "I'm sorry..." I put a finger on your lips to stop you, and say that watching you without you knowing was so exciting. I say that you have made me very wet and I shift position slightly so that your still hard cock is pressing against my pussy. I can see from your reaction that you can tell how wet I am even through my g-string.

This is too much for either of us and as I lower my mouth over yours, you push up, thrusting your long tongue into my mouth. I suck on it and start to moan as you push your hands through my hair and bring me even closer to you. We kiss for several minutes, gently at first, then increasing in urgency, our tongues darting in each others mouths, taking turns to suck on each other.

Your hands had moved from my hair and had been running up and down my back. You pull my top up and over my head, discarding it on the floor. My nipples ache and you can feel them through my bra grazing your chest. You undo my bra and push the straps off my shoulders, raising my chest slightly. As you remove the cups, my heavy breasts spill onto your chest. They feel so warm against your cool skin and you groan. Your hands reach round to the front and you cup each breast in turn, your thumbs slowly circling around the outside of my nipples, working their way inwards. Suddenly you pinch each nipple at the same time. This makes me shudder and I can't help grinding myself against your cock. You lower one breast to your mouth and lick my nipple in a long drawn out stroke. You then suck it into your mouth and flick it with the hard tip of your tongue. Then you bite down hard and watch me as I shake and grab your upper arms for support.

Giving one last bite you push me so that I am sat up. You lift up my skirt and we can both see your hard cock with my pussy partially over it. I shift back slightly and you grab your cock, holding it so it is upright. I unzip my skirt and pull it off over my head, jostling my breasts. Your cock is slick with my juices and you start to wank it, squeezing under the head and stroking up and down. I am watching you and my hand goes to my pussy. I push my g-string to one side and run a finger along the inside of my lips. The wetness excites me more. I take my finger and run it over the head of your cock, mixing your pre cum with my juices, and then rub this over my clit. You are watching me as you stroke yourself.

I want to feel you inside me.... You grab my ass and pull me to you. I raise myself up and over your cock. Slowly I start to lower myself onto you, both of us gasping at the heat and moistness. We are both still for a few seconds, then you grab my hips and pull me down as you thrust up to meet me. I lean back slightly and my hands go to my breasts. I hold them in my hands, squeezing the full flesh, then my fingers moving to my nipples to squeeze really hard. 

I lower my right hand down and start to rub my clit. I am pushing down onto your cock and you are fucking upwards to meet me. I get so close but I don't want to come yet.

I lift myself off you and place your hand onto your wet cock, moving my hand over yours, controlling your speed. I want to watch you finish off what I saw you start... You continue to stroke your cock and with your other hand you thrust two fingers inside my cunt, curling them upwards and hitting my g spot. I can't help myself and start to rub my clit again.

We are both moaning, our breathing becoming hoarser. I can feel you start to buck up under me and know that you are close to coming. My thighs start to shake and my moans are getting louder and rising in pitch. You know that this is a sign that I am going to cum and it sets you off. You groan louder and your legs stiffen. I look down and see your cock twitch and a thick rope of cum shoots out. It lands on my stomach and starts to dribble down to my pussy. I run my fingers through it and rub your cum into my clit. I scream that I am coming and you push your fingers further into me.

I collapse onto the bed beside you and you put your arms around me. You hold and kiss me, stroking my hair, until my shakes subside...



Caught



I've decided to edit this story after a review that suggested it didn't flow well, with the first and third person perspectives. I hope you readers find this version easier to read and as enjoyable as before. Thank you all for taking the time to comment, send feedback and vote.

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The rough floor bit into her knees and the lamp heated unforgiving against her flesh. She could hear Him breathing in the shadows, watching her, His eyes boring into her soul. She didn't dare try to seek Him out, didn't dare move, even though her knees ached and her heart broke. She knelt perfectly still, waiting for the rest of the punishment He guaranteed would be granted to her this night. 

She'd always liked this room because she knew it was His and pleasure was always gained here, but tonight, it held an ugliness that she created. She hated herself for what she'd done, but she hated disappointing Him even more. She'd pushed too hard this time and now she had to pay for that. She knew this, but that didn't stop the tears from gathering in her eyes and crawling down her flushed cheeks. 

She heard Him shift in the darkness, her head cocking toward the sound, but her eyes remained down cast. Her whole body trembled, almost afraid of what He'd come up with as her punishment. In her heart she knew He'd never do anything to truly hurt her, never break any limits He knew she couldn't handle, but this was different, this was a place she'd never been before and though she knew Him, she also knew what He was capable of. 

He rose from the chair and slowly walked to the very edge of the shadows, continuing to watch her. His brows creased, jaw clenched. He wasn't sure what to do to make her understand this was no game. She'd defied Him for the last time. He had to teach her this valuable lesson. He slowly walked around her, keeping to the shadows, eyes always upon her. His thoughts fluttered and danced, thinking up the things that might teach her, casting them aside as quickly, only to think up something else. He stopped circling in front of her, hands behind His back, His voice bordering on a growl as He spoke, "Look at Me." 

She flinched visibly at His voice, her head jerking up slightly, her tear filled eyes rising slowly toward His. She dared not speak, dared not plead forgiveness. She took a shuddering breath, and once more waited for His bidding. 

He watched as her body flinched, and met her eyes easily, unaffected by the tears staining her face. He'd seen her tears many times. His deep voice carried to her, "What would teach you to not defy Me as you do, slut? Am I not your Master? Am I not the One that has taught you so much, opened your mind and body? Am I not the One that believes you can be more then you are? Am I not the One that took you into My home, cared for you, used you for My pleasure, and ensured your safety and your own pleasure? Tell Me, what you think would be a proper punishment for what you've done?" 

She trembled as each question was thrown at her. She wasn't sure how to answer. Yes He was her Master, yes He was her teacher, yes He was her believer, and yes He was her provider, but to name a fitting punishment for her transgression, she couldn't think of a single thing that would suit Him. In a broken thick voice she whispered into the shadows that He dwelled, "Master, Your slut can not think of a fitting punishment for her transgression. She will willingly take whatever punishment You decide." 

He watched her inner struggle with the rapid-fire questions. He knew what her answer would be regarding the punishment. He also knew within His own soul her answers to the other questions. He exhaled purposefully loud never taking His eyes from her. "Slut, I am so very disappointed in you." He began His circle around her once again. His thoughts frustrated at this situation. 

He truly adored her and deep down didn't want to do this any more then she wanted Him to, but she needed to learn. 

He stopped in front of her again His voice agitated, "You took My pleasure from Me. You took without asking and didn't think twice. Did you think I'd not let you have your own pleasure, your own release?!" He took a deep breath and retreated back to the chair, not waiting for her answer. His anger was getting the best of Him and He needed to calm down before continuing with her. 

Her eyes welled with fresh tears at His words. She could feel the frustration radiating from Him, could feel His growing anger. She struggled to keep her cries silent, her entire body wracking with sobs under the burning light. Her heart breaking with each question He threw at her. She would be truly surprised if He didn't throw her out of His life completely. 

He glanced at His watch, sighing. It was growing late. He looked to her again, shaking His head slightly as He once more rose from the chair and moved toward the door. His voice thrown over His shoulder, "You stay down here tonight, in that position, all night. Don't even think about moving." the door shutting on His words. He trudged up the stairs to the kitchen and sat at the table, thoughts of what to do with her still moving through His mind. 

She watched in anguish as He shut her out, leaving her in the basement that they'd both referred to many times as the Dungeon. She sighed heavily, her fate unknown to her. She could hear Him upstairs in the kitchen, heard the chair as it scraped across the linoleum. She wondered what His plans for her were as the tears ran unchecked down her cheeks to spill between her widely spread thighs. Her body ached inside and out as she shivered... remembering. Her mind drifted to earlier that day, to the transgression that brought her to the present.

Master had teased her unmercifully the previous day and into the morning before leaving the house to attend a meeting. She knew He would allow her the release she so desperately wanted when He wished it. He brought her so very close numerous times, only to deny her, leaving her breathless and hungry for more. He was very good at it and she knew He enjoyed seeing her suffer. She more than willingly conceded to each torment, her need to please Him was her strength to endure. But today, her strength waned; the need that He'd built up in her burned as brightly as one of heavens stars.

She'd finished the chores He'd required of her earlier then she'd expected, so she decided to do a little reading online while she awaited His arrival back home. She didn't have intentions to transgress. She looked down the bookmarks in the browser and couldn't help but select one of her favorites. She waited patiently as the site opened and the list of stories sprung to life before her. A smile touched her lips as she read down the titles, finally selecting one that caught her eye. 

As she read, her body enflamed once more, almost as though Master had touched her, or whispered 'Mine' in her ear. She squirmed in the chair, thighs parting widely of their own accord. She didn't even realize her hand had drifted down to nestle against her hot swollen pussy lips. Her eyes scanned the erotic words and deeds played out on the screen before her and her body reacted to them like she was the woman in the story. 

Her cunt spasmed as her fingers brushed lightly over her very sensitive clit. Her heart thundered behind her ribs as her other hand strayed to the turgid bud of her heaving breast. She was completely lost in the story and her own body. 

Her fingers moved in a rhythm they knew well, bringing her closer and closer to the release she'd been denied. The fingers that found her aching nipple pinched and twisted the bud until sparks of sweet pain burned through her breast, adding to the need that was so perfectly built during the previous hours. 

Christ she needed release and the willfulness that was deeply ingrained reared its head and whispered in her mind to let go, to feel the pleasure He'd been keeping from her. With that, her body jerked, fingers slipping easily into her soaking cunt, fucking herself wildly with them, feeling the white heat in her core burn as the orgasm began to wash over her. 

Her body trembled, head thrown back, hips bucking up hard against her palm, her pussy suckling at her fingers, drawing them in further. She was awash with the delicious feelings of her release and as her lusty eyes opened slightly, she saw Him standing in the doorframe disappointment marring His handsome face. She'd been undeniably caught. There was no excuse for what He was witness to, no explanation she could muster that would do justice. She knew right then she pushed too hard. 

Her eyes widened as He strode across the room and grabbed her wrist that was still buried between trembling thighs, pulling her glistening fingers from her cunt wetly, hauling her to her feet and pushing her down the stairs to the Dungeon, while He growled "get into position and you WILL be punished for this!" as He switched on the lamp above her and retreated to the chair in the shadows. He spoke no other words until He demanded she look at Him. She simply knelt, as the tears of shame crawled down her cheeks. She hated herself.

He sat at the kitchen table, His thoughts a blur of what sort of punishment would be fitting for His defiant slut. He knew He couldn't truly leave her down there kneeling against the cement flooring or under the lamp the whole night, but He did want her stewing, thinking He would. He was grateful that the meeting He'd attended earlier that day allowed Him to have the following few days off of work, more than enough time to deal with her and hopefully teach her a valuable lesson.



Caught



He turned around and there she was, standing in the doorway. He never locked the doors when he was home. There wasn't much to steal and he didn't have any enemies. In fact he never really expected anyone to wander in, so her appearance was something of a surprise.

He'd seen her around. It was hard not to notice her, she had striking short red hair, bright green eyes and a killer figure. She would probably never be a super-model, she had a little too much meat on her, but that was what he liked. She was wearing a tight baby-doll T with the word "angel" on it, and very short, tight cut-offs.

"So this is where you live." She closed the door and looked around at the Spartan room. He had a computer, small CD collection and a portable CD/tape player. She returned her attention to him and he felt very uncomfortable under her gaze. It wasn't that she was threatening, simply that he had little experience with women of her beauty. "I've seen you around."

She walked over to him and crouched down next to his chair. He tried to think of something to say. "I'm..." she placed a finger on his lips. He looked into her eyes and knew she understood how uncomfortable he was. She smiled gently.

"I've asked around about you. Everyone thinks you're a good guy. Always willing to help out, even if you are a little reserved." The last part was code for 'loner', he knew all to well. Her hand had moved from his lips and ran down his arm before dropping to the floor between her legs.

He stood up quickly. "Uh, can I get you something?"

She smiled again. "Just a glass of water?" He nodded and hurried into the kitchen. This wasn't going well, but what could he expect? She had appeared suddenly and without warning. She seemed to know quite a bit about him and he didn't even know her name. Hopefully he could find a way to turn the situation around so that he wasn't looking like a complete idiot. He was glad the TV hadn't been on at least.

He returned to the room and handed her the water before sitting back down. As she stood next to him, drinking the water quickly, he realized he had sat down just in time as his body began to betray him. His head was less then a foot away from her navel, offering him a very close view of the most intriguing portions of her anatomy. From this close he was pretty sure she wasn't wearing anything underneath her clothing. A thong was possible but he still doubted it.

She looked around. Suddenly he realized that the only place to put the glass was the table on the other side of the chair. He was about to suggest he could take the empty glass when she put her closer hand on the back of the chair and leaned across him to set down the glass.

If he'd had a good view previously it had suddenly become even better. Her breasts were now hanging inches from his face and he could clearly see a lack of straps. He sensed her head move and quickly turned to see her looking into his eyes. His cheeks heated, he'd been caught staring. There was laughter in her eyes as she smiled at his embarrassment. "You like me don't you?" His embarrassment grew. "I, uh, I don't really even know you." This time she did laugh. It was a free and honest laugh that showed she appreciated his honesty and innocence. As she laughed her body shifted and she sat down on his lap. Her arms moved, wrists resting on his shoulders and fingers intertwined behind his neck.

"You know that's not what I meant." She used her arms to pull herself closer to him. "I appreciate the honesty though." Her smile was even more devastating from inches away. Her proximity was having a wonderful and nerve wracking effect on his body. He was glad she was still sitting on his knees, any closer and she would be able to feel his erection through their clothes.

She leaned forward and kissed him. Her breasts pressed pleasantly against his chest. Even through two layers of fabric her could feel her nipples pressing against him. He was to surprised to respond to her kiss and his arms tensed as he gripped the chair. Too soon she leaned back and smiled.

He hadn't realized her hands had left his neck during the kiss until he felt the first strap tighten around his wrist. His eyes flew wide before his head snapped around to look at it. Even as he began to move a strap appeared around his other wrist. His arms were now firmly attached to the rear legs of the chair. His gaze shifted back to her in confusion.

She was still sitting across his lap, her hands in her own. Her smile, though mischievous, was still very gentle and honest. There was compassion in her eyes. "I tried to think of how best to approach you, but I was pretty sure you wouldn't take me seriously." She looked away in sorrow. When she spoke again it was barely a whisper. "I've been rejected before by nice men who were so sure I was making fun of them."

Her gaze swung back, a hunger in her eyes. "Not this time." A grin spread across her face as she shifted position on the chair. She turned to face him, shifting a leg to either side, and slid closer. Undoubtedly she could feel his erection now, but her eyes never left his. Her hips shifted slightly forward rubbing her lust against his and causing him to grow even stronger. "The last thing I'll say is that you're going to really enjoy this. Trust me."

Her hands lifted his shirt over his head and left it behind his neck. Next she stood up and walked over to the door. Almost absently she reached out and locked it with one hand while she crouched down to grab a bag with her other. She walked back to him, dropped the bag absently and crouched down in front of him. Her hungry gaze traveled from his knees to his crotch where she stopped and enjoyed the anticipation. She reached out slowly, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants then carefully pulled them towards her. Once past his knees she let them fall to the floor ignored. She was already reaching back, his underwear soon followed.

She stopped once again and looked at his member. He couldn't be called big, but he was certainly more then big enough. A minute later she shook her head, as if to clear her thoughts and reached for her bag. He couldn't see what she removed but it quickly became apparent as he felt his ankles secured to the front legs in a similar manner to his wrists. She reached into the bag once more. This time she pulled out some rope and a pole about six feet long with brackets on either end. She tied one end of the rope to his knee then ran it through each of the brackets, under the seat of the chair, and finally tied his other knee. Her hands moved between his legs and underneath the chair, suddenly the rope tightened, pulling his knees apart as far as they could go, in the process forcing him to slide forward on the chair.

He was acutely aware of how close this brought his now pulsing organ to her face as she continued to stretch her arms under the chair. This awareness caused it to grow fully erect. She looked up from whatever she was concentrating on and smiled seeing his response. She leaned forward slightly, tilting her head and lightly kissed the spot where his manhood met his testicles, causing a shudder to run through him.

Her task complete, she sat back on her feet, placing her hands on her knees and just looked at him, inspecting her handiwork. Satisfied he couldn't move her grin became feral once more and the hungry gleam returned to her eyes. She stood up and casually peeled off her shirt. Her breasts were even more perfect then the tight clothing implied. When she leaned over almost immediately they were partially blocked by her arms stretched downward. Suddenly he realized she had taken off her shorts as well. He had guessed correctly, she was now standing naked before him.

She took two steps forward, carefully stepping around his secured knees, so that she was straddling his stretched waste. Her breasts floated just above his eyes and her perfect lust just below. She had shaved her public hair into a slight patch referred to as a landing strip. His own organ began to pulse faster, but it was now behind her so she remained oblivious to it. She pressed her body forward. Her hands resting on his shoulders, her breasts on his head and her crotch against his chest. Oh so slowly she began to slide down his body. Her legs were moist and she left a trail from his torso to his stomach and finally his groin. Her breasts almost immediately began to smother his face in exquisite warmth. There was the barest hint of sweat in the crease between her breasts and the aroma filled his nose and seemed to race straight to his crotch. The entire time her eyes did not leave his.

Her body finally stopped moving when the crack of her buttocks reached his penis. As she slid she had arched her body slightly, the end result was that he was almost completely surrounded by her tight butt. She stood slightly causing the skin along his member to slide up until it covered the tip. She never let it lose contact with her skin as she shifted back once more. Confident that he would be unable to buck she let the tip of his penis trace her crack from rear to front. She had to pause briefly as it passed over each orifice, sending a wave of pleasure through her, and once again as it caught against her clitoris and suddenly sprang free of contact.

His body was shuddering almost constantly. She once again regained contact with his engorged organ and began to move back to a kneeling position, all the while dragging her smooth skin against the very sensitive underside of his erection. By the time she was kneeling he was firmly between her breasts. She let her hands drag along his thighs before bringing them to the sides of her breasts and pushing them together, enveloping him. Her eyes were still locked with his as his were with hers. Her grin contained pure lust while his betrayed unrivaled wonder and pleasure.

Slowly she lifted her body. He was beginning to shudder more violently, buried between her perfect tits. His time would be soon. She lowered and lifted her body with a well controlled smooth motion a few more times before easing apart her breasts. His erection stood high in the air pulsing forward and back as blood flowed through it and it prepared for it's final assault.

He was unsure what she would do next, but now he was looking forward to discovering as his entire body burned with the need to explode. His primal mind raged to bury himself in her and fill her. His heart and mind screamed with need for her. Finally she broke eye contact as she leaned forward.

He had never felt such exquisite torture as she managed to take all of him into her mouth. As he shuddered he discovered he had been mistaken. She managed to press her mouth down further, taking some of his balls in even as she reached the true base of his lust. He couldn't imagine anything more powerful, but she knew better. His public hair tickled slightly as he felt her expel her breath through her nose. Her hands began to run up and down his inner thighs as she began the final stage. He felt the giant suction as she attempted to inhale through a covered mouth and blocked throat.

The fire in his groin raged and it expanded. His body seemed overfull for the minute she alternated breathing through her nose then sucking him farther in. He screamed, "it's time, you need to stop!", but a hand leapt forward and lightly slapped the base of his balls adding sensation to an already overstimulated area. Finally the pressure couldn't be contained. Every nerve spasmed as mixed fire and ice surged forward, spilling out of him.

She continued to suck, now drinking from him as quickly as he produced. When she paused for breath her tongue managed to somehow play with the underside of his trapped organ keeping the stimulus constant before she began to drain him further. His body bucked and writhed against the restraints but they were too tight. A slight weight from her hands to his hips was all that was needed to hold him still despite constantly twitching muscles.

His world vision grew white as sensation and pleasure consumed him, as she consumed him. It took a while but he finally passed out. As his awareness faded she pulled back, not a drop of his lust marred her complexion. She was smiling pleasantly as he thought he heard her say "we will have more."



Caught



You were licking pussy again, and I caught you completely unaware. The neighbor girl I had watched you sweat over for weeks was straddling your face. She was naked from the waist down and you had pushed her shirt up over her tits, doubtless to suck her nipples. You had her asscheeks in your hands and licked her from her asshole all the way to the tip of her clit in long firm strokes. You worked her for twenty minutes while I watched. You licked her pussy, sucked it, you worked her clit and she rode your face like a cowgirl. You made her come three times. 

Nether one of you saw me walk into the room. I had a beer in my hand and the stereo was on pretty loud so I figured you were in the tub soaking. I remembered walking in on you masturbating, the little show you did for me after, and smiled as I came around the corner, only to find this little slut was sitting on your face.

I wonder how you had gotten her in the house finally. Did you tell her you were having problems with the VCR again? Did she come over to help and it just so happened that the video of your face (as I fucked you in the ass) was in the VCR? Remember that video. Just your face as you got tooled. Watching you pant and scream, and come. You were actually drooling at one point I think. Was it the video I made of you sucking the poolboy's cock? The one where he comes all across your face and tits. I would have liked to see her face as you begged the poolboy to shoot in your mouth.

Did you giggle and apologize and offer her a drink. Did you just happen to leave your vibrator out on the counter next to the remote control for her to see. Did you slip an arm around her and whisper in her ear how sexy she looked. Did your hand wander under her shirt and feel the firmness of her tits, stroke her nipple. I wonder if she blushed and tried to pull away. Did she try and leave, or did she kiss you back hard and grab for your snatch? 

I wonder how long it took you to get her in the bedroom. Hell maybe you just took her hand and walked her in. Maybe she had heard about you. Maybe she completely wanted it. She had a tight almost boyish ass, no tan lines at all. Her tits were firm and small, just like you like them. Her nipples were huge and hard. They stuck out a half-inch or more from the areole. 

She was begging to be penetrated. You flipped her over on her back and started finger fucking her. I watched you, hard now. My cock pushing against my slacks. One finger, then two. Stroking her clit with your thumb, watching her face. Three fingers up her cunt, slamming your fist in her. Your panties were soaked through and I could see your pussy clenching as you sucked her clit and your fist popped inside her. She screamed like a banshee, her cries muffled in your big tits. She grabbed your arm with both her hands and fucked your fist. Her face was flushed and sweating as she came for what seemed like twenty minutes. She sucked your nipples and you came too.

You were both laying there, exhausted. You had collapsed on her and she was holding on to you like a liferaft. I was ready now and I slammed the door and locked it.

Both of you looked terrified. She was so scared she didn't even try to cover herself. I could see the look of animal satisfaction on your face and I wanted to slap it off of you. No one said anything. Both of you stared at my cock, obviously hard. Both of you probably wondered how long I had been watching.

I pulled the heavy upholstered chair in front of the door and started to undress. I took off my tie, then my shirt. My belt slid easily trough the loops and onto the floor. Then I unzipped my fly and you both stared at my hard cock. I kicked my pants away and took off my socks. Then sat down naked in the chair and just watched. At some point the girl thought to pull her shirt down and you shook your head no. You whispered something in her ear. I could see she was agitated. She shook her head one time, and you whispered again. Then she seemed to relax, she let you finished stripping her until she was completely naked. 

I pointed to the closet and she looked puzzled, but you went and stripped off your panties. You brought me the heavy collar and the paddle and knelt in front of me while i buckled it. I pulled your face close to me and whispered in your ear that you were a bad little slut and that you would definitely be punished. I could see the fear in your eyes. I could also see the raw naked need there. I had interrupted before she could service you, though probably nowhere near as skillfully as you had serviced her.

I slammed your head down on my cock and filled your slutty mouth with it as I watched her squirm. You were trying to breathe through your ears, I could tell.

I beckoned her with my hand to kneel next to you and she did. I pulled your needy mouth off my cock and let her lick it as well. You watched her with 'your' cock in her mouth and observed her technique as she spun her tongue over my engorged head. Your fingers started to stroke my balls as she sucked me. She was good and your fingers soon circled the girth of my cock and jacked me as she sucked. 

I didn't want to come too fast, so I slowed her and then the two of you fought to suck my cock. Licking and sucking the entire length of it between your greedy mouths. I pulled her face to mine and told her to fuck me. She looked shocked, though how she could after all of this I don't know. You showed her what I wanted. Her feet on the arms of the chair squatting over my cock, and your hand guided my cock in her pussy. As she lowered she grimaced and I knew her pussy was sore from the fisting you had given her earlier. She was holding onto the back of the chair as I fucked her. You watched. You watched her ride me with a deep hurting need inside you. 

She begged me to stop because her pussy was too sore. I stopped and by then you had the cuffs in your hand. After you cuffed her I ordered you to get her on the bed. She was crying now, she didn't understand, but you did. You knew what happens when a slut complained that her pussy was too sore for my cock. You dragged her across the floor and attached the cuffs to the headboard. Tears streamed down her face as you cuffed her ankles to the corners of the bed. She kicked you once and she almost got loose, but you knew what would happen to you if she got away. 

I strapped the dildo and harness onto you. Then I watched you lube the shaft of the big cock and place it in the cleft of her ass. She screamed as you started fucking her, and I thought she was in pain. Then I realized she was coming. Her slutty ass was coming all over you, while you fucked her with the dildo. 

I let you slide under her and fuck her pussy with the strap-on as I eased my cock in her tight little ass. She exploded, both of her holes filled so deep and full. She came and came and came. I could hear her screaming as she sucked your nipple and took all that we could give her.

You were so turned on I could have fucked you with a telephone poll. The juice ran from your pussy under the harness and all over you. The strap on had been rubbing your clit the whole time we were fucking her. 

You could see the slick come on my cock as I fucked her pussy from behind while you watched. I could hear you beg me to fuck you as I tooled this girl. I asked if her pussy was still sore and she just couldn't speak any more. You could tell by the way I was stroking that I was so very close to blowing a huge thick wad of come all over this little slut.

You beg me to come in your face, or your ass, or your pussy. You cry and plead, promising you won't bring any more sluts in the bedroom. I tell you to get down beside her and put your face right next to hers. Then I unload all over the both of you. Streams of hot thick cum across your faces. Both of you want to finish me in your mouths, and I let you trade and suck my come from each others mouths. Then I tell you to lick her face clean, and when you are done get that whore out of my house.

When you uncuff her and let her go she is crying. You pull the chair out of the way and hurry her to the door. You kiss her at the door I know you do. The same way I know this won't be the last time I catch you eating pussy.

When you come back I have the straps, and you know you aren't done. Not by a long shot. 



Caught



"Ohhhh, my head..." Kody looked around him and saw nothing but darkness. He tried moving, but felt a strong rope around his wrists and ankles holding him back. Before he could think anything else, he felt a strong blow to the stomach that nearly brought up his morning breakfast. 

"Rodney, must you do that? Turn on the lights please." Blinding lights turned on and Kody saw a wave of women. 

"Am I dead? What's going on?" 

"You're not dead, but Rodney seems to want to prove me wrong." He looked around, trying to figure out what woman said that. 

"So handsome" one of the girls said, "how old are you? Are you a virgin?" 

"Uhh, 24 and no..." 

"Oooooo, see girlies, all the more reason to the play with him." He saw 9 girls lick their lips and walk towards him in nothing but string bikinis. They rubbed against him and ran their hands down his chest. 

"Girls, enough." Kody recognized the voice as the one he heard earlier and looked up to see a breathtaking woman walking towards him.

"Name's Bella, and stop staring; my eyes are up here." Kody realized he had been staring at her goods and looked up to her eyes. 

"Uhh, heh, sorry... Sooooo, why am I here?" Bella, who might as well have been daisy duke with how she looked and what she wore, walked over and slapped him in the face. 

"You screwed over my little sister big time. Screwed her and dropped her off at some payphone in the middle of no where!" Kody thought for a moment and remember the hooker from two nights past. 

"Ohhh, Carla is your-" 

"Baby sister you jackass. You're going to pay. Ladies, make sure Rodney has all he needs and that Kody can't move." With that, Bella walked upstairs and Rodney and the girls walked on over.

Rodney, a big guy that put Kody's muscle to shame, cracked his knuckles and looked at Kody. 

"Bella wants me to 'have some fun' with you. Ladies, untie him and bring him here." The girls untied Kody and half dragged, half screwed him towards Rodney. "Girls, I'll give you 5 minutes to straddle, kiss, screw, whatever to him before I slice him."

"Slice? What does that me-." He was cut off when one of the girls kissed him and another grabbed his bulge. 

"Rodney, come play with us." Rodney took off his pants and got behind Kody.

"Now, let's be reasonable, non-gay men." 

"Too late. Ladies, shut his mouth." With that, Rodney pulled down Kody's shorts and plunged in. Muffled screams were all that came out since the girls duct taped his mouth shut. Kody reached up and tore off the tape and tried to think; except the pain was unbearing. 

"L-look R-rodney, how about you take these girls and let me g-go? Shit, that fucking hurts!" 

"Heh, sorry, Bella's orders. She runs a tight fist just like you're tight." He heard a door open and saw Bella come downstairs. 

"Bella! Please, tell him to stop!" Bella looked at him and smiled.

"You screwed over my sister, now Rodney gets to screw you over for a week. Remember, you're in Vegas for a week. No one will miss you." Kody thought more. 

"Rodney, you take these girls and leave me bella. I swear, I'll m-mess you u-up g-g-good Bella." Close to tears, Kody saw Bella walk over. 

"Shame to see a man cry. Rodney, I was hoping you'd make him scream." She smiled an evil smile and walked back up the stairs. Rodney stopped for a moment to rest and left Kody with the girls. 

"Girls, there's 9 of you and 1 of Rodney. Go tackle him and screw him while I take Bella. I'll make it up to you. Please, I'm begging you." The girls spoke for a moment and shook their heads yes. 

"But, you have to kiss us. And lick bella's pussy; she hates that. She likes it up the ass, so don't do that." With that, Kody kissed the girls passionately and watched as they tackled Rodney, tied his hands behind his back, and jumped him while he pleaded for them to stop. 

"Heh, poor gay bastard."

Kody walked up the stairs and opened the door. There, he saw Bella in a bikini. Alright bitch, you're mine now. He crept up behind Bella and hit her upside the head. 

"What the hell!" 

"Too bad bella, the girls have Rodney for the next week, so I guess it's just you and me now." The two fought for minutes on end until Kody slapped her in the face and pulled off her bottoms. He got himself positioned so that his legs held down her arms and he was right above her sweet spot. "Well Bella, you won't be missed and my ass is sore, so you're mine." With that, he dove into her and licked and bit all while she screamed for him to stop. He turned back around, tore off her top, and suckled while rubbing and fingering her pussy. 

"Get off you bastard!" 

"God, you're better than your sister. Too bad you like it up the ass; you're sister didn't." 

He flipped her on her stomach, pinned her wrists behind her back and tied them, propped up her ass, then fingered her and licked her for about 10 minutes straight. "Well bitch, nice meeting you." With that, he slapped her ass, walked downstairs to find the girls still on Rodney, smiled and left; rubbing his sore ass on the way out.



Caught



I would like to take this opportunity to thank my editor JimmyB and Peaches whose encouragement made sure this story got written down. This story is pure fiction and not suitable for those under 18 or who take offense easily.

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I challenge any man to resist the charms of Sarah, the young woman who sits at the front desk of my office and is the perfect image of a secretary. Today her long blonde hair was sculpted elegantly into a bun as always and she wore a smart pin striped dress that she has been favouring lately. It comes down to about the middle of her thighs and shows off her long stocking clad legs to perfection. As is the case on many mornings, just thinking about her slender figure got me wondering about what was hidden underneath that dress.

I had to quickly rush into the office before Sarah had a chance to finish her polite professional good morning greeting and desire to be of service. I like Sarah; she is an excellent secretary, but her willingness to serve was beginning to get to me. The morning turned out to be a write-off as my mind filled with illicit thoughts of Sarah. It only took the usual loud tapping sounds of the keyboard to stop before my mind was racing again. I used the excuse that I wouldn't be able to focus on my work until I had proved to myself that my secretary was fulfilling her duties.

I peeked my head slowly around the office door, making sure I concealed my ever stiffening cock, which was now aroused at the possible things my secretary could have be doing. From my safe vantage point I could see she was engrossed in something on the computer screen. I edged closer and saw the words Literotica and BDSM before Sarah's head had quickly swivelled round. At that moment, her face became a picture of guilt as her eyes caught mine. Immediately she looked down, the sign of a true submissive.

I focused my attention on straightening my expression so that she wouldn't recognise my arousal at the situation. When she finally looked up again it was evident that the shock over-shadowed my obvious desires. I stood tall and crossed my arms, summoning all the displeasure I could muster and pompously reminded her of company policy regarding the viewing of pornography at work. The consequences of this meant she had to pack up her things immediately and I would have to personally escort her off the premises. Her expression quickly changed from fear to despair as she looked up at me with her piercing blue eyes that filled up quickly with tiny tear drops. 

Begging me not to fire her, she managed to give out her heart wrenching sob story between heavy breathing and fits of tears. I am a cold hearted man so her tale of woe had no impact on me, but her heavy breathing and her eagerness to sell herself out rather than lose this job did. It takes a special person to resist the charms of a beautiful secretary; it takes a completely different person to use this golden opportunity to satisfy their own lustful longings. Today I was that person.

Sneering down at her in contempt, I told her that the only way to save her job was to show me what a dirty slut she was. I wanted to see if her interest in BDSM was real. Her eyes widened as she looked at me in confusion, and then as soon as she realised what I was implying, she blushed a beautiful shade of red and started stuttering, trying to explain what she was looking at as if I didn't already know. Silencing her now with the wave of my hand, I told her in a matter of fact manor just what I expected from her if she wanted to keep her job, (which was to position herself over the desk and lift up her dress for me). 

She hurried to obey my first command but paused, panic stricken at the prospect of revealing her underwear to me. Asserting my authority over her, I stepped towards her and yanked the dress up. I pulled it much higher than she would have dared to reveal, which allowed me a glimpse of the black Basque that had been containing her ample breasts all day. 

Containing her breasts is a great crime, but rather than deal with that then and there my eyes were drawn to her dainty French knickers. I lightly touched them as she shivered under my probing caress "stay put, slut!" I barked as I marvelled at the intricate lace detail through my fingertips before yanking them down to her ankles. 

"Spread your legs and place your hands on the desk," I ordered. Whilst my eyes searched for something I could use and fell upon the wooden ruler, I picked it up. Feeling the weight in my hand, I didn't hesitate to 'smack' her left check, 'smack' then her right before moving to place a 'smack' between her cheeks briefly touching her cunt. The first two smacks made her cry out in pain, but with the third, her yelp of pain contained a moan of pleasure. I admit I wasn't fully in control of myself as I randomly and fervidly spanked her ass, delighting in the contrast of her bottom now as rosy as her face, a vivid contrast to her porcelain smooth skin. 

Throughout the spanking I told her how her moans show me what a slut she was, and that she must want more. Responding to this, she desperately groaned and wiggled, turning to cushion the hard blows I was now delivering to her gorgeous ass. Telling her off for moving, I demanded that she stayed still. "Do you want to keep your job?" I asked, and then reminded her to do as she was told or else she would find another girl in her position. When I had broken her spirit through the verbal abuse and spanking, I pulled her by the hair that had come loose to face me and ignored the tears in her eyes as I ordered her to strip. 

"Strip, Sarah!" I barked and stood there waiting expectantly as she fumbled to carry out my command. Unhooking her knickers from her ankles, there was a brief moment where I thought she was going to pull them back up, but she placed them neatly to one side and began the slow teasing process of removing her dress. 

The sight of her sweet cunt bare and exposed made my stiffening cock rock solid. As the dress came off and revealed more of her firm round cleavage her nipples stood to attention and already looked swollen despite the fact I had been unable to take them in my mouth. I looked forward to teasing them later and before she had chance to fold her dress neatly over the chair, I threw her to the ground. She let out a small cry as the harsh abrasive carpet made contact with her roasted buttocks reminding her of the recent spanking she had endured.

"Get on your knees slut! Take out my cock and suck me!" I demanded giving her no time to think about the position she had found herself in. The struggle with my belt caused her to quiver as she unzipped my trousers and struggled to get my pulsating cock out of my underwear. She opened her mouth revealing her wet delicate mouth. 

Tentatively licking at first like a kitten first tasting milk, her innocent charade didn't fool me. I grasped a handful of hair, and forced my cock further down her throat. "You're fighting for your job!" I told her as I pushed my cock deeper inside almost causing her to gag. I pulled back a bit, but soon her sloppy sucking irritated my frustrated member. I thought about the cock sucking practise she needs. 

The joys of training her to please me would have to come later as now I needed some release. I wanted to fuck her dripping wet cunt. Picking her up like a paper weight, I plonked her on the desk and reached for my set of office keys. Quickly opening a drawer she had no access to, I reached in and withdrew several items concealed in a compartment in her desk. She looked at the items placed beside her with curiosity and alarm, before I focused her attention back to me. 

I pulled down the top of her Basque revealing her magnificent breasts. She immediately reached across her chest to protect her modesty, but being one step ahead of her, I already had a wrist in the hand cuffs. I quickly fastened the other securely behind her back. Her modesty amused me, as I told her that the restraints would prevent her from relieving herself. She looked even more alarmed so I decided to explain the other two items as I applied them to her dripping cunt and tantalising clit. "This is pussy rub and it will make you throb without release, and this is tingle, which will make you wetter without giving you any release. Oh and both will be warming." 

At the word warming she looked agitated and so to reward her insolence I applied a bit more, making sure I poked inside her cunt which seemed surprisingly tight. The combination of pussy rub and tingle started to have an affect on her juicy cunt and clit. Her moans were cut short though, when I revealed that she wouldn't feel release until my cock was in her tight cunt.

Levelling my cock against her wet entrance I waited, my cock hovered with the tip lightly touching her clit so that when I breathed out the force caused my cock to flick over her clit. My breathing was not the only thing causing her to convulse, as waves of pleasure worked their way in waves through her body.

My fingers were working their magic on her nipples, tugging and teasing them mercilessly into submission. She bit her lip and eyed my hard protruding cock so nervously that I had to resist the urge to take her then. When she finally plucked up the courage to ask me to enter her, it was so quiet I almost missed it. 

"What was that, Sarah?" I grinned lustily."Did you say something?" Leaning over I whispered the words I wanted to hear, in her dainty earlobe before lifting her generous breasts in my firm hands and squeezing them, until the moment I saw her cave into her body's lustful desires."Oh please sir! Fuck me! Fuck me please! I need your cock inside me!" She groaned. "Say it again Sarah!" I knew this was torture for her, and I loved it. I loved her descend from womanly pride to the trembling dirty slut before my eyes, who tear stained begged me to fuck her. 

She repeated the words I wanted to her and more. She verbally degraded herself describing herself as wanton, dirty, a slut and a whore and begged me for my magnificent cock to take what was mine for the taking. "Fuck me like the slut I am! Please, please fuck me! I'll do anything for you if you'll just ram your cock into me like I deserve, like the whore I am!"

With those words spurring me on, I slammed into her, entering her quickly and without consideration. I was taken back by how tight and wet she was, tighter than she should have been. I wasn't going to let this slow me down; if anything, it spurred me on. 

When I first entered her, I was so rough I knocked her glasses down her nose, and with the second thrust they flew off and fell to the floor. She forced herself further over the desk in an attempt to see if her glasses survived or to escape me. Either way, I didn't care. Pulling all her hair loose now, I controlled her movements with one hand and expertly undid her Basque, all the while thrusting in and out of her. Even then she was being the model secretary trying to muffle her screams as I drove into her hot hole. 

She let out a cry though I ripped out the Basque from underneath her all but naked body. It must have caught both nipples quite roughly when I yanked it off her resistant body. I felt my climax building with every thrust, and with every push her constrictive cunt yielded to my desire. Soon her moans of pain turned in to moans of pleasure. Just as she was getting into it and showing me the slut that she is, my climax built to breaking point and I pulled out of her on the brink of cumming. Forcing her to her knees in front of me, I knew she thought I wanted her to suck me again, as if I would have wanted to submit myself to that torture again. 

Holding her by her hair, I kept her close to me with one hand, whilst with the other hand I started jerking myself off frantically. Unsure of what I wanted, she opened her mouth, the second she did my cum hit her in the back of the throat. This shocked her instantly causing her to close her mouth and turn her head away, although not before she had enough to have to forcefully swallow and taste my cum. The rest of my sticky cum hit her cheek and ran down her face, I twisted her head back and the last blast covered her heavy breasts. 

When I was spent I forced her to swallow some more as I made her lick me clean before straightening and tidying myself. Un-cuffing her wrists I commanded that she rub the warm cum I had just released all over her into her smooth silky skin. Her skin now glistened with sweat and my juices, looking down she was a mess with her hair loose and a red tear streaked face. Resisting the urge to wrap her in my arms and embrace her, I instead mustered a look of disgust and threaten to take her anally if I ever caught her again up to no good. Leaving the threat hanging in the air I promptly returned to my office, and here I am now thinking about the new position my secretary has opened for herself. 



Caught



Jay has been living with me for about 3-months now and up to last night was just the goofy, geek brother of my best friend. I'd agreed to let him stay with me as he was new to the area and seeing as his sister was my best friend it seemed like the right thing to do. Plus, underneath that geek front I knew he was a nice guy and had a really hot body and I kind of secretly fancied him.

Today, as I lay here on my bed, I'm not sure how I feel and if I should tell her but I need to tell someone about the incredible thing that happened last night, so I'll tell you.

Ok, so, last night Jay and I had dinner together and then watched TV for most of the evening. It was all pretty ordinary as we laughed and joked and snuggled on the sofa in our pyjamas. It was so lovely and cosy and as usual I felt totally safe with Jay. 

Still, maybe it was the wine or maybe the fact that I'd not had sex in weeks but I realised how incredibly horny I felt. So, when the show ended I faked a yawn, kissed Jay tenderly on the cheek and decided to go to bed for an early night and to play with my toys. Jay said he was just going to watch TV for a bit longer, so I knew I had a while to be alone.

When I got to my room I turned on the radio to listen to some soft chill out music. I tugged my T-shirt over my head and slipped out of my pyjama shorts, shook my hair out and stood naked in front my the full length mirror looking at my curves in the reflection.

Actually, I like my curves. I like my small pink nipples that somehow make my 34C breasts seem rounder and perkier. I like the way my flat stomach disappears down to a point between my legs like an arrow drawing the eye to my soft, silky shaven pussy and little pink lips.

I stood and looked at myself for a few minutes swaying to the music, running my hands down across my body, over my ass and thighs. Wow, my nipples hardened almost immediately and I found myself loving the sensation of pinching them between my finger and thumb and massaging the firm flash of my breasts.

I watched my hand slide between my legs gently touching my silky smooth pussy. Parting my lips I felt the first aching of my clit and that I was already a little wet.

I watched as I stroked my pussy and massaged my breasts, letting a finger slide into my wet hole and smear my hard clit and pussy lips with my juices.

Hmmm it felt so good to watch my fingers slide in and out of my tight little pink pussy and play with my clit and see my pussy glistening in the soft light. I licked my fingers tasting myself and got turned on by the unmistakable delicate aroma and taste of my pussy. As the feelings of ecstasy swirled through my body and I started to lose myself in the moment I started to moan and groan softly under my breath. Two fingers slipped easily in and out of my wet pussy as my other hand rubbed my clit. I couldn't take much more and felt an orgasm building deep inside of me as I stood there, naked, playing.

Ooohh I so had to cum! I moved over to the bed and lay down, lifted my knees and spread my legs wide as I started to frantically rub my hard clit and plump wet pussy lips. Faster and faster, arching my back, moaning and groaning, biting my bottom lip ... Hmmmm ooohh yes, it felt so good as that lovely warm tingle built to a spasm deep inside my aching pussy. 

My head went all fuzzy as my legs shook and the waves of orgasmic pleasure ran through me. I was breathing hard and shallow and tried to muffle my desperate moans as I came hard all over my fingers.

Oohh fuck, I love to cum like that, when the pressure is so intense and quick and seems to come from nowhere. I leaned back on top of my soft bed, arched my back and softly stroked my wet pussy and breasts as I calmed down. The only problem I have with fingering myself like that is it always leaves me wanting more.

I reached into the draw beside my bed and pulled out two vibrators. I looked at them both, feeling them in the palms of my hand. One is very large and has a brilliant clit tickler. The other is softer, narrower and more realistic and is my favourite one to start things off with.

I sometimes like to suck it and imagine it's a real cock, licking up and down the rubbery shaft, swallowing it deep into my warm mouth and sighing as I made it nice and wet. I spread my legs and slid it up and down my soaking wet pussy lips and then licked it tasting myself coating the rubber. I ran it over and between my breasts and felt the vibrations on my nipples and across my stomach as I slid it over my skin.

One hand cupped and massaged my breasts as the other guided my lovely toy down my body. I pressed the tip against my pussy and let it slide in inch by inch, each time drawing it out slowly and sliding it back in until I was holding just the base and could feel every ridge vibrating deep inside of me.

In and out it slid, filling my tight hot wet pussy and vibrating hard on my g spot.

Hmm my breath was getting faster and shallower again as I lay, eyes tightly closed and dreaming of a lovely thick cock to play with.

Suddenly I was conscious of someone standing in the doorway of my room and I began to open my eyes slowly from my dream.

Oh shit! I was so shocked I sat bolt up right and looked over to see Jay was standing there watching me with a huge grin on his face. I felt so embarrassed and angry and shouted at him to go away especially as I just realised he was standing there naked and holding his very large and very hard looking cock in his hand.

Naked, legs open and facing Jay, I was frozen and just stared at his body in disbelief as he walked towards me. 

I have no idea if he said anything but suddenly his cock was inches from my mouth. Then, he said it looks like you could do with a real cock. I don't know what I was thinking but I reached up and wrapped my fingers around his shaft and slowly jerked it. I remember thinking this was so wrong but couldn't help but be amazed at the sight and I licked the tip of his smooth hard cock. 

mmm, that felt good and I wrapped my tongue around the end and sucked it hard and slow. Long luscious licks and kisses up and down his shaft and over his balls feeling how big and hot he was. Disgustingly horny I slammed the vibrator deep into my pussy as I swallowed his cock deep. He stroked my hair and cheek as his cock filled my mouth. Groped my breasts and pulled at my nipples making me gasp and gag on his cock as it slid to the back of my throat then out to the tip over and over.

He held my hand on my vibrator helping me slide it deep inside. Then pulled it away, climbed on top and fed the end of his cock to my pussy. He whispered something about me having a lovely sexy smooth pussy as I wrapped my legs around his body and he forced his big cock into me.

Forcing it into me deeper and deeper with every thrust he roughly kissed my mouth and groped my ass hard. Turning me over onto my front he slid his wet cock down over my ass and pushed it hard into my pussy from behind. Pushing me into the bed he pulled my hair and spanked my ass cheek a couple of times and I felt that beautiful glow of an orgasm building deep inside of me again.

I moaned and groaned loudly as he fucked me deeper, harder. Gasping and biting my lip as I felt his finger tease and then slide into my ass. I felt like such a dirty slut and was loving it. Loving feeling so full of cock as he filled both holes at once.

Suddenly I felt my pussy starting to spasm and I shouted out his name as I started to cum. He carried on pounding my wet pussy and fingering my ass as my juices began to flow harder all over his cock. I could hear him groan as my pussy milked him, drawing his cock deeper into me and my ass gripped his finger tight.

I was panting hard as I tossed my hair and looked back at him over my shoulder watching his face contort with pleasure. 

Out of breath Jay moaned loudly he was going to cum and in one movement I turned round, lay under him and sucked his wet slippery cock hard and fast into my mouth.

Gripping my head he let out a growl as I bobbed up and down on his shaft. Then I felt his cock twitch between my lips and felt his hot gooey cum rush into my mouth. I tried to swallow it all but it squirted wildly flooding my mouth and spilt out onto my chin. He held his cock to my lips and aimed his cum to squirt all over my mouth and cheek.

As we both came down from our dizzy high I licked the last of his sticky goo from his shaft and my fingers, sat up and kissed his mouth passionately. We both had huge grins on our faces as we shared each other's juices and collapsed on my bed.

I have no idea if that was a one off but I might decide to leave my door open another night and see what happens.



Caught



"Jimmy, I'm home," came the expected but dreaded call.

Jimmy laid waiting, as he had been for most of the afternoon, the knots tightened far past what his numbed fingers could untangle.

"Hey, where are you? Get out here and help me with these damn groceries will you." Heather's voice shattered the silence.

Next came the footsteps he'd been fretting about for the past three hours. Through the dining room heading down the hall towards him, the click, click of her heels tormented him.

His bladder had been painfully full for quite some time and now threatened to let loose. Clamping his butt tightly, he fought for control; his situation was bad enough without adding to it. Closer and closer, his heart raced and sweat trickled from under his arms.

"Jimmy. Jim what! Oh my God, what are you, are you all right? What happened? Who did this to you?" She stood, gaping at him.

He was almost naked, bound and gagged across their bed, unable to answer or move. Fully exposed and totally embarrassed he lay before his wife of only eight months.

The pink slip and nylon stockings she could see were just the outer trappings. The hum of a vibrator seemed very loud in the silence that ensued.

She took several halting steps forward, almost against her will, hands outstretched and trembling. Tearing her eyes away from his, she slowly moved them down his body. Her mouth sagged even wider as she realized what she was seeing.

Jimmy was dressed in her lingerie. The gag kept him quiet, except for the sobs of frustration and embarrassment that racked him. 

Blinking, she shuddered then resumed her inspection. He was made up as a woman. His longish brown hair swept up and pinned, then make-up quite skillfully applied.

Though he was almost six feet tall, Jimmy was slender and not overly muscular. He could easily pass for a woman, not a beauty by any means, but an attractive one.

Very little facial or body hair added to the elusion. His red painted lips stretched wide around a largish tightly buckled ball gag. Above his head, his useless, bloated hands had been tied with one of her scarves, and then secured to the headboard.

Heather's gaze lowered to Jimmy's hairless chest partially covered by her pink silk, his nipples forming tiny bumps in the slip. Further down she saw his erection twitching. Obviously he was turned on, and by the size of the wet spot, had been for quite some time.

His knees were tied and the silken scarves had been fastened to the legs of the bed stretching his legs wide, ensuring his captivity. The tops of his stockings and the lacy garters showed, as did his soft inner thigh and bulging pink panties beneath.

Another step forward and she touched him, just below the knee. His nylon clad leg felt odd beneath her fingers and he tried vainly to pull away. Sliding her fingers higher, then drawing away, only to once more reach for him.

Curiosity and surprise were almost overwhelming as she stepped forward to remove his gag. The unfamiliar buckles fought her fumbling fingers, but finally she managed to pluck the ball free.

"Jimmy, are you all right? Should I phone the police? What happened to you? Did someone break in? Did they hurt you? Did they steal anything? Are you okay?" Her questions came like machine gun fire, too quick to answer and he wasn't sure he could give her all the answers she deserved anyway.

Her hands fluttered over him, touching him, reassuring herself that he wasn't hurt. In the process she also discovered how excited she was becoming.

Seeing him trussed up, and as far as she could tell, forced to wear her slinky lingerie was having a profound effect on her.

"Please Heather, don't. Leave me alone just untie my hands. Heather stop, don't. For God sakes, leave me alone." He croaked, while struggling futilely against the silk.

She continued as if she hadn't heard him. Thrusting up the slip she saw his erection, tightly bound and ready to explode. Her tiny panties were much too small to hold him.

"Jimmy, who did this?" She looked up into his face, seeing his embarrassment for the first time. "Who? Tell me."

She reached forward and with a surprisingly steady hand gripped his erection and squeezed.

"No one!" He finally whimpered hoarsely.

His eyes closed as his head dropped back on the bed.

"No one did it. I did it. Please, Heather untie me, let me loose. I'll explain everything, but please just let me loose." Undeniable and total defeat was etched on his face. Heather stopped, but only for a moment, then resumed her exploration.

"Tell me. Tell me the whole story, now." Her demand gave him the opening he'd secretly always wanted. Without opening his eyes he began to speak.

"Ever since I can remember, I've always loved the feel of women's underwear. I remember taking my mother's underclothes and wearing them when no one was home. I was always terrified that someone would catch me, but I'd get so excited thinking about it.

Then I found books, lots of them, with pictures of women tied up and later some with men. I looked at those for months, read them every night and masturbated".

"Heather please let me loose. I really have to get loose. I've been here for hours and I have to pee so bad. If you don't let me go, I don't think I can hold on much longer. Please Heather, I'll tell you everything." Desperately, he begged.

"Yes Jim, you will. I had no idea about this and I want to hear it all."

She stepped to the head of the bed and struggled with the knots he'd managed to pull so tight that she couldn't get them loose.

"Damn Heather, cut them. I need to go. Please, if you don't we're going to have a very wet bed. Oh fuck Heather, just cut the fuckin' thing please."

Desperation made his voice shrill and he thrashed around trying to get free. From the top of her dresser, Heather grabbed her sewing scissors and while Jimmy wriggled and sobbed, she cut the scarves holding his hands.

As the silk parted, he was up and tugging at the others, frantically trying to get free. She pushed his useless hands away. Calmly, she unfastened the scarves holding him to the bed, and then laughed when he bolted for the bathroom.

He hauled up the slip and she saw the ropes wound around his thighs and ass. His hands were busy at his crotch, fumbling at knots that she couldn't see.

Heather didn't understand any of it, but was very conscious of how aroused she was becoming. Jimmy had always been a bit on the submissive side.

That was one of the things that had attracted her to him, but she'd never dreamed he was into this kind of kink. Now, well she'd see what he had to say then go from there.

She allowed him a few minutes of privacy, but only enough to relieve himself.

"Jimmy, come here. You have some explaining to do." Very firmly, she called him back. Silence followed, but moments later he sheepishly entered their room. Still clad in her lingerie, he shuffled in and stood shame faced just inside the door.

"I'm sorry Heather, I didn't mean for you ever to see this, or know about me like this." He stood with his hands in front of his crotch, eyes downcast, unable to look into her face.

She crossed her arms and took stock of him, enjoying the new sense of power she felt.

"Drop your hands Jimmy, let me see what kind of freak you are," she snapped.

Immediately, his hands dropped to his sides and he stood trembling while she walked around him. He was taller than she was but not by much, so her lingerie fit him pretty well.

Pink was a good color on him she thought, and reaching out, placed her hand on his hip. He jumped at the contact, but otherwise remained as she'd said. 

Sliding her hand down over the silky material, she found she liked it. Liked the feel of his body under it and decided right then to learn all she could from him. Taking the hem, she lifted it to reveal the tiny panties that were struggling to hold his bulging manhood.

Red welts crisscrossed his thighs and she wasn't surprised to see the lines disappearing beneath the flimsy thong he'd chosen.

"Hold it up and let me look at you for a minute. I never had a clue you liked my undies." She paid no attention to his embarrassment as she circled him once more.

"Ok Jimmy, you better start talking. How long have you been sneaking my stuff?"

"Oh God Heather, can I sit down please, I'm shaking." His voice trembled with fear as well as shame.

"No, just start talking. I think you owe me and I intend on finding out everything right now, so give."

So, while he stood with her slip held high, exposing himself as the sissy he'd always been, he talked. He told her about the times she'd gone out with her girlfriends and he'd used her clothing to masturbate into. How he pranced and swished his way around the house. The time she'd gone to a conference for a weekend, he spent in her clothes the entire time.

Then he told her of how he'd always liked to be tied. How it was such a turn on to be almost caught. How many times he'd been so close to having someone find him, only to get loose and hide.

He'd learned to time his escapes and to do the bindings in such a way that he could get loose if he had to. That was until today.

The silk had tightened more than he'd anticipated and his hands had gone numb. Then she came home and he'd been so close to peeing the bed. He stood trembling while she listened to his confession and watched him squirm.

Jimmy was scared. Scared she'd leave him, or worse, tell someone why she was leaving. His entire world was turned upside down and it was up to her to decide what was going to happen.

"Well Jimmy, what do you think I should do about this?" Heather was in control and found that she definitely liked it.

"I'm sorry Heather I'll do whatever you say. Please don't tell anyone. I'll do whatever you want, just don't leave me." 

His voice broke and he sobbed, begging her to stay. Heather had no intention of going anywhere. She liked his newly confessed quirk and plans were already taking shape inside her head.

"Sorry, sorry you said. Look at you just look at the Man I married. Look more like some queer to me." She watched as his face crumbled.

Tears formed in his eyes, the humiliation way beyond anything he'd ever imagined.

Just then Heather wrapped one hand around his prick.

"Don't you dare cry, you shit. Now spread your feet apart and stay put. Don't move a muscle till I tell you or I'll make sure everyone knows about this."

Groaning, he spread his feet apart. Hooking her fingers into the front of the thong, she pulled it down, exposing the base and part of his swollen shaft.

Tugging and manhandling him into the open, she tucked his panties under his testicles. Then walking behind him, she lifted the back of the slip and caressed his fuzzy bottom, a wicked image filling her mind.

"You seem to like being dressed like a woman, I think you need to get rid of some of this hair."Her comments had an interesting affect on him.

Shuddering, he moaned, and then replied,

"Yes Ma'am" very clearly.

She left him standing and took a quick trip into the bathroom to see what he'd done with the ropes and vibrator. A quick look around, nothing. She couldn't see where he'd put any of it. Rather than taking the time to find his toys, she returned to him and with her arms folded across her chest began.

"Okay sweetie, you've hidden your toys and I want them. All of them. I'm assuming you have more than just the one vibrator and a bit of rope, so get it all.

Then, while I think about what I'm going to do, you're going to have a shower and shave off all of your body hair. All I want left is the hair on your head. Got it?" She watched as his prick bounced in front of him. He'd regained a full erection as she took control of the situation. 

"Well, answer me, don't just stand there"

"All right Heather, it'll take me a few minutes, I kinda have stuff all over the place," Jimmy muttered sheepishly.

"Well you better get going then, hadn't you?" Then quickly added, "Oh wait, the first thing I want is that vibe I heard when I first found you. Get it and bring it here. Move!"

He thought he knew her well, but was learning more with each passing moment. He slowly made his way towards the bathroom holding his slip above his waist.

As he passed her, she gave his bottom a sharp slap and said, "no more secrets Jimmy. I won't stand for it you hear?"

"Yes, I hear you and I understand". 

His step quickened and soon she heard him rummaging around under the vanity. A minute later he stood in front of her again, this time with a small silver vibrator in his outstretched hand.

Taking it, she switched it on and as it hummed she saw him blush.

"Turn around, Jimmy. Turn around and bend over."

"Please no, Heather... Please don't do this." Her hand shot out and in a blur sharply struck his face.

"Just do as you're told, or so help me, everyone will know what you've been up to when I'm not around to keep an eye on you."

Her voice held an edge he'd never heard before and he stood gaping at her. One hand touched the burning red handprint, while the other crept downward then gripped the shaft of his erection.

"It looks to me like you're getting off on this Jimmy, no matter how much you try to deny it. Look at yourself; you're as hard as I've ever seen you. You're bloody dripping, ready to come and I haven't even touched you yet." 

Nodding towards his raging hard on, she laughed when he looked at it, bewildered.

"Please, Heather. We have to talk about this..." He began, but stopped when she once more raised her hand, as if to strike.

"There's nothing to talk about. Just do as you're told. Turn around and bend over. I know you like it or I wouldn't have found you with it up your ass. Now do it."

He dropped his hand and turned around. Bending forward, he placed his hands on his knees, presenting her with his slender butt.

"Spread your legs baby, you know what I want."

Her grin widened as he spread his legs, the muscles of his upper thigh quivering. The slender strip of silk nestled between his cheeks was quickly snagged, then pulled aside.

Holding tightly to the silk she pressed the tip of the vibrator against his anus, then with excruciating slowness, pulled him onto the slender silver phallus.

He'd already loosened himself and obviously liked what she was doing, as the outer ring of muscle fluttered then gripped, trying to suck the vibrator deeper inside.

She toyed with him then, enjoying his squirming and moaning. In and out she played, then sank the cool plastic slowly but firmly, deeper into his ass.

"Heather, you're gonna make me cum. Oh God that feels good!"

Jimmy held as still as he could, while she teased him. When she'd pushed almost the entire thing into him, she pulled the thong over the end and letting it go with a snap, watched his bottom clench." 

"Okay Jim, time for you to get your toys for me. I want to see what you've been up to behind my back."

Giving his bottom a sharp slap, she stepped back as he stood up, then turned to face her.

"Now? You want me to get it all now?" He moaned piteously.

He no longer held the front of his slip up, there was no need his erection did that for him.

"Yes now. You heard me get moving. And don't touch that hard on you have waving around, that's mine now. You only touch that when I say so." Her instructions were of course, followed to the letter.

He turned and was off, going from one room after another collecting his toys. While he mounded his assortment of toys on the bed, Heather unpacked the groceries and put them away.

When she was done, he was still dragging more from cupboards and closets. Stripping off her jeans and blouse she sat in the easy chair and watched him. He had rope and scarves, several dildos and vibrators, as well as two butt plugs, anal beads and a small assortment of very feminine underwear that she'd never seen before. 

His hands shook as he added the last items. He stood beside the bed, looking shamefacedly at the pile of toys and clothes he'd been hiding.

"That's it, Heather. That's all of it. I'm sorry for keeping this a secret and I know you must be mad. I'll do anything you want now, just tell me and it's yours. Just don't leave me baby."

Even the half hour of rummaging hadn't diminished his erection; it still thrust lewdly out from beneath the silk slip. He dared not try to hide it, but he was extremely embarrassed.

"I'm not going anywhere, unless you don't do just what I say. Now, while I go through all this stuff, I want you to go and shave. Leave the vibrator in your ass, don't lose it and shave everything. Just like I said, then get back here."

Heather had formed her plan of action and Jimmy had no choice but to comply. He'd been turned on all day and was aching to climax, but couldn't even ask. Not under the circumstances, and he was afraid she'd say no anyway.

He turned and headed for the shower, erection leading the way.

"I'll be in, in a few minutes and I'll bring you what I expect you to wear Jimmy. We might have to go shopping soon too. I'll have to think about that."

Just before entering the bathroom he turned towards her, on the verge of saying something. One look at her face was enough to change his mind and soon Heather heard the shower running.

Sifting through the mound of goodies that he'd piled on the bed, she was amazed at the assortment and his ability to hide it all. The lingerie was mostly tattered and had seen much better days, but then she found what she was looking for.

Very lacy and feminine, the camisole and panties looked almost brand new. Peach satin with lacy white trim, he had good taste she thought, and couldn't wait to see him in it.

The suspender belt she had were all very tattered; so for now he'd have to use one of hers or wear stay-ups. Yes, that was it, perfect, and she bounced off the bed.

Digging around in the top drawer of her dresser, she came up with the white lace stay-ups she'd worn to a girlfriend's wedding. From her sewing box, she retrieved a piece of white lace ribbon.

The rest of his toys, she piled into a box that she found at the back of her closet and left it on the floor. Shoes were going to be the only problem for the time being. They'd shop for those as well as a few other items she had in mind.

Checking the clock, she noticed that he'd been in the shower for almost fifteen minutes. Five more and she'd go see if he was having a problem, or was hiding.

Just then, she remembered the fluffy white mule slippers she'd planned on returning. Digging under the bed she found the box and dragged it out and after gauging the size, thought they just might do. Along with them and the rest of her selection she headed for the bathroom.

Jimmy was still in the shower when she quietly opened the door and stepped through. Although the curtain had steamed up, she could see him perched on the edge of the tub, the vibrator wedged in place.

Setting the lingerie on the vanity, she put the lid down on the toilet and sat. Her fingers strayed to the silky crotch of her panties as she saw him pull his erection up and out of the way while he shaved.

Sighing with pleasure, she leaned back and spread her knees. His torment had become her aphrodisiac. Fingers barely brushing the lips of her pussy, she dragged them up and down over the silk. Her inner thigh muscles quivered as she pinched the bud of her clit.

Each movement he made excited her more and her eyes were glued to him. Slipping her fingers beneath the silk, she plunged them deep inside her steaming wet slit. Luxuriating in her rising excitement, Heather touched all the right spots, but not enough to get off, not yet.

She tugged at the swollen lips, then pressed the flat of her hand over her mound and rubbed back and forth. Flushed and smelling of sex, she watched and waited for him to finish.




Caught



Within minutes he was done and climbed to his feet. Holding the vibrator in his ass with one hand, he twisted then turned, rinsing the shave creamand hair off of himself. Looking down at his newly hairless state, he grimaced then opened the curtain.

Her, sitting almost naked, was the first thing Jimmy saw. Then, the smell of her excitement hit him. His prick twitched and his eyes dropped to the crotch of her panties. They'd become see-through and he gaped at her tantalizingly spread pussy, the fingers of one hand still gently rubbed her clit.

He stood dripping, unable to do much more than breath.

"Please Heather, let me" his voice trailed off as she pulled the crotch aside baring her sweet pussy.

"Dry off, Jimmy. God, you look sexy all naked like that. I brought you the outfit I want you to wear for the rest of the day. Even found you some sexy slippers to go with it," she purred.

Without another word, he reached for a large white bath towel and began to rub it over his freshly shaven skin. His prick danced as he dried himself, and from time to time he pressed the vibrator back into his ass, keeping it in place.

Finished, he dropped the towel into the hamper, then ran his fingers over his stomach and the newly shaven skin.

"Don't touch. Don't you dare touch my cock," she snapped when he neared the base of his shaft.

He jerked his hand away as if burned, then looked beseechingly at her.

"Put on your outfit Jimmy, I want to see how you look in it."

Glancing down, he saw the tiny pile of lingerie and blushed, but said nothing. Picking up the camisole, he slipped it over his head, shivering as it slid down his arms and back. It fit snugly around his ribs and chest, accentuating his slender, almost girlish build. 

The crotchless panties were then tugged up his legs, framing the shaven swell of his scrotum and shaft.

He moaned when the back of the panties slid between the cheeks of his bottom, pushing the vibrator deep inside again. A quick glance at her, then one by one, he smoothed the stockings up his long, shapely legs.

She watched his fingers tremble, and realized how much he was enjoying what was happening. When he was satisfied that he'd done the best that he could, he tucked his feet into the slippers she'd supplied and stood facing her.

"Very pretty, Jimmy. No, not Jimmy, that won't do. What will I call you?"

She rose to her feet and walked around him. Touching him here and there, she slid her fingers over his sleek bottom.

"I know Jamie, that'll work, or Joan. Which do you prefer baby? After all, it's going to be your name for a while, I suppose you should have some say in it," she teased.

She held the lace ribbon in her hand and rubbed it over his straining shaft.

"Jamie, that's the way I think of myself." He whispered almost inaudibly.

Taking his hand in hers, Heather pressed the ribbon into it, and replied,

"Yes Jamie, I like that. Now then pretty Jamie, wrap my cock like you had it when I came in. Use the ribbon and show me how you tie it".

"Reluctance gone, he took the ribbon and shook it loose.

She watched wide-eyed, as he wrapped the ribbon around the base of his shaft and behind his testicles. Pulled tight enough to look painful, then he carefully separating each round globe, he bound them in white lace.

When he'd finished, there was still about eighteen inches of lace left dangling on each side. He looked sheepishly at her, not sure what he should do. "Come here, come on get closer." She scolded.

Taking a strand in each hand, she wound them up his shaft. Crisscrossed and nicely patterned, she soon had it all the way to the crown. With a quick flip and tuck, a bow appeared tied tightly behind the head. Rising to her feet, Heather gave him a very quick caress then let him loose, just as he began to thrust his hips.

"Time for your make-up and hair. Sit down and be quiet." She instructed and he quickly obeyed.

Gingerly, he sat on the chair facing the vanity mirror and watched as she pulled his hair back, then skillfully applied make up. Light foundation, followed by blush eyeliner, shadow and lastly, a pale peach lip-gloss.

He marveled at the transformation, blushing when he saw her grinning at him.

"I really should pluck your eyebrows, but I think that'll have to wait. They're pretty shaggy for a girl though, so I expect it done by tomorrow night. No argument, just make sure it's done."

She primped and fussed over him, then dug out a pair of scissors, a comb and her blow dryer. While he sat quietly, she styled his hair. Taking a bit off here and there, then blowing it dry, he watched as his very feminine counterpart emerged. 

"Okay Jamie, you're done. Not bad for a tall skinny slut. Now, I'm dying for a drink and I think you should learn your new position in life. From now on you're the maid, the dishwasher, housekeeper, servant and whatever else I decide you are".

"For now just make me a drink and wait for me in the living room, on your knees, in front of my chair. Whatever you do, don't touch your cock. Remember, that's mine now. Stand up and turn around for a second."

She waited while he quickly stood up and spun around. Her hand on his shoulder pressed him forward. With practiced ease, she tugged the strip of cloth between his cheeks aside and switched the vibrator to a higher speed.

His bottom clenched and he groaned, as his prostate was stimulated, almost to the point of climax. A sharp slap to each cheek refocused his attention and he managed to hang on, but for howlong, he wasn't sure.

"Okay, time to get busy. Off you go now and get my drink."

Heather gave his testicles a last gentle tug, before letting his panties slip back into place. Minutes later she entered the living room, just in time to see him release his erection. He hadn't seen or heard her, so wasn't aware of the trouble he'd just got himself into.

Heather quietly crossed the room and stood behind him.

"I thought you weren't supposed to touch. You know you'll have to be punished now, don't you?"

Although her voice had been soft, Jamie whirled around in surprise.

"Heather," he cried, the drink tipping perilously close to being spilled.

"Yes, I'm here and I saw you. Got an excuse you'd like to share, or should I just proceed with your punishment?"

His mouth dropped and he knelt speechless, while she took the drink from his hand. Setting it on the table beside her chair, she looked down at her kneeling man.

He's beautiful she thought, loving the sight of him so turned on. His erection was gently throbbing and leaked a clear long ribbon of pre cum, almost to the floor. 

"Spread your legs. Show me how turned on my little slutis."

He swiftly spread his knees, allowing his cock to hang between his thighs. The ribbon squeezed him mercilessly and he ached to stroke himself, if only for a minute more. Whatever kind of punishment she had in mind, would only add to his torture he was sure.

"I want you to put your hands behind your back Jamie. Perfect, now hold still, don't move a muscle or it'll hurt," she said.

At first he was confused, but as she unfastened the bow from the tip of his cock then pulled it back, he gasped fully understanding what she had in mind.

The ribbon was long enough, but only just, to tie to his joined thumbs. His glans were pulled downward and rubbed against the carpet whenever he moved. No matter how he struggled, he couldn't get free.

"Oh yes, I like this," she said,as she sat in her chair facing him.

She was flushed as well, from the newfound excitement of dominating him. Leaning back, she spread her legs, offering him the sight of her swollen pink labia.

"Wouldn't you like to kiss my pussy, Jamie?

I'm really wet and would love to feel your mouth on me. Unfortunately, you've been very bad, so I don't think you'll get to taste me just yet. But, just because you can't behave, there's no reason why I should suffer."

She placed her feet together and lifted her bottom, then squirming, slipped her panties off.

"Lean forward Jamie, I want you to watch me really close" her voice had dropped to little more than a husky whisper.

He lowered his eyes and seemed hypnotized as he slowly bent forward. His jaw dropped when he realized that he was pushing his weeping glans across the carpet.

Sweat beaded on his upper lip and the closer he got, the more her scent captivated him. When he was mere inches away, she spread her lips and he watched, spellbound, as the dewy nectar slithered towards her anus.

"Heather please" his voice trailed off when she produced her own long plastic vibrator.

"Lick it, get it wet for me," she snapped, and held it while he lathed it with his tongue.

She pressed it against his lips and he opened, then, sucked wetly on the heavily veined toy. Satisfied, she pulled it free then reversing it, held the base against his mouth.

"Hold it in your teeth and fuck me. Don't drop it and you better make me come or you'll be in even more trouble."

Wide eyed, Jimmy took the offered base between his teeth and held it tight.

Lying back, she pulled her legs even wider apart and draped each over an arm of her chair. Tentatively, carefully, he leaned forward brushing her lips with the tip of the toy.

She sighed as he began his task. By nodding his head, he spread her wide, then, with surprising ease, he pushed the vibrator into her sopping wet sex.

Heather was almost beside herself with pleasure; the sight of Jimmy striving so hard was driving her wild. She arched her body and was soon on her way to an earth-shattering climax. The closer she got, the further inside he pressed her toy, until his nose finally connected with her clit.

Smothering, almost desperate for his own release, Jimmy sawed the vibe in and out. The sloppy, sucking sound that came from her, made it harder for him to hold off his own release. 

He twisted and turned the vibe as best as he could. Anything he could think of to bring her pleasure, to stop from rubbing on the carpet.

He watched as her body gave the tell tale signs of her impending climax and intensified his movements, as much as he could.

He rubbed his nose hard against her clit at each inward thrust of the vibe. Her inner thighs tensed, then she grabbed his head and pulled him hard against her, mashing his nose against her clit.

Trapped,unable to breathe, in a last all out effort he shook his head back and forth. Her climax hit then, shaking her body and her guttural cry filled the room.

Grinding her pussy against his face, he could do nothing but watch her spasm again and again. He held still as long as he could, but his body was crying out for air.

Finally, he began to struggle and she loosened her grip, just enough to let him back off and take a much needed breath.

Wanting to prolong her orgasm, he moved the vibe slowly in and out. She collapsed before him totally spent, allowing him the freedom to do so. When she'd had enough, she pushed him away, ignoring him for a few moments.

Sitting back on his heels, he breathed deeply around the base of the vibrator still clenched in his teeth. Aching to relieve the pressure in balls, his hips quivered as he tried to wait patiently for whatever Heather decided to do. He looked down at his erection, the purple head leaking acontinual ribbon of pre cum.

"Messy girl." He jumped at her voice, and then blushed as she looked down at his lace bound prick.

Reaching forward, she took the vibrator out of his mouth and let him take several deep breaths before continuing.

"Seems you have a problem there, Jamie. You've been very naughty and touched my cock when you were told not to. So, I've decided on your punishment. I'll allow you to come, but you have to do it without touching."

She seemed very pleased with herself. He knelt staring at her, uncomprehending.

"W-what how Heather, how can I do that?"

His hopes of coming seemed to be dashed.

"You can get to your feet and come here, to start with. I'll unwrap you, well some parts of you, but I think your thumbs had better be kept tied."

Struggling to his feet, he stepped closer to her then, watched eagerly as she unwound the lace from around his genitals. Down the shaft, then she released his swollen testicles. 

Heather looked up at him then with a smile, left the lace tied tightly around the base.

"I think you should be able to manage now Jamie. I'll give you a little help. Spread your legs."

Without a word Jimmy complied, desperate for anything, just as long as he could come. Heather slipped her hand between his legs and began to toy with the vibrator still buried deep inside his ass.

He groaned as she twisted the base, increasing the speed of the vibration once more. His erection twitched and she slid the slender vibe in and out of him, while he tried desperately to keep still.

"Tell me how you feel right now, Jamie. I want to know everything about what turns you on when you're dressed like a woman, but for right now I want to hear you beg for it."

"Right now, I feel like my knees are going to let go. I'm so close to coming, Heather I can't ever remember feeling like this and you're driving me crazy. Please, I need to come so bad."

His entire body was trembling, but she refused to speed up her gentle thrusting.

"I know you're turned on, but I want to hear you beg. Tell me, what do you want."

Each time she thrust in, the tip of the vibe touched his prostate. He thought he would go mad, he could barely breathe, let alone make sense of what she was asking him to do. She slowed then stopped, and he began to whimper. He was so close. 

"Heather God, fuck me! I need oh God I need to come. I'll tell you anything, anything you want, just fuck me now."

His hips moved against her hand and she allowed it for only a moment, before she grasped his testicles with her free hand. The shaft of his cock throbbed against her forearm, as she squeezed.

"Hold still then. Don't move or I'll stop and you won't get to come at all. So you want to get fucked do you? You're sure dressed for it".

The vibrator began its slow tormenting movement, sawing in and out of his ass. He tensed himself, feeling the blissful churning in his balls.

"All right, Jamie.I want you to come now. Then we're going to see about some changes around here."

Heather gripped the shaft of his cock and rubbed her thumb just behind the head. Groaning loudly, he gritted his teeth and soared towards sweet release. 

His knees almost gave out as the first stream shot from the tip and landed on Heather's breast. He shuddered and then shot another stream of thick cream, his cock wildly jerking in her hand. Twice more he erupted spewing his come across her chest each time.

She continued to stoke him until his prick began to lose its stiffness, then, let him sag to his knees. She switched off the vibrator, as he lost his feet and smiled at the dazed look on his face.

"What a kinky slut you are Jamie. Now you've made a mess that you'll have to clean up. Look at all this come on me."

She thrust her breast towards his face. Gazing at her breasts, he leaned forward and began to lick them clean. She stroked his hair as he slid his wet tongue over her lapping up the thick strands of come.

"Good boy, you're such a good slut. I think we've discovered something we're both going to enjoy." She couldn't see the smile on his face. 



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It's about 2:30 in the morning and you walk into the bedroom and catch me sitting on the bed masturbating. The only thing the white sheet covers is my legs. I blush and immediately stop and instinctively say sorry. You walk over to me and slowly run your hand down my cheek, telling me it's okay. 

"You could have just come got me," you say in a whisper, heavy with lust. I nod a little, a bit stunned because your hand has worked its way down to my inner thigh. "So, what were you imagining, tiger?"

"You," I reply honestly.

"Mmmmmm, and what was I doing?"

I blush just as hard as when you first came in the room. I want to tell you and I don't want to tell you, but when your hand moves to my balls I do: "You were sucking my cock."

"Mmmmm, like this?" you reply as you bend over and place your lips on the head of my dick. After what seems like forever you slide down and take me whole in your mouth. Up and down, up and down, I feel it go as far down your throat as I can remember it ever having gone.

I place my hand gently on the back of your head and moan. Loudly. 

After a while you switch to just licking and ask, "What else, were you picturing?"

Now it's my turn. I kiss you full on the lips, then swirl my tongue around with yours for a full minute. I bite your lower lip playfully and push you back on the bed. I pull your shorts and panties off in one quick, smooth motion and before you can say a word I'm licking your wet pussy.

I lick in every pattern I can think of as you now grab the back of my head and push me in deeper. I lick every letter of the alphabet into your sweet, sweet spot. I stiffen my tongue straight out and fuck you with it until you not so much as say, but whimper, "Need your thick cock in me."

My cock is as hard as it can get, so hard the veins in it are pushing out and pulsing. So after a few more licks just because I love the taste of your hot pussy, I stick my dick in you. Well, I stick just the head in actually, maybe a half inch at best. 

"Want more?" I tease.

Now obviously this a game we usually both enjoy and sometimes this part of it can go on for as long as fifteen minutes. Not this time though. This time you put your hands on my ass and force me all the way inside you. 

I chuckle silently to myself, thinking how much better this is then jerking off and begin pumping in and out of you in long, rhythmic strokes. Maybe not exactly blushing, but you're the one with the red cheeks now. I can feel the heat coming off you; I feel your pussy get even more wet.

"Don't stop," you plead. "This is the best ever," you admit. You say many more things in the heat of this prolonged, delicious moment, most of them I can't understand because your eyes have rolled into the back of your head and you're somewhere else entirely.

My cock is so sensitive right now I actually feel the thicker juices come out of you. It turns me on so much that you've just came that I flip you over with your ass up in the air and start fucking you doggystyle. So now it's even deeper and I speed up, causing you to have another orgasm which really surprises you. We've always had great sex but you've never come twice back-to-back so fast in your life.

So I pull out every trick I can think of; I rotate my hips as I pump you, I push it more to one side then to the other, I squeeze your butt cheeks together so it will feel even tighter. Eventually, you cum yet again. Now I'm completely in that place, a floating animal, and start pumping you so fast if that anyone were watching, all they'd see would be a blur of hips, ass, arms, and legs. We fall down a little at some point so now I'm fucking you on your side. You remember our code word and scream "Jaguar!" so loud I come back, back into the moment and now your pussy feels so soft and warm and tight that I just let go and mmmm, pump my hot, thick cum into those lips, moaning even louder than I usually do (and believe me, my usual is pretty damned loud to begin with). I pull out a little towards the end of my orgasm and it still shoots all the way up to your shoulder blade. We lay there for a few minutes saying nothing, super-high from the release. 

I clean you myself with a tissue and then finger you lightly for a long time until I'm ready for another round. "Can't wait to catch you some day again," you say playfully before I stick back it in.



Caught



It was a little after 5pm on Friday, most everyone had left. I assumed that Marsha had as well. Marsha, a staff support person, is a curly haired brunette, standing about 5'5". I would describe her as pleasingly plump. She has a terrific womanly figure, large breasts and a nice round ass. She is curvy, and voluptuous. Although she doesn't work directly for me, she was supporting some work I was currently doing, and so I was just going to drop some paperwork in her bin on her door. As I approached her door, I could see that it was slightly cracked open. Surprised she was here so late, I was going to knock on her door when I heard a noise coming from behind the door. It sounded like a cat mewling. Her door was not quite pulled shut and so I nudged it open just a little and peeked in. On the screen of her computer was streaming video of a woman being fucked doggie style. The mewling sound was the woman in the video. But the most surprising thing was Marsha: She was sitting in her chair, with her feet propped up on the desk on either side of her computer screen. Her skirt was pulled up around her waist and she was sliding a dildo in out of her pussy in time with the action on the screen. Her other hand was gently caressing her nipples through the sheer fabric of her blouse: she had removed her bra and camisole, which were draped across the back of the chair.

I stood for a moment, watching the amazing scene as my cock became aroused in my pants. I was surprised to see that her pussy was shaved completely. Based on her personality, I would have guessed that she was a "missionary position" type wife. So I was surprised to see all of this rather sexual behavior.

I looked up and down the hall and determined that we were most probably the only ones here. I decided to take a chance, I simply walked into her office and quickly closed the door behind me. She heard me, of course, and jumped, "Oh my god!" she couldn't figure out what to do first: turn off the computer, hide the dildo, hide her bra or pull her skirt down. Interestingly, for me at least, she chose to turn off the computer screen. Of course the sound was still coming out of the speakers, and we could hear the mewling woman begin a slow climax. More interestingly, her skirt was still around her waist and her dark areolas and nipples were clearly visible through the rather sheer white blouse she was wearing. Her beet red face stood out above the crisp white of her collar. 

"I thought my door was closed. I'm so embarrassed. Let me turn this off. I'm probably in a lot of trouble." the words came pouring out of her mouth so fast I could hardly break in. "Relax," I said reassuringly "you're not in trouble, certainly not with me." The relief and gratitude on her face was radiant. The clip she was watching had apparently come to an end as the sound stopped. She began to wiggle her skirt down and said "I'm so embarrassed, you probably think it's terrible to watch that stuff, and even worse what I was doing."

"I'm not judgmental, and I'm not going to tell anyone" I said. "I do have a question though..." I trailed off. 

She flushed red again, and said "...OK..." with some puzzlement.

My heart was racing as I said slowly "Well, wouldn't this be more fun to do at home? With your husband? Rather than here, alone?" Again, she blushed and I said quickly "You are pretty cute when you blush like that." 

She giggled, took a deep breath and said "Thanks. My husband would not approve of this at all. In fact, my husband appears to have little interest in me sexually. We did it a few times on our honeymoon, I was a virgin, but now he doesn't touch me at all. He's very religious, and thinks that if we aren't trying to make a baby, it's a sin. I'm not ready for children yet, so, well, sometimes I just need something..." her bitter voice trailed off in embarrassment. 

"Well, he doesn't know what he's missing." I said softly. I could still see her nipples through the sheer blouse, and an occasional glimpse up her skirt. "I'm sorry that your situation is like this. If it makes you feel any less guilty, I've surfed some sites too. It can be pretty frustrating though, the quality on the little free clips varies a lot. I don't think there is anything wrong with what you were doing."

"Yeah, I found surfing frustrating too, so I subscribed to a few pay sites that I liked..." As she realized what she said, she blushed, giggled and averted her eyes, "I'm worried that you think I'm really slutty or something," she paused and looked up at me and said "I'm not, but sometimes I wish I was." 

"I understand, I don't think you're bad. What kinds of sites do you like?" I said, as though one might ask this question normally. She was becoming a little less reserved about the whole thing.

"Well, I subscribed to a couple sites that have a lot of variety," she giggled and turned on the monitor. She hit play for the movie on the screen. It began with a man caressing and licking at a blonde woman's shaved pussy. As the scene developed, the woman was clearly enjoying everything, and the man was very much into her. They were on a couch and he fucked her in a variety of positions. Finally taking her doggie style -- apparently when I came in -- where she reached a loud mewling orgasm. 

I stood just behind her and pretended to be watching the movie, but I was also watching Marsha. At first, I think she tried to just watch, but soon one hand was surreptitiously teasing her nipple. I could see her sliding forward in her chair, causing the skirt to start to ride back up. Her other hand was now casually resting on her thigh, gently caressing the inside of her leg. Her nipples had become erect again, and I could hear her breathing get a little faster. As the clip ended, her voice a little shaky she said "what kinds of clips do you like, there is a pretty broad library here..." 

I couldn't believe it, she was inviting me to join her in watching them. Speaking slowly, and trying to put as much embarrassment in my voice as possible I said "I like ones where the woman is really 'into it,' I like hearing her, that's what peaked my curiosity when I came by your door..." I trailed off, I could tell that she was rather turned on that I was going along with her. I pulled a chair just behind hers and sat down while she went to the archive index and clicked. As the movie loaded, she said "I think you might like this one." Then she added softly "I do." 

The clip began with a woman sauntering into a room and beginning a slow strip tease. She was, like Marsha, voluptuously built, with large natural breasts and full round hips and ass. As the clothes fell away, the woman began to caress and stroke her own body. As I watched the screen, I could see Marsha's hand mimicking the motions of the woman on the screen. 

After the clothes fell away completely, the woman said, seductively "Do you like what you see?" You could hear the cameraman reply in the affirmative and I could see that the response excited Marsha. I softly said "Yeah, I like what I see." Although she tried to disguise the reaction, Marsha clearly was hoping that sentiment might extend to her as well. 

The woman in the video moved to a couch and lay down with her head on the couch cushion, one leg propped up on the back and the other draped loosely to the floor. Her hands began to gently caress and explore herself. I could see Marsha, trying not to be obvious, was caressing herself as well. She had wiggled her skirt up a little higher and one hand now danced in and out view while she sat watching the woman on the screen get herself off.

After a few minutes the woman reached her first orgasm, bucking against her fingers as they slid in and out of her wet sex. The cameraman said "there will be men all over the country spanking the monkey to that honey." I heard Marsha give a soft moan in response. The cameraman walked forward, tightening the view as the woman spun herself on the couch so that her hips balanced on the edge. Pulling her legs up, she presented her open cunt and ass to the cameraman. The camera followed the action as he slid his member into her waiting cunt. 

The action lasted a few more minutes, with a variety of positions. The cameraman was never in view, except his dick, but the woman put on quite a show. As she lay, spent, she looked at the cameraman and asked "Do you think that will turn men on? Will they think I'm sexy?" The cameraman voiced his approval, and the clip ended. As Marsha turned to look at me, her lips red with excitement, I said "yeah, I liked that..." Marsha interrupted and very shyly asked "Is she pretty? And sexy?" 

"Oh yeah," I blurted, barely containing my enthusiasm, "She's hot, and I loved how turned on and 'into it' she got. You were right, I liked it." After a brief pause, where I could tell Marsha was working up something to say, I added "that's a lot longer than the stuff I usually find. Can I ask you a question?" 

Apparently not sure what to say, Marsha simply nodded yes and I continued "what is it that you liked about that one?" I was pretty sure I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear it from her. She blushed and said simply "the man seems to think the woman is attractive..." the full implications of the explanation left unsaid as her voice trailed off. 

After another awkward pause she said "Can I ask you a question?" I nodded and she stammered "Have you ever...you know ... like I was ... while watching something..." She couldn't seem to bring herself to say masturbate and the question embarrassed her a lot but the eager look in her eyes told me she was enjoying having someone to discuss and explore sex with. 

"Well, sometimes," I started hesitantly. "Sometimes I watch them here and then go home and do that in the shower..." She giggled and nodded in agreement. Getting more brave she followed up with "would you 'spank the monkey' watching something like that?" I simply nodded yes. Then I looked deep into her eyes and said "you're as sexy as her, you know..." 

I think she almost cried, or orgasmed, it wasn't clear which, maybe both. The moan that escaped her lips was soft but earnest. Still looking right into her eyes I said "Of course I would be all aroused watching someone sexy like you ..." my gaze quickly shifted to my tented pants, to her chest and then back to her eyes. 

She swiveled in her chair until she was facing me, our knees almost touching. Slowly she stood and faced me. Her hands were shaking, and her neck and face were flushed a deep red as she undid the top button on her blouse. I looked into her eyes and let my hand fall to my lap and cup my rock. A slight nod and she began to undo the next button, and the next. As her ample breasts were revealed I gave a long low moan and massaged myself slowly through my pants. 

Her shirt dropped to the chair behind her and she slowly ran her hands up her sides until they cupped her breasts and presented them for me. I moaned my approval and rubbed my throbbing cock just a little more vigorously to show my interest. She tried to keep her gaze at my eyes but kept watching my hand on my cock. 

Her hands slid slowly down to the waistband of her skirt and undid the clasp. Turning, and bending so that her wide hips and round ass stared me in the face she worked the skirt down her hips until it released and dropped to the floor around her feet. Completely naked now, she slowly turned back around, all the while letting her hand roam softly across her body. In a husky, seductive voice she said "Do you like what you see?" she then giggled, obviously thinking it was somewhat silly to so obviously mimic the movie. 

"It is far better in person than on the little screen" I said, squeezing my dick through my pants. She sat down on the edge of her chair, leaned back and propped her feet up on the arms of my chair. Her sex was wide open and glistened with her juices. He hands roamed up and down, first teasing her nipples then sliding down and teasing her lips. Finally, she slid the middle finger of her right hand into her cunt and began to work it. As she worked her cunt, in and out, her eyes were locked on the tent in my pants. Her breath came in shorter and shorted gasps. She paused for a moment and, looking at me she said "take it out, pretend you are watching a video..." 

I stood, still between her propped up legs, and dropped my pants to the floor. Sitting back down, I leaned back and slid my shorts down to my knees and let them drop too. My cock sprung up and I grasped it at the base and cupped my balls. As my fist began to slowly slide up and down the shaft, she grabbed the dildo and just rammed it into her cunt. She slid it out, then back in again quickly. The third thrust sent her into an orgasm: her hips bucked against the fake cock, her eyes closed, and her head rolled back. From her lips came a deep low moan, which rose in pitch as she continued to thrust the dildo into her bucking cunt. 

I was debating what to do when she looked me in the eyes and said, almost pleading, "will you ... could you ..." Then her voice dropped in pitch and she finished in a low hoarse whisper that had changed to nearly an order "fuck me."

I rose to my feet and guided her to hers. Positioning her in front of me, facing the desk, I began to caress her breasts. She leaned back into me, resting her head on my shoulder. My hands slowly ran up and down her body, touching, teasing and tweaking her nipples. I slid one finger into her wet sex and then a second, gently testing her cunt. I could tell, by it's tightness, that although she was not a virgin, she had never been well fucked either. I bent her forward and she grabbed the edge of the desk and spread her legs apart. Taking hold of my pulsing member, I lined it up with her cunt and thrust it home. She pushed her hips back into mine and we met with a loud slap. We began to thrust against each other, slapping and sliding with an ever quickening pace. I could hear her orgasmic moan start almost immediately. 

"You are so hot and sexy, I love slapping myself so deep into your womanhood," I rasped in time with my thrusts. "I want you so bad." She cried out softly as her body shook in orgasm and she tried to force herself deeper onto my cock. My hot jism exploded into her cunt as I whispered "You've made me cum so hard into you..."

We separated and she turned around and faced me. We kissed deeply and I pulled her close. Silently we separated and began to dress. When we were dressed again, I kissed her, looked deeply into her eyes and said "you are so sexy, any time you need a man to show you that, let me know." She blushed, but then smiled and replied "I think I may need a man on a regular basis. Next time, I have some more ideas we need to try." He eyes and smile told me I was going to like her ideas.



Caught



Her thick thighs were surprisingly shapely with delicate ankles. Her wide hips framed a well groomed but still hairy pussy. Her waist was nicely tapered despite her chubby belly and her huge 40dd tits were amazingly firm given their size and the fact that she was almost 40.

Kristen was a big girl and she towered over my petite 5'2" tall wife. Her long blonde hair cascaded down past her shoulders and she wore a tightly laced black leather corset that accentuated her generous curves. She had a beautiful face with bright green eyes and a playful mischievous smile. Everything about her was incredibly sexy and that is what had drawn me to her.

When my wife Carole found out about the affair she was irate. She slapped my face and bounded from our house. Kristen and her husband Tony, a cop, lived two houses away and I followed my wife hoping to defuse the situation.

Carole pounded on Kristen's front door. I had never seen her so angry.

"Get the fuck out here you god damn whore," Carole screamed at the top of her lungs.

Kristen opened the door calmly. "Can I help you," she asked in a smug condescending tone.

Carole lunged forward and caught Kristen with a hard slap to the face. Kristen backed up into the foyer and Carole followed. I quickly entered behind Carole and closed the door to save us from prying eyes.

"Fucking whore," Carole screamed as she lunged at the much bigger woman but Kristen was surprisingly quick. She toyed with Carole like a cat toying with a mouse. Carole's shirt ripped and Kristen tore it off leaving my wife in just shorts and a bra.

Carole was unfazed. She swung wildly at the bigger woman and Kristen moved to the side and grabbed her from behind. She locked her arm around my wife's neck and playfully unsnapped her bra.

"This is fun," Kristen teased as Carole struggled to get free.

I had seen enough and I moved in to break up the fight. A hard blow to my head knocked me off my feet. 

Tony pounced on top of me. I am a big guy at 6'3" and 225lbs but Tony was strong and an experienced fighter. He quickly got me face down on the ground and before I knew what was happening my arms were cuffed behind my back.

Kristen had Carole face down on the ground. She pulled Carole's shorts and panties down and started to slap her ass hard.

Carole had always hated pain and she was not enjoying Kristen's relentless attack on her tender ass.

Kristen continued to spank my wife hard and Carole started to cry.

"Okay," Carole wept, "I give up. Please stop."

Kristen smiled. She could feel Carole's submission and it pleased her. She loved being in control. She slapped Carole with a ferocious blow.

"Please stop," Carole pleaded, "I am sorry. I will do whatever you want."

"Anything?" Kristen asked. She considered the possibilities and an evil grin spread across her pretty face.

"Yes, anything, just don't hit me anymore." My wife sobbed.

Kristen stood up and helped Carole to her feet.

"Undress me," she ordered my wife. Carole hesitated but with her beating fresh in her mind she did as she was told.

I watched helplessly as my very straight wife undressed my full figured mistress in front of me. Tony stood over me as I watched. He was still in uniform and I was still handcuffed on the floor.

Carole finished undressing Kristen and stood obediently beside her awaiting the next command. Kristen grabbed Carole's long chestnut brown hair and led her upstairs. Tony pulled me to my feet and we followed them into the bedroom.

Kristen handed Carole a black leather corset and waited while my petite wife fitted it in place and tightly laced it behind her big curvaceous body.

Carole's fingers trembled as she stood naked beside my big sexy mistress.

"Very good," Kristen said as she tenderly stroked my wife's cheek and Carole smiled meekly.

The tall blonde wrapped her left arm around my wife's waist and drew her close.

Carole tensed at the intimate contact. She had always maintained that she was straight and while she could appreciate the beauty of the female form she was adamant that girl/girl sex did nothing for her.

Kristen's right arm slid up my wife's bare back and she grabbed a handful of Carole's hair as her right leg pressed between Carole's thighs. 

"You're wet," Kristen said quietly as she drew my wife's mouth to hers in a soft tender kiss.

Carole's lips were pursed tight as Kristen kissed her but the big blonde was insistent. She pulled Carole's hair and forced her tongue inside my reluctant wife's mouth.

Kristen kissed Carole and ground her thigh against my wife's exposed pussy until Carole's resolve weakened.

Carole's body relaxed as she gave into the pleasure her body was feeling. She returned Kristen's kisses, tentatively at first but as her passion increased her tongue entwined with Kristen's in a deep passionate kiss.

"Lay down," Kristen panted as she guided my wife to the king sized bed.

Carole willingly lay back on the bed as Kristen straddled her head and lowered her succulent pussy to my wife's mouth.

"Mmm," Kristen moaned as Carole's tongue strummed her wet cunt. "Right there baby." 

Kristen ground her wet pussy against Carole's face.

Tony undressed as his wife knelt straddling my wife's face. It was not the first time I had seen him naked. His body was compact and muscular with little body hair. He had watched Kristen and me together many times over the previous months as he stroked his dick. He enjoyed watching Kristen perform. He was happily submissive and a willing cuckold. His 5" dick jutted out from his taught body as he watched his wife dominate mine.

Kristen leaned forward as Carole continued to lick her pussy. She ran her fingers over my wife's smooth shaved gash and chuckled.

"For a breeder licking snatch for the first time," Kristen mused, "your pussy is really wet." She dipped her fingers into Carole's honey pot and my wife moaned into the big blonde's grotto.

"Oh you like that do you?" Kristen teased.

"Yes," Carole hissed into Kristen's wet cunt.

"Tony," Kristen said sternly, "get over here and fuck this slut while she gets me off."

Carole hadn't been with another man in over 20 years but that didn't stop her from spreading her legs wide and welcoming our neighbor into her sloppy wet cunt.

Tony climbed between my wife's spread legs and sank his short but thick cock into her as she licked Kristen to her first climax of the day. He fucked my wife until he was about to cum.

"Not yet," Kristen said as she pushed him off my wife. She climbed off Carole's face and strapped a huge rubber cock around her wide waist. She lay on top of my petite wife and plunged 10 inches of latex inside her quivering quim.

"Oh gawd," Carole moaned as Kristen filled her up. Carole's legs wrapped around the big blondes waist and she held the big strap on deep inside her as her eyes rolled back in her head. She reached up and pulled Kristen's face down until their lips met.

"Fuck me hard," Carole said loudly as she plunged her tongue inside Kristen's mouth. Her words were strong, confident and filled with need. She was no longer a meek submissive woman succumbing to Kristen's desires. She was a wanton slut who wanted and needed to cum.

They mashed their mouths together in a torrid kiss as Kristen pounded her big strap on into my wife. Carole's breathing was ragged as she approached her first ever female induced orgasm.

"Oh gawd yes," she hissed as waves of pleasure rolled through her body. She cried out a string of unintelligible words before her body went limp.

Kristen continued to fuck my exhausted and thoroughly satisfied wife.

Tony unfastened my handcuffs and told me to strip. I pealed my clothes off and joined the rest of then in hedonistic nakedness.

"Get over here and clean your wife's cum off my big girl cock," Kristen ordered. I moved over to the bed where my wife lay in a post coital coma and Kristen knelt with a strap on dripping with my wife's juices fastened around her waist.

"Suck it pig," Kristen ordered. We had played that game before. She was a terrific domme and I thoroughly enjoyed being her submissive pig.

I knelt beside the bed and took her ten inch strap on into my mouth. I could smell and taste my wife's juices and my cock twitched with excitement.

"Look at your hubby suck my cock," Kristen said to my wife. "I bet he'd dive on Tony's dick with just as much gusto too."

"Wouldn't you piggy?" She asked me.

"Mmm," I moaned as her girl cock slid in and out of my mouth. We had toyed with the bisexuality at a fantasy level and I suspected that she really liked the idea. I had always been resistant to guy/guy bisex but I was secretly intrigued by the idea.

"Enough," Kristen said dismissively. She guided me onto the bed and into 69 position with Carole. My wife took my hard dick into her mouth as Kristen moved behind me with her big black girl cock. She poured lube onto my ass and slathered it generously over her cock.

I moaned as the slick smooth head slid enticingly over my tight puckered asshole.

"You want it don't you piggy," Kristen teased as she pushed her hips forward.

"Ohhh," I groaned as she penetrated my ass. It was far from the first time she had fucked my ass and I liked it. "Yes," I hissed. I pushed back against her and several inches of hard latex filled my ass.

"See what your hubby likes?" Kristen chided as she grabbed my hips and rhythmically thrust her cock into me.

My cock twitched in my wife's mouth, removing any chance of denying my enjoyment.

Tony moved in front of my and offered me his hard drooling cock. I didn't hesitate. I opened my mouth wide and his thick turgid rod slid inside it. The ridges and veins of his throbbing cock caressed my lips as he slowly fucked my mouth.

Carole continued to suck my cock as Kristen fucked my ass with long slow strokes. I felt my climax approach like a speeding freight train. It was unlike anything I had ever felt, driven by stimulation to my aching cock as Kristen's rhythmic stroking of my prostate. I tried to cry out as my cock exploded but Tony's cock filled my mouth and throat.

My cock spasmed and pumped copious amounts of thick hot cum into my wife's mouth. It filled her mouth and spilled down her cheeks onto the bed.

Kristen pulled her big girl cock from my gaping ass and Carole climbed out from underneath me. I repositioned myself on my knees in front of Tony's tight muscular body and ran my hands up his muscular chest as his thick rod disappeared down my throat.

My hands slid down his back and grabbed his firm ass cheeks and I pulled him hard against me burying my face in his pelvis. Tears streamed down my face as I fought my gag reflex. I backed off his cock until just the soft spongy head was in my mouth. I wrapped my fist around the saliva slickened shaft and stroked it as I sucked hard on the head.

Tony held my head as his climax approached. His breathing quickened and I knew he was close. I had never tasted cum but I found myself craving his hot seed.

Tony groaned as cum spit into my mouth. I swallowed it at first then held some in my mouth savoring its essence. I swished it around and let it slowly slide down my throat like an oyster.

My cock was still hard despite my recent powerful climax and Kristen wanted it.

"Sit back and enjoy the show," she told my wife as she kissed her softly. They had clearly connected and in a very short time they had gone from brawling to a Dom/sub sexual relationship and finally to an intimate peer/peer relationship.

I lay back and Kristen mounted my hard rod. She bounced leisurely on my cock letting her excitement build.

Carole watched with obvious interest as Kristen and I fucked. She moved over my face and lowered her dripping wet pussy onto my mouth.

Kristen leaned forward and they kissed deeply. Their tongues danced together in a hot wet lambata as the used my body for their mutual enjoyment.

Tony stroked his cock in the corner while he watched Kristen fuck and kiss us.

Kristen bounced hard on my dick as her climax approached. I could feel my own orgasm coming.

"Cum inside me baby," she pleaded as waves of pleasure rolled through her big sexy body.

"Ohhhh," I groaned loudly. 

My cock spasmed inside her pussy as Carole came on my mouth. We all rode the waves of our climaxes as Tony cranked his hard tool.

Kristen flopped onto the big bed and pulled my wife down beside her. They kissed and cuddled together and watched as Tony neared his own climax.

"Bring it home baby," Kristen said playfully to her husband as he made his was to the bed.

"Who wants it?" Tony asked.

The girls both looked at me. "Finish him off baby," Carole said excitedly.

Her excitement was like an aphrodisiac. I grabbed his hard dick and sucked it into my mouth. He was close and in seconds he filled my mouth with his warm seed. I swallowed it all down and sucked his softening dick until he pushed me away.

"That was so hot baby," Carole said softly as she pulled me to her. "Next time I want to watch Tony fuck your sexy ass while Kristen fucks me with her strap on."

"Next time?"



Caught



Caught. I'd known it couldn't last forever but thought I'd have a few more months, just a few more.

I sat opposite my boss in his office, staring at the floor and trying not to cry.

"There is a way out of this, you know."

I looked up at him.

"I could punish you myself."

My mind spun. What in the world could he mean? Slowly, the possibilities arranged themselves. 

I stood up, went to undo my blouse.

"No, not here," he said. "Go now. I will contact you."

Friday morning, a package came for me. A sexy schoolgirl outfit: white lacy knickers, white crop top, pleated tartan skirt, heeled pixie boots. There was a note: 'Saturday, 10 am, the fountain in the park. Wear your hair up.'

I shuddered. There was still time, I could call and tell him to forget it, just report me. Looking at the clothes, though, I was a little turned on by the idea of wearing them, of what he may have in mind. Still time tomorrow to back out, not turn up, scream blue murder if he suggested something I couldn't face.

As I dressed the next morning, my mind wandered again over what was in store for me, picturing myself getting fucked in these clothes – back against a tree with my legs spread wide, bending over a wall with my knickers round my ankles. I sighed as I noticed my nipples showing through my top, my pussy responding to my thoughts. Maybe I was going to enjoy this more than I wanted to admit. Pulling my hair into a high ponytail, I set out for the park.

It was, thank heaven, a deliciously warm day; considering the tininess of what I was wearing. The occasional person wandered through the park, but with most of humanity sleeping off Friday night, it was fairly quiet. As I approached the fountain, a wave of terror overcame me. What if I was never seen again? What if he used me today and then reported me anyway? What if he didn't turn up at all but had 'sold' me to someone else? My mind ran wild with fear. 

I felt I might be sick, and barely noticed my boss approaching. Reassured by his smile and approving look at my outfit, I took a deep breath and made up my mind to get into character and do as I was told. 

Let him punish me. However he wanted. 

"Sit here," he said. "I have something I need to do. When I wave at you, pull up your top and show me your tits."

Bad girl. Deserves to be punished. I thought to myself. Forget everything else.

Sitting at the edge of the fountain, I watched him speak to various men. The first few walked away, but then he got talking to two guys. They looked over as he gestured toward me, then he waved. My heart was in my mouth as I peeled up the top, but I was determined to give them more than just a nervous flash. I even managed to smile and wave back.

My pussy twitched in anticipation as he headed back over. 

"I told them you're my sex slave and you love sucking cock. I told them I'm letting you suck off two guys as a special treat, but they can only come over your tits, not in your mouth. Go into the bushes with them, if they try to get more than a blow-job, or if they come in your mouth, scream." 

My pussy begging to be touched by now, I walked over to the two guys and said, "My master says I get to suck both your dicks." They nodded, and we disappeared into the trees surrounding the park.

Kneeling down in a secluded spot, I lift up my top again, ready to have my tits spunked over. Wearing so little in public, the breeze caressing my breasts and thighs, turns me on so much that I can't resist giving my pussy a quick stroke through the white panties before reaching out to undo the jeans of one of the guys standing in front of me. I start with long licks up his shaft, licking all round the head of his cock before taking him into my mouth. Then, using my hands on him, I turn to the other, who is stroking his cock as I start to lick and suck him. Wishing I had a hand free to play with my now aching cunt, I stay fairly still as one of the guys fucks my mouth, pulling out to unload over my boobs. The other shoots soon after, covering my tits in a second shower of cum. I sit down, rubbing their cum into my breasts and gently stroking my pussy as they leave.

"Clean-up, time for lunch," my new master tells me, throwing a towel at me. We have a pleasant lunch outside a café, almost as if nothing had happened. 

"I don't have any money with me," he grins as we finish our meal, "so you'll be paying for everything today."

My heart sinks. I had almost forgotten my punishment.

"Tell the waiter he'll have to accept your services as payment. Same rules as before."

Deep breath. What am I gonna say?

Looking over at him, he is looking back as I lick my lips, 'accidently' letting my skirt ride up my thigh as I get up. "I'm ready to pay you," I purr, dropping my gaze to his crotch.

He doesn't get it. I lean over the counter giving him a view down my top and whisper, "I don't have any money. Pay it for me and I'll suck your dick."

He gets it now and looks over to the table, then back at me.

"Don't worry about him," I say, heading round the counter, "where can we go?"

He leads me to a storeroom, asks me to bend over a freezer in there.

"So long as you're just looking," I tell him. "You don't get to fuck me, you don't get to cum in my mouth, understand?"

"Can I watch you touch yourself?" he asks.

Sounds perfect to me. Bending over and spreading my legs to give him a better view, I reach underneath and stroke myself, first through my knickers, but soon pull them aside, letting him watch as I rub my clit and finger myself.

I don't get to go too far though, as he gently pushes me down onto my knees.

"Suck Me."

I get pretty close to cumming as I carry on playing with myself while I hungrily suck on his dick. Again, he asks if I can bend over, wants to cum all over my arse. I oblige and after a few minutes of wanking, he shoots his load over me.

"Now, where can we find a bunch of men to fuck you?" my master asks. 

We don't need to look far. A new shop is being built at the end of the road.

"Wait here," he tells me, as we stand outside the building site.

When he comes back he leads me to a cabin. We go inside, and he clears a counter, motions for me to sit on it. "I hope you're ready," is all he says before leaving.

Sitting on the counter top with my legs spread, wondering what will happen next, I slip my hands up my top to play with my nipples.

As the first man enters, I drop my hands to my sides, and he takes over, stroking my breasts and squeezing my nipples. He stops to undo his fly, so his hardening cock can rub against my thigh.

"Want me to screw you?" he says. 

I wrap my legs around him, pull him towards me, say in his ear, "I can't wait any longer, I want your cock."

He pulls back, looks at me.

"Show Me."

Pulling my knickers aside, I start rubbing my clit, then gently sliding a finger along my pussy. "I've been aching for a serious fuck since I put these panties on. I've been a dirty slut all morning and I need to feel your hard cock sliding up my cunt." Still rubbing my clit, I start to tease my hole with the tips of my fingers. "Do Me."

My body stiffens as he slides inside me, my cunt clamping down on his hardness. He sucks and bites my nipples as he rams into me. I can take no more, and cum noisily as he slows his thrusts, teasing my G-spot so I cum again. "Great pussy," he breathes, "turn around, I want to cum up it from behind." I jump down and he enters me again from behind, only taking a few short thrusts before he cums in me.

As he leaves, two more men come in. Still bent over, cum rolling down my thighs, they stand either side of me, stroking my body, taking their clothes off. Soon there is a hard dick to suck either side of me and I am aching to be fucked again.

"Who's first?" I ask, arching my back. 

One of the guys starts sliding his dick against my cunt as I use my mouth on the other. The man behind me grabs hold of my hair suddenly and plunges into me, calling me a dirty bitch and grabbing hold of my tits.

I feel another orgasm building as I'm getting fucked hard again, and have to pull away from the cock I'm sucking while I cum. The guy behind me cums as I push back onto him, then pulls out, leaving my fanny open and waiting for the next guy, who is just as good a screw as the first.

And so the afternoon goes. They enter in ones and twos, have me, and leave.

Finally, my master appears in the doorway.

"Get Dressed."

We take a taxi.

"Sit in the front, remember you're paying."

It doesn't take much to give the taxi driver the idea that he's getting paid in sex. During the journey, I frequently adjust my clothing, giving him little flashes of my tits and pussy. It is easy to lean over and blow him when we arrive, and I follow my master into the house he goes into.

As I go in the door, my master grabs my wrist, pushes me toward a table.

"Bend over, lift your skirt and pull those knickers down."

I squeal as three strokes of a whip crash across me.

"Didn't think you wouldn't be getting a good thrashing, did you?"

Three more strokes. I whimper. 

"I know you just loved getting all that cock today." "Didn't you?"

Three more.

"Didn't You?"

"Yes"

"Filthy... Little... Slut..." A crack with the whip came with each word.

"Tell Me"

I can't think for the pain. But I must say something. I know he'll whip me harder if I don't. "I..."

Too slow. A lash of the whip.

"I loved getting all those hard cocks up me. I loved it so much I had to play with myself most of today"

Another lash. I am almost crying.

"Did you cum?"

"Some of them fucked me so good I couldn't stop cumming."

The whip fell across me again.

"Do you want more?"

I didn't know what he meant. I held my breath. Three more strokes.

"Do you want to get fucked some more, slut?"

Will he whip me more if I tell him I still want it? Or will he stop and fuck me?

"Yes," I tell him.

One more lash. Then he drops the whip and reaches up to squeeze my nipples, hard. I hear him undoing his flies, feel him laying his rock hard cock between my ass cheeks.

"Beg For It."

Still confused from the pain, I only manage a quiet, "screw me."

He pushes against me, reaching up to squeeze my nipples again.

"Beg For It."

"I'm a filthy little slut and I need your cock in me. You feel so hard against me, I just know I'll cum as you slide it up me. I need to be fucked hard again, you can have me any way you want, as many times as you want, I just need you to fill me."

He had a firm hold of my hips as he stuck his hard cock right up my arse.

As I get over the shock, I realise that I am actually more turned on than I have been all day, the whipping and arse fucking taking me to a new level, my clit begging to be touched.

My hand wanders down to touch myself, but he grabs it before I can.

I understand. This is my punishment.

A long slow arse fuck while my pussy aches for cock. I could cum so easily if I could touch my clit, but he won't let me.

He withdraws.

"You may kneel and thank me."

As his hot spunk fills my mouth, I know I'm his slave forever.



Caught



This story may not be used without my permission Warning this story involves female domination, humiliation and pain. Do not read if this is not for you.



Paul had an eye on Molly who was in her forties with dark hair and melon shaped breasts who lived next door he was hoping to date her. Paul heard the phone ringing and picked it up to answer it.

Molly was on the phone, "I am out her sunbathing I bet you would like to see me. I like to sunbathe nude no peeping.

Paul asked, "I would like to take you out."

"You will to ask first."

Paul thought she could be difficult, "Lets go out How about 7 tonight for dinner."

"Let me check my calendar which is not out here and then you can ask me later. I wish you were here to rub some oil on my body. I will see you later. I knew you wouldn't look around back as I am here by myself no one is around." 

Molly hoped that Paul would fall for her trap.

Paul knew Molly could be a tease and liked taunting him After the call Paul went outside and around the back and peeped though the fence. He saw Molly nude body and saw her melon shaped breasts with nipples that looked like small upside ice-cream cones shinny with oil. He then looked and could see her between her legs her mound, which was, shaved clean showing her cunt lips. Paul wished he could suck on her breasts and lick her cunt. Paul was getting hard watching as Molly was rubbing oil on her breasts making them shine in the sun. Paul unzipped his pants and was playing with himself.

Then he felt a tap on his shoulder a neighbor Judy a blonde with green eyes and pear shaped breasts had caught him. Judy looked at him sternly liking to see him squirm I will have to call Molly. Paul realized his pants were open and his penis was out in the open exposed so Judy could see it

Paul said, "Please let me go", and went to fasten his pants

Judy looked at him, "You have broken the law we will to decide what to do with you", and you will not fasten your pants

She then phoned Molly, Molly, " I caught a peeping tom with his penis exposed."

Paul felt nervous being caught and was mad at himself for being caught

Molly said, "Bring him to the house."

Judy brought him to he house and Paul felt embarrassed being exposed with the women seeing his penis. 

Molly stated, " I am so disappointed in you I was just teasing you. I feel so embarrassed and feel violated you seeing all of my nude body seeing my breasts and cunt. You are so dirty seeing my private places. Molly was enjoying having power over him her trap worked as planed. I have called Susan who works with the police. I want you to meet with Susan or I will turn you in.

A few days later Molly contacted him, "I talked to my friend in the government Susan she has started a investigation. I am sorry I got you in trouble. I need you to cooperate with us. I want you to meet with us tomorrow at 9AM". Molly thought the trap was set. She looked forward to putting the pressure on him

Paul the next day went to the government building where he was taken back to an office. He saw Molly and then saw Susan who had brown hair, and large breasts.

Molly spoke, "Have a seat."

"Paul meet my friend Susan."

Susan spoke, "I am glad to meet you. I understand you were peeping though the fence and was looking at Molly's nude body."

Paul spoke, That is right."

"I want you to sign away your rights."

Paul signed the paper.

"Do you understand and give up your rights and agree to be probed and questioned", Susan had a recorder

"I agree and understand

"I need you to go and remove your pants and come back' Paul waited

"I want you to go to that now."

Paul went down to the restroom and went inside and removed his pants. He came out feeling embarrassed but liked being controlled and went back to the table and gave his pants to Susan.

The women were going though his pants. " I want you to remove your briefs and shirt and everything else fold them and hand them to me.

Paul removed his briefs feeling excited and handed them to Susan. Paul realized his bare bottom was exposed in view and his privates were exposed to he cool air and in view.

Susan put different pieces of his clothes in different bags.

" I will need you to go to the room next door"; Susan took him naked down the hall and into the next room with Molly following.

"I will be right back as I need to take your clothes to the lab."

Susan soon returned," I would like to examine you and take fingerprints."

"That is fine', Paul feel so exposed but excited

Molly spoke, " I bet the lab finds sperm in your briefs which is serious business."

Susan spoke, "That will increase the charges besides being exposed and watching you were masturbating."

"I was so sorry."

Molly stated," You are sorry because you were caught"

Susan spoke, "I will need to take pictures of you."

Susan took some nudes of him, "Get all fours and spread your ass cheeks."

Paul got on all fours feeling humiliated as his asshole, bottom and privates were in plain view."

Susan took some more nudes and then told him, I want you to sit this will really hurt as examine and probe your body 

Paul sat on the edge of the table

Susan started checking around his hair, looking with a light in his eyes, and ears.

She next checked under his arms and then was probing his pecks lifting them and checking around. She started pinching them hard and then checked his nipples probing and then pinching hard.

Susan warned him, "This really hurt as she was probing around in his privates lifting his penis and bag. Paul felt excited and embarrassed as she probed. Then Susan pushed two fingers into his bag that really hard causing Paul to cry out as she increased the pressure causing teas in his eyes. Susan liked using pain to put pressure. Molly was enjoying watching

"You was masturbating watching Molly weren't you!" Susan applied more pressure causing Paul to wince.

"You weren't you."

"Yes I was masturbating", Paul noticed the recorder was still on and Molly was smirking. "You purposely went and watched Molly sunbathing nude while having your penis out exposed and masturbating."

"Is that right?"

"Yes"

"I need you to turn and lean over the table."

Paul turned and leaned over the table

"Molly come over here and spread his ass cheeks."

Paul felt Molly hold his ass cheeks apart

Susan then put on gloves and used her light.

Susan said, " I see you have a bag of drugs stacked inside your asshole you are in serious trouble."

Susan took the bag of drugs out and put them in an evidence bag

"This is going to hurt", she put one finger into his anus then she pushed another inside his anus and then started pushing another large finger inside causing Paul a lot of discomfort

"Those drugs are yours right", Paul saw Molly snickering and noticed the recorder were on again', "Isn't it right"

Paul had tears in his eyes, "Yes those are mine."

Paul felt so exposed and embarrassed being used by the women.

Susan turned on the pressure, "You may get a lot of jail time but I will make you a deal if you wear a coke cage for Molly, register as a peeping Tom, volunteer to spend time in the women's prison and plus agree to spanked. I can get you a shorter time.

"Yes I will agree to that", and Paul signed an order at his own expense for a cock cage and also turn over his money to Molly

"Also I want you to be on a web site where women will see nudes of you that will pay for what I do and for compensating Molly. I am sure Molly can use a slave."

"I agree to that and want to be Molly's slave', Paul signed papers agreeing to be Molly's slave 

"Next I need to take down to the clerk office for a mug shot and fingerprinting this could quite embarrassing for you being nude and exposed."

Paul followed Susan down a long hallway followed by Molly he felt so exposed women could see his nude body. Molly stated "They are very rough in the women's prison you better watch you ass as you may have to bend over."

Paul was taken into the clerk's office where Sheila who had brown hair, green eyes, pear shaped breasts and a tight blue jean ass took him over for a mug shot. She put a number around his neck and told him, "You need to step for your picture"; she then slapped him on his ass. She then took a picture front and back."

"I need to fingerprint you" and held his hand for the fingerprint. "I am glad you are in trouble for watching Molly." Susan told him, "Beth will hear you case tomorrow. Sheila will take you to your cell."

Sheila slapped him on his bottom and led him to his jail cell and put him inside.

Paul saw all three women looking at his nude body, Molly was snickering and other women were smiling. 

Susan stated, "You get a good spanking tomorrow."

To be continued

"

Paul later had to meet with Susan in a government building where Molly would be> he would subject to a nude search and fingerprint. Susan told him that they could decide the matter there if he would agree to meet with Beth there who would decide a judgement. Susan asked him if he like to view naked women and he told her, "Yes he did." Susan wanted him to agree to plead guilty assault and being a pervert a peeping Tom.

Susan would strip search, fingerprint him and question him. He would spent some time in the women's jail where a woman trustee would search him 



Caught



I was awake early this morning and it did not take me long to get dressed, breakfasted and such then it was into the car. I had remembered to take a holdall, my red scarf and a thick elastic band. I was wearing a green t shirt and a shortish brown skirt. It was a lovely drive out to the forest; the forecast was correct and the sky was a brilliant blue.

Just before 8am I was driving down the single track road to Rufus Stone. This is a clearing in the forest marked by a waist high stone to show where the heir to the throne was murdered in the eleventh century. I pulled off the road and parked on the gravel. At this time of day I had the place to myself. Tracks lead away from the car park into the forest and my plan was to walk down one of these tracks then go off the track into the wild forest.

I secured my keys to my wrist with the rubber band and set off to walk down the track carrying the scarf inside the bag. The birds were singing and the air smelt good. I was soon well out of sight of the car park and I picked my way off the track and through the trees. After weaving between the trees I came to a spot where thick bushes had grown around the base of a huge old tree and I stopped to look around. If I was really going to do it this was the place.

I unzipped the bag and placed it on the ground with the scarf beside it. Then I slipped off my shoes and put them in the bag. Looking around I dragged my shirt over my head and dropped it in the bag. My senses were now on full alert as I stood there in my brief white bra. The bra came off and went into the bag then I unzipped my skirt and pulled it down and off. I felt very excited and gulped a little as I stripped off my knickers and consigned them to the bag. I was now totally naked in the open air. I only half zipped the bag -- I might need to open it in a hurry then very carefully I pushed it deep into the bush where it was invisible. I reached as high as I could and tied the scarf to a branch then I stood completely naked and looked around.

I felt deliciously free, a bit like Eve. There was warm leaf mould and pine needles underfoot as I walked away from the place taking occasional looks backwards to make sure I could see the red scarf. One hand went unselfconsciously to my shaven pussy just gently stroking. It was like being a little girl playing naked in my garden. I imagined girls who grow up on fabulous private estates who have acres to run around naked away from prying eyes. There was no clearing; it seemed to be thick trees for a very long way but equally there were very few brambles apart from the odd bush. I was well over 25 feet from the bag and I had to peer a little between the trees to make out just a glimpse of the red scarf. I spun myself around with my arms outstretched enjoying the open air then I sat down with my legs shamelessly apart and my hand on my pussy.

At one point my heart jumped as I heard a definite rustling in the undergrowth and I sat still and listened hard but saw nothing. A deer or a badger perhaps? I wondered what it would be like to be out here naked and handcuffed to a tree. I do own a pair of chrome handcuffs which I have used for self bondage experiments inside my flat.

I looked at my watch on my bare arm. Time was passing slowly and my self imposed task was to stay here until an hour had passed or until I had some evidence of human company. I lay on my back looking up at the trees and a patch of sky. 

Suddenly there was a single bark, unmistakably a dog. Where had it come from? I sat up and caught a faint male voice. There was a rustling over in that direction. I stood up but kept bent low and ran to a place behind a tree in the opposite direction to where I thought the dog was. There was more barking, the dog was excited. Dogs have a good sense of smell; should I move away or just freeze? I was crouching behind my tree and I saw the black and white Colley with its nose to the ground. It was moving in vague circles then an old man came through the trees. He was wearing a green cap and a green quilted jacket which was unfastened. In one hand was a stick. The task was now complete and I could go to collect my clothes but to move would invite being spotted. Suddenly the dog gave a great Woof and came bounding right at me. I tried to make myself invisible but Rover had come around the tree and was right in front of me baring his teeth and growling at me. He had found his prey and was holding it at bay.

The man knew from the growling that the dog had found something and he came running over. I guess there is a range of possible reactions to finding a naked girl; the man was angry and he demanded what I thought I was doing. My mouth was dry and I was very afraid. The first thing which came into my mind was a dare and that was what I said. The man was absolutely livid and was raving about polluting the forest. He used the word "disgusting" quite loudly and told me to "be gone". I think that is what one says to cast out demons.

With my eyes fixed on the dog I began to edge myself in the direction of my bag. The dog moved forward. I think he had his eyes on my throat. I don't know what the man's eyes were on. The man asked if I had a car. I nodded. He put his hand into the dog's collar to hold him back and he waved his stick in a direction which was away from my clothes.

"The car park is that way. Go before I set the dog on you".

For a moment I stood open mouthed in the accepted position with one hand across my tits and the other between my legs (There are some places where a girl does not want to be bitten) then I just turned and fled in the direction he indicated. It seemed a long run twisting between trees but it was probably quite soon when I caught a glimpse of my red car through the trees. Now I crouched down cautiously.

I could see my car. There was also a four by four which was empty and a small saloon containing two old aged pensioners. The old folks had parked perhaps ten feet from my car. I could not wait here. If the old man and his dog came back there was no knowing what the man would do. The only thing was to make a run for it. I took my car key from my wrist and held it in front of me then I took a deep breath and dashed for my car. I wrenched open the door and started the car. My bare foot on the accelerator felt very odd as I revved away and turned onto the road heading away from the main road. Of course the old couple had seen me but it must have been less than thirty seconds between breaking cover and being out of sight.

My heart was pounding as I drove down the road and eased my foot off the accelerator so that I was doing a speed more suited to the road. I was on a public road driving completely naked in full daylight. How was I going to get home? How would I get from the car into my flat?

Eventually my mind began to function. I always keep an old coat in the boot (trunk) of the car in case of breakdowns. I waited until I was on a fairly straight stretch of road where I could see both ways and I pulled over. This would have to be done fast. I looked both ways and ran around to the back of the car, seized the coat and slammed the boot then I pulled on the coat. I was standing beside the car doing up the coat when a car came past doing less than 30mph. There was a couple in the car and I don't think they saw anything untoward.

So now I was dressed. My only thought was to get home. I did not fancy driving on fast roads in bare feet but what choice was there?

I arrived back at my flat at around 10am -- just the time on a Saturday morning when everyone is up and about. Thankfully there was a car parking space in the street right beside the front door. That would avoid my having to park at the back of the block and walk to the flats in full view of all the windows at the back of the block. I parked and made sure my coat was fully fastened. I would look very odd wearing such a long coat in brilliant sunshine especially with bare feet. Fortunately my flat keys are on the same ring as my car key. I locked the car and moved to the front door of the flats as fast as I could. I was into my flat without meeting anyone.

Once inside I just stood in the kitchen looking out of the window. Today had been a very narrow escape. It could easily have been very much worse. I did think of going back to Rufus Stone (fully dressed) to recover my bag but what if the man lives in a nearby cottage? I definitely don't want to meet him again. I will have to buy a new holdall some time and I have lost a set of perfectly good clothes but they can stay where they are hidden in the bush unless the man and his dog have found them.

I am still a bit worked up but coming gradually. I keep seeing that old man with his stick raised over his head. This is the part which never appears in stories.



Caught!



She lay in bed reading the new novel she bought at the adult bookstore. It was getting really hot and so was she. 

She reached for her vibrator on the headboard. There was no reason to lubricate it, she was so hot and wet already.

She was wearing only her panties under the warm covers. She turned on the vibrator and heard the whirring noise she'd cum to know as her friend. The moment she touched it to her hot hard clit she gasped...it felt so good. She moved the head of the vibrator in a circular motion around her clit. It glided around easily from all of her hot juices. She continued reading the book, it was at a really hot spot. The girl in the novel was getting a really good lashing from her stepfather. The stepfather was getting really hot giving her this spanking and his hands were beginning to wonder a bit after each swat he laid on her bare ass. You could see red marks from his fingers.

The book was really good and so was the vibrator as she slipped it lower teasing at the tiny opening to her pussy.

She spread back her lips and pushed in it just a little. She lay the book aside and slowly inserted the vibrator, sliding her panties out of the way, into her pussy slowly moving it back and forth, letting it in a little more each time. She closed her eyes and her head rolled back concentrating only on the vibrations in her pussy, tingling all the way to her clit.

Suddenly her door opened and she jumped up in surprise. It was her mother's new boyfriend. She forgot she was only wearing her panties which were shoved to the side of her pussy anyway. So there she was...caught in the act, nipples hard, pussy exposed, whirring vibrator in hand. She hurriedly turned it off. He shook his head and walked towards her bed.

"And just what are you doing in here missy? Is this what you do when your mom is out working? Or do you usually have your boyfriend over here doing it for you?"

"No, I don't have a boyfriend!"

"Yeah, sure I bet you don't. Tell me, have you ever had sex yet?"

"I don't think that is any of your business, Glen!"

Glen laughed and moved even closer to her bed. He reached out and took the vibrator away from her. He brought it closer to his face to look at it and he seemed to be inhaling her aroma off of it. She thought she saw the beginning of a bulge in his jeans.

"Well, I'm sure your mom would want me to discipline you for this type of behavior. And since she is not here, I suppose I should go ahead and proceed before you think of some excuse to get out of your punishment.

"I think she would want you to leave my room and not say a thing about it!"

Glen unbuckled his belt from his jeans and she was worried that he was going to get undressed and rape her.

He tugged on the belt and took it off.

"I think you better stand up and bend over the edge of the bed."

"NO, I don't think so."

"Well, I know so," Glen said pulling her by her arm up off of the bed, "Now bend over that bed like I told you!"

She did as he said since he was forcing her to anyway. He tugged her panties down to her knees. He noticed that the crotch of them was quite damp.

"You were really enjoying yourself in here all alone, weren't you?"

And with that he raised the belt in the air and delivered the first stinging swat to her bare behind. It left red marks behind and she gasped from the impact. And just as soon as she drew in another breath, the belt was landing on her other cheek, stinging hard like the other. He swatted her six times before he finally stopped.

"I know your mother will be very disappointed in you. Trying to experience sex in here!"

He reached down with his free hand to her reddened ass and rubbed it with his large hand, warm and wandering over both of her cheeks. She shuddered in spite of herself, because it was actually beginning to feel good to her.

Her clit was hard and wet, but he didn't know that. It was even harder and wetter than before he interrupted her.

"Maybe we can spare your mother the heartache of knowing you are growing up too fast."

"What do you mean?" she asked as he grabbed her hand and turned her around. He looked down at her budding breasts, the nipples standing hard and erect. At her pussy, so tight and hot and her panties laying around her ankles now. He reached for her hand and put it on his bulging hard on. His cock was full blown, throbbing, wanting a piece of this hot aching pussy for himself. What a shame to waste it all by herself. He could feel her hand close around his large cock and he knew she could feel it throbbing to her touch.

"I want you to unzip my pants and take my cock out. You need to know what you will be dealing with, the first time you decide to be with a boy. Now, unzip my pants and take it in your hands and hold it"

She did as he said, his large cock popping out totally at attention, hard and ready for her.

"Now I want you to put your mouth on it and suck on it like a lollipop."

She put her mouth on him and he shuddered as her lips closed around the head of his cock. She sucked the head of his cock in and out of her mouth.

"Try to put as much of it in your mouth as you can. Let me help you by pushing it in a little at a time."

She opened her mouth larger and allowed his big cock to push past her lips further and her lips stayed wrapped firmly around it as she controlled the urge to gag by sliding her tongue up and down his cock as it slid further and further into her mouth. She looked up at him and he was staring down at her taking his cock into her mouth.

"Oh yes, baby, that's just right. Let me fuck your mouth with my big cock. Just relax and let it slide in and out.

"Suck on it baby as it slides in and out of your mouth. Oh, yes, just like that , just like that, oh you are getting the hang of this quite nicely." And he gave in totally to the sensation of her lips sliding up and down on his cock as he slowly pumped it in and out of her mouth, her tongue sliding around it, down the side of it. He wanted so bad to fuck her, she needed it. She was fucking herself with the vibrator. She wanted it whether she knew it or not. But he had no protection with him and she was not too young to get pregnant.

"I want to fuck you. But I still want you to be a virgin for your first boyfriend and I don't want you to get pregnant. So, I want to fuck you in your ass"

"You want to stick your big cock up my little bitty asshole?" she asked fearfully.

"Yes, and if you do, I will not ever tell your mother about what I caught you doing today and you do not need to mention this little adventure of ours either."

She was not sure she was going to like his cock in her ass. It sounded like it could hurt. But then again, she did not want to get in trouble with her mother or worse yet, have her vibrator taken away. She had been getting so much pleasure from it lately. And she had always thought her mom's new boyfriend was quite attractive and that he should be so interested in her, just a young girl...

"Okay, we can try. But please go slow and use something to make it easier," she whispered in a scared voice.

"Don't worry, I will go slow and we'll use a little Vaseline." He reached for the Vaseline and smeared it on his big cock from the head to his balls. Then he put a dab on his little finger and reached for her asshole. She jumped and tried to move away as his finger let its presence be known at her tight asshole. He reached over and picked up her vibrator from where he had laid it earlier and turned it on. He bent her over the bed away from him and reached around the front of her with the vibrator. He touched it to her clit and she shuddered. He enjoyed the way she reacted to it.

"Oh yeah, baby, you like the way that feels. And you are going to like how this feels, too."

And she could feel his little finger entering her asshole slowly. It did hurt but the vibrator on her clit was getting her excited and she actually moved her ass onto his finger a little more and gave out the tiniest little moan.

"Oh yeah, you like my finger poking up your tight little asshole don't you? Because you are a naughty girl. In here playing with yourself all day. I'll give you what you crave!"

And with that he began to plunge his finger in and out of her asshole harder. Almost all the way out and then back in, the vibrator whirring on her clit and she was gasping and meeting his every thrust into her tight back door.

"Oh yes, yes, yes, oh my god, that feels sssssooooo good" she gasped and pumped his finger harder and more frenzied, sweat breaking out on her face and chest.

"I want to stick my cock up your ass now baby. Do you want my hard hot cock up your ass?

"Yes, I want to feel it. I want it now. Give me that hard cock up my ass now NOW!"

He pulled his finger out of her ass and bent to kiss those sweet reddened ass cheeks, one then the other. Then he plunged his hard hot tongue in her asshole making her scream and gyrate onto his tongue even harder. He could feel her tight asshole closing around his tongue and he thought how good his cock was going to feel inside her.

But he just kept plunging that wet hot tongue into her asshole over and over, making her gasp and moan. She was riding his tongue up her ass like some kind of a wild animal.

"Now, stick your cock up my ass now!" she cried.

And he got into position and was planning to go slowly into her so as not to hurt her but as soon as he got the tip of his cock inside her she plunged down onto his cock.

"Ouch!" she screamed but then she was gasping and riding his cock, slamming her tight ass onto it harder and faster. "Oh god, you fuck my ass so good. I love your cock fucking me in my ass. Fuck me baby, hard, hard, hard!" she screamed at him.

It was all he could do to keep from cumming when she slammed her tight ass onto his cock. Her asshole felt like it was on fire and his cock along with it. But he was determined to give her the ride of her life and it was not too often he got to stick his cock up a willing asshole as tight and exciting as this one. He established a rhythm of his own, sliding his cock in her ass long and deep, long and deep. She was groaning and biting her lip and she screamed as he slapped her hard across her ass.

"Yes, this should teach you what sex is about. This is what you wanted, isn't it? To cum and cum and cum," he said.

"Yes, it feels so good. I am going to cum like I have never come before all over your hard cock up my ass. Because I love it when you fuck my ass."

He reached up and grabbed her tits, their nipples so hard and pinched both of them really hard as he started bucking his cock into her asshole almost raising her up off the floor, his thrusts were so hard and powerful. She was screaming so loud he thought she would faint the way she was gasping for breath . His cock was starting to throb and he knew he could not last much longer it just felt too good. 

Then suddenly, she became quiet and her asshole clamped onto his cock like a vise he couldn't escape from and then suddenly she gasped "Oh, my god...I am cummmmmmmmmmiiiiinggggggg!" and her asshole squeezed his cock until it spurted and then exploded into her. He could feel both of their hot juices running together, he didn't miss a stroke as he exploded inside her and she rode him like a fucking animal in heat screaming and screaming, panting, gasping for breath. 

Then finally, she collapsed onto the bed and he collapsed on top of her. His cock was still in her asshole and still throbbing as she moaned on the bed and he bit her shoulder. It was undoubtedly the best sex either of them had ever had.



Caught!



He stepped out into the parking lot, into the sunlight. Suddenly, a voice cut through the normal din.

"Sir? Sir! Stop right where you are!"

He turned to see a woman advancing toward him with a determined stride.  She wore a security uniform, and had her hand on her belt.  With more than mild curiosity, he stepped toward the woman.

"Yes? Can I help you? Is there a problem?"

"There may be. Would you please follow me back into the store?"

"Of course."

She led the way, and he couldn't help but notice how that uniform flattered her figure. He always was a sucker for women in authority anyway, and he was trying every conceivable thing he could think of to keep his trousers from tenting as he followed her through the store to a secluded interrogation room.

Inside the room, the surroundings were rather austere: a small table, a few straight-backed metal chairs, a camera mounted high on the wall, a recording device in the middle of the table. As they entered the room, he saw her hit what he determined to be the remote that would activate both the camera and the recording device.

"Please empty the contents of your pockets onto the table and place your bags next to them."

He did as he was told, placing his personal belongings on the table and the bags where they could be searched. After all, he had nothing to hide. He had the receipt for his purchases and he had nothing strange in his poc ...

"Oh. And what is THIS?!"

A brand-new pocket knife gleamed.  He shook his head and rubbed his eyes, then looked again. Yes, there it was, though he had never seen that knife before, nor had he even been IN sporting goods that particular day. 

"I have no idea where that came from!"

"I'm sure, Sir. That's what they all say when caught. Is shoplifting a habit for you?

"Well, no....."

"Ah, so this is your first time, then. That would explain the clumsiness .."

"Now, wait just a minute! I didn't do this!" 

She turned from him to hide the secret smile. She knew he was getting flustered and that's just how she liked them to be. She had noticed the slight bulge in his crotch when he entered the room past her, and she knew how to get what she wanted.

"I see. And I can see that you're becoming mighty aggitated, Mr ......"

"Ross. Micheal Ross.  And of course I'm aggitated. You're accusing me of stealing, which I did not do, and this could reflect very badly on things here in this town. It's bad enough that you paraded me through the store like a common criminal ... but now you're saying I stole something that is completely rediculous."

"We have you on camera" She leaned very close so he could smell her perfume. He could also smell something else in the air. 

"Is there anything I can do to make this go away?" 

"Are you suggesting, Sir, that I take a bribe from you?"

Mike's face went red. He suddenly didn't know which way to go without getting himself in deeper, so he just kept his mouth shut. She circled the table and him, running a finger across his broad shoulders. Her touch made him shiver with anticipation.

"Perhaps there IS something..." she purred, loosening her belt. "... but you have to do everything I say."

"Yes, ma'am. I'll do anything to make this go away."

She opened her shirt, unhooked her front-hook bra, and said, "Then suck my tits. Make my nipples nice and hard ...."

He began tentatively, alternately nibbling at her and looking at the camera on the wall.

"STOP LOOKING AT THAT DAMN CAMERA!" she barked. "And suck my tits like you mean it, or ...."

He renewed his vigor on her tits, licking and biting at the nipples until they were hugely engorged and blood red.

"Ohhhhh, yeahhhhhh," she moaned, "just like that .... harder, baby ..... suck 'em harder ...."

His hands came up to maul her tits, then he pushed her uniform top off of her shoulders, exposing her upper body completely. She backed away, looking at him.  

"Y'know, you need to be naked. Strip for your body search. I want to make sure you're not hiding anything else ..."

He began to undress with trembling hands, keeping an eye on the camera. He wondered how many people in the security control booth were witnessing his domination.  In a weird way, this excited him. 

"Face away from me, please, chest on the table ..."

"Now, wait just a minute .... what are you going to do to me?!"

"You said you would do anything I said. Do you want to rethink that? 'Coz I certainly can get the paperwork together ..."

"NO! I'm sorry .... I'll obey ..."

With that, he placed his chest on the table. The room was cold, so the cold laminate top hitting his warm flesh made him groan. He heard the snap of a rubber glove, and began to tremble.

"This will feel a little weird, but I have to check. It's best you relax ....."

He felt cold, lubricated fingers invade his rectum, and his natural instinct was to tense up. His groan was loud enough that she was afraid they'd be heard, but remembered this room was soundproof. 

"I told you to relax. I'll be done in just a minute ......"

Her fingers began to move around inside him. He felt her other hand grip his raging hardon, and as her fingers passed over his prostate, he almost shouted in pleasure. Her gentle touch on his cock was driving him insane and he was just about to cum all over when she gripped his cock HARD with her hand and removed her fingers from his ass with an audible pop. 

"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it? You wanted to cum, didn't you? Well, you haven't earned that right yet. Thieves have to work a little harder to get what THEY want by giving me what I want. Poor baby ... look at your cock ... so hard. So beautiful .... "

He was standing in front of her, his cock standing straight out from his body. She sank to her knees, teasing it with her tongue. His hands reached to grip her hair but she grabbed him by the wrists.

"I'm sure you're used to your little whores kneeling down in front of you so you can ram this monster down their throats and cum gallons into their bellies.  Well, not this lady ... no, sir. You keep your hands to yourself until I give you a use for them, or this session is terminated and you will be under arrest for shoplifting. Do I make myself clear?!"

"Yes, ma'am. Crystal clearrrrrrrrrrroooohhhhhhh" Her tongue met the crown of his cock, licking away the precum that was accumulating there.

"You taste marvelous, Mike. Too bad I have other plans for this ...." With that, she began to slowly stroke his cock and massage his balls. Mike's knees threatened to give way, but he managed to steady himself as she manipulated him. He began to thrust against her hand and just as she watched him swell, she again applied extreme pressure to his cock which made his orgasm subside. Mike groaned in protest; he wanted to cum so badly.

"What's the matter, baby? Balls getting a little full? Shall I massage them for you?" She began to massage them gently and again, Mike began to ramp up to orgasm.  

"I think that's quite enough of that for now. Strip me."

Mike was almost in tears. What had he gotten himself in to?! He reached for her uniform pants, unfastening them and pulling them over her ample hips. He lifted her up onto the table, pulled her shoes free, and then pulled her pants over her muscular calves, dropping them to to the floor. She lifted her hips to allow him to pull the rather utilitarian panties over her as well, dropping them into the pile that had accumulated. 

"Sit in that chair and pull it closely between my knees"

Mike did, pulling the chair up under the table, putting his face nearly in her pussy. She put one foot on each arm of the chair, and grabbed Mike by the head, pulling him to her. Mike placed a hand on the inside of each thigh, and running them closer to her pussy, he used his thumbs to pull her open and watch the juices flow.

"Suck my pussy. Make me cum hard .... do it .... "

He didn't need another order; his face was already buried in her. She held his head as she hunched up to meet his tongue, which alternately dipped deep inside her and swept up to swirl her clit. She arched against the onslaught, the sound of wet slurping filled the room. He roughly shoved two fingers into her, finding her G-spot, which sent her over the edge, wailing out her orgasm.

"OOOHHHHMMMMYYYYYGGGGOOODDD ...... UUUNNGNGNGGGGGG" 

He felt her inner pussy muscles grip and milk his fingers, his cock just about shot off as he thought of how that would feel when he was fucking her.  He prayed he would be fucking her before all this was over.  He decided right then and there that he WOULD fuck her.  He stood up and gripped her legs under the knees, pulling her ass closer to the edge of the table and lining his cock up to her perfect pussy.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"You've been fucking with my head all morning, so I'm going to do some fucking now."

"Stop right there or I'll ..."

"You'll what? Shoot? That's exactly what I plan to do ..."

With that he shoved forward, impaling her on his cock.

"Oh, my God ... YOU'RE HUGE! You're stretching me so goooddddddd .... don't you dare stop ...."

He gave her time to adjust to his size, and then began to very slowly fuck her, using his thumb to stimulate her clit. She came and came, her velvet vise gripping his cock in hot, wet silkiness. He watched as his cock disappeared and reappeared from her body, glistening with her juices. He listened to her wails of pleasure, then decided to deny her one last thing after everything that she had put him through this morning.  He felt her pussy grip again in pre-orgasmic spasms, and he pulled free.

"What the ...... where do you think you're going?!" 

He grabbed her by the hair, dragging her from the table and onto her knees. 

"Suck me. Taste yourself on my cock and then I'm going to cum all over you."

For some reason, the tone of his voice excited her and she began to suck him with abandon. It wasn't long before he was growling again at her:

"Here it comes .... jack my cum all over your tits ... that's right ..... play with my balls .... oh, yeahhhhh... here it is .... OOOEHHHHERRRREEEIITIIISSSSSSS" 

His hips lurched with each rocketing spurt of cum that flew from the end of his cock. He hosed her down with a huge load of spunk, then sank to a nearby chair to recover.

"How was that?" he asked, his voice still ragged with lust.

"God, that was amazing ... but you just couldn't do it, could you?"

"Couldn't do what?!"

"You couldn't let me be the dominant one, not even once. I was getting into that, too ....."

"Oh, don't whimper. You got your fun, and you came like a banshee, but next time I get to wear the uniform again. You'd better get dressed and get back to work, now, Little Girl. I'm just grateful you turned off those security cameras when we got in here."

"Are you sure I did?" She grinned and crawled over to him, kissing him hotly on the mouth.



Caught!



I knew I shouldn't have been doing it. I knew it was wrong, but I just couldn't help myself. When I woke he was gone and the red, silk sheets felt so nice, so smooth all over my skin. I started running my hands over my breasts, just like you did last night, teasing and tugging at my nipples, pinching them a little now and again. My other hand started on my stomach and ever so slowly made its way down, first along my hips, then inside my thigh and finally to my lips, tracing the finger lazily up and down, brushing the clit, sending tiny little shivers up and down my spine.

Eyes closed. Back arched. Fingers slipping inside, slowly at first, then faster. Just one. Then two. Faster and faster. Squirming and moaning. Touching. Breathing harder and harder, fingers moving faster now. So close, just a little more. . . .

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING??"

His voice was both shocked and angry and I blushed deeply as he tore the sheets away, leaving me naked and squirming on the bed, legs splayed wide, fingers still inside me. Caught and exposed.

"What did I tell you about that?" he asked, calmer now, but in a firm tone.

"I'm not supposed to," I said, closing my knees and covering myself with my hands.

"Un Uh," he said, hands reaching down parting my knees. "You are going to be nice and expose for this you filthy little cunt." 

I blushed more, wanting to close my legs more than anything at that moment.

He continued, "No, you aren't *allowed* to, there is a big difference. And why not?"

I closed my eyes and spoke softly, "Because it isn't my cunt anymore, it's yours and because I need you to help me with," I froze up, so ashamed, unable to say it.

He brushed my hair back and whispered, "It's OK. But you need to say it."

I squeezed my eyes tight and turned my head, heart racing. "I need you to help me with my masturbation problem."

When I opened my eyes, he was staring down at me, looking stern. I knew the look and it scared me.

"I've tried to be nice about this, but nothing has worked so far. I leave for 15 minutes and when I get back, you have your fingers stuck in that wet, little, stinky cunt. Each word seemed to sting.

He leaned down between my legs and inhaled, laughing. "Oh and you are really a stinky little girl today." He reached down and his thick fingers circled my wrist, forcing my hand to my face, my fingers under my nose. "See," he said, still laughing a little. "Now tell me, cunt, what are you?"

I started to squirm, legs trying to get traction in the silk sheets, but found myself just slipping around. I sobbed softly answering him, "Stinky," was all I could say. I couldn't help but inhale my own musky scent.

"Who is my stinky little masturbator?" he whispered in my ear.

"Keiko," I said.

"Keiko's what?" he whispered again.

"Keiko's your stinky little masturbator," I whispered, cheeks on fire.

His hand cupped my sex and he found it wetter than before. Hand after hand smeared my own wetness on my face, cheeks, forehead, nose, lips, until my face was coated in my own juices.

In one swift motion, he flipped my over and roughly drew my arms behind my back. The familiar sensation of rope circling my wrists was followed by another set of ropes, this time around my elbows, pinning them together.

My ankles and calves drawn to my thighs and bound with rough, thick hemp rope, forcing my knees open wide. Then the sensation I was fearing. Rope looped between my wrists and ankles, slowly pulling tighter, forcing them together. Shoulders straining, thighs wide, the tension getting more and more intense. I arch my back, giving the rope some slack which he quickly takes up, forcing me into that position. Bent and rocking on my stomach, he flips me over, all my weight resting on my back, trapping my arms under me, barely able to squirm now.

My knees pulled apart wide, stomach extended and my hips raised, my sex sticking up in the air, exposed, lips slightly spread.

God, why am I still so wet? Why can't make these feelings stop. I can't raise my head enough to see how I look but I can feel it and I can smell myself. Oh God, is it running down my thighs or is it my imagination? What am I smelling? Me or what he has wiped on my face. My head spins and my heart races.

I feel myself slipping away.

SLAP!

It takes a moment to register, the sound with the sensation. Suddenly, there is a warm burning. A stinging between my legs, then another and another. Harder and harder. He's not saying a word. I try to squirm and close my legs, but I can't. Each slap finding its aching, pink target. It hurts so much, but feels so good.

He's silent, slapping between my legs over and over again. It is hot, stinging, and throbbing now, aching with pain and need.

"No more," I plead, "I'll be good, I swear."

He laughs and speaks, leaning over me. "No Keiko, lots more, because you make promises you don't keep." The spanking gets harder and faster. My squirming grows more frantic. The tingling, burning sensation really starts to hurt. The squirming gets worse, the pleas more desperate.

Oh God, it really hurts now and he's not stopping. My mind starts to slip away again, the sensation growing hot, painful, like it is on fire. I close my eyes tight.

A loud swish and a crack. My whole body tenses as the pain shoots through me. I try to look and see what is happening. As I twist and turn, I can barely make it out, through the tears in my eyes. Oh God, his belt! He's swinging it.

SWWIIIIIIIIIIIIISH, CRACK!

I scream, a coarse, animal scream. Pain unlike anything I have ever felt. I want to reach down and touch it to feel it. It is throbbing now, burning, aching. I need to get away, make it stop. I squirm, struggle, pull frantically at the bonds, but the hold, not slipping at all.

SWWIIIIIIIIIIIISH, SWIWIIIIIIISH, then nothing. Two more swishes and then CRACK! I swear I think I am going to pass out, then another and another. I am crying now, uncontrollably.

All I can feel is my burning cunt, that is all I am at the moment. Another stinging blow, following by the words that cut into me just as deeply. He sounds so serious, so strict, "Bad girl," he says, punctuating the blow. And I feel like a bad girl. Then another comes, harder and fast, "Dirty girl," he says, and I become that for him too, deep inside.

Then he does the unthinkable. He makes me say it. Eyes filled with tears, I obey, choking out the words.

"Bad girl." The belt falls, sending waves over pain from my cunt through my body.

"Dirty girl," I say, trying to tense up and block the sensations.

I keep saying it, over and over again. And each time he smacks my burning cunt with the belt. I can't stop saying it and I don't know why.

I don't know how many times it happens, but all I know is he wants it and that is enough.

Finally, I am whimpering, saying the words, "Bad girl, dirty girl," over and over again. The pain continues, but it is different now. It is soothing somehow, a soft touch, a gentle touch. A hand. But it isn't his. I can't see, I can't turn enough to look. But I know the voice.

She's giggling, patting my bruised, swollen cunt. "Bad girl. Dirty girl," she's laughing now. I shake my head frantically, God, No, it can't be her. Not here, not now, not seeing me like this.

His voice confirms my worst fear, "You didn't have any idea your roommate was such a slut, did you Susan?"

My crying grows. "Please, Sir, please, make her leave, I can't, please?"

He says nothing, just rolling me to my side, facing the center of the bed. He leans down and places a wide strip of tape over my mouth, then another and another. "Girls like you should be seen and not heard," he whispers.

I watch, in disbelief as he and my roommate undress, taking each other in their arms, embracing and then kissing a long, slow, passionate kiss.

It hurts to watch them.

More so, as he tenderly caresses her, lying her on the bed, curling up together, touching, kissing, exploring each others bodies. He slips his head down between her legs, covering her with kisses along the way. Soon he is tasting her and she is squirming and moaning and my burning cunt is wet again. I need to be touched. I can't bear to watch, but I can't look away.

As she gets closer and closer, he holds her tight and then climbs on top, slipping his cock insider her, slowly, passionately sliding in and out, until they explode together in a loud, sweaty climax, collapsing into each other's arms.

I look and watch, whimpering behind my gag, pleading with my eyes, needing to be touched. He left the room, going to clean himself. Susan leans over and touches my cheek, running her fingers over the tape that covers it. "Do you know how you look like this?"

I shake my head, trying to say "No." My eyes widen.

"You look ridiculous, stupid. He tells me you like it. I just want you to know that no matter how you dress yourself up, no matter what you do from now on, every time I look at you, I am going to see you this way. A bad, dirty Jap girl with tape stuck all over her face, with a little swollen, wet cunt." She wasn't smiling, or even laughing.

When he came back out of the bathroom he looked at Susan, "Now, how about that lunch I promised you?" 

Susan looked at me, "What about her?"

"Oh, she needs time to think about things. She'll be fine like that for a few hours."

I squealed and shook my head, trying to beg behind the tape.

I watched them get dressed, decide on a restaurant and completely ignore me, while I desperately tried to get their attention.

The door shut and all I could think about was what a bad, dirty girl I was. 



Caught!



Once I had locked the bathroom door I made my way to my Cousin Lin's wash basket I was hooked on sniffing here panties. This was before thongs and g-strings came out and they were all either lacy or cotton panties which were still very small and sexy. I must of unloaded hundreds of times in her bathroom whilst sniffing her panties and chewing on her crusty gusset.

I had just turned Eighteen and Lin was Twenty Eight, she had a slim body and medium breasts and quite a fit body as she used to play netball on a regular basis. 

I would always try to catch a peak down her blouses at or I would be sitting on the floor opposite her try to get a glimpse up her skirt to her panties. I managed a few stolen views when she fell asleep on the sofa a couple of times but not very often. One day as I was peeking up her skirt while she was asleep she woke up and caught me looking, she went mad kicking me really hard in the chest and telling me to fuck off! So I did not go around there for a while.

Saturday afternoon after she had come back from netball and had taken a bath was the best time to sniff her panties. 

As soon as she had finished in the bathroom I would be up there and taking her navy blue cotton panties out of the wash basket and they would still be very warm and very sweaty from all the exertion of playing netball all morning. 

I would bring them up to my nose and take a deep sniff whilst licking at the sweaty crotch. The strong pungent aroma and sliminess used to make my heart race and my cock very hard I would take my penis out and start to wank myself off. If I was really lucky there would be a pubic hair or two stuck to her panties and I would make sure I got it in my mouth. 

This was exactly what I was doing one Saturday when all of a sudden I got a blow to the side of my head and my Cousin Lin calling me a fucking dirty little wanker and pervert. Teasing me about being a panty sniffer.

I was so embarrassed I pulled her panties of my face and tried to run out of the door but she would not let me. As I tried to get out I slipped over and ended up on the floor she immediately jumped on top of me and started to slap me around my head screaming abuse at me, her knees were on my arms so I could not wriggle free. She then grabbed her panties of the floor and proceeded to rub them in my facing telling me to sniff them now and calling me a perverted little cunt!!. I was getting scared now because she was like something possessed. Lin grabbed hold of my cock which was not hard and started to pull and tug on it saying that I cant get a girl I just have to wank over her dirty panties instead. I thought it could not get any worse but then my cock started to get hard with it being wrapped in Lin's hand. 

As soon as Lin realised this she started with another tirade of abuse calling me a sick bastard as I getting aroused over my own cousin grabbing my cock.

From the position Lin was in, straddling me with her legs open and her knees almost on my shoulders I could see right up her short denim skirt and onto her white cotton panties, her gusset was only about six inches away from my face and she caught me looking at it.

Lin said that I bet you would love to get your nose in this pair wouldn't you, without thinking I just nodded and she just started to smirk and say but these are fresh and clean and that I only liked her dirty panties. She then shuffled forwards a bit and her pussy was now only about an inch away from my nose and I could smell the clean just washed fragrance of the washing powder.

My cock was by now fully erect and Lin asked me if I would like to carry on where I left off So I took my cock in my hand and started to pull my foreskin backwards and forwards whilst Lin was calling me a little panty sniffer and telling me she was gonna tell her friends. So when they saw me they could all tease me in public.

She then asked me if I would like to sniff her navy blue knickers that she had worn for netball, again I just nodded and she held them upto my nose and told me to sniff them. After a few seconds she asked me why I did this. I replied with that most boys do it even with their sister or mothers panties and that I bet that my cousin Robert, her brother used to sniff her panties and that it is an easy way to get close to a girls pussy without actually getting one and that the smell is exactly like when you go down on a girl.

Lin's voice was now a lot calmer and she said that a few pairs of her panties had actually gone missing and had it been me I shook my head and said no I had never taken any I had only sniffed them. She asked how long had I been sniffing her panties and I said for a long time. She smiled quite broadly and said that I was a dirty little bugger but she was quite flattered that I liked to sniffer her panties and masturbate. What does my pussy smell of Lin asked.

When I then told her that I particularly liked to sniff her navy blue panties after she had been running around and they had become all hot, sweaty and sticky and that they smelt really strong, musky and pungent with her fluids and sweat. 

All this time I had been slowly pulling my foreskin back and forth and still sniffing her panties. She then asked me if I would like to sniff the ones she was wearing I said that I would love to.

With that she again shuffled forwards further and my nose came into contact with her panty covered pussy, I could feel the softness of her labia against my nose along with the warmth emanating from her body.

Hows that Lin asked and I nodded, knowing that my nose would be pushed further into her labia and up and down it. A shudder ran through Lin's body and I noticed a small damp spot forming around my nose and the very slight aroma of female sex juice.

Oh Fuck it Lin said and smiled again she the shuffled forwards again right onto my mouth and told me to have a good fucking sniff of that. With that she started to rock back and forth on my face with my nose rubbing from the entrance to her vagina upto her now erect clitoris. With one hand Lin leaned back and grabbed hold of my cock and started to wank it pulling on my foreskin faster and faster. With her other hand she grabbed hold of my head and really started to hump my face hard grinding her cunny down on my nose. Her panties were now quite wet with the fluid of her arousal and a mixture of my saliva.

I knew I was going to ejaculate very soon and Started to moan into her panties. Lin realised this and pulled her panties to one side and order me to lick her hole as I started to do this my face became saturated in her slimy female fuck juice, I slipped my tongue right up into her vagina as I started to ejaculate over her hand and sucking out the juices. As my spunking started to subside she took some of my spunk on her hand and started to stroke her clit with it saying that I had better be a fast swallower as when she cums she is a squirter and that there would be a lot of it. I doubled my speed of licking her hole, as she did with her flicking at her clit. I could tell by the frantic movements above my face and the lack of ability to breath or move that she was going to cum any second.

God and when she did it was like she was pissing in my mouth, it was gushing out, hot salty, creamy, tangy and very tasty indeed. I was swallowing as much as I could but there was still some running out of my mouth and down around my neck. She was making so much noise as well as thrashing around and cumming like a fountain. I was starting to find it very hard to breath with her full weight on my face and my tongue stuck up her pussy.

She started to get up off my face and said to me that whenever in the future I fancied a pair of panties to wank with she would always like to be inside them at the time but on no account will it ever go onto me fucking her or anything like that and it will only continue whilst she still gets off rubbing her pussy on my face. She then stood up, took her soaking wet panties off and handed them to me and said that I could have these as a souvenir and to sniff them on a regular basis. They did smell very aromatic and I did wank with them on many occasions until I got my next pair from Lin...



Caught!



There is nothing like being young in the summer. I remember the summer after graduating high school like it was yesterday. I had a boyfriend, I was getting ready for college, and I had the whole summer to relax. I lived in Chicago, but I got away from the hustle and bustle of the big city as often as I could. My boyfriend Craig loved to take long drives in the country with me, and we would drive a few hours west of the city deep into the Illinois farmland. 

I remember one day that summer much more vividly than the other days. It was July 16th, 1995, and we had taken a long drive west, past DeKalb and into a very rural area. It was a hot muggy day, with the temperature hovering near 90, even though it was almost dusk. Craig had been trying to convince me to make love outside all summer, and I was still refusing to try that. I was terrified of getting caught in the act. I was barely 18 years old, and my parents didn't even know I had started having sex, although I'm sure they suspected it.

"Let's go to Dairy Queen and get some ice cream," Craig suggested as we entered the corporate limits of a town with a population in the low triple digits. We pulled into the parking lot and went inside the cool air-conditioned Dairy queen. I had a strawberry sundae with extra whipped cream, and Rick had a chocolate dipped soft serve cone. The ice cream cooled me off, and I sat down at the booth to enjoy the taste.

"So, Miranda. What do you say?" Craig asked.

"Um...about what?" I responded, even though I knew what he was asking about.

"It's pretty isolated out here. Why don't we find a place to have sex outdoors?"

"No, Craig! I've told you, I'm not going to do that. We can do it at your place or my place, but I'm scared that we will get caught if we do it outside."

"C'mon, Miranda. We're in the middle of nowhere, I'm sure we can find a secluded place."

I was firmly against the idea of having sex outside. Although the idea sounded very erotic, I was terrified about getting in trouble. I had never even gotten a speeding ticket, and I didn't want to risk getting into any kind of legal trouble.

"O.K. Hey, how is your Sundae, Miranda?" Craig asked.

"Mmm...it's really good, try a bite!" I fed Craig a bite of my sundae, being sure to get some of the strawberry sauce on the spoon along with the ice cream and whipped cream. He let me have a taste of his chocolate dipped cone. A drop of ice cream dripped down onto my red tank top.

Craig's offer to have sex outside had gotten me very turned on. I still didn't plan on doing that, but I wanted to offer him a compromise so he wouldn't be disappointed. I told him my idea as we walked out of the Dairy Queen and back into Craig's white Ford Taurus.

"Craig, how about we find a secluded place and fool around inside the car?" I offered as he started the car.

"You would be comfortable having sex in my car?" He asked. I should have been more specific; I was way too paranoid to have sex in the car, but thought he might like to fool around with our clothes still on as foreplay. I wanted to turn him on and then go back to his place for sex later.

"No, not that. I'm sorry; I just don't think that is a good idea. I meant we could make out. You can feel me up if you want to!"

"O.K., I can't complain too much about that, Miranda. Although I still think you are being too paranoid. We are in the middle of nowhere, out in the country. I think it would be a great experience. Imagine feeling the air on our bare skin, Miranda. Imagine hearing the crickets chirping as we make love outdoors."

"I'm sorry, Craig, no. Let's find a secluded place to fool around in the car. If it seems safe, and I'm sure nobody is around, maybe I'll give you a blowjob in the car." I said that without even thinking about it. I figured that would get him to stop pressuring me to have sex outside.

"O.K., that sounds good!" he reacted. I put my hand in his lap as he drove. I could feel his erection through his shorts.

We drove through ten more miles of cornfields. It was starting to get dark outside. I reached into the back seat and found a map. "Hey, Craig, there's a park nearby, turn left at the next intersection."

"A park? Miranda, I thought you were scared of getting caught. A park is going to attract a lot of people on a hot summer evening. I was thinking about finding a field."

"A field? We are just doing stuff in the car, Craig. We need to find a place to park."

"I just think a park is too crowded. Let's turn left here." He turned onto a dirt road.

"Craig, this might be someone's private property!" I yelled.

"You worry way too much. Hey, look, there's another road!" Craig turned onto another dirt road. We were definitely on someone's farm. I saw a big shed of some sort, and a lot of rusty farm equipment. On the left side of the road there was a corn field, and on the right side of the road was a big grassy clearing with the shed and farm equipment. Craig drove behind the shed.

He started to kiss the side of my neck, but I was still nervous. I got out of the car to scope the area out. The grass was long; it looked like it hadn't been mowed for a month. I walked all the way around the shed. Across the dirt road there was a corn field; beyond that I saw a small farmhouse. Most of the lights were out. I looked at my watch; it was 9:30. I hoped that everyone was sleeping in the house. At least we would have privacy with the car parked behind the shed, I thought.

"O.K., this seems pretty safe." I got back into the passenger seat of the car. I tilted the seat back all the way and lay down the best I could; it was hard to get comfortable.

"Miranda, you look so hot tonight!" Craig complimented me. I had on a tight red tank top, accentuating my above average 36C chest, and jean cutoff shorts. I hadn't put on much make-up that day. My long red hair flowed down below my shoulders. 

Craig got on top of me and started to kiss my lips. I eagerly kissed him back, exploring his mouth with my tongue. Our tongues danced together, and I started to pant as his kisses got me really turned on. I went crazy when he started to kiss my neck and collarbone; there is one spot right by my collarbone that sends me through the roof when it is kissed.

I reached under Craig's white t-shirt and started to play with his nipples. I felt his erection grow as he started to move his hips against my body. Even though we were both fully dressed, we were going through the motions of sex with our bodies. I felt like we were living out the Meatloaf song, "Paradise by the Dashboard Light."

Craig kicked things up a notch when he put his hands under my tank top and fiddled around with my bra. He reached around my back to unclasp it. "It's in the front, Craig!" I told him. He moved his hands around and tried to unclasp it. I lifted my tank top up to my neck to give him a better view. I had on a lacy black bra. He finally found the clasp and undid it, letting my breasts spill out. It felt really sexy when he started to feel me up, gently playing with my breasts. I lifted his shirt up above his head and helped him remove it.

"Oh, Craig, this is fun!" I exclaimed. My fear of getting caught had subsided a bit, and I was enjoying the moment. It felt great to have him fondle my tits. I kissed his bare chest as he gently tweaked my nipples, getting them hard and pointy. He touched me under my arms, which I found very pleasurable. I started to kiss him on the lips again.

I felt his hands start to lift my tank top off above my head. I protested for a minute, but he quickly talked me into it. My bra was already undone, and I threw it in the back seat. It felt good to be topless with Craig, but the semi-nudity was making me nervous about getting caught.

After about five minutes of heavy kissing, I shed my inhibitions. I started to feel safe, knowing that the car was out of view from the road. I unsnapped Craig's shorts, and put my hand on his erection. He had a pair of white boxers on under his tan shorts, but I could feel his enormous erection through the cotton. I stroked him over the boxers, feeling his pre cum as it soaked the front of his boxers.

"Oh, Miranda. God you turn me on! This is so cool. There is nobody around for miles; it's just the two of us. I want to fuck you so bad, honey!"

"Maybe we should go to your place."

"I don't think I can wait that long. That's almost two hours away! C'mon, Miranda, this place is secluded enough. Let's do it!"

"I think its safe enough, but it's not comfortable enough to have sex in the car. I need room to move around when we make love!"

"No, not in the car. Right outside the car."

He was still trying to convince me to have sex outside.

"No, Craig, not outside. I'm too scared to do it outside. How about I give you a blow-job?" I figured that the prospect of a blow-job would be enough to change the subject, but he was really obsessed with making love outside.

"Please?" he said in a funny voice. "Pretty please, with sugar on top?" he begged.

"No, Craig, not outside." I put my hand inside his boxers, feeling his bare cock for the first time that night.

"O.K., I'll drop the subject. What a shame...a hot summer night, a secluded location, two horny bodies, and no sex outside." Craig jokingly whined.

Craig unzipped my shorts and put a hand on my black lacy panties. He put his other hand on my bare thigh. He knew that my thigh was my favorite spot to be touched besides my pussy, and he started to rub my thighs with both hands.

"I thought I was the one who was supposed to be pleasuring you, Craig!" I laughed as he massaged my thighs. I barely protested when he pulled my shorts all the way off. I was now wearing just my skimpy black panties and nothing else. My nervousness was quickly fading away as my horniness made me forget about my fears of being caught.

I had closed my eyes and I was really enjoying the feeling of his hands on my body when I felt his mouth on my legs. I opened my eyes and saw him kiss his way up my legs to my thighs. Then he put his mouth right on my pussy through the black panties. I could feel his hot breath on my pussy through the thin layer of clothing. I was getting really turned on. I was hoping to receive a pussy licking; Craig knew how to please me orally, and I couldn't wait to feel his tongue on my mouth.

"Oh, Craig. Mmm...that feels so good. I just wish we were on a bed; this car seat just isn't comfortable for this kind of activity." I was lying on my back with the seat all the way back, but my feet were on the dashboard. Craig was hunched over my lap, and his position looked very uncomfortable.

"Well, it would be more comfortable outside. I know you don't want to, honey, but is it really any riskier than what we are already doing right now? I mean, look around. You are practically naked already, and it seems really secluded here."

Craig had a good point. I was really turned on, and no one would see us behind the shed.

"O.K. I'll do it. I can't believe you talked me into this, Craig!"

"Relax; it'll be an experience to remember."

"I don't want to sit on the grass. My clothing will get all dirty!" I said. This was my final objection to the idea, but Craig had an answer for that.

He got out of the car and opened the trunk. He looked so sexy standing there without his shirt on. His chest was covered in short black hair; he had just the right amount of chest hair. He worked out a few days a week; and his rippling muscles made my pussy moist. He pulled out a large red and white striped beach towel from the trunk.

"You planned this all out, didn't you?" I jokingly accused him.

"Actually, I keep a towel in the trunk anyway in case we ever go to the beach" he replied.

Craig spread the towel on the ground. "To show you how safe we are out here, Miranda, I'm going to get completely naked right now." 

He took off his shoes and socks, and then dropped his shorts and boxers to the ground. He stood on the towel nude. I stared in awe at his cock. It was standing straight up, fully erect. I suddenly wanted it inside of my pussy, even though I had just been planning on having oral sex outside.

"Look around, Miranda. Nobody is around for miles!" Then Craig did something dumb. This turned out to be pivotal for what happened to us late that night. He ran around the shed, and streaked up and down the dirt road for a few minutes. I wasn't worried at the time, since I was still behind the shed, but I should have realized that his streaking was a bad idea and called the plan off right then and there.

"Craig, you're crazy!" I said as he jogged back to me. He was out of breath from his run, and his cock was dangling between his legs. I gave him a playful spank on his bare butt. "Get over on the towel, you big moron!" I took his hand and led him to the towel. I still had my panties on. I did a little erotic dance, swaying my hips as I looked him in the eyes and teasingly pulled the panties down a few inches. He stared at my crotch as I teased him, pulling them down but not off. Finally, I turned around and dropped them to the ground, letting him look at my bare ass. I turned around again and faced him. We embraced and kissed as we stood there stark naked. I felt a nice cool breeze on my bare skin. "I think we're alone now!" I said as I kissed him. "Now put your arms around me as we tumble to the ground!" This was the late 1980s, and the remake of Tommy James's "I Think we're Alone Now" by Tiffany was constantly on the radio.

I ended up flat on my back. The towel felt soft and comfortable. I could feel the grass on my bare feet; this really turned me on, as it was a reminder that we were outside. I suddenly realized how exciting this fantasy was, and I understood why Craig had been so pushy about making it a reality. I looked up. The moon wasn't all the way full, but it was close to being full. I saw huge oak trees above our heads, and tall grass all around the towel. I heard the quiet sounds of a nearby stream. 

Craig positioned his body on top of mine and guided his cock into me. I felt the tip of his cock penetrate my pussy lips, and I spread my legs wide to let him slide all the way inside me. He was still for a moment once he was all the way inside me, giving my pussy a chance to adjust to the full feeling.

We started to make love in a nice steady rhythm. It felt so good having his cock gently slide in and out of my wet pussy. I felt his bare cock moving deep inside me, and he moved his hips in circles to hit different spots in my pussy. I wrapped my arms around his ass, helping him plunge deeper into me.

We kissed like lovers in heat as we started to increase the tempo of our movements. I pushed my hips up to meet his harder thrusts, and I let him really screw me good. I wanted him to shoot out a load of hot come inside me. "Oh, Craig!" I moaned. He was hitting some good spots inside me. 

"You like fucking outside, baby?" he asked me.

"OOH! Fuck, me, Craig" was my response. I was really getting into it. A leaf from the nearby oak tree flew into my hair. I felt the grass on my bare feet. Although it was still hot out, the night air was cooling things off a little; I felt a refreshing cool breeze on my naked skin.

I passionately kissed him. He was moving faster; I knew he would come soon. I felt his hand on my left breast; he kneaded and squeezed it, making my nipple rock hard. I was bucking my hips furiously, and I was moaning and groaning very loudly, taking advantage of the secluded location to really let my inhibitions free.

"Fuck me hard! Oh, give it to me. Oh, yeah, this feels so good!" Craig just pounded away at my pussy, grunting and moaning as he fucked me hard. My eyes were shut as I let him fuck me, but suddenly it felt very bright. Something was amiss here. I opened my eyes, and a cop was shining a bright flashlight directly at us!

Craig noticed it too. "Oh shit!" he said as he quickly pulled out of my pussy. The cop was standing three feet away from us! Neither of us had noticed his approach; we had been too caught up in the moment to hear his car or see him walk up to us.

Craig was off of me in an instant, and I saw his cock quickly shrink. I was mortified beyond belief. I covered my pussy with one hand and covered my breasts with my arm. The cop was about 6 feet tall, with a blonde crew cut. He looked like he was in his early 20s. His uniform was all tan, and his patch said "De Kalb County Sheriff."

"Well, well, well! What have we here? Looks like I caught myself a pair of lovebirds!"

Neither Craig nor I said a word. My heart beat must have doubled. I was so embarrassed, and terrified of the consequences. My parents would kill me if they found out, and I had no idea how much trouble I was in.

"O.K., you two. Get up!"

Craig stood up. I was frozen like a deer in the headlights when the cop bellowed "You too, missy, get up!"

I finally complied with his order. He was still shining the flashlight directly at us. "Move your hands, doll; let me get a good look at ya!"

I felt so ashamed, standing there stark naked before the police officer. I lowered my head as I felt his stares up and down my nude body. He stared for what felt like an eternity before he spoke again.

"What's you name?" he asked my boyfriend.

"Craig Olsen" he replied.

"Craig, get in the back of the squad car!" he boomed as he opened the back seat of his car. Craig's legs were shaking as he followed the orders. "I heard reports of some maniac running around naked. Jesus, what an idiot you are.

"And who are you?" the officer asked me.

"Miranda Wells" I replied.

I was shaking with nervousness as he continued to eye my body. I covered my pussy with one hand and my breasts with my free arm.

"Put your hands behind your back!" he ordered me. I quickly complied. I was totally shocked when he put a pair of handcuffs on me. The steel felt cold on my wrists, and I realized I could no longer cover my nudity at all with my hands firmly cuffed behind my back.

He made me get into the back of the squad car next to Craig and then he quickly shut the door. Craig and I were sitting side by side in the back seat of the squad car. For some reason the cop never handcuffed Craig. Craig put his hand on my knee and said "It's all right, baby. This can't be a very serious offense; at the most we'll get a ticket."

"What about our parents?" I replied.

"We are both 18, so I don't think they have a legal right to tell our parents anything." Craig tried to reassure me. 

I looked down. My knees were shaking in fear. I had never gotten into any trouble with the law; now I was naked, handcuffed, and locked into the back of a police car. I was terrified. The seat felt hot on my bare ass. The police officer walked around the front of the car and got into the drivers seat.

"What should I do with you two?" he asked rhetorically as he turned off the squawking scanner. Neither Craig nor I had any response to his question; we just sat there silently.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to take you into the station to write you up." The officer informed us.

"What kind of trouble are we in?" Craig asked.

"That's up to the judge to decide. I'm thinking we should be able to get some jail time for you two."

"Jail time!" I screamed. "What we were doing didn't harm anyone. How much jail time?" I screamed.

"30 days, plus fines and court costs" the officer answered.

"You can't be serious!" Craig yelled.

"Oh yes I can! You two have been caught red-handed by an officer of the law having sex in public. I admit I don't have all the legal mumbo jumbo right in front of me, but we don't take public sex lightly around these parts. Well, let's get this show on the road!" 

The cop started the engine and the car started to move. I was naked in the back seat, handcuffed and humiliated, and we were heading out on the road towards the highway. 




Caught!



"Wait, can't we do something about this?" I asked.

"Like what?" he replied.

"I have a right to an attorney; you can't just arrest us and drive us to the station!"

"Uh, I'm afraid I can, miss! You can call your daddy's lawyer when we get to the station."

"What about our clothing? You have to drive us back to our car so we can get dressed at least!"

"No, I don't have to do a damn thing, Miranda! You should thank your lucky stars you didn't get caught by Officer Brady. Compared to me, he's a real hard-ass!"

"Oh shit. This is so uncool" Craig said.

The cop suddenly stopped the car. My body jerked forward; I wasn't wearing a seat belt.

"You know, I was once young and foolish like you two. I really don't want to get you two in any trouble. Maybe we can figure something out" he said.

My mind was racing. I had a terrible thought in my head that he was going to ask me to perform sexual favors with him in order to escape punishment.

"O.K., I've got a possible solution. I've got to admit, watching you two getting it on gave me a big stiffy. I'll tell you what: I'll drive you two back to where you were screwing. You two can finish what you started."

I didn't understand. He was going to let us get away, and he was encouraging us to finish our sexual activity? It didn't add up.

"Wait a minute. What's the catch?" Craig asked warily.

"I get to watch you two doing it. If you both come, I'll let you go. God, you're getting me hot." I looked into the rearview mirror, and noticed that the cop had put his hands into his pants. This was getting creepy.

"Let me get this straight." I said. "You are going to take us back to our towel and watch us have sex? If we do that, do we get to go home without any trouble with the law?" This was surreal.

"Yep. As long as you two come. Both of you!" he answered.

"How will you know?" I asked.

"Believe me, I'll know. As long as you two can prove that you both came, I'll let you both get the fuck out of my county with no hassle."

"How can we know that you will keep your word?" Craig asked.

"You don't have much choice really, boy!" he yelled. "But you can trust me. Scout's honor; if you both come, you both go home."

"What's in it for you?" I asked warily.

"You sure have guts, lady! I'm offering you a chance to get away with public indecency of the third degree, and you are questioning me? If you must know, I'll get my jollies watching; then we will all go our separate ways and never speak of this again."

I finally got it. The cop was turned on from watching us fuck, and he wanted us to finish while he jacked off probably.

"O.K., deal!" I answered. "Now can you please uncuff me?" I was starting to get very uncomfortable in the handcuffs.

"Relax, honey; we are almost there." Sure enough, we soon reached the small shed were this whole misadventure had started. He parked his car behind the shed and let us both out. Finally he undid my handcuffs and I stretched out my arms.

"O.K., let's get this show going!" he boomed. This felt very weird. I suddenly was being told to have sex after I had totally lost the mood. Being caught by the police while having sex outside will decrease your arousal.

"Craig, can you do this?" I whispered. I looked down; his cock was totally flaccid. I wasn't surprised.

'I don't know, Miranda. Officer friendly kind of ruined the moment. I don't think I can get it up again.

I knew I would have to use all of my female charm to get us out of trouble. 

"Craig" I whispered into his ear. "Haven't you always fantasized about doing it while someone watches?" I started to stroke his cock as we walked back to the towel.

"No, not really!" he replied. 

"Well I have, Craig. Granted, I didn't think it would be some creepy police officer watching us; but I have always masturbated to the image of having sex in front of an audience."

"An audience?" he asked, surprised.

"Yeah, like we go into a sex club and fuck in front of a group of swingers." This was true; I had often imagined this kinky fantasy since I had first started to masturbate; I hadn't ever shared it with Craig. I felt his cock grow in my hands.

"Wow. All right, I guess we better try. I don't want to get into trouble" Craig said.

We lay down on the towel. I felt the wet grass on my feet. Craig was on top of me trying to guide his cock inside of me. It just wasn't working out; he wasn't hard enough to penetrate my cunt. He lay on top of me, not hard enough to fuck me.

"C'mon lovebirds! I'm waiting for my show!" the cop yelled. He was leaning against the squad car. I looked up and was not surprised to see that he had pulled down his pants and started to jack off. His cock was average size in length, but quite thick. He had light blonde pubic hair.

"Miranda, I just can't do it with him watching. I'm sorry, but this isn't happening!" Craig whined.

"Craig, we must satisfy him or we'll get in big trouble! You got me into this mess; now get me out of it!"

"Miranda, what do you want from me? This pressure is killing my hard-on."

"Craig, do you remember what you have wanted to do to me since we started having sex?" I asked him.

"No." was his simple answer.

"You know full well. Do I have to spell it out?" His body was on top of me. I felt his hard chest on my breasts as he vainly tried to remember what I was talking about. "Oh fuck, Craig. You know. Take me from behind?" Craig had wanted to engage in anal sex from the moment we first started getting intimate. I had been repulsed by the idea, but I knew how much he wanted it; I hoped that talking about that would arouse him enough.

"Oh, that! Yeah, I've always dreamed of taking you in the ass, Miranda. But you said you'd never do that!"

"Well, Craig, if you can get us out of this fix, I promise we will do that tomorrow. Imagine the scene; we are in my bedroom. I'm wearing a lacy pink thong...and nothing else! I wiggle my ass at you. I get on all fours on the bed, and you yank down my thong. My bare ass is right in your hands." I felt his cock get instantly erect. I started to guide it into my pussy as I finished talking. "Yeah, that thought gets you all hot I bet. So there I am, on all fours. You squirt some lube into your hands. You spread my ass cheeks open. I'm a little nervous, but also secretly thrilled to be doing something so kinky. To me, it sort of feels like losing my virginity again. I am about to have a cock inside me in a place I've never had a cock before."

"Oh God, Miranda. You're not just saying that to turn me on now, are you? Do you really mean it; can I fuck you in the ass tomorrow?"

"I promise, Craig. Scout's honor!" we both laughed.

By this point he was fully erect and inside me. He began thrusting away. I tried to ignore the cop. It was hard to ignore him; I could hear him panting as he jerked off five feet away from us.

"Fuck, Miranda. I can't wait to fuck you up the ass."

"Yeah, it's going to be really hot, Craig. My poor little ass has never been fucked, you know. It's going to be really tight and warm inside. It'll make your dick feel really good, fucking my tight little butt. You'll squeeze my ass cheeks and get inside me really deep. I'll pump my hips back to meet your thrusts as you fuck me up the ass for the first time tomorrow!"

My talking was doing the trick. He was screwing me with vigor, and I thrust my hips up to meet his. It felt so good inside my pussy. I almost forgot that we were being watched. Even though I had been turned off by the cop because of the fear he had caused inside me earlier, I actually found him physically attractive. He was tall and handsome, and I am a sucker for guys with blonde hair. I also found it hot to have sex in front of a stranger; that was a new experience for me.

By the furious moaning coming from Craig, I knew his orgasm was imminent. Sure enough, I felt a hot rush of semen as he exploded inside my pussy walls. He let out a loud grunt and continued thrusting. I milked his cock dry by squeezing it tightly with my pussy muscles as he continued gushing inside me. My Kegel exercises had paid off; I'm sure my squeezing helped to intensify his orgasm.

Craig collapsed on top of me for a minute after his orgasm. The post coital bliss was interrupted when officer friendly said "Time for a cream pie check!"

"Excuse me?" I asked. It felt so weird to be lying naked under my boyfriend with a cop watching.

"Cream pie check! You know, I have to have evidence that your man came; that was half the deal."

"What the Hell are you talking about?" Craig demanded.

"Don't swear at me, boy. You don't want to go to the slammer tonight, do ya boy?" The cop looked ridiculous as he talked tough while his pants were bunched around his ankles. "Your sweet little lady might not know what a cream-pie is, but I bet you do, Greg!"

"My name is Craig. And yes, I do know what a cream-pie is. You can't be serious about checking. Come on, it's obvious that we came. Let us go please" Craig begged as he rolled off of my body.

"I need absolute evidence that you both came, and that is the only way to be sure."

I still had no idea what they were talking about. The police officer pulled up his pants. I was shocked when he walked the short distance to the towel we were laying on. I put my hand in front of my pussy. Even though he had already seen me naked, I was very embarrassed to have him come this close to me. I was mortified when he sat down next to my legs and said "Spread wide, I need to check."

I must have turned beet red as I finally realized what he was talking about. He wanted to see the semen dripping out of my pussy to prove that Craig had orgasmed! This was getting really twisted. I put my hand firmly in front of my pussy.

"Uh, Miranda, just do what he wants and then we are done" Craig pleaded with me.

I really wanted to get this over with, so I reluctantly spread my legs. The cop stared at my spread pussy. I looked myself; hot sticky come was dripping out of my pussy and onto my bare thighs. I had never been so humiliated. I would never admit it, but deep down inside I was also turned on.

"O.K., the cream-pie check is done. You two are half way there!" he told us. I was confused again; I had thought we were all done with this ordeal.

"Um...half way?" I asked, puzzled.

"I told you the deal, missy. Both of you come, and you both go home. I guess your guy is free to go, since I have...uh...evidence that he had an orgasm. Now I need to see you come."

"Wait a fucking minute. You are altering the deal! You said if you watched us have sex we could go home!" I was outraged that he was taking advantage of us even further.

"Cut out the cussing young lady. My exact words were 'As long as you two can prove that you both came' you can leave. I didn't hear any theatrics from you, so you didn't even try to fake an orgasm like my wife does. Now get going!"

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, knowing full well that he expected me to masturbate for him. I felt very uncomfortable with this idea; even Craig had only seen me do this a couple of times.

"Twiddle your twat, pet your pussycat, I don't know what you want to call it; just play with yourself for me!"

I knew what I had to do. I gingerly started to rub my clit with my fingertips.

"And no faking. You can holler and moan all you want, but I'm going to watch your pussy lips. I want to see a real orgasm."

I closed my eyes and tried to conjure up a hot fantasy. I tried to pretend that the cop wasn't around and that I was locked in the privacy of my bedroom. Although I was actually feeling aroused having two guys watch me masturbate I still felt very self conscious about it. Sometimes I got myself off while imagining having sex in front of other people, but this time I imagined I was alone in my bedroom masturbating. I thought about what I often do when I get myself off alone; straight sex with a hunk. I know it's not very original, but some of my fantasies are vanilla; I just picture a nameless hunk furiously fucking me. He looks like a guy on the cover of a cheesy romance novel, and he doesn't talk as he fucks me silly. His cock is inhumanly large, and it pounds my pussy. I wrap my legs around his, and feel the warmth of his chest on top of my breasts. He passionately makes out with me, exploring my lips with his tongue.

"Whoa!" the cop yelled as I started to come. I tuned him out as I felt the shocking waves of my orgasm hit me hard. Usually I can predict when my orgasm is about to hit me, but on this occasion it came suddenly without warning. Maybe it was the thrill of having this man watch me masturbate that made me come so quick, or maybe it was the desire to get the ordeal over with, but I came within two minutes of touching myself. 

"Man, your pussy is still twitching! I'm gonna come now!" the cop yelled. I hadn't realized that he had been masturbating along with me; my eyes had been closed. I looked up and saw him tightly shut his eyes as he pumped his cock, furiously jacking himself off. He had pulled his pants down again; he was sitting by my feet. I could feel his legs on my feet as I watched him finish stroking himself off. 

His cock suddenly spurt out a load of thick white come into the air. I felt the first hot sticky stream land on my leg, just above my knee. Now I had my boyfriend's come oozing out of my pussy and the cop's come running down my leg. Another jet of his semen landed on my shin. I couldn't take my eyes off of his cock as I watched it drip out a little bit more come onto the towel.

"Good job, lovebirds. Whew, I haven't come that hard since I fucked that whore in Chicago last year! Fuck. Thanks!"

I didn't know how to respond to this weird man thanking me. Just twenty minutes ago he had threatened to arrest me; now he was thanking me for letting him watch me masturbate. Craig had already put on his boxers and pants. I timidly said "Can we please go now?"

The cop's personality was completely different after his intense orgasm on my leg. "Yeah, whatever. Don't get into any trouble; the speed limit is strictly enforced on these county roads, and some of the cops can be real assholes. Be good, lovebirds!" He pulled up his pants and got off of the towel.

As I stood up I suffered one final humiliation as the cop spanked my bare ass. It wasn't enough to really hurt, but it stung a little. "Hey!" I shouted.

"Move along now, get out of here!" he shouted as he walked back to his car. I stood there frozen as I watched him get into his car. I wasn't positive that this incident was over until I saw him start the car and drive around the shed. I waited until I could no longer hear the sound of his vehicle. Craig was already fully dressed as I stood on the towel naked.

"Uh, Miranda, are you all right?" my boyfriend asked me out of concern. 

"Yeah, let's get the Hell out of here!" I responded.

"O.K. Uh...don't you want to get dressed?" he asked me.

I was still standing on the towel nude. I had been spacing out, replaying the strange events over and over again in my head. One part of me was absolutely horrified and humiliated. The other part of me was inexplicably and utterly turned on by the events. It had been so hot at first making sweet love to my boyfriend in the outdoors. Then I remembered the absolute shock and fear of being caught right in the middle of our sexual activity. I remembered how scared I had felt when I had been naked and handcuffed in the back seat of the squad car. Then I had been partly turned on and partly nervous as I had sex in front of the police officer. Finally I had felt mixed emotions about being forced to masturbate in front of the cop, and feeling his come on my leg. I defiantly had discovered an exhibitionist streak in me that I hadn't known about before. Fantasizing about being watched is one thing, but now that it had actually happened it awakened something sexual inside of me.

"Yeah, let's get the fuck out of here!" I finally responded as I hurriedly grabbed my scattered clothing. Even though most of the sexual activity had taken place on the towel, I had grass and dirt all over my knees and stomach. I wiped the semen off of my legs and thighs with the towel before putting my panties on. I finished getting dressed and hopped into the passenger seat of Craig's car. My mind was in a daze as we started the long drive back to the Chicago. 

"Are you O.K., Miranda?" he tenderly asked me. "This whole night was a little weird."

"A little?" I answered in a nasty tone. For the first time I remembered that this whole experience was mostly his fault and I felt tears well up in my eyes. I felt like an emotional wreck as we drove home; I felt a combination of anger, humiliation, and a relapse of my earlier fear. Sometimes when I am really scared the fearful feeling comes back to haunt me later even though the reason for panicking has come and gone already. The terror of getting caught by the cop came back again.

"I'm so sorry, Miranda, I really fucked this up. I thought it would be fun."

"Oh, fuck. It's over now and all is O.K., I guess. I forgive you." I felt like a manic depressive as my emotions bounced around like a yo-yo. I felt a deep love for my boyfriend, even though he had almost gotten me into trouble with the law. I felt a strange erotic tingle in my body as I remembered the good parts of the experience. Even though the whole ordeal had ended less than a half an hour before, it felt like an event that had happened a much longer time ago. 

"I'm so sorry." He kept apologizing.

"Hey, it's all cool now. I forgive you. I just want to go home and crash.

"I love you, Miranda" he whispered as we entered the I-88 expressway back to Chicago.

"I love you too Craig. Hey, it wasn't so bad. You got one of your wishes!"

"What do you mean?" he asked, puzzled.

"You know...to make love outside! Sure, it was a little weird doing it in front of a cop, but hey, we did it!"

"Yeah, I guess we did honey. What do you mean I got one of my wishes, what is the other one you are talking about?"

I couldn't believe I was even thinking about sexual fantasies after this strange, strange night. But I loved him and wanted to please him.

"My ass, Craig. Tomorrow night...I want you to fuck me up the ass like you've always wanted!"

"You weren't just saying that to get me in the mood so I could get erect earlier in front of the cop?" he asked me.

"Honestly? At the time, I was just saying that to get you hard. But now I really mean it. Something has woken up inside me. This is my last summer before going off to college, Craig, and I want to live life to its fullest. I want to try new things sexually with you. So yes, I was just saying it at the time but now I mean it. So get some lube before you come over to my house tomorrow night...I want to feel you inside my ass for the first time."

We were both pretty quiet the rest of the ride home. He dropped me off at my house. He kissed me good night in the car. We made out for about five minutes. I opened the door of the passenger side, ready to walk up to the door of my house.

"I love you!" I told him one more time.

"I love you too, Miranda!" he answered.

"Remember, tomorrow night, my place...my ass is all yours Craig!"

"Wow" was his short response.

"One more thing. We will be doing this inside. Indoors. With the windows closed and the doors locked. No more outside fun for awhile!"

I closed the door of the car and started to walk up the driveway to my front door. I looked back at the car. Craig was watching me, no doubt wanting to make sure I got inside my house safely. A really naughty idea came into my head, and I felt bold enough to act on it spontaneously.

I looked him in the eye as I stood on my doorstep. I unlocked the door but didn't open it. I turned around, again and faced the front door, ready to go inside my house. Then I unsnapped the button on my cutoff shorts, unzipped the zipper, and then quickly yanked my shorts and panties down to my knees, effectively mooning him. I bent over and wiggled my ass for about ten seconds before giggling to myself and pulling my clothing back up. I turned around to see the stunned look on his face. I quickly opened the door and then quietly walked up the steps to my bedroom, careful not to wake anyone.




Caught!



When I got into my bedroom I was utterly exhausted. I stripped my clothing off for the last time that night and put on a pair of silky red pajama bottoms. It was hot, so I didn't bother putting on a shirt; I just lay in bed and closed my eyes. My final thoughts before drifting off into sleep where about what I had promised Craig. I wondered how it would feel to have a cock inside my ass for the first time... 



Caught!



When Jason was in college he had a friend who he met over the Internet named Bryn. Well, that wasn't her real name, but it was the one she went by. They were members of the same on line club. They chatted via instant messenger for almost two years. She was a horny virgin living in Ohio and he a horny twenty year old living in Texas. 

During the time when they were talking on line he met Liz, they started to date, and then engaged to be married. After Jason graduated from college they moved to Chicago and almost instantly talked about hooking up with Bryn for some fun. Like Bryn, Liz was also bisexual and she had been jilling off about the possibility of the three of us together.

So, the three of them planned on hooking up a couple of months after Jason and Liz arrived in Chicago. Before their plans were cemented, Liz and Jason had a huge fight and ended up breaking up. They were living together but it wasn't long before he was planning his move back to Texas. One morning Bryn called out of the blue to let them know that she'd be in town the following weekend. Jason was excited, but Liz wasn't too happy because she already had plans to not be in town that weekend (she was doing all she could to avoid him). Before she left on Friday, she kissed Jason and told him that if he fucked Bryn that she'd definitely throw him out that night. 

The next day Bryn called to tell Jason that she was in town and he gave her directions to his place. She was nervous about driving all the way over from her friend's place in Indiana so her friend Princess joined her. 

About an hour or so after the call, they knocked on the door. Jason wasn't expecting to do anything with Princess, just Bryn. Princess set up her laptop, snack food and drinks in the living room. She also had a sleeping bag which she tossed into the corner. Bryn and Jason instantly went to the bedroom.

As soon as the door was closed, Bryn and Jason were in each other's arms making out like teenagers. Princess was leaning against the wall that separated the living room from the bedroom and that just about any sound that was made she'd hear, and because of that, they wanted to be as loud as possible. 

Bryn looked at Jason and said, "I haven't done anything like this before."

"Like what?"

"Sex with someone that I just met, and sex in general. I've only been with one other guy."

Jason kissed her again and comforted her. Then they moved to the bed and were naked in almost no time at all.

They laid there, horny, naked, kissing and touching. He moved from kissing her lips to sucking on her nipples while playing with the hair on her pussy, and fingering her with two and three fingers. She was kissing him and massaging his hard dick. 

He took her hand from my dick and held it in his. Jason leaned forward and kissed her. She kissed back. He rolled her onto her back and spread her legs, then he slid between them. She was very wet at this point. He kissed her with one long kiss as he also took my dick and slowly pushed it into her. It's been a very long time since Jason felt a pussy that tight. 

Jason slowly rocked his hips in and out of her. Holding onto one of her hands in his, he enjoyed the feeling of his rock hard dick inside of this incredibly tight pussy. Jason was going slowly for two reasons, one, because he didn't want this to end just yet. Second, he wanted her to get used to a dick as thick as mine. 

It was about this time when the door opened and Liz came walked in, a day early. She looked around the room. There was a woman sitting in her living room whom she did not recognize. She jumped up suddenly. Liz looked at her, her good mood was shattered. Here was a younger girl, with her pants open and pushed down rubbing herself while listening to the sex sounds in the next room. Liz said nothing to Princess, she dropped her bags and entered the bedroom.

"You bastard!" she shouted, catching Jason and Bryn red handed. "I thought you might actually have the decency to keep your promise and not fuck this bitch." she said angrily. 

Jason pulled out of Bryn and spun around. There was Liz standing in the door way, and behind her was Princess looking in, pulling up her panties. Both women got a good view of the two naked people on the bed. Liz walked into the room, crawled onto the bed and slapped Jason across the face, then she slapped Bryn even harder. 

"Bitch." Bryn said as she rubbed her face. She then got onto her knees, looked Liz in the eyes and slapped her as hard as she could. 

Liz was slapped so hard that she fell over, off her knees, then off of the bed. Princess finished zipping up her pants and rushed to help Liz up. "Are you okay?" she asked.

Liz didn't answer. She was still in the grasp of Princess, and she wasn't sure what to do next. 

Jason and Bryn got off of the bed.

"You two might as well finish, I'm going to throw you both out anyways, so you might as well finish what you two started."

Princess released Liz from her grasp and stood back. She didn't know what to do at this point. 

Jason walked up to Liz, and Bryn was on her left (Princess was on the right). He put his hands on Liz and said, "I thought you weren't coming back until tomorrow?"

"I didn't trust you." Liz said, "So I wanted to make sure that you were being good. Good thing I came back when I did so I could see you fucking this slut."

Princess slapped Liz, "That's my friend you're calling a slut, whore."

Liz turned to Princess and said, "Who the hell are you?" as she slapped her.

"STOP THIS!" Jason ordered as he stood between the two girls.

Bryn slapped Liz once more, "Don't do that to my friend."

Jason turned to Bryn. "Sorry." she said, "This slapping each other is actually turning me on. 

Jason turned back to Liz, held her again and said, "I'm sorry about all of this, but you broke up with me. I'm not doing anything wrong."

"You're fucking in my bed."

"You could have joined us had you not gone to your friends. You've been dreaming about this for a long time honey, and here it is."

"This is not the way I dreamed of it." she said as she started to struggle against Jason.

Jason pulled her close, "hear me out." he said to her, pulling her closer.

Bryn got closer to Liz, put her arm around her back, and one arm around Jason's.

Princess took a step back and watched what was going on.

"Get away from me Jason." Liz said.

Jason put his hand on her chin and tilted her head and kissed her. 

She returned the kiss.

Bryn watched the couple kiss and placed her hand on both of their asses and stepped closer. She started to kiss Jason on the cheek, then she moved over and kissed Liz on the cheek. 

Shocked, Liz turned to Bryn to tell her to stop, but Bryn beat her to it and continued the kiss with Liz that Jason started. 

Bryn slid her tongue into Liz's mouth while undoing her pants button. Jason got behind Liz and massaged her shoulders, his hard dick pressing against Liz's ass. Liz moved her hands to block Bryn, but Jason grabbed her wrists and held her hands away from her body. "Stop, let me go." she said in protest.

Bryn didn't listen, she finished undoing Liz's slacks and let them drop to the floor. She looked at Liz's panties and legs. "Nice." she said with a smile. She then unbuttoned her blouse and admired the view of Liz's bra clad breasts. She kissed Liz again, this time with Liz instantly giving in to the kiss. 

With Liz distracted, Jason and Princess worked together to remove the blouse and the bra from Liz. Bryn guided Liz to the bed, still with her tongue in Liz's mouth, and once they were on the bed, Jason removed her pants, but not the shoes. 

It was now clear that Liz wasn't being forced to kiss Bryn but willingly kissing her, and enjoying it. Bryn removed Liz's panties and Jason slide onto the bed next to Liz, and putting his hand on Bryn's ass. 

Princess stayed in the room watching, and slowly removing her clothes. She sat in the desk chair, turned to face the trio and causally rubbed herself as she watched in silence.

Jason rolled onto his side and while keeping his hand on Bryn's ass, he leaned over and started to suck on Liz's left nipple. She let out a soft moan. Jason also put his hand on her thigh and rubbed it, moving his hand slowly up to her pussy. 

Bryn put a hand under Liz and pulled her closer, pressing her left boob into Liz's right. Liz moved her arm up onto Bryn's shoulder. Bryn took her other hand and put on Liz's hip, rolling Liz onto her side. Bryn rolled herself onto her side, she then moved her hand onto Liz's ass. 

Jason moved his hand from Liz's thigh to her pussy lips, and grazed them with his finger. She was already wet. Liz lifted her top leg to give Jason better access. He moved his hand up and played with Liz's clit. While he was doing that, his hard, throbbing dick was resting between Liz's butt cheeks.

Bryn's hand discovered Jason's dick and started to fondle it and massage his balls. Jason moved his hips back a bit to give Bryn more room to give him a hand job. He slid his finger into Liz's pussy. 

The two girls continued to kiss each other some more. Bryn broke the kiss and moved to one of Liz's nipples. Liz let out a soft moan as Bryn ran her tongue over the nipple. Bryn also guided Jason's dick against Liz's pussy. Jason took the hint, removed his finger and pressed his dick in. Liz let out a loud moan that was quickly muffled by Bryn kissing her again. 

Liz broke the kiss as soon as she could. She was back in reality, and not happy. She tried to push Bryn and Jason away from her, but she was in the middle of the sandwich, and wasn't going to get freed any time soon. "Let me go!" she demanded.

No one listened. Jason still continued to fuck her and Bryn returned to sucking on her nipple. There was the occasional moan from Princess who was enjoying the show. Bryn released Liz's nipple and returned to kissing her. Soon Liz's resistance subsided and she gave into the kiss.

Bryn motioned for Jason to pull out of Liz, which he did. Jason moved off of the bed as Bryn rolled Liz onto her back. With little or no effort, Bryn managed to part Liz's legs. She kissed her thighs, then slowly, she kissed and licked her way up Liz's legs to her pussy lips. Bryn was bent over, licking Liz's pussy. She started out licking the lips, but soon she moved to Liz's clit. She didn't put too much pressure onto it, she let Liz grind herself against her tongue. 

Jason got behind Bryn and pushed himself into her. Bryn let out a moan as she was penetrated. Liz was on her back, moaning as she was eaten out. Bryn took a finger and push it into Liz. After pumping it in and out a few times, she slowly eased it into her tight asshole. 

Princess got off the chair to walk around the scene to get a good view of what was going on, and to move to the bed where she'd be more comfortable. When she was in arms reach, Jason grabbed her, kissed her the same way that he had kissed the other two girls, while he was humping Bryn. When the kiss was finished, he released Princess and slapped her on her ass. She sat on the bed, smiling, and rubbed herself some more as she watched the threesome.

Without a word, Jason pulled out of Bryn and walked around to Liz. Her eyes were closed, and her bottom lip was quivering. She was close to cumming. Jason pointed his dick to her face and covered it in his cum. Bryn looked up, saw what had just happened, she stopped what she was doing, and crawled up next to Liz. She kissed Liz, and rubbed her pussy as she licked the cum off her face. That pushed her over the edge, she came loudly.

After the kiss ended, Bryn kissed Liz again, feeding her the cum that she licked off her face. She broke the kiss after all the cum was in Liz's mouth. Liz swallowed the cum and looked to Bryn and said, "I've never had that happen to me."

"The threesome?" Bryn asked.

"No, the snowball." Liz said kissing Bryn again.

Princess started to rub herself faster and soon she came. 

Jason kissed all the girls one more time before laying on the bed with them.

"You have to be the happiest man in the world right now." Bryn said.

"You bet. In bed with three naked, good looking women. How could I not be?"

"There is something wrong." Princess commented, "Bryn hasn't cum yet."

"That's right." Liz said, "That should be fixed at once."

"What do you have in mind?" Bryn asked.

Liz walked over to the dresser, opened up the top drawer and pulled out her strap-on. "I've used this a few times on Jason, he seems to like it. I'm sure you will also."

Bryn smiled, "I'm sure I will."

Liz continued, "Not just that, but have you ever been double penetrated?"

"No."

"I was once, it felt GREAT."

"So I guess I'm going to get double teamed by you two?" Bryn said, hopeful.

"It's fitting, you two double teamed me."

"Is there anything that I can do?" Princess asked.



Caught!



I had gotten caught. Even though I was just ‘kitchen help,' certain things were to be kept private, even in this troubled time where we constantly heard tales of clan wars just over the border, and all trembled at the thought of what may come. And although I had believed my grassy, green glen to be both safe and private enough, I had been found out. As I had lain there, skirts up around my waist, bodice shoved down to free my breasts to that sexy, silken breeze, my haven had been violated. 

Unbeknownst to me, as my fingers plundered the treasure between my wide-spread thighs, I was being watched. With my head thrown back, on hand caressing my abundant wetness, the other grasping desperately at the sweetly scented greenery surrounding me, thoughts of my lover filled my head, rendering me oblivious to the lecherous gaze raking my exposed form.

Bright green eyes glowed as they took in the abundance of silky white skin exposed to the cool air, traveling from my dark red curls clinging to my flushed cheeks, across my vulnerable neck, smoothing across my shoulders, down my heaving bosom, lingering there a moment to take in the rapid rise and fall of those large orbs, topped by their rosy, stiffened nipples. Down further now, across the expanse of bodice and skirt bunched together, the lace-edged underskirt providing a pleasant contrast to the dark hair surrounding my most private parts, then further on, to the wide-spread thighs, bent knees, feet bare of shoes or stockings. 

Slowly, that lewd gaze caresses the length of my body again, this time stopping at the openly displayed juncture of my thighs, my observer's pulse quickening as he watches me pleasure myself, four fingers pumping in and out, hips rising, thrusting myself upward to meet the pressure of my palm, moaning in pleasure at the rapid thrust of my own fingers.

Biting my tongue, I gasp in delight at the pleasures of my own fingers. Ooh, that feels so good. I love the warm sun caressing me while that ever-crisp breeze blows across me, cooling my skin while arousing me to the point of oblivion. As I begin to rock my hips back and forth, my other hand, the one that had been clutching at the grass, slides back over to my aching body, slips onto my heaving chest, and begins to stroke and squeeze those milky white globes, pinching the nipples, holding them high as if to feel them to a hungry lover.

Those prying eyes watch in astonishment as that hand slides down my body, caressing and fondling the smooth skin found along the way, before joining its mate at my quivering, heated core. Slipping and sliding around each other, both hands now pleasure me, one stroking while the other rubs, juices glistening as my body shakes and shimmies. Suddenly one hand goes underneath me, and to the complete amazement of my watcher, I pleasure myself by caressing and penetrating both holes – and in a matter of moments, I lose all control, body spasming, clenching, drenching the ground that I lay upon, as I give myself over to complete pleasure, moaning your name as I surrender to my powerful orgasm.

Slower now, my hands caress me, rubbing gently, hips softly moving, breath still ragged. Even slower, now I barely touch myself, body still throbbing, still moaning, whispering your name, eyes still tightly closed, imagining you here with me in our secret spot, not out on the hunt as you are.

Finally my hands still, and I lay there, bathed in shadow and sunlight, aching for you, exhausted from my efforts to recreate the magical hold that you have on me. Moaning softly, I get to my feet, still wickedly aroused but knowing that the only thing that puts out this fire is your sweet cream, deep inside of me.

Stretching, I take another moment to enjoy the caress of sun and wind on my exposed body before covering myself with my clothing once more. And it is as I bend down to pick up my basket of herbs that I realize my privacy has been violated. A rough hand muffles my screech of surprise, while a very strong arm winches around my waist, driving my surprised gasp of air out of my lungs entirely, leaving my light-headed and confused.

A raspy voice mutters obscenities in my ear, relaying what he saw there in my private glen, the pleasure that he got from watching such a randy wench pleasure herself, and right out in the open at that....

As my breath fills my lungs again, my terror sharpens – I am being held by someone not of my lord's keep. Having grown up there, I know all from the lord himself to the newest knight-in-training, down to the lowliest stable boy. This voice is unknown to me – and in that unfamiliarity lays a fearsome danger. As my predicament becomes more apparent, I begin to shiver in uncontrollable tremors, all the while trying desperately to think my way out of this latest misadventure. 

My captor chuckles as he thinks that my shivers are leftover from my self-appeasement of moments before. His hand slithers from my waist to my breast, where he cruelly squeezes and pinches me, believing that my gasps are those of pleasure, not the pain that is now coursing through my body in response to torment.

As he is distracted, groping my aching flesh, I decide that any action is surely better than no action, and so saying, twist in his arms, elbowing him in the ribs while biting as hard as I can into the hand covering my mouth. I am rewarded with a grunt of pain, and momentary release of my entrapment while he staggers back, shocked that I have bested him.

Taking advantage of my freedom, I hike up my skirt to run, not caring who may see what at this point, just bent on escape. Knowing these woods, I have an advantage – but unfortunately for me, my attacker soon has his breath back. He is soon hard on my heels, and within moments I have been snared again – this time because of my long dark curls, as he reached out and caught a handful of them, lifting me off my feet and slamming me onto the ground, once again knocking my breath from me.

This time he will not be so unsuspecting. As I lay there, gasping for air, seeing stars swirling about my head, he flips me over and ripping a piece off my skirt, ties my hands behind my back. Roughly he drags me back up to my feet, cursing me the entire time, sucking on his palm where my teeth broke the skin.

I stand there, glaring at him, head tossed back, almost daring him to give me a break again, knowing that I will run for it at the slightest chance. When he calls me a whore, I stiffen, knowing full well that the only one I have ever given myself to is you – and had our circumstances been different, we would be together – but what knight can marry a kitchen wench?

Seeing my reaction to his taunts, he pushes harder, telling of the probability that all in the keep have had a taste of me, that I would turn no one away, regardless of rank or standing. My temper has risen while listening to this, partly in my own shame for having a lover that can never be more, and partly from pride. I refuse to let this unwashed miscreant get the best of me.

When he taunts me for my earlier behavior in the glen, calling me all sorts of names for my self-fulfillment, I lose my temper. I icily inform him that my lover taught me how to please myself, that he enjoys watching me do that, and that if I cannot have my lover, then no one else will do – thus the need for self-gratification. 

Hearing this, my tormenter laughs, quickly yanking his pants partway down, exposing himself to me, informing me that if my lover were so well-endowed, I would be too sore to do anything to myself. Seeing him exposed thus, I laugh. Derisively I explain that his pathetic little worm couldn't satisfy a newborn babe, much less a full-grown woman. 

As I watch his blood begin to boil, I realize my error in scornfully evaluating his manhood. Fearfully I take a few quick steps back – but my balance isn't very good with my hands tied behind my back, and I stumble. Lunging forward he captures me, on hand bruising my arm where he grips me, the other tangled in my hair.

Growling, he mashes his face into mine, biting at my lips when I refuse to open them for his invading tongue. Gasping in pain at his insistent nips, my lips open, and his mouth ravages mine, teeth grinding into my lips and I gag, nauseated between the rotten stench of his unwashed mouth and the coppery taste of blood where he bit me. 

My eyes water at the pain in my head from where he has snagged his fist in my hair, and my arm is throbbing where he is squeezing it. Pushing me backward, he backs me up against a tree and pushes himself into me, grinding my hips between the tree trunk and his aroused manhood. My breasts are squashed between us, and my shoulders feel as if they will be torn from their sockets while my wrists themselves are being scraped raw on the rough bark of the tree. Feeling my head start to spin, I realize that I must fight this creature, for after he rapes me he will most likely kill me.

Taking as deep a breath as I can, trying to quell the rising tide of vomit at the feel of this barbarian against me, I close my eyes and bite down, trapping his tongue between my sharp teeth, and biting hard.

My captor screams in pain, instinctively pulling his head back, unwittingly doing further damage to himself by scraping his tongue through my tightened teeth. I can almost feel victory, knowing that he is sure to release me to deal with this latest wound.

But he doesn't. He seemed to have learned from last time, and is smart enough this time to not let go of me. He is, however, infuriated. No mere woman shall get the best of him! And with that thought, he backhands me across my cheek, nearly breaking my jaw with the fury of his rage and pain. And as my head rocks from that pain, my other cheek slams into the tree trunk against which I am still being forcibly held. Stars explode behind my eyelids, and all thoughts of resistance are gone.

Barely conscious, I hear a tearing sound and realize that he has just ripped my bodice wide open. At my barely audible whimper, he shoves his forearm against my throat, effectively silencing me as I choke for breath, and he reaches down and yanks my skirts off, leaving me completely bare for his gaze.

While I struggle, weaker and weaker against his forearm, he mauls me, pinching and squeezing, poking and gouging, taking delight in my agony. Finally, when I am on the verge of unconsciousness, he throws me facedown to the ground. While I gasp in life-giving oxygen, he ruthlessly spreads my legs, kicking my thighs apart with the toes of his boots, delighting in the bruises he can already see forming on my fair skin.

Dropping to his knees, he rips his pants off, thoroughly aroused by my helplessness, and as I lay there on the ground, he shoves his engorged manhood into my exposed ass, grinding one hand into my back to hold me submissive while the other one repeatedly cracks against my ass cheeks, reddening them even as he pounds the hell outta me. 

I lay there crying and whimpering, bitter tears streaking down my face, knowing that if it hadn't been for my own temper, the outcome of this horror might have been different. But now, due to my own sharp tongue, I have not only been raped, but in all probability have lost you, my wonderful lover, for after this there is little hope that you would want my now-violated body anymore - not when you can have your pick of women from anywhere in the king's domain.

Finally I feel my attacker stiffen, and feel the disgusting blasts of his seed deep inside my ass. He shakes and shivers as he cums, making sure that every single bit of it is inside of me, before he pulls out and lays on top of me, his withering worm resting against the crack of my ass while he whispers in my ear that I surely am a sweet fuck, and he will enjoy selling me to this lord he knows of who does so enjoy tormenting his women until they are so abused that he has no more use for them....

With that, he gets up off of me, pulling his pants back up, standing between my legs so that I am still exposed to his gaze as he watches his seed spill out of me, pleased with his days' work so far. 

Leaning down, he once again drags me to my feet, pinching and squeezing me as he does. Leaving my clothes on the ground where they fell when ripped from me, he leads me back through the trees to where his horse has remained tethered, laughing cruelly as I stumble along the way. With his hand wrapped in my hair, he holds me still while he mounts his horse, then painfully pulls me up with him ‘til I am held between his thighs, with his burly arms once again wrapped tightly around me, my bound hands forced to rub against his crotch as the horse plods along. Briefly I entertain the thought of pinching him where it would hurt the most, but quickly realize that with my hands bound, I would not be able to balance on the horse when my captor reacted to this latest attack – so I leave my hands where they are, shuddering at the intimate contact with such a repulsive part of his anatomy. 

As the horse quickens its pace in the clearings, my body bounces on its back. My ass, already sore from having been so viciously violated is now slammed against the saddle, bruising it even further, as are the insides of my thighs bruised against the rough seat. My breasts, unsupported by my bodice, are jounced quite horrifically – I can feel them bruising with each lope of the horse's gait. My captor, feeling them repeatedly brush against his arm, laughs and squeezes me tighter, immensely enjoying my discomfort. He urges the horse into a canter, knowing the roughness of that gait will only pain me further. I can no longer fight back the whimpers that this ride is causing. My entire body aches like never before.

Delighting in my torment, I can feel my attacker hardening again. Repulsed, I try to pull my hands away, but he won't let me. He pulls himself out of his pants, and places his hard cock in my hands, the gait of the horse providing the movement he needs to ensure that he gets pleasure from the contact. 

As he rubs against me, his arms slides from around my waist, and once again his hand mauls my already swollen and bruised flesh, twisting my nipples, pinching and pulling them, making me screech in pain and humiliation. Laughing, wickedly aroused by my torture, he leans forward and bites that sensitive area between my neck and shoulder, nipping it hard enough to draw blood, which he then licks up with the tip of his tongue, amused by my repulsion of this act.

Finally ending his abuse of my tortured breasts, his hand slips down over my belly to the juncture of my thighs. Poking and jabbing at me, he slides his fingers down the now-painfully-dry crease of my outer lips, spreading them widely apart before jamming two filthy fingers up inside of me. I scream and stiffen at this intrusion, instinctively pulling away from this latest torment, unconsciously making it easier to access my womanhood.

Laughing gleefully, he inserts two more fingers, now making me ride his hand as it bumps against the horse, driving it further and further into me. 

I can't help my reaction to this – this is something you had done to me many times as we rode across the country, spending our stolen moments together whenever we could. I feel myself start to moisten around those horrible fingers, and curse my own body for its betrayal. This filthy pig behind me doesn't realize that I am responding to what you have taught me to enjoy – he surely thinks that I am responding to his vile touch. And surely enough, he does think that, so he leans forward to congratulate me on coming to my senses, telling me that he will make it good for me, and that any slut would be more than happy to ride him and that I should have realized this sooner and saved myself a lot of trouble.

Once again letting my temper get the best of me, I spit out that my response has nothing whatsoever to do with his filthy, vile, disgusting body – but that my lover has taught me many ways of giving and receiving pleasure – and a few of them could be done while on horseback. I tell him that his puny cock is no match for my lover – and no matter what he does to me, he could never even begin to rival you. 

With a bellow of rage, my attacker shoves my hands out of the way and using his handhold on my lower body, savagely pulls me back onto him, simultaneously shoving his cock back up my ass and shoving his hand as far as possible up my slightly moistened cunt, tearing at the tender flesh there, while his sharp teeth clamp down on the side of my neck – hard.

Unable to deal with this agonizing assault, I drop sharply off into unconsciousness, blissfully unaware of his second load of hot seed pouring into my abused ass. 

When I next wake up, it is to find that we have stopped outside a castle, and are still mounted, while an evil-looking man descends the steps to where we are. His eyes glitter maliciously as he visually caresses my entire body, from my now-tangled curls of hair to the tips of my toes, dirty from my flight through the forest. He seems to take perverse pleasure in the bruises that adorn my chest and thighs, and reaches over to spread my cunt lips, licking his lips at the ravaged, bruised and bleeding flesh there.

His hand slinks up my stomach to my breasts, where he pokes and prods at will, relishing every pain-filled gasp and whimper, cruelly flicking my nipples and pinching them, delighting when this further abuse brings tears to my eyes.

Raising his eyes to my captor, he agrees that I'll do, and they decide on a price. Once the coins have traded hands, my captor gives me a violent shove, throwing me off his horse and into the arms of my new owner, who grips me with one arm flattening my throbbing breasts and the other shoved between my legs, holding me wide open for all in the keep to see as he unhurriedly negotiates the steps up to the keep's large wooden door.

Humiliation, bordered by panic, sweeps through me at this latest degradation. In a matter of hours I have gone from a fairly innocent, yet sensual being, to being used as a toy by men who rejoice in my pain and suffering. Feeling the ache of every one of my bruises, I know that this evil creature carrying me through his doorway will not treat me any better – and in all honesty will probably put me through worse. Unbidden, tears come to my eyes, and I have to clamp down on the feeling of despair that is threatening to overwhelm me. If I am to make it out of this evil place, I must keep my wits about me, for although I realize that I have lost you, I have not yet lost my will to survive.

With a thud, my new ‘owner' drops me to the floor of the great room, laughing as I gasp in pain, knowing that by tomorrow I will be almost completely covered in bruises. Again I gasp as he wraps his hand in my hair and pulls me to my feet, stretching me so that I am on tip-toe, straining against the pain in my scalp where my hair threatens to be pulled out by its roots.

Reaching onto a table behind us, he grabs a large pitcher, tipping it up to spill the warm ale over my face and neck, watching as it cascades over my body, dripping and splashing, somewhat cleansing me of the dirt and dust from my flight through the forest. As I splutter and try not to choke on the liquid being dumped on my face, he licks his lips at the sight of the amber liquid flowing over my abused body. When the pitcher is empty, he sets it down again, then reaches with his free hand to catch a bead of liquid as it falls from the end of my tightened nipple, raising his hand to his mouth and sucking that finger as if the amber drop were true ambrosia.

Tipping me back even further, his gaze sweeps along the length of my body – and due to the awkward position in which he now has me suspended, I am forced to balance myself by placing my bound hands on the edge of the nearest trestle table. This action arches my back, as though I were voluntarily offering him plundering rights to my body. He likes my fury at what is happening to me, telling me that soon he will have broken that rebellious streak, and made me into a properly submissive whore.




Caught!



With just a tip of his finger, he pushes against my chest, and my balance, precarious at best, is lost. I fall back onto the table, moaning at the wrenching of my shoulders as my entire weight falls on them. Before I can even draw in my next breath, he has spread my legs and is standing between them, leering down at me. With one hand braced on the table at my waist, he proceeds to lean over me, looming, knowing that his proximity is only adding to my terror, which is fueling my frustration and rage.

Using the same fingertip that pushed me onto the table, he caresses me ever so gently, rubbing my collarbone, slipping between the mounds of my breasts, sliding over my quivering stomach until he reaches the abused center of my being. I had not expected gentleness from this monster, and it confuses me. I am almost afraid to breathe, waiting for his next torment.

Sensing my confusion, he steps back, placing his face closer to my torn flesh, so recently ravaged by my previous captor. So close now that I can feel his breath as he speaks, he tells me that he likes the drops of amber ale caught in the dark curls there – and then proceeds to lower his head and lick the ale from me. My breath explodes as I shudder, partly from revulsion of this man being so near my exposed center, and partly from relief that he did not further damage me.

Hearing my reaction to his smooth caress, he chuckles, murmuring that if I learn how to behave, then perhaps my training won't be so painful.... and with that he spreads my pussy lips with his tongue, licking the smooth, sensitive flesh with swirls of his tongue, circling my clitoris, then lapping it at, knowing that I am helpless to respond to this gentle assault on that nerve center.

Moaning, sickened at my own response, I feel my hips buck involuntarily. My slit is tingling, moistening, much against my will. But this man is a master of the art, and with just his tongue he controls me. Swipes across my lips have me spreading my legs even further, trying to spread myself wider so that he can use that talented tongue on my aching clit. When he blows his breath across me, I arch my hips, trying to get closer to his mouth, silently begging him to suck me in between his lips and stoke me with his tongue, the way you do. I can't control my reaction to this sensuous attack, and he knows it – and uses it to his advantage. Soon he has me mewling, begging for him to let me cum, my hips rocking on the hard table, my thighs quivering with need.

Just as I am about to fall over that edge, splinter into tiny pieces, awash with the delight of his tongue and lips pleasuring me, I am thrust into a spiral of unbelievable agony. My anguished screams fill the room, echoing off the walls, making those both in and out of the keep cringe in sympathy. 

This man – this monster – who had been pleasuring me just moments before, grins up at me in perverse delight, thrilled at my reaction to his sharp teeth still fastened on my swollen pussy lip, both the sharpness of his teeth and the tautness of him stretching it driving me into a frenzy of misery. I dare not move, even to breathe, for it feels that if I so much as quiver, his teeth will go right through the skin and removed a mouthful of sensitive flesh. Although I have always enjoyed having my pussy lips sucked on, and even lightly nibbled, this was by far the most agonizing torture yet – and as he grinds his teeth together, my subconscious takes over, and I pass out from the pain.

When next I come around, it is to the sensation of being upside down and bouncing. After a few moments, I realize that I am suspended over the shoulder of a huge man, and the flickering I had thought was my own vision, is in fact the light from torches placed intermittently down the corridor we are traversing. Each step this giant takes knocks the wind out of me as my stomach comes down forcefully on his shoulder, and this combined with the fact that my face is even with the small of his very muscular back makes me dizzier and dizzier with each step.

Finally we come to a small, square room. I hear my new owner's voice tell the giant to put me on the table, then go back upstairs and get the wooden chest of jewelry that was left there. I feel a huge hand slide up the back of my legs, smoothing and stroking, working its way up toward my ass. That one hand covers both ass cheeks, and I have to bite back a moan at the soft touch on my exposed pussy – but being bitten has taught me a valuable lesson in what to trust – a lesson that I dare not forget again.

With a quiet grunt, the giant flips me onto the table, and before I can move I feel my legs being shackled to the restraints affixed to the table legs. Leaning over me, the giant grasps my waist in his thick hands, arching my back so that my owner can slice the cords binding my wrists – but before I can make a move, my arms are twisted up over my head and fastened to other restraints found there. Slowly sliding his hands from my waist, the giant steps back from the table, observing my naked form spread wide open on the table. He notes the bruises on my chest and hips, the bite marks on my neck and pussy lips, the torn and bruised flesh of my cunt and ass – and with a sad look into my eyes, he turns and leaves the room, apparently headed back to get the chest as he had been commanded.

Closing my eyes, I once again fight tears, spiraling downward into a pit of despair. I shudder as I feel my owner's hands caressing me, pressing my breasts together, admiring the deep cleavage, before slipping down to my hips, stroking that sensitive area between hip and valley. Gently, tenderly, he prods that area that he so harshly bit upon earlier – laughing as I grimace in pain, for even the slightest touch sends shards of agony through me.

I am relieved when he steps away, hoping that my torture is done for the day, even while I acknowledge that I'm just not that lucky. Almost resigned, I turn my head to watch what this evil man is doing – and my eyes widen in horror as he steps back into my field of vision, lightly tapping a cat o' nine tails against his palm, his eyes dancing as he sees my dawning understanding. 

Once again stepping between my splayed thighs, he pushes himself against me, rubbing his hardness against my abused core, amused by my revulsion. Softly dragging the ends of the whip across my breasts, he is gleeful when my nipples harden, not caring that it is as much from fear as anything. Lower, lower he glides the whip, lightly brushing at my body, the trail of tails very erotic as they whisper across my bruised skin.

Stepping back, he lightly taps the tails across my bruised, aching pussy lips, brushing them against my clit, lightly spanking them across my ravaged ass. Gradually the tapping gets harder, then harder still – and what had started to feel pleasurable has once again become torture. 

When I am almost to the point of screaming, he stops. He leans down, spreads my pussy lips with his hand, and blows his warm breath directly onto my reddened cunt. The feel of that warm gust of air is electrifying, and I cannot help myself as my hips wriggle and my slit becomes moist with my own traitorous juices. Biting my lips hard, I turn my head and stare at the wall, appalled at my response to this ogre yet again.

Smiling, aroused, my tormentor leans over me, grasping my chin and forcing me to look at him while he tells me that soon enough I'll be begging for every stroke of that incredible whip. He informs me that that whip can caress me like a lover, leave me weeping for more, or it can leave permanent scars on my fair skin – but, being the sexual creature that I have shown myself to be, he's sure that I'll be hot and wet in no time.

Looking into his eyes, filled with fear, revulsion and despair for a love lost, I gather what little courage I have left in me, and ram my head into his nose, twisting and turning against the shackles in hopes that they'll miraculously release, spouting obscenities at the madman before me while he screeches in pain, hopping from one foot to the other, blood pouring from his broken nose and staining his already filthy shirtfront.

When he finally stops wailing, he is thoroughly enraged, shaking from the force of his wrath. Stepping back, he shakily informs me that I ought not to have done that, and raising his arms brings the cat o' nine tails down hard on my restrained body, making those tails sing as he flogs me again and again and again, breast, belly, thigh and cunt. By the time he stops he is out of breath and I am covered in crisscrossing welts, some of which are seeping blood. 

My entire body quivers from the abuse it's gone through over the past hours. I cannot control its trembling any more than I could control needing air to breathe. I feel helpless, frustrated, ashamed – and infuriated. I silently vow that no matter what, I will find my way out of this hellhole, promising to end the life of this vicious monster before he has a chance to ruin some other innocent woman.

As he stands there, hands on his knees, breathing deeply, glaring at me, the giant comes back into the room. The small wooden chest he is carrying looks like a child's toy in his huge hands. Silently he hands it to his master, who with a quick swipe of his hand tosses it against the wall, where it smashes before landing, broken, on the floor. Used to his master's outbursts, the giant says nothing, simply standing there, waiting. 

Upon regaining his breath, that hideous creature glares at me, then turns to the giant and tells him to stand guard over me – the master himself needs to leave before he kills me. He would much rather train me instead, for he knows from experience – this said with an evil grin – that those who fight the hardest make the best slaves when broken. That being said he sweeps out of the room, slamming the thick wooden door behind him.

Slowly this giant man walks over to where I am splayed on that hard wooden table. He is huge, and I cannot help the deep tremors of fear that wrack my body, knowing that if he is to use me too, I will surely be torn apart. Gently he places his hand on my stomach, feeling it quiver under his surprisingly light touch. Pulling a pouch from his pants, he smooths some kind of cream over his hands, then proceeds to rub his hands over my stomach. Amazingly, whatever he is spreading on me feels wonderful – it is taking the sting away and feels cool and slippery on my overheated skin.

He slides his hands all over my stomach, my waist, my hips – then begins to caress my breasts. I arch my back, pushing my breasts up into his gently cupped hands. The smell and feel of that ointment is beginning to drive me crazy, so sweet and slick. Cupping and rubbing, so gently stroking my tingling breasts, his big hands are starting to drive me crazy. Even knowing who his master is, and the fact that his master had also touched me gently at one point, I can't help but quiver when he gently squeezes my hardened nipples, lightly plucking them between his fingers. He strokes my breasts, over and over, so gently touching and teasing them – soon I am begging for more. I plead with him to suck on those throbbing, aching buds, lick me, suck me, nuzzle me – just stop teasing me. With a quick smile, he leans down and shoving my tits together, takes both nipples into his mouth at the same time, sucking and licking like he'll never stop. I can't deny my orgasm – I explode, moaning, whimpering, rocking my hips off the table, his firm grip on my tits making them twist and pull as I squirm.

When I stop seeing stars, I am embarrassed to hear the sound of clapping nearby. I turn my head to see that the odious man who purchased me, then bit and whipped me, has been standing just inside the doorway, apparently long enough to witness my explosion. He taps the giant on the shoulder, and as the giant moves out of the way, this hideous creature leans down and takes one of my still-swollen nipples between his teeth. I freeze. I learned my earlier lesson well, and this time barely quiver – keeping my mouth shut. 

After what seems like a lifetime, he smiles up at me, releasing my nipple and straightening to stand beside me. He reaches down and slowly circles my stiff nipples, first one, then the other, before sliding his hand down to my throbbing pussy. With a wicked grin, he slides his palm over the length of my wet slit, feeling the moisture there, before slipping his hand back up – and jamming two fingers in me without warning. My back arches and my toes curl as a flood of moisture dampens his hand. Whether I wanted it or not, my body welcomes this smooth, quick invasion, those fingers wiggling inside of me, no pain now just uncontrollable pleasure. Placing his other hand on my stomach, he slides his fingers in and out of my weeping pussy, letting me ride it out until I once again explode, deeply ashamed at my response but helpless to stop it.

Moments later I feel my shackles being released and my body lifted. I am stood against the wall and once again restrained, this time with my hands over my head and my legs only slightly spread. In this new style of bondage, I have enough slack to be able to kneel, but not lie down or move far from the wall. And as I soon find out, my chains can be shortened at any time to keep my stationary, as my owner is doing now – my hands held tight above my head.

Going over to the box he had thrown against the wall, my new owner leans down and picks up two glittery jewels, sparkling stones set in a circle of silver. For some reason I become apprehensive, even though I don't understand why. Then, as he holds them up to my nipples, understanding crashes down on me, and I scream and writhe and twist, trying desperately to find some way out of this horror.

Cruelly, my tormentor laughs. As I try to kick out at him, he merely smirks, and points the giant to the ground between my legs. The giant ambles over and kneels there, effectively spreading my legs around his massive frame, pinning me there with his hands in a vee, thumbs resting against my openings. He, too, can now feel the wetness resulting from his lavish attention to my breasts and his masters thrusting fingers. Lightly he caresses my swollen lips, smiling as the pouting lips spread open for his gentle touch, much to my own dismay.

The erotic feel of being so spread open and touched so tenderly has done is duty – I have forgotten about the cruel beast standing at my side. Reality comes rushing back when he grasps my heavy breasts in one hand, and pulling firmly on the nipple, shoves the sharp barb of the glittering jewel through the tender skin of my throbbing breast. I scream in pain, for it feels as though my nipple has been torn from my breast, and nausea wells in my stomach. 

Just as I feel I can take no more, there is a sensuous brush of skin against my clitoris. The giant has run both fingers along either side of the swollen, abused nub of flesh, and is gently teasing and stroking it. Pulling gently on that nerve center, he reaches his tongue out and brushes it against me. Rubbing his tongue over and over me, he gently pushes me back against the wall again, feeling my body helplessly respond to his erotic caress. When he has me backed against the wall, he slowly, gently slips his thumbs to my nether openings and begins slowly but firmly inserting them into my holes. His hands are huge, his fingers very thick. The combination of his soft tongue stroking my and his fingers filling me arouses me yet again, and soon my hips are arching to meet his face, trying to get more of his sweet tongue inside of me.

Chuckling, knowing my thoughts are centered on the delicious feeling streaking through the core of my being, my owner walks, unnoticed, to my other side, where with a quick jerk he pierces that nipple, also. Both my breasts are now adorned in glittery jewels, my nipples throbbing and swollen. My owner cleans off the trails of blood from the puncture wounds, then proceeds to caress my aching nipples with the same ointment that the giant used on me earlier. 

Oh god. Between that cream making my breasts tingle, the flash of jewels on my adorned nipples, and the giant now using two fingers on each hole, I lose it again, and cum, screaming my pleasure once more



Caught!



Too late I heard the knock and the voice. The door opened and there stood the maid who had just finished cleaning up my hotel room. She had a bathroom floor mat in her hand.

I was in the throes of ejaculation, that continued as I grabbed, embarrassed, for the towel that lay beside me on the bed.

Five long days and nights in a middle class hotel room away from my wife had left me horny, I just wasn't used to it.

I had gotten back to my room from the day's meeting, to find the big cart the maid used in front of my door. I went in, she was a pretty little Mexican gal.

She said something I didn't understand, but took to mean she would leave and come back later. I waved that off with my hand, managing to let her know to go ahead and finish.

"Gracias." she smiled, the room seemed to light right up. I plopped down in a chair, flipped on a race on TV and settled back.

She busied herself with making the bed, cleaning up. Not much to do, I don't make big messes, I keep everything in or close to my suitcase.

I watched her, every now and then she would glance over and smile. I thought about it, figured she was probably a single Mom with kids to feed, so I reached in my pocket and placed a $20 bill on the little thank you card she left on the table.

She saw that and hesitated, I smiled and told her it was for her in English. She picked the bill up, gave me that smile again.

"Gracias!"

"De nada." I said, using the sum total of about all the Spanish I knew. Then she left.

I sat there for a moment, the vision of the way her behind looked got my member to twitching, like I said, 5 days and nights, no wife.

I decided to take a shower, so I stripped and lay my clothes out on the bed. I grabbed a small towel, then for some reason I reached down and stroked myself. I don't really do that much, I prefer the wife to do it for me but it was 5 days.

In short order I was up and firm, and frankly enjoying the hell out of myself.

Just as I reached my peak, that point where there is no stopping, no turning back, I heard the soft knock and the door opened almost instantly.

I am sure that she did not expect to find me naked with my cock in my hand, just 5 minutes earlier I was sitting in the chair fully dressed and watching the race.

I felt my seed spraying out of my erection as I hastily reached for the little towel, I grabbed it and held it to me. She stood there in shock, not really knowing what to do.

Then she held up the floor mat, and said something in Spanish. Her face was red as a beet.

I waved to her to go ahead, she thought about it a second, then walked by me into the bathroom. A few seconds later she came out again, looked at me sitting there nude except for the towel held against my crotch.

Again she said something in Spanish, I had no idea what. Assuming it was an apology, I just nodded and repeated "Si. Gracias."

She beamed, then she left. I sat there for a few moments, then got up and went to shower.

I was asleep in my chair when a knock woke me up. I got up and went to the door, the pretty maid stood there. She had changed from her uniform, she was now dressed in a simple white blouse and black skirt.

I smiled, she walked by me into the room. Not sure of what to expect, I closed the door. I was thinking maybe she had come to check the inroom bar stock, I had looked. It was full of uninteresting Cashews and candy, and lots of little bottles of alcohol.

She turned and looked at me, and expectant expression on her face. I guess I just returned the look, still confused.

Then she pointed at the bed, another run of words I didn't understand, I did understand the pointing. I went and sat on the bed, waited.

She came and sat beside me, then began to undo the buttons on my shirt. She got those loose, pulled it off. Then she tripped my belt, in no time I was in just my briefs. Her hand pressed against my chest, pushing me back onto the bed. Grasping my briefs by the waistband, she stripped them down and off.

I lay there naked and somewhat flabbergasted, my erection jutting up towards my navel. Her smallish hand encircled my penis, and she stroked slowly, smiling that big smile.

I was not about to object. Then she leaned forward and opened her mouth. I watched as almost in slow motion her mouth slid over the end of my cock and closed. Waves of pleasure wafted over my body, her hand came up and touched my nipple, sending shock waves through me.

Then she grasped the very tip, rolling it gently, switching to the other and then back. I felt myself growing even larger in her mouth. She took her mouth off of me and replaced it with her hand as I reached my climax, her hand bearing down with a squeeze, then releasing with each spasm.

It felt like the top of my head came off, I climaxed, it waned slightly, then I climaxed again even stronger. Her other hand somehow held a little towel, she used it to catch my seed.

I lay there quietly as she gently stroked me, then finally I was fully limp.

She simply got up, grinned at me, gathered up her purse and the towel and left.

I took a shower, then slept the sleep of the dead.

The next day, I was in my room when there was a knock on the door. I went to open it, checking the $20 bill I had left on the table. It was a different maid, an older woman.

She came in, busied herself hustling around as I went back to my chair, somewhat disappointed. As she was finishing up, she picked up the bill and placed her card on the table, turned and smiled at me.

I recognized the words, they were the same as the other woman had said the day before.

"Si! Gracias!" I told her.

She smiled, looked at her watch. Then she came over and held out her hand, took mine and led me to the bed. She walked over and shut the door, set the bolt.

Then she came and sat beside me, started undoing the buttons on my shirt. In short order I was naked, but I wasn't really responding quickly. She stroked me with some success, then she undid her blouse, tripped her bra and set them aside. Her big bare breasts sagged heavily, she climbed astride me, wrapping them around my now stiffening member. On each downward motion the end of her tongue came out to lick me, as she pressed the soft flesh around me.

In short order I was stiff, then I was exploding. Her mouth opened and then closed on me as I came with the first blast, she released her breasts and cupped my testicles, stroking upwards with each pulsation.

Incredibly, I stayed firm for a long time as she sucked and licked me. Finally I felt myself soften and she released me. She took a towel and wiped the few drops that had escaped her.

She patted my stomach, smiled and got up to put her bra and blouse back on. The cart sat by the door, she opened the door and pushed it out into the hall.

"Gracias!" I said.

She smiled at me and was gone.

I was starting to like this hotel. 



Caught!



I was 18 and, unfortunately, still lived with my parents. On top of it, my parents, especially my father, were extremely protective of me and rarely let me leave the house unsupervised.

They had always been strict, but in the last few years my father had just gone over the top. It wasn't just with going out and dating either; he would flip over the smallest things. If I walked out of the bathroom with a towel on, headed for my room, he'd scream at me not to walk around the house naked! I was 5'8, 130 pounds and wore a 34 C, but I mean sheesh, it wasn't like I wasn't covered.

On top of it all, I was an extremely sexual girl and finding a safe time or place to masturbate was becoming a major problem! I took every opportunity to play with myself. My father would go to work in the morning and my mother's grocery store and errand trips were heaven to me.

You see, my father was a geek about electronics and gadgets. We had a satellite dish and he paid for an illegal card so that we got ALL the channels, including pay per view and porn.

So, with the house to myself, I'd grab my vibrator (bought in secret for me by my best friend), spread out on the couch and flip it to one of the five erotic channels we got. I'd recline against the arm with my legs spread and my left hand gently rubbing my clit while I flipped through the channels, finding a scene that I really liked.

Once I had gotten really wet and found a good scene (my favorite was a girl sucking on another girl's pussy while she got fucked from behind by some random stud) I'd turn on my egg-shaped vibrator and start rubbing circles around my clit with it.

In my right hand I would continuously be flipping through the porn channels and often, I would even slow down or stop masturbating for a while until I found the best scene to cum to.

I did this so often that even though I'm right handed I still to this day masturbate with my left hand!

Depending on how long my mom would be gone would dictate how many times I would get to cum while laying on the couch in nothing but my t-shirt with my hand in my cunt.

The weekends were the worst for me though. With my father off work and home, my mother would suspend her errand trips till the weekdays. So for two days a week I was stuck!

Eventually it became too much for me to handle. I would pretend to go to sleep when my parents went to bed, but I would lie there for several hours, waiting for them to pass out. In the early hours of the morning I'd sneak quietly out of my room, pausing to make sure their door was shut.

I'd creep downstairs to the living room and grab the remote. The trickiest part was turning it on and then quickly turning down the volume. Mute was too dangerous. I might accidentally hit the button during an orgasm or something and the house would be filled with the sound of some chick getting thoroughly fucked.

I would wear nothing but a nightshirt and would grab the blanket off the back of the couch. Slipping under it, I could spread my legs and play with myself and still hopefully be able to hide in the event that my mom or dad did happen to walk in on me.

Unfortunately I couldn't use the vibrator I loved so much on these occasions because the house was too quiet at night. Nevertheless, these late nights became a regular occurrence. So much in fact, that soon they weren't strictly limited to the weekends. Nearly every night I was sneaking down to the living room and playing with my pussy and watching porn.

It had been several months and I had gotten away with it for so long that I guess I got careless. Sometimes I would forget to check my parents' door and I rarely ever covered myself with the blanket anymore. I paid for that carelessness.

It was a Tuesday night, or Wednesday morning actually, since it was about 2 a.m. I was reclining on the couch with my head on the arm and my legs spread wide. My left hand was furiously rubbing my clit and I was focused in on a scene of a very busty blonde getting fucked deliciously hard and deep by a tall guy with tattoos while her tongue flew around a tiny brunette's bald pussy.

I was wearing only an oversized white t-shirt that came just below my hips and it was pulled up to the middle of my stomach to give me plenty of room to rub my pussy. I was so close to cumming. I was dripping wet, my small nipples were tight and hard and I was completely tuned in to the t.v.

My father's voice cut through me and sent an electric current of fear straight to the pit of my belly.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

At first I was stunned into paralysis. I just stared at him standing at the bottom of the stairs as his gaze went first from me, my hand still between my legs, to the lusty threesome on the television. It didn't take but a moment for me to shake out of my frozen state and slam my legs shut. I sat up and started stammering.

"I... uh, I mean... I was just... flipping through channels... and it, I mean..."

"Shut up," he said, furiously.

I hung my head and said nothing. What was there to say anyhow? I was so ashamed. I couldn't believe I had just gotten caught masturbating by my own father. I knew I was blushing and I couldn't even hide it. My long red hair was gathered back into a ponytail on my head.

I heard my father cross the room until he was standing before me.

"Look at me damnit," he said crossly.

I slowly raised my head, terrified. There were tears slipping from my eyes and I could still feel my nipples hard under my shirt, more from fear now than anything else.

I looked up at my father. He was 41 but carried his age well. He stood about 6'2 and only had a small gut to ruin his stocky physique. An ex military man, he still shaved his head even though it was receding slightly in the front.

I couldn't look him in the eye. I focused my gaze at his mouth until his hand came down and grabbed my chin. Roughly forcing my eyes to his, he asked, "How long have you been doing this?"

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. My embarrassment was immense and all I could do was cry and look dejectedly up at him. He dropped my chin and exhaled in disgust. My head lowered again.

"Lay down."

What? What did he just say? Did he tell me to lie down? I looked back up at him questioningly and he was staring at me.

"I said lay down. Now."

He did! But why? I opened my mouth to ask him, to question what he had said.

"Shut up and lay the fuck down."

I immediately did as I was told. I had spent my entire life being trained to do as my parents told me and it was a command I couldn't ignore. I reclined back on the couch again and tugged at the bottom of my shirt, trying to cover myself from his eyes.

"Put your damn hands down and lie still," he ordered me.

I put my hands on either side of me on the couch and lay there shivering, not understanding. His eyes raked over me and I knew that both my hard nipples and my shaven pussy were visible.

He knelt beside me and reached his hand out to my face. Grabbing my chin again he looked me in the eyes.

"You want to act like a slut, fine. I'll help you."

I didn't know what he meant. I didn't understand what was happening. I looked up at the ceiling, tears still streaming down my cheeks. I jumped and gasped when I suddenly felt his hand on my tit. He had cupped my entire left breast and was squeezing my nipple through my shirt.

I looked sharply at his face, but his gaze was on my chest, my nipples poking through the thin shirt.

"Daddy... I, uhm..."

"Shut up," he replied.

I quickly returned my gaze to the ceiling.

He continued to fondle my breast, rolling the nipple between his thick fingers before moving to the other one. Moving from one to the other he was tugging and caressing them till they were long and distended, clearly visible through the cloth.

"Take off your shirt," he told me.

"What? H-here?" I was so nervous.

"Yes, take it off now," he replied.

Not knowing what else to do, I complied. Sitting up slightly to pull it over my head, I lay back down and placed one arm over my breasts and one hand cupped my cunt.

"Move your fucking hands," he ordered me roughly. Again, I did as he said, turning my gaze up once again.

He sighed slowly and I could feel him looking at me, raking my body. Then his mouth was on my nipple, moist and hot. I gasped and squeezed my eyes closed. His tongue was licking me, making slow circles around my small, hard nipple. His other hand went to my other breast, squeezing and rolling the nipple.

I was breathing fast, scared and nearly screamed when I felt his hand on my belly. Rubbing softly before sliding down. First his big hand only cupped my pussy, squeezing gently. Then one of his fingers slid softly into me. I knew I was wet from earlier but his thick finger slipped into me so easily that my eyes flew open and I moaned slightly.

My father lifted his head from my nipple and laughed. "You like that, don't you? You're such a slut. If you like that, you're going to love the dirty shit I'm going to do to you."

His finger began to move in me, sliding slowly in and out. Deeper and deeper he burrowed his thick finger in my little hole. Then his finger slid wetly out before moving up to circle my hard clit.

I moaned again and my hips bucked softly. I couldn't believe myself! My body loved the things my father was doing to it. I was a virgin and had never so much as slipped one of my own fingers inside of myself. To have my own dad's big hands sliding around inside of my wet cunt was too much.

I felt my body blush with embarrassment again. My father only took my moans as encouragement and began rubbing my clit harder. Using two fingers he squeezed it between them and rolled it slowly. I began panting and he quit his onslaught on my breasts to focus more attention to my aching pussy. Standing up and moving to kneel on the couch, he spread my legs with his hands.

The only light in the room was from the television but it was enough for him to be able to see every detail of my 18-year-old pussy. I tried closing my legs but he growled and shoved them open even wider.

Still staring at me, he slipped one finger inside of me and began fucking me with it. He was watching his finger slide in and out of me. Seeing it glisten with wetness. Pulling it out he raised it to his mouth and sucked it in. He could taste the sweet tanginess of me and he couldn't resist.

Leaning down he shoved his tongue inside of me, deep and hard. I cried out softly and tried to pull my hips away. Grabbing my hips, he raised his head and snarled at me.

"Shut your fucking mouth. You'll wake your mother."

With that said he went back to tonguing my cunt. Plunging in and out of me, tasting me. He licked up my slit and furiously flicked over my clit. I couldn't help myself. I began to respond to his mouth. I was breathing fast and moaning softly. His tongue was wet and warm and it felt so fucking good!

I had been so close to cumming before he had come into the room and my body was begging for release. As my daddy's tongue flew over my cunt I began to build. I could feel it begin in my belly. I instinctively reached down, grabbing his head. He moaned into me and licked me faster.

I began to beg. "Please. Oh god Daddy, please... please."

My hips were rotating under his hands and his tongue was so hot and fast. "Daddy, oh fuck Daddy I'm going to cum! Please don't stop!"

His mouth was all over me and I was exploding. Biting my lip to keep from screaming I slammed my cunt down on his lips. His lowered his head and shoved his tongue deep inside of my contracting pussy and fucked it in and out fast, licking up my cum.

Soon he stood up. He was wearing a white undershirt and pajama bottoms and I could see his hard cock through the thin pants. He pulled off his shirt, exposing his solid chest and thick arms. I lay there, still breathing hard and throbbing, confused.

He untied his pants and knelt back on the couch between my legs. Sliding the pants down to his knees, he freed his dick. He was stroking himself and looking at me. I could see his cock was only about 6 ½ inches long, but was very thick.

"Oh you're one hot little bitch, you know that? You loved your daddy licking your wet little pussy didn't you? Oh fuck yes you did. And you're going to love getting fucked by daddy too."

With that, he placed one hand on my inner thigh, pushing it open farther and with one hand on his cock, guided himself into me. Slowly his thick cock sank into me. We both moaned at the hot feeling of hard cock in soft pussy. Leaning over, he pushed further inside of me before coming up against the barrier of my virginity.

My father laughed. "So I'm the first one to get a taste of you, huh? Good. You'll be Daddy's little whore then. I'll be the only one fucking this tight little hole."

Then he plunged through my hymen. I screamed, but he was prepared and shoved his hand down on top of my mouth. "Oh fuck yeah baby," he moaned, sliding the rest of the way into me.

It hurt so fucking bad! It was a scorching throbbing pain and my pussy was too full. I whimpered under his hand and moved uncomfortably under him. He ignored my discomfort and began to move in me. Pulling his cock out before gliding it back into my hot, moist hole. He spread me wide so he could look down and see his dick moving in me. 

It was wet with my cum and a little bit of blood. He threw his head back and groaned. Picking my legs up he placed them on either side of his head and then leaned forward, pushing my knees back into my body. I grunted in pain, but he only pressed them down harder before ramming his cock into me deep and hard.

I gasped and whined softly as he began to thrust into me fiercely. His breathing became ragged as his dick drove into me over and over. He began talking to me as he fucked me.

"Oh shit. Fuck yes. You like it when Daddy fucks you, don't you? You like Daddy's big dick in that little cunt of yours? Tell me. Say it. Say you like it when your Daddy fucks you."

Gasping from the pressure and the pain, I hesitated. He impelled me roughly on his cock and insisted, "Tell me!"

"Yes Daddy! I love it when you fuck me."

He moaned again and began to plunge into my tight wet hole faster. He grabbed my outer leg and put it down, holding my calf to keep me spread for him. Using his other hand he reached down and began to play with my clit, rubbing it with his thumb as his cock continued to thrust deeply and wetly into me.

My pussy had stretched and become accustomed to being filled. When my father started rubbing my clit, I responded. I began to meet his thrusts with my hips, panting and moaning as his fingers moved over my clit. It felt so fucking good! His cock was so hard and thick and I could feel my pussy clenching around it wetly.

Seeing me beginning to enjoy the feeling of being fucked, he pulled out of me and stood up. His pants slid to his feet and he grabbed me by the hand, forcing me to stand up. Pulling me forward, he moved me out of the way so he could sit on the couch. I looked at him, confused.

"Sit on my cock," he told me as he sat there, stroking himself.

I faltered for only a moment before taking a few steps and straddling him. Placing my knees on either side of his thighs, I lowered myself slowly. He was holding his cock steady by the base, guiding it up into my tight little hole.

I slid down on him and moaned as his hard length filled me again. Grabbing my hips, my father leaned back against the couch and began to guide me. Showing me how to raise myself and slide back down on him. I began fucking him slowly. His cock was so deep and hard. I began to tug on one of my nipples and threw my head back.

Seeing me play with my nipple, he reached out to the other one and began to squeeze it and roll it between his fingers.

"Oh yes baby. Fuck Daddy like that. Play with your tits for me. You like my cock being inside you, don't you baby girl?"

"Hmmm... Yes. I love your cock Daddy," I moaned. I was so turned on and into it at this point. I wanted to fuck my father. I wanted his dick, hard and deep inside of me. I began to bounce faster on his lap.

He put his hand on my belly and using his thumb, began to rub my clit. The added stimulation caused me to cry out softly and I began panting roughly. I was sliding my wet cunt up and down on the hard length of his cock faster and faster.

Soon he reached around with both of his massive hands to grab my ass and help me move on top of him. He was pulling me up and shoving me down on him hard, bucking his hips and thrusting into me on every downward plunge.

I could feel my orgasm building in my belly again as I was filled over and over with my father's cock. I was roughly tugging and pinching my small pink nipples and my panting and moaning was becoming more and more labored.

My father's breathing had quickened to match mine. As his cock suddenly swept me over the edge and I began to cum he pulled me tight against his chest, one hand still on my ass helping me fuck him. With the other hand he grabbed my long red ponytail and forced my head down to his, capturing my mouth in his and stemming the scream that had begun to build.

His tongue plunged into the wet crevice of my mouth as he pounded me ruthlessly from beneath, shoving his thick cock into me over and over. As my own orgasm was still washing over me, he moaned into my mouth and pulled my hair hard, forcing my head back.

He pounded up into my cunt fiercely several more times before releasing my hair and grabbing my hips, holding my pussy down tightly on top of him. The contractions of my tight hole had been too much for him and he came hard, sending one hot streaming burst of cum after another scorching up into me. I could feel his cock, hard and throbbing, release inside of me and I moaned.

He let go of my hips and I collapsed against his chest, his softening dick still inside of me. We lay panting against each other for a few moments before he spoke, lifting my shoulders off of him.

"Go get your ass cleaned up and get in bed damnit. It's late."

With that he lifted me off of him and stood up, pulling his pants up also. Leaning down to grab his shirt, he patted my ass and then headed up the stairs.

I just stood there, his cum still dripping out of me, and stared at his retreating back. What? That was it? No fucking way! What did this mean? What would happen tomorrow evening when he came home from work? What about tomorrow night? Should I sneak out to watch porn again? I had so many questions.

I leaned down to grab my own shirt off the floor and sliding it on, did as I was told. I was, after all, nothing if not a very obedient daughter



Caught!



It had been a long day on the road. I'd already blown two tires, taking way more time then I wanted to repair them, and here I was with some idiot throwing glass bottles out of their car. Needless to say, I ended up getting another flat tire, but I had no extra tube as I'd used both my spares already. 

"You fucking idiot," I screamed at the driver. 

As the brakes came on I realized I may have made a serious mistake. 

Thankfully, the driver of the van was woman. When she realized what she had done she apologized and offered to take me to get my bike fixed. As I put the bike in the back of the van that is when I realized she was not alone. 

I was sprayed in the face with some type of gas and that is the last thing that I remember of that day. 

Time passed. How long I did not know. When I awoke I realized I could not see, feel, hear or smell anything around me. 

I wondered where I was. Had I died? 

Suddenly, my sight was restored somewhat. It was like watching a movie or a play happen right in front of me. 

Sound too came back. 

Somehow, as weird as what was being said was being said I seemed to begin to understand and accept it. The funny part was it was running by me at a speed that my conscious mind could not understand. 

Slowly, but surely, feeling returned to me. A warmth like the sun on the beach in Jamaica warmed me, but not only from the outside but from the inside too. 

Smell returned. Smells that did nothing but arouse me. There were no bad smells, but rather smells that inflamed my loins. I could feel myself growing as the scents surrounded me. 

When finally all my senses had returned I was released, though it did not seem like I had been bound in the first place to me. 

A woman appears in front of me. She says not a word but merely points to the ground. 

It is at this point that I lower myself to the ground on bended knees, place my forehead down on the ground, close my eyes and stick my hands out in front of me palms up and open. 

What made me do it? I don't know. It just seemed natural to me. 

This woman in front of me, whom I only got a glimpse of, I will never forget. She seemed an Amazon with long, flowing, coal black tresses not to mention she towered over my 6' by at least several inches. Her eyes blazed into mine like the fire of a thousand suns. They were jade green and seemed to, simultaneously, exude both coldness and passion. Her breasts were as if they had been formed by an overly generous sculptor and breathed life into by a god. She wore little, but it covered enough for modesty's sake, but provoked thoughts of her availability at the same time. 

I awaited something while I was in this rather available position, though I am not sure I knew myself what it was I awaited. 

When this divine Goddess spoke to me her voice was as clear as the Antarctic sky and as sensual as a silken dream. 

"You will always be naked in front of your owners from now on slut," she intoned. 

"You will always be available to them whenever and wherever they wish you to be," she continued. 

"You no longer have any name other than the ones your owners choose to give to you. If all else fails, you will simply be called 'slut'." 

All of this seemed so natural to me. How could it possibly be wrong when it felt so right? 

"As you command Goddess," I replied. 

"There are further rules you must know slave," she continued. "Do not speak unless you are first spoken to. Your body does not belong to you anymore, so do not touch it without being given permission first. You are to be sexually ready and available at all times. Restrictive clothing, clothing that doesn't allow total, easy access at all times will never be worn by you on those rare occasions when you are allowed to wear clothes at all. Simply put, you are owned property with no rights or privileges other than what your owners choose to give to you slut," she said. 

"Oh....." she said. 

My ears perked up, even if my head could not move. It was as if the only movements my body would allow are those I was told to make. 

"One last thing, and if you don't like it---TOUGH. Sluts are always bisexual. So if you don't like making it with men as well as women I suggest you start getting used to the idea whore." And with that statement she left me in this position I had no idea how long I could hold. 

Naked, holding this position, seemed to have several effects on me: 1) I was hornier then hell and my cock was clear evidence of this 2) My muscles were aching, but also, somehow it seemed to me, becoming more defined the longer I held the position and 3)I lost all sense of time. It was as if time simply ceased to move except when there was someone other than me in the room. 

Eventually, others showed up. I only know that there were many of both sexes, but since I could not see them I had to picture them and their movements in my mind only. 

Suddenly, a sharp crack went across my naked asscheeks. I felt more then saw the line of the crop forming across my ass. 

I was violently repositioned and told not to move or the punishment would be worse. What I did that required punishment I do not know. Maybe I just needed punishing period. Maybe that is what a slut is there for. Maybe I didn't care. I simply was. No more, no less. 

So there I was, my position the same as I began, except that my whorish ass was now fully exposed for anyone to spank, flog, fuck, lick, suck or whatever else turned their fancy. 

It seemed like I was back in ancient times---a newly taken conquest turned into a slave for the amusement of the winners of the battle. I could almost hear that I would never ever be a free man again echoing in the air, though not a word was said to me in however long. 

My ass was spanked, then fondled. It was fucked, then fucked some more. The holes that I now am were all violated repeatedly. At times I had both real and fake cocks in my mouth and ass while an unseen person placed my cock in bondage so I could not come without permission. 

As time passed I came to realize that while it may seem like rape to me, or it did, I really don't know what to think, to them it was just the natural order of things: the strong use the weak however they wish. 

Over time, though it ceased to have any meaning to me, I came to realize that my owners knew me better than I knew myself. They saw the submissive, slutty, whorish side of me and simply used it. The funny thing is they saw what I never knew I had or was. 

Some times I would be bound. Other times I would be free to move about. Still, either way, I was theirs without reservation, without restriction, without self. I ceased to be. All I was was contained in the names that they called me and how they used me.



Caught!



We'd made love for a couple of hours. We watched a great porno (at least I thought it was) that had three guys in it: one very well hung black guy and two white guys who shouldn't be embarrassed about their equipment. There were two women, one an adorable blonde, and the other, a beautiful brunette. The blonde was definitely the hotter of the two. The premise of the movie was that the blonde was ready and willing to take anything the men offered while the brunette was shy and only wanted to watch. The blonde was able to take the black guy's man meat all the way down her throat without even flinching.

Any way, they all fucked and sucked each other. Both women took it up the ass with smiles on their faces. I enjoyed every bit of the movie and my wife. I ended up coming in her ass as she came to a roaring orgasm. We were both a little tipsy so we just pulled the covers up and went to sleep. My wife fell asleep almost immediately. I, on the other hand, kept thinking about the black guy's cock and how big it was. I found my self getting aroused. It was at that moment that I realized that watching the guys turned me on as much if not more than watching the girls. No question that I love to see big titties with nice hard nipples. A shaved pussy with big meaty lips gets my juices flowing but watching a guy with a big cock play with himself and then shoot his load in some girl's mouth or ass really makes my dick hard. I wondered, would it make a difference if the guy had a small dick? Then would the porn be as good? I realized it was as much how big the dicks were. I liked to look at big dicks. I mean I really liked to look at big dicks.

Was it only looking at them that turned me on? I thought back to all the porn I've watched. The one I watched earlier was obviously the freshest in my mind. I pictured that big black dick being engulfed by the blonde's mouth. The deepthroating was incredible. I wondered if I would be able to take that dick down my throat. I was actually thinking about it. Not if I would, but if I could!!! My cock was as hard as a rock thinking about sucking on that big black cock. My thoughts switched to the blonde girl taking that huge pole up her ass. I fucked my wife's ass many times and she's always had earth-shaking orgasms so I know it felt good. I've read enough gay erotica that describes how good getting fucked in the ass can be. I know enough gay guys who seem to have no complaints about getting boned in the ass or sucking cock.

I looked over at my wife and she was sound asleep. I got out of bed and went downstairs to the computer. I was obsessing on what it would be like to suck a guy's dick and get fucked up the ass. I searched for m/m sex galleries and ended up with a million choices. There I was, sitting in the dark looking at picture after picture of guys doing each other. I surfed with one hand while my other hand stroked my cock. I was totally turned on by what I was seeing and my mind was putting me in the pictures I was looking at. I imagined myself taking a cock in my mouth, sucking for dear life and getting a load of cum shot down my throat. I could feel my asshole opening and closing as if I was squeezing on a big cock that was penetrating me. The galleries were awesome. I looked at picture after picture.

"What are you looking at, hon?" I heard right behind my ear. It was my wife looking over my shoulder at the computer screen. I was so involved in what I was doing, I never heard her coming up behind me. Her question needed no answer because she saw what I was looking at. I thought, ohmigod, she's caught me jacking off to gay porn. It could have been a crisis of embarrassing proportion trying to come up with the right answer. But she made it easy.

"Hey, I watch your face when we're looking at porn. I can see how turned on you get when you watch the men masturbate." I let go of my cock as if I'd been caught doing something bad but she reached down and put my hand back on it. 

"Keep doing what you're doing. If you don't mind, I'd like to look at the pictures with you." She reached around and began caressing my nipples, something that always drives me wild. 

"Ooh, look at the size of the cock on that black guy. Do you think that he'll be able to get in the other guy's ass?" she said in a very low, seductive and breathy voice. "Do you think you could take his cock in your ass?"

I didn't know what to say. All I could do was moan from the excitement she was creating and the super hard dick that was in my hand.

"Wouldn't you like to stick your cock in that guy's ass, baby?" 

I already know what it's like to stick my prick in a hole. I'd rather be on the receiving end.

The next picture showed a blond hunk deepthroating a black guy. The contrast in skin color made the picture even hotter.

"Is that what you'd like to do, suck a black guy's cock?"

My nipples were like pencil erasers. I could feel my wife's hot breath on my neck. 

"You know, I think it would really turn me on to watch you give head to another guy. I know that I love sucking your cock and swallowing your cum and I know that you love it when I do it. And I'd probably have an orgasm just watching you get your ass fucked. I always have an incredible orgasm when you fuck my ass because it feels so naughty and so good. Would you ever let a guy fuck your ass while I watched?"

My wife kept squeezing and teasing my nipples while I was rubbing my cock. I was doing everything I could to keep rubbing but not blow my load. I wanted to see where this was going. I knew that there was no way the word "no" was coming out of my mouth. I wasn't about to say no to anything she wanted.

She kept the questions going.

"What do you think of when you look at these pictures? I mean, you're jerking off looking at gay pictures. Do you see yourself in the pictures? You really want to be one of the guys you're looking at?"

I'm curious about giving a guy a blowjob and swallowing his cum, I have to admit. And I'd really like to know what it's like to have a cock in my ass.

"Yes, I do," I told her straight out. "I would like to be on the receiving end of anal and the giving end of a blowjob."

"Come to bed and we'll talk about it." She took my hand and pulled me up from the chair. My dick was sticking straight. I think she could have hung from it, it was so hard. We walked upstairs to our bedroom and she led me to our bed.

"Lay down and get comfortable, honey." She pushed me back on the bed and put some pillows behind my head. She lit some candles and placed them around the room. The bedroom quickly became a sexy boudoir, filled with the aroma of vanilla from the candles. My wife went into the closet and opened the drawer where all our sex toys and DVD's were kept. She opened up the case of DVD's and while looking for just the right movie, came across my stash of gay porn.

"Oh! I don't think I've ever seen any of these, babe!" She'd found my wanking supplies. "I didn't know we had so many gay movies." She pulled out a DVD and read the title.

"Hmm, how about this one, 'A Matter Of Size'? Is it any good?"

Was it any good? Was she kidding? It was a DVD of a 20 year old VHS from the days when I owned a small video store. There was nothing like going to visit our adult video supplier. After going through the front office, which looked very business-like, I would go into the showroom where the covers were displayed. The amount of pink was blinding. Pussy, pussy, and more pussy! There was an anal section, a black section, and a fetish section. You name it and it was there. In the back was a section of gay movies. When I first saw the gay movies, I didn't find them titillating at all. I had little interest in m/m sex, but I knew that some of my more prurient customers would appreciate a wide variety from which to choose. One of the movies I bought for the video store was called "A Matter Of Size." 

The more I rented the gay movies to basic suburban types who were pretty much like me, the more I was intrigued about what was in the movies. I finally took home "A Matter Of Size." My wife and I were into what we thought was some pretty kinky sex at the time like tying each other up, making our own porn. We had a lot of fun but I didn't think she was ready for gay porn. She went to work about a bunch of very hunky guys with huge dicks sucking and fucking each other and pre-condom, too. Everybody was bareback. What a great movie. I spilled a lot of my seed to that movie over the years.

"Yeah, that's a pretty good movie, although I haven't seen it in years," I said to her with a matter-of-fact tone. "The gay movies are all left over from our old video store. There's probably a lot of dust on them." I could have said that it was an awesome fucking movie and I wish that I could have been in it, but I didn't. "Put that one on."

She put the movie in the DVD player. "You watch. I have to get a couple of things." Most of the light in the room was now coming from our 42" plasma TV. God, there's nothing like watching porn on a big screen. The first segment was about to guys out playing catch with a football. One guy tried to run by the other but was taken down. Before you know it, the two are French-kissing each other. The next thing you know they're back in the house with one guy on the couch, his giant cock sticking up in the air and the other guy in his knees sucking on his throbbing meat. 

My wife came back to the bed. In one hand was our pink jelly vibrator in the shape of a beautiful 7" cock. In the other hand was a bottle of warming lubricant. She put both down on the nightstand and lay down beside me. She leaned over and gave me a kiss on my neck right behind my ear. I felt her wet lips and her hot breath on my neck. She put her right arm around my neck and began playing with my right nipple. With her other hand she pinched my left nipple. All the while, I was watching one of the hunks sticking his bare cock in another's other's asshole. My own cock was bobbing up and down of its own accord. I couldn't take my eyes off the screen. Eight inches of thick man meat was going into a tight slick welcoming asshole.

While my wife was playing with my nipples she was licking and breathing heavily in my ear. I was moaning softly, never taking my eyes of the man-to-man action on the screen. Our bedroom was bathed in candlelight and the flickering from the TV. The aroma of vanilla from the candles hung heavily. I reached down and put my hand on my wife's shaved pubis. Her skin was baby soft. I reached a little lower only to find her distended labia and her swollen clit hanging out between her legs. I stuck a finger in her cunt only to find a treasure trove of pussy juice. I got a dollop on my finger and sucked it off. She was delectable.

"I wouldn't mind some of that," she whispered in my ear. I reached down and stuck two fingers between her meaty lips and dipped deep into her cunt pulling out what looked like a tablespoon of her love cream. I brought it up to her lips and she sucked my fingers in, swallowing her own juices.

"Mmmmm, delicious, don't you think?" She said it in a way that didn't expect an answer. I knew her pussy was scrumptious. I've been eating it for years.

On the screen was a guy with a cock so deep in his throat you would have thought it was going to come out his asshole but it couldn't because there was a pole already sticking up his ass. My wife got up on her knees between my legs pushing them as far apart as she could. She took the bottle of lubricant, unscrewed the cap and put some on her index finger. My legs were spread far enough apart to give her access to my asshole. With her slick finger, she began massaging my asshole. She kept putting more and more lube on my hole. With each circular motion around my anus she pressed against the opening. I was offering no resistance at all. Her fingertip went in about an inch. She was probing me in such a gentle and loving way. Her other hand was wrapped around the base of my very stiff cock.

She pulled her finger out and let go of my cock. Pushing my legs even further apart, I watched her head go down below my balls. And then I felt something that was totally unexpected. My wife was blowing on my asshole, which started to bring heat to the lube. Within seconds, my asshole felt like it was burning hot. She took the lubricant and let a little bit drip on each of my nipples. She gently blew on them to get the warming effect of the lube going. Then she took the dildo and coated it with the lubricant. She went back down between my legs and pushed them apart. 

"Ready or not, here I come1" she said to me with an almost sinister grin.

I raised my hips off the bed to give her better access to my asshole. First, she rested the tip of the vibrator right on my rosebud with only the slightest pressure. Then she pushed against my entrance. I was anxiously waiting for what came next. She pushed the slick sex toy into my ass with a steady but very slow motion. I felt my outer ring accept the intrusion. She kept pushing it in until my inner sphincter was breached. With a very steady hand, she pushed the vibrator in until it couldn't go any more. I had a cock in my ass just like the guy I was watching on the screen. With her other hand she toyed with my nipples.

"How does that feel, hon?"

It was fucking awesome. All I could do was moan. She pulled the vibrator out until only the head was in my ass and then, with the same steady motion as before, she pushed it back in but she didn't stop. She pulled it out again but a little more quickly than before. She pushed it back in with the same faster motion. Now I was getting fucked in the ass. Back and forth, in and out, I could feel the vibrator inside my ass. There was more than enough lube on it so I wasn't being dry-fucked but there was still some exquisite friction. It would have been better if it was real flesh rubbing against the million nerve endings in my ass.

My wife positioned herself so she could continue fucking my ass and suck my cock at the same time. Her free hand was slick from the lube so she stroked my cock and made it all shiny. And then my cock disappeared into her mouth. I was getting ass-fucked and cocksucked at the same time. She took all of my cock in until her lips were at the base. She turned on the vibrator and sucked my cock for dear life. It was only seconds after turning on the vibrator that I blew my load in her mouth. I came like never before. There's nothing like an orgasm with something in your ass. Every muscle in your rectum pulses. The orgasm is mind-blowing. After I came she turned the vibrator off and let go of it, letting it rest inside my ass. I felt it gently fall out of my ass.

She came up to my face and pushed her lips against mine. I opened her mouth to accept her tongue and she dropped my load of cum right into my mouth. We swished my cum back in forth for a few seconds and I swallowed whatever was in my mouth. She licked her lips and smiled.

"I hope I've shown you that you can get everything you want right here at home. You can get your ass fucked and a mouthful of cum," she said with a look of satisfaction on her face. "But if there's going to be a man in your life, then I want to be part of it."

She was right. It was everything I wanted, except for the firm hard cock that I wanted it from. I give my wife a lot of credit. She could have thrown a temper tantrum over my interest in gay sex. You know, like "don't I make you happy?" It could have gone a whole different way but her attitude seemed to be if you can't beat 'em, than join 'em. For me it's working towards the best of both worlds because I still love pussy and I still want to suck cock.



Caught!



I was sitting in Dad's study using the computer when something hit me in the chest and fell into my lap. Surprised, I looked down and saw that it was a dog collar, one of those black leather ones with little pointed metal studs all over it and a surprisingly delicate silver buckle.

"Put it on," the voice from the doorway said roughly. My mind went blank. The idea was too much to comprehend and I couldn't even begin to process it. Uncle Mitch wanted me to put on a dog collar?

It was pretty late at night, and I really shouldn't have even been up. Probably wouldn't have been, but Dad and Mom were on vacation and they'd left me in the care of Mom's little brother in spite of my protestations that I was old enough to be left alone for a few weeks. Legally I was. I was old enough to vote, even. But Mom insisted that she'd feel safer if there was a 'responsible adult' watching over the house, and I was not to consider him a babysitter.

Babysitter or not, I had no idea what he was trying to get me to do. I shook my head in disbelief and squeaked out a response that was disbelieving and angry.

"What?" 

"Put. It. On. Now." And yes, I could hear the periods. Uncle Mitch spoke in a low and reasonable tone but with an undercurrent of demand, as if he knew I was going to obey him eventually and I just didn't know it yet.

Uncle Mitch had never talked to me like that before. He was usually an easygoing guy, and in spite of my fears we'd gotten along pretty well. He worked as a manager in the annuities department of a life insurance company -- all business suits, lunch meetings, Blackberries and talk of cross subsidies and equity indexed products. 

Today when he got home he had doffed his white shirt, tie and jacket and changed into a soft suede shirt in a dark shade of gray that complemented his darker gray slacks and almost matched his prematurely dark gray hair. The one splash of color on him was his eyes; a pale sky blue which I'd always been jealous of. But overall he was an all grey man, with an ever-so-slight roughness to him and a stocky body. I'd always thought he was kind of sexy. In a guy-I'd-never-ever-really-do-it-with kind of way.

Uncle Mitch sighed as if I was a willful child who might behave someday if she was only taught some proper lessons. He put his hand on the top of my head and turned me to face the computer. He kept his hand there, forcing me to watch the screen while he typed with his free hand. A few clicks later and what he wanted me to see was up on the screen.

It was me.

And I'm not talking about a picture from my yearbook or the tame ones that I kept on MySpace and facebook. It was a movie. A movie that I'd never seen before, one that I never even knew I was in. My mouth fell open and I blushed in stunned shame.

You could easily see that it was me through the open driver's door of the car, sitting in the passenger seat but bent over so that my face was in the driver's lap, a slight smile on my face and my eyes closed in mute pleasure while I sucked Billy Whittier's dick until it shot a huge load of sperm all over my lips and face. I watched myself giggle and lick everything clean, using my tongue to gather cum from everywhere until my mouth was full. I smiled and showed my bad-girl tongue-load of sperm to Billy. He told me to swallow it all like a good little girl and I did, just before the video faded out.

Damn. Damn. Damn.

I remembered that night well. Billy had driven me up to Lookout Mountain, which had long been the local necking spot because of the romantic view of the city. I thought we were going to have some hot backseat sex, but Billy begged me to blow him. Not that I minded. There's something about hot sticky sperm splashing around my lips that I've always loved. I remembered Billy had insisted on leaving the car door open because he claimed he was hot. Of course that also left the dome light on, which made it easy for someone to make a video from the safety of the nearby bushes. The realization that I'd been used by Billy and somebody else so that they could sell the video to a website called Cuntsincars.com made me sick to my stomach.

Uncle Mitch pushed my head down, turning my attention from my cummy lips on the screen back to the studded black leather in my lap.

"Put it on," he said patiently.

"No!" I practically screamed, shaking my head free of his hand. I was so goddamned mad at what Billy had done to me that the anger just spilled out onto Uncle Mitch. I didn't know why he wanted me to put on a stupid dog collar, and I didn't know why he thought that showing me a movie of me with sperm all over my lips would make me want to. I was such an idiot I couldn't even predict what he said next.

"Put it on, sweetie, or I show this website to your mother."

Oh, God.

I couldn't believe it. This was exactly the kind of thing that my father had always warned me about. Being a little too loose with my affections had just led me to a place I didn't want to go at all. 

And I bet even Dad never thought that the trouble I'd let myself in for would come from Uncle Mitch by way of Billy Whittier.

If Dad saw the movie he'd kill me. And then Mom would kill me. And then Dad would kill me again. They knew I'd been dating, and they even had seen me kissing a boy now and again, but they probably hoped that I was still a virgin and turned a blind eye to the instincts that told them I wasn't.

You try to hide your sex life from your parents for as long as you can, hopefully until you're old enough to move out. But the lure of all of those hot high-school cocks longing for attention was too much for a girl to resist, and I'd had my share. Maybe a little more than my share. I was so dead.

The video started again, Billy moaning as he shot his load all over my face. My mind raced. Was there a way that I could claim that it wasn't me, or that I was being forced? Nope. The video, though grainy and dark and clearly homemade, showed my face perfectly. And the way that I smiled when the hot sperm hit my lips pretty much belied any coercion. I was screwed.

Uncle Mitch let go of my head with a little shove downward, so that I wouldn't forget his presence or the order he'd issued.

Reluctantly I reached down into my lap and picked up the collar.

I stared down at it, stalling and turning it this way and that in my lap. It was really kinda pretty, and I felt a little tingle between my legs. Why did Uncle Mitch want me to wear it, anyhow?

He cuffed the back of my head hard enough to hurt. Then he said it again, but this time with a trace of impatience. "Put it on."

I was so mixed up. I wanted to scream at him, to unleash some of the anger that Billy Whittier's betrayal had generated in me. I wanted to throw the damn collar at him and storm up to my room to cry and lick my wounds and plot my revenge. I was going to kill Billy.

But there was something else, a sweet little tingle that had nothing to do with my anger. It took me a second to realize what it was.

I'd never been ordered around before. 

All of the teenage boys I knew were so pitifully grateful that a pretty girl was willing to pay any attention to them that they'd never in a million years take a chance of displeasing me by daring to tell me what to do. No boy had ever talked to me in that tone of voice before, issuing stern commands that he expected me to obey.

I felt myself blush when I realized I kind of liked it. It was so masculine, and it made me feel shy and girly.

Besides, I was wondering just what Uncle Mitch had in mind. I mean, was he going to make me stand in the corner and take a picture of me to show Mom, letting her see what a slut I was without showing her a video of me with a cock in my mouth? Or was he going to just threaten me with a picture of me wearing a dog collar so that he could blackmail me into behaving forever? Or was he just going to laugh so that I'd be even more humiliated than I already was and yell at me about showing some backbone and stop blowing boys in cars? Maybe he was going to stop me the second I tried to put it on and give me a lecture about not doing just any old thing that I was ordered. That was it. It had to be. 

Stalling while I thought, I felt the collar, stiff and heavy in my fingers. The leather smelled rich, and the silver studs and buckle were cool. There was a ring attached to the buckle, so you could attach a leash to your dog. 

There was the possibility that Uncle Mitch wanted something more, something sinister. It was a visceral intuition, one that was more a feeling between my legs than a conscious thought. My brain felt deadened and confused at what was happening to me, and I couldn't think of anything else to do. I could not let Mom and Dad see me blowing Billy. That was the one thing I was sure of. Almost without permission from my conscious mind I lifted the collar toward my neck.

Uncle Mitch didn't stop me. He didn't laugh, he didn't whip out a camera. He just watched, my somber grey uncle standing right beside me as I slipped the studded dog collar around my neck and under my hair. Swallowing hard, I fastened the little silver buckle on my throat. 

"Good girl," Uncle Mitch whispered, patting me on the top of the head like I was a good dog. I raised my chin, the weight of the collar a tactile reminder of my submission.

Before my head was all the way up, Uncle Mitch grabbed the sturdy metal ring on the collar and whipped out a studded black leash from behind his back and snapped it into place. 

"What are you doing?" I screamed, trying to stand and grabbing the leash so that I could yank it away from him. Angrily I tried to throw the leash away from me but since it was fastened to my neck it didn't go far. Uncle Mitch calmly endured my hissy fit and pushed me back down into the chair, preventing me from standing. 

With his hand on my shoulder like I was some kind of pet he was trying to train Uncle Mitch picked up the end of the leash and yanked hard, causing my head to jerk and my throat to gag as he wound up the leash around his hand. I frantically tried to swallow away the knot in my throat so I could breathe again. Right away I realized how serious my trouble really was -- with the collar around my neck and the leash in Uncle Mitch's hand there was no way to resist, no way to fight back. All he had to do was yank and I would choke and gag until I did what he wanted. There was no escape.

I was so fucking mad when I realized this I tried to yank the leash again, but Uncle Mitch jerked the leash so hard that it whipped my head around and brought tears to my eyes.

Stunned at how quickly I'd been transformed from a girl looking at YouTube into a scared powerless tart on a leash I seethed in anger -- at myself, at Billy Whittier and his unknown friend, at Uncle Mitch. Dammit. Daddy had been so right.

I was wiping the tears away from my cheeks and still trying to catch my breath when I realized what Uncle Mitch was doing. His hands were on his grey slacks, the end of the leash wound tightly around his palm while he calmly unzipped his pants and took out his cock.

I couldn't believe it.

All thoughts of getting embarrassed, of having my picture taken, of standing in the corner vanished. Uncle Mitch, my Uncle Mitch, was some kind of pervert. And he wanted me to suck him. Or worse.

I tried to jerk my head away, to lean back away from him, my hands on his thighs trying to push him away. But he choked up on the leash until his hand was right next to my neck and he forced me into place, my lips only inches from his fat cock. 

And it was really fat. Even though it wasn't fully erect, it was larger around than any I'd seen before. Thicker than Billy's. Fatter than David's. It was even bigger around than the roommate of Trevor's, a boy I'd given a blowjob to without even knowing his name because I liked his eyes. And his cock had been huge. Uncle Mitch's was ruddy and solid, poking out of his soft grey slacks, swelling even bigger as I watched it searching for attention. Searching for me.

I was beyond pissed. No girl likes to have a cock shoved in her face. And never mind that it was Uncle Mitch, who had been a fixture of stability and cool reasonableness in my life ever since he'd changed my diapers when I was a baby. It was so unfair I wanted to cry. 

And yet.

There was that tickle between my legs. The only cock my pussy had ever had was Billy's, which was nowhere near this big. And we'd only actually done it twice. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to stop my pussy from screaming me! me! me! as loudly as it could, like it did every time I got a cock in my mouth. I clenched my teeth, my mind racing, frantically trying to decide if there was a way for me to resist.

Uncle Mitch took his cock in his free hand. He'd wound so much of the leash around his palm that his hand was snugged up against my throat, and he pulled my lips closer to his cock. I struggled, but his grip on the leash was too tight. 

I tried to push myself away again, even harder this time, but Uncle Mitch just steadily pulled on the collar until I thought I'd choke. And he didn't stop until I stopped pushing. My throat hurt, and I was gasping for air.

There was no other choice. I was going to have to do it. 

My mind raced, trying to rationalize my decision. It couldn't be so bad. Anything to get that damned collar off and get Uncle Mitch to leave me alone. Then I could find some way to stop him from blackmailing me, and maybe even figure out a way to get even. Besides, there was that damnable tickle between my legs, begging me to go on.

I opened my mouth.

"That's better," Uncle Mitch said as he took his cock in his hand and slid it into my open mouth. I could feel it stiffening, growing harder and longer. That was a new sensation for me, because all of the cocks I'd ever blown were already hard by the time I got my lips on them. 

The funny thing was, once it was in my mouth I didn't mind so much. It was familiar. I knew this. I knew what this cock wanted. It was no different than all the others -- Billy's and David's and Trevor's roommate's. It just wanted to be stroked and loved and then gush hot sperm. I could do this. A few minutes and it'd be all over.

My mouth watered.

Cautiously I slurped Uncle Mitch's fat cock, his hand resting on my head and holding me in place. I tickled the underside with my tongue and sucked just a little on the end. It swelled even larger in my mouth, and it made me feel all girly to realize that it was what I was doing that was making it bigger.

I reached up to take it in my hands, to stroke it while I licked, but Uncle Mitch smacked my head again and said, "Did I tell you to do that? Put your hands down."

My head hurt and I wanted to yell ouch, but with my mouth full of Uncle Mitch's cock there was no way. I put my hands on his strong thighs, the grey material of his slacks soft and warm under my fingers. He started to slowly fuck my mouth, pushing his fat cock a little deeper down my throat with every thrust. I was surprised at how long he could do it without cumming. None of the boys I'd given blowjobs to had ever lasted this long. Uncle Mitch just slowly drove himself into me, over and over, and after a while my lips and throat got really sore. I tried to pull away to give my mouth a rest but he cuffed me on the back of the head again and yanked me back into place with the leash.

I'd been turned into some kind of fuck machine, without needs of my own, without consciousness. 

It didn't matter that I wanted to reach between my legs and rub my pussy. It didn't matter that it hurt having that cock pushed so far into my mouth. It didn't matter that I was mad or that I didn't want this.

It was as if the physical connection between the hard cock and my mouth rewired me, made me ready for sex no matter what my mind thought. My pussy was tingling and crying for attention just like it did when I was willingly blowing Billy or David.

With one big difference. 

When I gave blowjobs to boys I was the one doing all the work. I licked, I sucked, I bobbed my head up and down and used my hands to do it right. I had this thing I did where I'd twist my hands in opposite directions around his cock while I sucked the end, and all the boys would moan. But this was totally different because I wasn't allowed to do anything but sit in a chair with my mouth open.

It wasn't until I started gasping for air that I really realized how excited I was, how wet my pussy had become. I tried to swallow, as if that would convince my pussy to stop reaching for an orgasm. This was a blowjob. That's all. But the fact that I was being forced to obey, to do only what Uncle Mitch demanded was thrilling in ways I'd never experienced before.

So I was crestfallen when he let out a deep sigh of contentment and pulled his cock from my mouth.

"Why did you.." I didn't even get the word out before I was cuffed on the head again. It's not like it hurt. Not really. But it sure was getting annoying. And I was catching on -- don't talk, and don't do anything you're not told to or you'll get cuffed. Again.

"Come along," he said, giving a gentle tug on the leash and walking away from Dad's computer desk.

I scrambled to get to my feet, which immediately made Uncle Mitch angry. I could tell by the look on his face. I didn't get cuffed this time, but he seized the leash near my neck and pulled my head towards the ground. My face was almost on the carpet and I was definitely off balance when he gave the leash a tug and I fell onto my hands and knees.

"Good girl," Uncle Mitch whispered, ruffling my hair. I got it -- if you're wearing a doggie collar you're supposed to walk on all fours like a dog. Grrr.

I didn't know whether to bite him or just pant like a puppy. I didn't have the time to feel as humiliated as I wanted to, because Uncle Mitch immediately walked towards the staircase, giving the leash a little tug to tell me to follow. I scrambled on my hands and knees to keep up, which kind of hurt, even on Mom's plush carpet.

When we got to the staircase Uncle Mitch stood aside and tugged the leash up the stairs, signaling me that I was to go up ahead of him. I hadn't crawled up those stairs since I was three, I thought as obediently went up. I tried not to wiggle my bottom, really I did.

Uncle Mitch came up the stairs behind me, holding the other end of my leash. Right when my hands touched the second floor he tugged me to a stop and said, "Stay."

At least, that's what I thought he said. It was kind of hard to tell, because suddenly his voice was soft and kind of raspy, coming from right behind me, and I do mean behind. I could tell his blue eyes would be almost level with my ass, which felt infuriatingly warm. It was definitely getting hard to breathe, and I couldn't tell if it was more from arousal or fear.

What was he going to do? I needed to be fondled almost as much as I feared more attention from my uncle. The thought that he might want to use the part that only Billy had ever touched made me weak and trembly.

I felt Uncle Mitch lift my short skirt. He pushed it up and let it rest on my back, so all that was between my uncle and my nether regions was a tiny pair of pink cotton panties.

I gulped.

Uncle Mitch didn't hesitate, though. He pulled firmly on my leash, holding me in place with one hand while he pulled my panties down my bare legs to my knees.

"Oh, my," he said. "I'll bet Daddy doesn't know about this, does he?"

My dizzy mind hadn't quite fathomed what was happening to me at all, and so it took me a moment to realize what he was talking about.

Suicide Girls.

I had discovered them online a while ago. They have nothing to do with suicide. It's sort of an online community of really cute sexy girls who are outside of the mainstream, the kind of girls who would have been called 'fringe' in high school. Their website is a sort of Myspace, where they hang out and talk to each other and show off pictures of themselves in sexy poses.




Caught!



And I wanted to be a Suicide Girl so badly. I wanted to be edgy and cute and dangerous. I wanted to dress in black and have piercings all over my body, and I'd even chosen the perfect shade of bright pink to dye my hair, which I was going cut short and streak with black. I just knew that boys from all over the 'net would drool all over me. 

I had it all worked out in my head, the poses I'd make and the things I'd wear. I'd even practiced with my camera, taking almost-naked shots of myself, pictures that existed nowhere else but on the flash drive I kept hidden inside the trophy I'd gotten for high jump in the 11th grade.

I hadn't quite gotten up the nerve to take that last step and join the Suicide Girls, but I had bought a pair of black panties that looked like a lacy butterfly nestled in my crotch. And I'd bought a pair of black clunky boots with shiny buckles that made me look tough and mean, like a good Suicide Girl should. Out of all the pictures I'd taken of myself the ones I liked best were the ones where I was naked except for my butterfly panties and my new boots. I was even wearing the boots that day, because I wanted to wear them somewhere other than my bedroom and I figured Uncle Mitch wouldn't even notice. Silly me.

But the biggest step I had taken on the road to releasing my inner self came after my eighteenth birthday when I had amassed enough cash to go get a tattoo. 

It was a gorgeous butterfly about the size of my palm, and all girly colors -- pinks and soft greens and pale yellows. Of course, since there was no way my parents would ever forgive me I'd gotten it the one place that they'd never see, even when I was wearing my bikini. My butterfly tattoo was on my ass.

The ass Uncle Mitch was looking at right now.

Oh, God, I was in so much trouble. I'd successfully managed to keep Mom and Dad from seeing it. Hell, I hadn't even let Billy see it yet.

Nope. Besides me and the tattoo guy the only person who'd seen my little sign of rebellion was Uncle Mitch. The guy holding the leash attached to the collar around my neck. The guy with the swollen dick poking out of his grey pants while he started at my bare ass.

Omigod omigod omigod. I swallowed hard. I didn't know what I wanted worse. Him to touch me. Or him to leave me alone. I was gonna kill Billy.

"Does your father know about your little butterfly ass?" Uncle Mitch asked, tugging on the leash to remind me that he expected an answer. I felt my face flush, and I knew there was no way my voice would work. I shook my head.

"Didn't think so," Uncle Mitch whispered. He palmed my little butterfly ass in his hand and roughly kneaded it as if it was a ball of bread dough, which caused a delicious tugging on my pussy lips. After a second or two my pussy politely and treasonously trickled a drop of 'come-fuck-me' juice down the inside of my leg.

I tried not to, but a revealing shudder rippled through my body and I gasped.

Uncle Mitch let go of my ass and climbed a few steps, spreading his feet so his legs straddled mine and the business end of his thick cock was close to my dripping pussy.

I was about to get fucked. 

I wanted to stop him, to scream out 'No!' but I knew it would do no good. I nursed my anger and told myself that if things had been different, if there hadn't been a video, if there hadn't been a butterfly tattoo, if there hadn't been a spiky black leather collar then I would have fought him with all my being. 

I told myself that, but I wasn't sure if I was lying or not. I was kind of liking my leash. I liked the way it made me feel, as if I was so sexy that Uncle Mitch couldn't help himself and had to order me around to get what he really wanted. It was like some kind of secret game that I didn't know the rules to, a game that was somehow all wrapped up in sex. And I had never felt as sexy as I did when I was following Uncle Mitch's orders.

Uncle Mitch pulled back on the leash, constricting my breathing and not giving me any chance to wiggle or escape while he pushed his fat cock inside me.

I couldn't help myself, and I moaned. I sounded a little strangled, but there was no denying that it was a sound of pleasure. Fatter cocks are better, and don't let anybody tell you any different. My pussy reluctantly stretched to accommodate him, and I thought I might just pass out from pleasure as he worked his way inside.

Uncle Mitch fucked me from behind, my cotton panties around my knees while I knelt on the staircase. I felt like I'd been skewered on a spit -- his cock pushing me forward and the steady pull on the collar around my neck tugging me backwards. I'd never been screwed with such mechanical deliberation, slowly and deeply. It made me dizzy, and I had to lean forward and rest my cheek on the floor. His purposeful fucking rocked me back and forth and my cheek rubbed the scratchy carpet.

My panting grew shorter. My eyes grew wet and my fingers mindlessly clawed the carpet. I couldn't take a breath deep enough to do me any good, and some dim part of my mind thought maybe I was going to hyperventilate.

I was gonna cum. I was gonna cum harder than I'd ever cum before. I just couldn't quite catch the edge that would put me over. Each thrust of Uncle Mitch's husky cock sent little skittish cums through me, each wan cum promising to be the big one, each one failing to fulfill its promise. 

After a minute or two of Uncle Mitch's pounding I was going to do it. I took a deep breath in anticipation of that last thrust that would send me to heaven.

I'll never know if it was deliberate or not, but instead of pushing that fat cock back inside me Uncle Mitch pulled himself out with a wet little pop. I felt maddeningly empty. "No," I heard myself whisper plaintively into the carpet. My pussy frantically twitched, begging him to come back so I could finally cum.

My unbelieving brain was still waiting for that fat cock to fuck me into heaven when Uncle Mitch crawled past me up the steps. 

"Come," he said, tugging hard on the leash for emphasis as he started to walk down the hall. I couldn't believe it! All men are alike. Just like Billy, Uncle Mitch didn't give a damn if I came or not. I had to scoot to keep from being choked, and it was hard to crawl with my panties around my knees.

Uncle Mitch led me down the hall to my room, and next to my bed. "Good girl," he said, bending over to pat me on the head. Amazingly I felt myself blush, although how that happened when he was petting me and not when my pussy was dripping in his face I'm not so sure.

"Up," he commanded, giving the leash an upward tug and patting the bed with his free hand. I didn't want to get cuffed again, and I didn't want Mom and Dad to see my video debut. So like a good dog I obediently climbed up on my bed.

Besides, maybe if I did like I was told I'd get a treat. Like maybe he'd finish fucking me. Oh, God! Did I just think that?

Uncle Mitch flipped me over on my back and threw his end of the leash down on the bed. He hadn't told me to move, and so I just lay there while he pulled my panties off. He had a hard time getting them off over the buckles on my boots. Thank goodness for elastic, I guess.

Uncle Mitch stood at the foot of the bed and spread my legs so he was standing between them. Looking up at him standing between my legs I was amazed to see that he didn't look any different. It was still my same old Uncle, gray and stolid, kind of soft and kind of hard. If he was burning with desire you couldn't tell by the look in his cool blue eyes.

The only outward sign that anything was different between us was that thick cock, wet from pre-cum and my own pussy juice, poking out from his grey slacks, ruddy and ready to finish.

Uncle Mitch bent his legs and mounted me, pushing himself inside while my knees came up instinctively to make it easier for him. In a nanosecond my body was yanked back in time to when I'd been on the staircase getting fucked from behind and all ready to cum. I gasped, I clawed the sheets and I moaned like a like a bitch in heat.

The first time I'd fucked Billy it had been in his car up on Lookout Mountain. It was over pretty quick, after a lot of fumbling around. And the second time I had snuck into his house after dark so his parents wouldn't know. We hadn't turned on the lights to lessen the chances of getting caught, and that was how I'd managed to keep him from seeing my tat.

But both times Billy'd stripped off every bit of my clothes, even my jewelry.

This was so different. Uncle Mitch may have been fucking me but he was still wearing his all gray clothes. And I was flopped on my bed as if I'd just come home from school exhausted. I was still totally dressed except for my tiny scrap of pink cotton panties, and the only place we were touching was where his fat bare dick was inside my dripping wet pussy. 

I wanted rip off my clothes. I even wanted to rip off Uncle Mitch's clothes, so I could feel his chest under my fingers, so I could wrap my bare legs around his bare ass. But I didn't want those things badly enough to stop what was happening to me, to stop being fucked.

I was gonna cum. I knew it.

It was so unlike when Billy and I had done it. He'd been done in a heartbeat and I'd gotten nowhere near an orgasm. Both times.

Uncle Mitch's deliberate fucking was guaranteed to make me cum. It was so much more sensual than Billy's frantic fuck, in spite of all of Billy's empty words of love. 

Drivin' real slow gets you home pretty fast..

The line from a song from one of the bands that Mom liked flitted through my mind, too relevant to be ignored, too irrelevant to interfere. That little bit of the song repeated itself over and over in my head, the message and the pounding drum track impossibly intensifying the sensations between my legs, hurrying my orgasm along.

My hand tangled itself in my hair and pulled hard, and I wiggled around that divine cock. I was gonna do it. I was gonna cum. 

Mitch pulled out of me, leaving me maddeningly empty again. But this time he immediately laid his cock in the cleft between my pussy lips and started pumping again, rubbing his shaft directly against my bare clit. It was more than enough.

I started to cum.

My body spasmed divinely around my pussy. Orgasmic waves roiled through me, starting at my center and then moving to my hips, my chest, my neck, over and over. I think I gave myself whiplash, and I may have even passed out. It was as if where we touched was the center of the universe and my body was quaking from some cosmic collision. In my dreams it was always a cock inside me that made me cum, and I just discovered that having a cock stroke my clit until I came was unimaginably better. I gratefully surrendered to the fireworks, hoping it would never end.

I was just starting to come down when I realized that I wanted to see Uncle Mitch's cock sliding between my pussy lips and rubbing my clit. I was still trembling from after-cums but I propped myself up on my elbows and looked between my legs.

His wet pudgy cock had spread my pussy lips wide, wider than I ever made them with my fingers. He was pressing it hard against me while he slid the shaft up and down my clit. Suddenly he erupted. Uncle Mitch moaned and a sticky white rope of sperm leaped from his cock. It landed on my chin and left a slimy trail down my neck, shirt and skirt. 

Before his cock could spurt again Uncle Mitch took it in his hand and shoved it back inside me, hurling it so deep into me that my ass was lifted from the bed. He grabbed my legs and clasped them around his waist while he emptied himself in me, pushing his cock as deep inside as he could while he shot his sperm even deeper.

While he was cumming inside me I had another little skittish orgasm of my own, squirming around the cock that was shooting hot sperm inside me. It took forever and didn't last nearly long enough, and then Uncle Mitch's cock was empty and I was full. We were frozen together with my legs wrapped around my gray uncle, and I closed my eyes and tried to write the memory to my mental hard drive so I could have it forever. Finally Uncle Mitch started breathing again, long deep breaths that proved that he hadn't been breathing at all while he came. He lowered me back to my bed, took another deep breath, kind of like he was steadying himself, and pulled his cock from inside of me.

I wanted to just curl up with his cock in me and go to sleep, but I didn't miss it as much as I thought I might. I guess it's because of what he left behind inside me. I felt like somehow I'd accomplished something that I was always meant to.

Uncle Mitch put his hand on my chest and pushed himself back up so he could stand next to me. His cock was a little droopy and all wet. He was still breathing deeply while he tugged it back into his pants and smoothed his gray hair back into place. Suddenly he was my stolid gray uncle again, as if nothing had happened.

He leaned over and unbuckled the dog collar while he kissed me on the temple.

"Good girl," he said, tousling my hair one last time. And I felt like one. If I'd had a tail I would have wagged it. It was just as well I didn't, because I was so tired I didn't think I had any wagging in me.

Uncle Mitch walked out of my room, quietly shutting the door behind him.

I'd always wondered about that guy thing where they always fall asleep right after they cum, like they can't help it or something. I had a new sympathy for them, because this time it was me. I was so sleepy, so comfortable and full of sperm. I curled up into a ball and dozed.

When I drifted back to consciousness I loved how I felt. All warm and cherished, feminine and used. It was nothing at all like when I was with Billy.

Billy!

That rat. I may have discovered something better than his sorry attempts at lovemaking, but that didn't let him off the hook, not by a long shot.

I needed some way to show him that there was no way I'd ever be with him again. Some sort of slap in the face, like he'd done to me. Suddenly I had a brain flash - since he'd used a camera to betray me, it was only fitting that I use one to enlighten him.

Dad had bought a fancy new video camera for his trip, and I hoped that he'd left his old one behind. Ignoring the lure of my warm bed and the smoking gun of the sperm trail on my clothes, I went downstairs to his study. After a wee bit of looking I found his old camera. I even knew how to use it. Mostly. It could take still shots as well as videos, and it had lots of megapixels and a zoom and everything.

After I checked the batteries I went back up to my room and got undressed. As I stood in the hot shower I made a note to myself to be sure to wash my clothes before Mom got back -- the sperm stains on the front of my skirt were just as evidentiary as a porn clip on Cuntsincars.com. 

I got out of the steamy shower feeling all melty and innocent, as if the shower had washed away all my wickedness. I liked feeling all clean and ready.

This time I put on my eye makeup. I had practiced a lot, and I knew what to do. Black mascara and black eyeliner on both my upper and lower lids. I had some blue eye shadow and I used my finger to blend the liner into it. My eyes looked sultry and almost Goth, but not too aggressive. I put on my black lipstick then my black nail polish.

I got my butterfly panties from their hiding place and pulled them on. My boots were still on the floor where I'd dropped them before getting in the shower, and I slipped my feet inside them and buckled them up. Then I blew my hair dry, and brushed it 'til it shone. I remembered Uncle Mitch mussing it and calling me a good girl and a delightful memory shiver ran down my bare spine.

The dog collar and leash still lay on my bed where they'd fallen. I wasn't sure that I'd ever really feel sexy again without them. I tossed my hair back and fastened the collar around my neck.

I looked in my mirror. I was naked except for my black accessories, and I could not believe how fucking sexy I was! Billy was going to shit when he found out he'd never have me again. The black boots, makeup, panties and dog collar made my skin look whiter than it really was, and the sole splash of color, the blue eye shadow, accented my junior goth look just like I'd hoped it would. I felt so deliciously wanton and I had to fondle myself, and I pushed aside my panties so I could rub my clit a little while I watched in the mirror.

Before I got too carried away I forced myself to stop, licking my finger clean so I wouldn't get girl goo on Dad's camera. I set it to take still pictures and put it on my desk, pointing at my bed. I set the timer and ran to the bed and arranged myself. I took five or six shots and downloaded them to my computer so I could see how they came out.

One picture jumped out at me, and I knew it was absolutely perfect to use as the centerpiece of my Suicide Girls page. I'd posed sort of like Princess Leia in that Star Wars movie where she was half naked and laying on her side, with Jabba the Hut holding the leash that led to the collar around her neck. Only I was wearing even less than she was, and with the black makeup and my white skin I looked way hotter than she ever did. Remembering what Uncle Mitch had done to me, I had tousled my hair just a little. The collar and leash lent a powerful aura of sexy submission to the picture, and I just knew that any boy who saw it would fall in love with me. Hell, I looked so different that I almost fell in love with myself. The really amazing thing was that you couldn't even tell that I'd been getting the fucking of my life only a half hour before. Except maybe around my eyes, which looked like they'd just been shown the keys to the universe. Maybe that's what made the shot so perfect.

I realized that I was kind of stalling. The pictures were a bonus and had nothing to do with the vengeance I was planning to wreak on Billy Whittier.

I gathered my courage, my breath and the camera and headed towards Uncle Mitch's room. I cannot tell you how sexy I felt walking almost naked down the hall, with the camera in one hand and the end of my leash in the other. Usually when my pussy was this wet I was either laying in bed playing or I still had my panties on, like when Billie and I were fooling around. Walking while I was this wet with no panties on to sop up the moisture made me even slicker, and I couldn't believe how good it felt when my engorged pussy lips slid against each other.

I positioned myself carefully in front of Uncle Mitch's door. I wasn't quite sure what his reaction was going to be, and I wanted to push every button I knew he had so he'd do what I wanted. Really, one little movie to send to Billy wasn't all that much to ask, was it?

I sat on the floor like a good doggie waiting for her master, with my bare ass on my black boots. I put the camera on the floor in front of me, between my front paws. I hoped this was going to work.

I knocked on the door and said, "Uncle Mitch?"

I put the end of the leash in my mouth and waited.

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Caught!



He opened the door and found her lying on her futon, back arched up in the air, skirt hiked up around her waist, and panties down to her ankles. She almost didn't notice him, but let out a faint gasp once her attention was brought back to reality from the threshold of the orgasm she was just about to reach.

She quickly sat up and adjusted her skirt so it would protect her from feeling as open and vulnerable, even though there was little hope for that by now.

"What the hell is going on here?" He demanded to know.

Stunned, she just looked at him, first with disbelief, quickly transforming into fear and nervousness.

"I was just changing.." her voice clearly giving herself away just as much as the underwear that was pulled down to her short socks

He stood there in shock for a moment before speaking.

"You were most certainly NOT changing... I am pretty certain that if your mother and father found out about this, they would agree with me on that one young lady!"

He felt his voice sounding very commanding and firm, and he was rather surprised at his willingness to tell this young woman what to do... He could feel a slight lump in his throat and another building up in his pants.

"If your mother walked in on you doing this, she would have been scarred for life! The idea of her daughter doing... this!"

He had always considered himself a "regular guy", the sort of man who pays his taxes, goes to work every day, and comes home to his wife to a happy and contented life. That was before his ex- ran off with another man, leaving him crushed.

"I'm sorry", she started quaking and was almost in tears at this point... "I didn't mean to do anything that would get me in trouble"

"So why exactly were you doing it then young lady?"

She was a bit puzzled by his question... She half expected him to storm out or demand that she put her clothes on. Instead he was just standing there, asking her questions and looking at her lying there, having been caught literally with her pants around her ankles. A feeling of warm nervousness began to sweep over her.

She felt vulnerable and exposed... but it didn't feel particularly bad. In fact, it felt rather enticing.

She had seen him looking at her when she was in a bathing suit in her parents pool when he'd come by, or there were parties.

"I've just been so frustrated lately.." she admitted "My boyfriend and I just broke up, and one of the reasons why is because he didn't want to do certain things that I felt I wanted to explore".

Her admission startled him.

He looked around her room, which had changed a great deal in the last few years. It seemed that every few, her tastes in everything shifted, and she found a new style to adopt. Probably normal for a blossoming woman, and the rest of what she was doing probably wasn't so out of the ordinary either for a woman about to enter college. 

There was a long awkward pause.

She slowly reached down to her sheer black panties and tried to casually pull them up her legs.

He stopped her:  "Don't pull your clothes on. I don't remember saying that's what I wanted."

She jumped at the tone in his voice, the volume, and the bite. She began to focus back between her legs, where she was before she had been so abruptly interrupted. the blood came rushing and the familiar shortness of breath that she loved to feel swept over her.

"I want you to pretend that I hadn't caught you. You seemed very into what you were doing, and I'm a bit curious..." He let his words trail off, but the gist of it wasn't lost.

She stammered; "You want me to... continue?"

He nodded slowly and looked her straight in the eyes, letting her know that he was indeed serious about his request. No, request wasn't the right word, his command.

She slowly and nervously moved her hands back up her legs, touching herself lightly as she brought them to her waist.

She began to rub her mound and felt her chest involuntarily heave as she pressed her hand lower and lower, the palm rubbing her bush while her fingers found their way to the top of her lips. She slid just one down and parted herself, feeling his gaze upon her as began to gently rub back and forth.

He watched her intently... His gaze trailing from her eyes down to between her legs. 

He stood there, quiet, but he could hear his breathing getting deeper, although she was having a hard time hearing over her own.

Her hips started to involuntarily rise and fall. The thought of her being watched while touching herself brought her close to the edge in nearly no time. She was moaning and began to throw her head back and forth in the pillow, her eye closed and face clearly giving away the feelings of pleasure she was experiencing.

Suddenly, and without warning, she felt a hand on her throat. She half-cried out, but inhaled deeply at the new sensation, her eyes opening wide and staring him straight in the face.

He was standing over her now, a look of desire plastered all over his face and glazed eyes.

He kissed her firmly on the lips, which she took in like a plant after a drought

Her hand was still on her wet pussy, and he reached down and started to move it again for her, as she had been stopped by the sudden appearance of him in a more tangible form.

She rubbed and moaned deeply, inhaling him into her mouth as she felt the ache between her legs begging for release.

He took her free hand and placed it on the bulge in his jeans. He was throbbing and she felt him through his clothes. Ready and eager to do as he pleased with her. The thought consumed her, and sent her spiraling into an intense orgasm.

She began to come and he could no longer keep his mouth firmly on hers... but he was able to keep his hand on her throat. Using just enough pressure to keep her where he wanted her.

She couldn't stop coming.. wave after wave came crashing on the shores of her bed, after what seemed like an eternity of bliss, she stopped... breathing heavily.

He slowly removed pressure from her neck and grazed his fingers down to her collarbone and down .. following the strap of her bra until he reached the tip of her breast. He very gently felt the tip of her left nipple through her sheer bra, a stark contrast to the forceful manner of just seconds previous.

"I want you to stand up for me."

She instinctively obeyed his command, turned sideways on the bed, and began to stand up, although her legs felt like they were going to buckle out from under her. He reached out and took her hand in his and pulled her up to a standing position.

He stepped on her panties with one foot, now lying at her feet and pulled on the back of her knee to raise her out of them completely.

She stood there in front of him, naked except for her little white stockings and black bra, one strap hanging off her shoulder.

He went over to her desk in the corner of the room and retrieved a rolling chair from it.

"Now I want you to sit."

which she did without hesitation, half for fear that she might fall to her knees, although the thought of being at that level in front of him had her mind racing in and of it's own.

He slowly walked over to the bed and pulled a case off of one of the pillows, and turned to face her. She let out a slight sigh that gave away her feelings on the matter... her lips parted slightly and she her eyelids closed in anticipation of what he was about to do to her...

She imagined him tying her up and taking her from behind, her throat resting against the chair rest and hands tied firmly behind her back... the cock she felt earlier through his jeans sliding into her, pounding her rhythmically as she begged him to give her more, to fill her to the brink and then push her over it.

She felt a hand grab one arm, and then the other, and put them behind her, a tug and a few twists and she was bound, still sitting. While not what she had thought seconds earlier, she still felt wonderful.

He stood over her, straddling her with his waist in line with her head. She was tied to this everyday office chair, which had probably never seen action of this sort before. Her arms were bound behind her back and attached to the thin part below the back rest. She was naked from the waist down and only wearing her revealing black bra, which didn't leave very much to the imagination. She felt exposed and felt the air on her body, which caused goose-bumps to run up and down her arms and bare legs... 

He moved his waist closer and unzipped his pants. He slowly and deliberately took his cock out of his pants. It was erect and just inches from her face already.
"open your mouth and put this inside" he commanded. 

She obeyed. She slowly opened her mouth and closed her eyes as he dipped the head of his penis between her lips.

"Now I want you to suck me."

She began to bob her head back and forth as she felt a warmth in her lower belly.. she felt her pussy begin to become moist and opened her eyes slightly to witness her helplessness. She was becoming increasingly turned on, and he could tell. His cock was swelled now, and he reached behind his back and found her clit like a homing beacon. He felt how wet she was, with it oozing out of her. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and with his hands went back to work on her.

He was looking her right in the eyes as he stuck one finger inside of her and used the other to stimulate her.
She was nearing orgasm again and he knew it... He pushed his fingers in harder and deeper and she began to pant and breathe deeply with the spasms she knew were building up quickly.

She began to quiver and her legs shook back and forth as she exploded with simply his one finger inside of her... As she settled back into the chair, no longer arching her back he removed the fingers... He brought his face close to hers and put one finger in his mouth and one in hers, so they could share the taste of her together.

As she calmed down, he whispered what a dirty girl she was into her ear, and walked out of the room, as if nothing had ever happened...



Caught!



I slipped into my mother's room quietly as I do 2 or 3 times a week to find a pair of her panties. Like usual, mom does her laundry on the weekends so weekedays were perfect to dig into her hamper to find a pair of panties. The only problem was I always wanted a fresher pair. I would love to get here right after she takes her panties off. But beggars can't be too particular, now can I.

My cock was already hard, straining against my boxers; it was around 11 am on a Tuesday. I just graduated high school a couple weeks back and as the summer started, I found myself with the house completely empty until about noon each weekday as everyone in the house works or goes to college except me. 

Pop works long hours and is rarely here at all between work and traveling for work, Rachel(my sister) lives here but is attending summer classes at college Tuesday through Friday, and mom works her charity volunteer work from 9 am to noon five days a week.

I found the most recent pair of mom's panties in the hamper and immediately brought them to my nose; a wonderful black satin pair. My cock stirred and I thought today should be special. I turned and ran down the hall to Rachel's room and pushed open her door, running to her hamper as well. In it, right on top was a pair of red lace panties. I was in heaven, today I could jerk off with mom's and Rachel's panties, one wrapped around my cock and the other in my mouth and up to my nose.

Backing out of Rachel's room, I hurried as fast as I could back to my bed and laid myself down. In seconds flat, I lifted my hips and pushed my boxers to my feet and flicked them across the room. My freed rod pointing up and out over my stomach, felt amazing bouncing in the open air of my room. I took both pairs of panties and brought them both to my face, rubbing them on my cheek to decide which was softer for my cock to spew my sperm into. Quickly I decided to use moms on my cock and Rachel's for my face. Carefully I laid the red lace spread out over my face and inhaled my sister's scent. Oh, if only I could get this right from the source.

Breathing deeply, I took the other pair down to my cock and slowly rubbed it onto my hard dick, wanting a good build up. I only moved it around my cock to tease it. I wanted to make this last. But the time has come to suck my sister's panties into my mouth and enjoyed the taste as well as the scent. Mouthing them carefully, my lips pulled them into my mouth and I let the flavor settled onto my tongue.

"Oh Rachel! Your pussy tastes so sweet..."I moaned aloud. I wrapped the black pair completely around my cock and slowly started pumping up and down my long hard shaft. "Mom, awww your pussy is so soft." Getting really into the fantasy that my sister was sitting on my face while my mother was rocking her hips with my cock buried deep in her cunt.

The softness around my shaft and the flavor in my mouth had me divinely aroused and I stroked faster. Even through the panties, I could feel the ridge of veins on my big dick. 

"Oh yeah mom, fuck your dirty little boy!" I almost screamed. "Yeah Rachel, fuck my face you slut!"

Slamming my hand at amazing speed, the desire, fantasy and feeling was coming to a boil. It would be a hard cum, an amazing nut busting cum. So close.

In a flash of a second, I was going to cum. I gripped the base of my cock and pulled up knowing I was only delaying the orgasm for a few seconds. "Mom!" I screeched as the first shot of cum rocketed out of me.

"Nick? Are you alright?" 

Mom rolled around the door jam of my room."Nick? Is every...." She stopped as my second and third shots pushed their way across to my chest. "Oh shit!" She chirped, watching me cum.

Not that I could do anything about it, but I turned my head and curled up as more cum exploded from me. "Mom!" I yelled. Not sure if it was because she was with me when I was cumming or because of the surprise of her catching me.

My orgasm subsided with a last shot as I rolled off the bed and onto the floor on the opposite side of my bed. I landed hard trying to get out of my mom's line of sight.

"Nick are you okay?" In a motherly voice she spoke out. 

"Mom, I am so sorry, I...." I was at a loss for words.

"Are you okay?" she asked again.

"Yes?" 

"Get up and get over here right now!" Suddenly in an angered tone. 

In our house, mom was the enforcer since dad was never around, so when you got that tone of voice from her, you jumped. Immediately, I got to my feet and stood sheepishly there on the other side of the bed.

"I said get over here!" she repeated.

Slowly I moved around the bed and over to in front of her, I didn't have the smarts to drop mom's panties, it was still in my hand, Rachel's panties were on the floor next to my bed where I landed hidden from view. I stopped about a foot in front of her. I was covering my crotch with my hands and her panties.

"What exactly do you think you were doing?" she spouted,"No don't answer that." She huffed. "Are those mine?" Looking down at my waist she saw the panties covering me.

I nodded as I didn't think I could speak. "Where is the other pair I saw on your face? Get them!" now she demanded.

I went back around the bed and picked them up and returned to my spot in front of my mother. "Rachel's too?" I nodded again.

Now I was holding both pairs in front of my shrunken cock.

"Give them both to me." She commanded. 

I handed her both pairs with one hand keeping my other hand down to cover myself. As she took the panties she looked down at my hand and said "Don't cover up, at least stand there like a man."

"But mom...?"

"You heard me, move your hands. I want to see what made this mess all over you."

As I did move my hands slowly away, her eyes went wide and she gasped slightly. She took in the view of my flaccid cock and saw its length and girth.

"You need to be punished for this, you realize that? Don't you?" I nodded again.

She walked around me and sat on the edge of my bed. "Come over here and lay across my legs, I know I haven't spanked you for years, but you deserve exactly that!"



Caught!



I've been masturbating more than usual lately. My fiancee and I are a month away from our wedding and she's so busy with planning that, ironically, sometimes there's not much time left for "us." I've just finished a busy semester -- I'm in grad school for physics -- and suddenly find myself at home with more time on my hands while my fiancee is at work. And I've recently discovered, here on Literotica, the great recordings by LydeaTalks, which get me so turned on I can't help but take care of myself. 

My masturbation routine has been pretty much the same for a while now. A few years back, an ex-girlfriend and I were in a long distance relationship and used to have a lot of phone sex during the times between when we were able to get together. She always used a vibrator during our calls, and for Christmas one year, she decided that I should have a little toy of my own, so with a mischievous smile on her face, she gave me a rubber pussy as a stocking stuffer (so to speak). So she would know what it looked like when we were on the phone next time, she made use it in front of her the night she gave it to me. She put it down on the edge of the edge of the bed, then pulled down my pants and began giving me a very wet blowjob. One I was hard and my cock was coated in her saliva, she abruptly stopped the blowjob and pushed me toward my new toy, using her own hands to guide my cock inside of it, then bending me over the bed and pushing on my ass checks to build up a rhythm. "Fuck her," she said from behind me, giggling as she watched me hump the new toy. "God, look at the way your balls press against it! Look how deep you're going!" She told me later that she fingered herself to orgasm as she watched me get off, but I didn't see it for myself because I was so busy fucking my new present, cumming deep inside of it for her before she licked my dick clean.

That girlfriend and I have since broken up, of course, and I've ultimately gotten a new little pussy to replace the one I wore out. I bring it out whenever I masturbate, putting a couple of pillows down on the floor, then wedging the rubber pussy between them and lubing it up. I put my laptop down on the floor in front of me, searching out hot pictures of college-aged cuties baring their tits and pussies and asses or else reading some of the stories on Lit or (as I mentioned) listening to those great recordings by LydeaTalks.

My fiancee doesn't know about this toy -- or at least she didn't until one morning a few days ago.

It had been a few days since my fiancee and I had had sex -- too few hours in the day, too much stress -- so as soon as she went to work that morning, I pulled out my pillows and my toy, plopped my computer down in front of me and pulled up some photos and a recording. I was hard in an instant and I began humping my little friend as I listened to Lydea beg me to "send her my juices." I was going at that little pussy hard enough and had the volume on my computer turned up loud enough that I didn't hear my fiancee come back home, didn't hear the front door close, didn't hear her steps on the stairs, didn't hear anything at all until her voice rang out above me: "What the fuck?"

I looked up at her, standing there, her eyes wide, her mouth open. I was too startled to move at first, and even a second after that first shock, I didn't know which would be worse: staying down on the ground, my cock shoved deep inside that toy or standing up and letting her see my hard cock dripping lube. It was only after a few moments that I realized that Lydea's voice was still playing out her fantasy through the computer speakers, and I rushed to stop the recording and quickly stood up. 

"It's not what you think," I said.

"Well, it looks pretty obvious to me what you're doing," she said. "I don't think there's much else it could be." 

She was looking at the pillows, at the little pussy stuffed between them, at the photos on my laptop. She gave a little huff of disgust and shook her head.

"I'm sorry, hon," I said. "It's just that... Well, lately, we haven't had a lot of time together and...." My word faltered

She gave me a little smirk. "It doesn't look like you're sorry," she said, and glanced down.

My pants were still around my ankles, and my cock -- much as I willed it to relax, to ease my sudden humiliation -- was harder than ever.

"Get back down there," she said then.

"What?" I asked.

"You heard me," she said. "Assume the position."

I hesitated at first, but she just kept staring at me, her gaze not wavering, not blinking, and after a few moments - an eternity! - I did as she told me. I knelt back down on the floor, slid my now-raging cock into the soft rubber, and eased myself down until I was flat against the pillow.

"Now fuck it," she said. 

Where my ex-girlfriend had been giddy and giggling when she led me through using my toy the first time, my fiancee kept up a serious demeanor as she inspected what I was doing. She walked around me in her high heels, knelt down behind me to look at the spot between my legs where my cock entered the toy, knelt down again close to my face to look at my expression, then looked at the photos on my desktop. She was squatted down in front of me then, and when she looked away, I dared a peek up her skirt and saw that she was wearing a little black thong, the strap of it hugging up tight between her ass cheeks. I humped the rubber pussy a little more.

"Interested in a little ass," she said, and at first, I thought she'd caught me looking up her skirt, but then she pointed to the pictures I'd chosen for today's session: several young blondes down on all fours, their asses in the air, glancing back over their shoulders with a "come fuck me" look. 

My fiancee slid the computer out of the way. "All you had to do was ask," she said, and she knelt down in front of me, her heels against my forearms, and slid her skirt up to her waist. Then she pushed her body back toward me. "Lick it," she said then, and I began to lap at her pussy through the thong's thin fabric, but she stopped me quickly. "Not that hole," she cooed softly, and then pulled the thin string from between her cheeks. " This one."

I did as I was told, of course, licking first the outside of her cheeks and then the edges of her anus before dipping my tongue down into her tight little hole. We'd never done this before, never done much in terms of anal play. She'd never let me fuck her ass -- "not gonna happen," she said flatly, even after I told her that some of my exes had not just let me but liked it-- but sometimes she'd let me slip a finger inside of her butt as I licked her pussy and it gave her the hardest orgasms ever. And now here she was instructing me to plunge my tongue in her ass while I got off behind her.

"Lick it," she said. "Deeper," she said. And then, "Fuck that toy for me. Fuck it like you do when I'm not here," and she pushed her ass more firmly against my face.

I couldn't last much longer, and when I felt her reach her hand down and start fingering her own pussy -- her fingers brushing against my chin with each stroke -- it was more than I could take. I stuck my tongue into her as deeply as I could, rode that rubber pussy as hard as I was able, and with a grunt, pumped a thick load of cum inside of the toy. I spasmed and pulled my lips away from her

"I'm not done yet," she said then, a soft command. "Come back here until I'm finished." I kept licking her until I felt her convulse in orgasm as well. 

When she was done, she moved her thong back in place, stood up and straightened her skirt. I was still down on the ground, my cock softening, my juices spilling out around my balls. 

"I forgot my day planner in the bedroom," she said. "I was almost all the way to work when I remembered it." She was totally composed, as if we were just having a conversation in the kitchen. "Sorry to run, but I'm already late, so...." She gave a quick nod down at me. "So why don't you get cleaned up, and we'll just talk about this later."

And a few minutes later, she was gone, and I wondered what would come later that night when she returned home. 



Caught...



It's late afternoon, you've just called to say you have to work late. i miss you already. i want you home with me. i walk to the bathroom, take off all of my clothes, and step into the shower to try and relax. When i get out of the shower i see the shirt you wore yesterday hanging on the back of the bathroom door. i take it down and put it on before going back to the bedroom and curling up on the bed. Nothing much on TV, but i manage to find something that isn't too dull. The shirt still smells of you, almost like you're right here next to me.

i had no idea that your scent would have such an effect on me. Without any thought at all my hand has found its way between my legs. By the time i realize what i'm doing there's no way i can stop. It feels so good, even though i know it's against the rules. i'm only allowed to touch myself in your presence or with your permission. But, you're going to be late. You'll never know, so i continue to explore the moisture between my thighs. Rubbing my clit, slowly at first, gradually increasing the speed and pressure on the swollen knot.

When you come into the house you can hear my moans and know immediately what i am up to. You walk very quietly down the hall and stand silent in the doorway. My eyes are closed. i'm unaware of your presence. Aware only of the orgasm that is so close i can taste it. You can see how close i am as well, and walk quickly but quietly up to me. Grabbing my ankle you pull down hard so i'm lying prone on the bed. Astonished to see you, and full of fear knowing that i will be punished, i begin to whimper apologies.

You stand there, staring at me. Stone still and without expression, like you can't even hear my desperate pleas.

"Be quiet", you say softly, as you walk toward the head of the bed. i would rather you yell, you sound almost hurt, and i know now how disappointed you are. You tell me to roll over and lie on my belly. i do so, terrified of the consequences if i protest. You kneel on the bed, and grab my arms, pinning them behind my back. Taking off your tie, you use it to bind my wrists tightly together.

"Get on your knees" you say, and i manage to do it without use of my arms. i'm kneeling, facing the wall and the headboard in front of me. You get off the bed and stand beside me. Unsure of how to react and not wanting to anger you i simply plead with my eyes. You lean forward and kiss my forehead. i relax a bit, thinking maybe you aren't as infuriated as i thought.

Just as i begin to calm, you grab me by the hair and push my face to the bed. "Don't move", you growl, so i'm left on my knees, head down, ass in the air. You walk away, out of my view, but i can hear you moving about the room. 

Moments later i can feel that you're near again. i again whimper apologies, but you swiftly muffle my words with a gag tied tightly behind my head. Running your fingers down my spine, you stop with your palm flat against my ass. When you remove your hand i brace myself for the spanking, but it doesn't come, not yet.

You get on the bed and kneel behind me. i can feel the warmth of your body, but no part of you is touching me. When i least expect it, the first crack of the paddle sends shockwaves through my entire being. Squealing through the gag, defenseless, i try to prepare for the next smack of the paddle. But there's no way to prepare, you spank me erratically. There are sometimes three or four whacks in succession, but then you wait 30 or 40 seconds between wallops. Breathless and defeated, i take everything you have to give, knowing that i deserve every welt that i receive.

You throw the paddle to the floor, and again place your palm against my ass. Even you are surprised by the heat you've caused. The thrashing has left my behind red and swollen. You run your fingernails over my aching bottom and i begin to sob into the sheets. The tears streaming down my cheeks, not because i'm afraid, not because i'm in pain, only because i've disappointed you and the guilt is more than i can bear. You can see that i have learned my lesson.

Watching me get myself off has always been a turn on for you, and you're still hard from the sight of my punishable offence. You move away from my ass and cover my sex with your hand. Feeling how wet i am only excites you more and you slide your fingers to my clit. i moan softly, finally catching my breath as my tears dry on the sheet. 

Circling my clit gently with one hand you run the other back over my ass, sending shivers of pain up my spine. You like this reaction, and begin to lightly slap my already reddened ass as you rub and tease my clit. The combination of pleasure and pain is almost more than i can bear. 

You lean over me and whisper, "You won't misbehave again, will you slut?" i shake my head vehemently, assuring you that i will behave. 

You know that i have learned my lesson. You untie the gag and remove it from my lips. i feel you back away and i'm afraid that you are leaving me alone again. i cry out to you, and you quiet me with a gentle hand on my back. i can hear you removing your clothes, and i calm, knowing you won't be going very far.

i whisper to you, "please untie me, Sir".

"Not yet", you reply, "I have you right where i want you". You take your position behind me again, and lean over my body. i can feel your breath on my face, and you nibble gently on my ear lobe and the back of my neck. 

"I don't like having to punish you so harshly", you murmur, barely audible.

"i'm so very sorry, Sir", i say softly. "It won't happen again, i promise".

Still stretched out over me, your hand again makes its way between my legs. "I think you like the punishment slut", you grunt in my ear. "I think you wanted to be caught. Look how wet you are", you say, as you push the fingers that were just teasing my pussy into my mouth.

i suckle your fingers just as i would your cock. Moaning loudly, trying to show you what i want. You take your fingers from my mouth, and put your hand up under my shirt, grabbing my breasts, roughly twisting each nipple. You then slide your hand down over my belly and back to my clit. You pinch it tightly between your fingers, nearly making me cum. i groan loudly, and push my ass into you, wanting so badly to be fucked. 

"Please, Sir", i plead.

"Is this what you want?" you ask, as you tease my pussy with your cock.

"Oh yes, Sir, please, please fuck me now!"

"Just this once I will give you what you want." you grunt, as you slam your cock into my waiting sex. i yelp loudly from the abrupt entrance, and then grind myself into you, moaning satisfactorily because i am, indeed, getting exactly what i want. You fuck me hard and fast for a bit, but slow your pace before too long. Wanting to take your time and get everything you deserve before either of us climaxes.

You make love gently now, rocking with me, running your hands over my body, reaching under the shirt and teasing my nipples. Both of us grunting and moaning with pleasure, you explore my body with your hands as you continue to fuck me from behind. You run your hands down over my arms, untie my wrists and set me free. You massage my fingers gently before guiding my hand under me and to my sweet spot.

"Soon pet, you can release very soon", you whisper, as you again increase the speed and pressure of your love-making. i bring myself upright on my knees, my back against your chest, rubbing my clit with ferocity. i put my head back on your shoulder, and nibble at your neck and jawbone till you turn your head and kiss my mouth. i suck your bottom lip into my mouth, biting it gently and teasing with the tip of my tongue. The hand not concentrating on my clit is around your neck, my hand in your hair, nails running over your scalp and the back of your neck.

Running your hands up my sides, you rip open the shirt, sending buttons everywhere. Grabbing my breasts roughly, thrusting into me harder and harder, your breathing becoming rapid, muscles tensing. You push me to the bed again, slamming into me mercilessly, one hand gripping my hips and pulling me into you, the other wrapped in my hair, yanking my head back.

You feel me tensing, so close to orgasm, my pussy wrapped around your cock like a glove. You pull me back to an upright position and wrap your arms around me, holding me tightly against you.

"Now, pet", you grunt into my ear, "Cum for me now". i feel the spasms of your cock exploding its juices into me, my pussy contracting around it, milking every drop of cum from your organ. My arm again around your neck, holding you close, nails digging into your shoulder blade. You bite into the soft flesh of my neck with your last thrust into me. Exhausted and breathless you collapse onto me, pushing my body flat to the bed. 

You roll over and lay spread eagled beside me, breathing heavily, eyes closed. i put my lips to your ear, "May i clean you, Sir?"

"Yes, pet, clean your Master." you whisper softly. i position myself between your legs, taking your softening cock into my mouth. Sucking and licking gently, caressing your stomach and chest with my fingers. Satisfied that you are clean, i then lick the juices from my own fingers.

i crawl back up beside you, nestling into the crook of your arm, sighing contentedly. i close my eyes and listen to your calming heartbeat, my fingers toying with your nipples and the hair on your chest. i am completely content. Your breathing is slowing as your body relaxes, nearing sleep.

"Thank you, Sir", i whisper, almost inaudibly, "Thank you for correcting me. Thank you for loving me..." 



Caught?



Caught. What's a husband to do? How should he punish his wife for cheating? 

~~~~~~~~~~

'She's with him right now, sir. Do you want me to do anything?'

'Yes. Your job. We will put the plan we already discussed into action. We'll be attending the Company cocktail party tomorrow night at the Merriot. I've already booked a room for us and the one next door for your party. We'll be in room 1025, you're in 1023. Just pick up the room key under your own name. It's paid for. Is everything lined up?"

"Yes, sir. Are you sure this is the right way to handle this? It could get out of hand."

'It won't. I'll be there to see to that and so will you. Just be sure everything is in place.'

'Yes sir, good bye.'

~~~~~~~~~~

William was sitting in the wing-back chair, scotch neat on the table, absently playing with his pipe and pretending to read the year end reports. He heard Deb come in the front door and throw her keys on the table in the foyer. Her heels clicked on the wood floor announcing her presence in the den.

'Hi honey, sorry I'm late! Did you get my message?'

'Yes I did, dear. Did you get your client under control?'

'Finally! But I'm beat, so if you don't mind, I'll grab a quick bite in the kitchen and then I'm going to bed. Thank goodness the weekend is here!'

'That's fine, darling. Now, remember, we have the cocktail party tomorrow night, but I have a surprise for you - we are just going to stay at the hotel for the weekend - a little get away for us - and then we can really enjoy the party and not worry about driving all the way home.'

'That's a great idea. They have a nice restaurant - can we get there early enough to eat? Then we won't just have the nibbles they serve, but real food.'

'That's the plan. Come give me a kiss and get yourself to bed. I'm going to be up for awhile.'

After she had left the room, William put down the reports and downed his scotch. He got up and refilled with a strange expression on his face. He recalled an earlier conversation with Sam. Remembered asking the usual questions of the cuckold. How could she cheat on him? And with that guy? She had always behaved as if he was her one and only. Well, he now knew for a fact that he wasn't, didn't he? But why? Was it the thrill of the taboo? Was it because she could? Was it the strange cock? Well, regardless of the reason, he told Sam that he was not losing her to some random guy. So, if she wanted more sex and strange cock, that is exactly what she was going to get! And when it was over, she would either be totally pissed or totally his. Either way, he was going to get what he wanted. Her. Maybe for the last time, he told Sam, but she would know exactly how he felt and what he expected of her. Tomorrow night was going to be an experience. Sam was completely on board with the plan. And Deb was totally in the dark. Perfect.

~~~~~~~~~~

'That dinner was wonderful! I might have eaten too much though. Hope this cocktail dress still fits', Deb said, laughing. Her trim size 6 figure on her 5'6" frame was perfect for the cute little red dress. She couldn't go strapless though - her 38 D breasts needed the support of a good bra but the cleavage was worth it. She knew that the 'girls' looked good. And her butt wasn't bad either! The dress clung to the tops of her buttocks and fell about 6 inches below the bottoms. Short without being too short, sexy without being slutty. Her heels were nearly the color of her stockings and it made her look almost barefoot. Her gold jewelry was classic and understated. 

William watched her digging around in the suitcase, bent over very seductively. She stood up with a confused look on her face and turned towards him.

'Not one pair of panties! I know I took them out of the drawer. How did I manage to not put them in here? With this dress I have to wear a thong but I don't even have panties for tomorrow. Sheesh!'

'I have a confession to make, darling. I took them out.'

'What? Why? I can't go to that party without panties on!'

'Sure you can! And besides, I think it's going to be hot! Only you and I will know and I have plans for later anyway...', he grinned with the open invitation. 

'Oh? Getting frisky? Lately you've been too busy. But I'm glad to hear it. OK, it's a panty-free night then.' Deb smiled and winked at him just like old times. He thought about his plans for later, and could barely keep the smirk off his face. The plan would go forward. She needed a lesson and he was looking forward to getting what he wanted. 

He followed her into the bathroom and when she picked up her lipstick, he slid his hand between her thighs and found her already a bit moist. She closed her eyes and let out a small moan.

'Spread your legs.' He said in a low growling voice. When she did, he inserted 2 fingers in her cunt, coating them in her juices. When he pulled them out, he bought them to her mouth. 'Suck them!' She opened her mouth, he placed first one, then both fingers on her tongue and she began sucking them with slow motions, her tongue snaking between his fingers. Turning her around, he plunged his fingers back into her and used his thumb on her clit, getting her more excited by the moment. He suddenly pulled out and dipped his fingers between her breasts. 'That's the only perfume I need. And all I want you to wear. Let everyone smell your scent and wonder.'

She looked at him with eyes glazed with lust, willing to do anything at that point. She giggled like a girl and he took her mouth in a passionate, possessive kiss.

'Time to go!' He stepped back and she reached for him with a moan.

'Hey! You can't just leave me like this! Finish what you started!'

'Nope, you'll just have to wait till later. And think about it. Think about a tongue and cock driving you over the edge - again and again - all night long!'

'Mmmmm - that sounds wonderful! You're on.'

He opened the door to the room and after she stepped into the hall, unlocked the door to the adjoining room. He could hear men's voices next door and it sounded like they were having a good time. Stepping into the hallway, he took Debs' hand in his and they headed for the elevator and the party. She was thinking about her first drink and the wetness between her legs. He was thinking about what was going to happen later and smiled. Yes, the night would be one to remember.

~~~~~~~~~~

Three hours and three double 7-7's later, Deb was more than a little bit drunk. Will had brought her the drinks but hadn't mentioned that they were doubles. He knew that her inhibitions melted like warm butter on a hot stove when she got past two drinks. He watched as she danced with one of the firm's partners. He held her in such a way that made Will think that maybe he wanted more than a dance.... his hand straying from her mid-back to just above her shapely butt - not quite to groping position, but very close. 

For her part, Deb's arms were around his neck, pushing her wonderfully full breasts against his chest. If he looked down, he got a full view of luscious cleavage. Will wondered if the scent of her cunt was still there and if this man could smell it and if he could, did he want her? Of course he did! Look at him. Look at her! She was very desirable and in her present state, gave off 'fuck me' signals like a lighthouse beacon.

Will caught site of his private detective, Sam, near the elevator. Nodding to him, he then turned his attention back to Deb. It was time. He saw Sam get in the elevator and saw Sam smile as the doors closed.

When the song ended, Will retrieved Deb from his partners grasp, laughing that it was time to go - before Deb could get a hold of anything more to drink. She looked at him and smiled. She practically fell into his arms.

'Time for play? I am so horny and it's all your fault! I hope you didn't drink as much as I did. I think you planned on getting me drunk so you could take advantage of me, didn't you?' Deb smiled up at him and winked. 'I love fucking you, so you could have just asked!'

He smiled at her and standing next to the elevator, he slipped his hand under her dress and grabbed her butt. She closed her eyes and just whispered, 'more!' The elevator opened and he guided her inside.

As soon as the doors closed his hand reached between her thighs and he soon had two fingers rubbing along her clit. His mouth found hers and he held her close. The ride to the 10th floor was short, but in that time, he had managed to make her very wet and wanton.

'Soon, my love.' Opening the door to the room, he noticed that only one light was on. The connecting door was opened and Sam stood there waiting. Deb's eyes were closed and Will took that opportunity to remove his tie and use it as a blindfold. Deb giggled and kicked off her shoes.

'Tonight will be different from any other night we have had together. Tonight I will show you exactly what I want. What I expect. What I will demand in the future.'

With that, Deb felt the silk around her wrists, binding them behind her back. Smiling at this new game, she allowed herself to be led to the bed. 

'On your belly!', Will demanded in a low voice. She felt him guide her down onto the bed, face down and then felt him lift her hips and ass into the air, so that she was kneeling. He lifted her dress up so that it fell over her back and head. 

'Alright. Do it!'

Deb felt hands grasp her ankles and shoulders. Hands wandered over her ass, pussy, thighs - a tongue started licking her pussy and another was thrust into her tight ass. She tried to cry out - fear made her nearly speechless. Then she could hear Will next to her ear.

'You want strange cocks? Well, tonight you are going to get them!' As soon as she tried to speak, he shoved his handkerchief into her mouth. 'You will take what you deserve. We'll decide the future later. OK gentlemen, have your fun.' 

There were four of them. Will sat in a chair, smoking his pipe and watched as all of them took their turns with her. His only instruction was that they could not take her ass - that was his. One after another licked and then fucked her. All four men were young and had plenty of stamina. Her moans and forced orgasms becoming more and more arousing to him. His cock was at full attention inside his pants but he refused to touch it. He was saving it for her. 

One of the men removed the gag from her mouth and shoved his cock in it's place. At this point Will knew that she was enjoying this punishment - she sucked that cock like a pro! When the other men saw this, they each lined up for a deep throat blow job that Will knew from experience was incredible. 

As the last man finally exploded inside her well fucked, stretched out pussy, Will stood and unzipped his pants. Walking over to the bed, he grabbed Deb's hair and pulled her head around to his cock. She sucked it with the enthusiasm of a $5 whore. Thinking of her punishment kept him from shooting it down her throat. He wanted her ass. 

Until now, her ass had been off limits to him. Not anymore. Tonight he would take what he wanted. She had been taking her pleasure elsewhere, now it was his turn to use her like the whore she was.

He pulled out of her mouth. 'Hold her tight', he told the men. Deb felt the hands securing her, ass up, totally exposed. She could feel their cum running down her legs and pooling on the bed. She tried to move to the side, but was held in firm hands - there was no escape.

Will ran his cock down her ass and watched as her sphincter spasmed. He knew she would be tight. A little saliva for lube and then he laid the head of his engorged cock against this tight little opening. She started moaning and he could hear her pleading, 'No, no, nooooooo!' 

'Shut her up!' Deb felt a hand over her mouth - The blindfold had slipped and her eyes were now open in fear, anticipation and just a little bit of excitement too. Will, steeling himself against her protests, began to slowly slide into her. He felt the resistance but once the head was in, he stopped and waited for her to relax around his shaft. As soon as he felt her relax he entered her in one swift stroke. She bucked against her captors, but this didn't help her to get away from the intense feelings of fullness. He started to pump in earnest. He had never felt anything so wonderful! Within a few minutes, he knew that he would not be able to hold out for long. With a final pause, he then stroked in and out in a steady rhythm - pulling nearly out with each stroke and burying himself to the balls with each thrust. After just a few of these he could feel his balls tighten up and then he exploded deep inside her - pulling her hips into himself, he held on for all he was worth.

After a minute, he finally stopped spasming and withdrew his spent cock and admired her gaping asshole. Then he slapped her on the ass and sat down heavily on the bed. He motioned for the men to release Deb. As they stepped away, she fell over onto her side, breathing hard. 

'Untie me.' She said softly. Reaching up, Will untied her wrists and watched as she brought her hands around and began to rub her wrists. He reached up and removed his tie - it had slipped down around her neck. Her dress was probably ruined. There was a puddle of cum on the bed, running out of her pussy and now, her ass.

The men all slipped through the connecting door and closed it quietly. They were alone. Will stood up and zipped his pants. Without looking at her, he walked to the table that held a bottle of scotch and glasses. Pouring 3 fingers worth into the glass, he finally turned towards her. And smiled.

'Is that what you had in mind, darling? None of them knew that this scenario was fantasy fulfillment for both of us. Sam is convinced that you have been having an affair. You did a good job of looking disheveled coming out of Dr. Zami's office. Too bad your treatments are over.'

'Yeah, who knew that acupuncture would really work? But I haven't had a cigarette for 4 weeks.' She stood up, a bit unsteady and feeling every muscle. 'I'm going to shower now. And you do know that I will get even with the you for the butt fucking! You knew that has always been a no no. You better let Sam in on the secret.'

'I will. Of course, he may be willing to participate in future 'punishments' if you'd like. And as for your ass? I told you that you would know what I wanted and would expect in the future. Your ass is mine from now on, do you understand?'

Smiling a devilish grin, she winked one last time. 'Yes dear!'



Caught



I got home from work the other day and all I could think about how much I wanted a nice long hot shower. I stripped my work clothes off and ran down the stairs wearing only a towel since I was heading directly to the shower. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, my father walked through the hall and stopped in front of me. I thought he had already left.

We stood staring at each other for a brief moment and my breath caught. 

Daddy is the sexiest man I have ever known. He is confident, sensual and nearly everything he does has an eroticism to it that affects me deeply. Lately, I have been finding he is the centre of most of my masturbatory fantasies which makes being physically close to him very unnerving but even more so when I am nearly naked.

He smiled and I inhaled deeply and smiled back as he wagged his car keys in the air in front of him. "Can't go far without these," he said as he walked around me toward the front door. "I'll be back in a couple hours," he called over his shoulder.

"See ya!" I called back as I headed to the shower and he closed the door behind him.

I reached into the tub to run the water and saw the wet bottom. Daddy must have showered before he left. I ran the shower and stepped into the hot spray still thinking of him. As the water ran over me my skin prickled at the heat and I thought about how he had just been standing there feeling the water run over his body, soaping and rinsing himself. 

I wet the gauze sponge under the spray, squeezed the body wash onto it, and began washing. The texture of the gauze felt almost rough against my sensitized skin and the initial coolness of the body wash heightened the sensation.

By the time I reached my breasts, my nipples were tingling. I swirled the sponge around my breasts and then over my nipples, feeling them tighten against the gauze. I tried to dispel all thoughts of him as I continued to wash but by the time I rinsed I could feel the warm tingle of my labia swelling. 

I towelled off and darted up the stairs, my overly warm skin feeling the cold. I hung the towel in my room and thought how nice it would be to masturbate without worry at being overheard. Then I thought about Daddy's room. 

I walked slowly into his room, feeling his presence as if he were there. His bed covers were drawn back as if he had just left the bed and it was too inviting to ignore. 

I lay on my back and pulled his covers over me. The coolness of his sheets was a pointed contrast to my body heat and I felt my nipples tighten once more. I lay there with my eyes closed, arms at my sides and thought about how I was lying where Daddy had lain earlier; how my naked body was in the place his naked body had recently been. 

The rise and fall of my breathing moved the sheets almost imperceptibly across my nipples and I shuddered at the sensation of the soft touch. I became aware of the feeling of the sheet against my tummy and how it curled down to the delta of my mound; everything the barest of touches. I wondered if that would be how Daddy would touch me; gently, softly, slowly arousing me.

I parted my legs slightly and raised one hand under the covers to my breast and cupped it, slowly squeezing it up to my nipple and gasped at the pleasure in the pressure. 

The sheet shifted and cupped my mound almost touching my lips and I tilted my hips up to meet the touch. I thought about how the sheet would cling to Daddy's body in the same way and my breathing increased as my clit throbbed. 

I slowly trailed my other hand down my stomach to my labia and softly stroked them up and down, never touching my clit; never parting my lips but feeling my arousal grow powerfully. 

I thought about Daddy lying in this same spot and masturbating. I thought about how his big, powerful hands would look stroking his hard penis. As my fingers slid down my lips I thought about how his breathing would change and his hips would move. I slowly pressed the tip of my middle finger between my lips and into the wetness gathering at my vaginal opening and wondered what he thought about when he masturbated. 

I drew my finger up and pressed it gently against my clit. I gasped at the sensation and the covers slid to my ribcage, exposing my breasts. I wondered what would happen if Daddy came home and found me like that. I thought about him watching me and then touching me. I circled my finger around my clit slowly; Daddy's finger. I squeezed my breast to the nipple and felt it harden impossibly; Daddy's hand. I felt my vaginal walls clench and ached to be filled. 

I turned then, to the noise at the door and saw him. For a moment I thought I was imagining him and then he stepped into the room and stopped.

"Daddy," I gasped and froze.

"You should continue," he said gently. I didn't move. "What were you thinking about?"

"I can't tell you," I said weakly, embarrassed.

"Continue what you were doing," he repeated and then waited for me to resume.

I squeezed my nipple gently and pressed my clit.

"What are you thinking about?" he repeated. His tone was... aroused and gently insistent. 

"You," I whispered, shyly

"What about me?" he asked, as he walked very slowly toward the bed.

"I was thinking... I thought..." I stammered, "how exciting it would be to have you find me and..."

"And?" he stood next to the bed and I could then see his arousal; in his eyes as they drank me in the way he does, by the way he leaned slightly over me, and by the outline of his erection. It relaxed me and gave me courage to speak more freely.

"...and how I would like to cum while you watch."

"What then?"

"Then... I would want you to..." I trailed off, losing courage.

"Tell me" he said, quietly demanding. "Say it."

"I would want you to clean me up. I want to feel your tongue, your breath, your lips..."

He sighed deeply. My entire body was straining to have contact with him; to touch him and have him touch me, but I don't move.

His eyes flickered over me again and, as if he could feel the strain, he raised a hand and let it hover over my breast. It was close enough that I could feel the heat as if he were touching me and the incomplete connection made me ache. I shuddered and my nipples and aureoles hardened.

Daddy watched them and then very slowly reached his other hand forward and pulled the covers down the end of the bed. His eyes followed the covers and then travelled back up my body until our gazes locked.

"Spread your lips; show Daddy your hard clit." His voice was so quiet and measured that it gave me goose bumps. I parted my legs further, lowered my other hand and spread my lips wide for him, feeling my clit extend. His eyes followed my movement and I felt them as if they were his hands.

"That's it," he sighed, "Very good." He lowered his hovering hand and kneaded my breast.

The feel of his hand was exquisite. Coupled with the exposure of my clit and the almost touch of my own fingers my abdomen clenched and I shuddered again.

He squeezed my breast and the pressure in my already erect nipple was pleasurable to the point of pain and I gasped and moaned. I saw his cock jump and my entire focus became fellating him while he teased my nipples until I came.

The thought must have clearly shown in my eyes because he grinned and moved his other hand to his waistband. He undid his pants, let them drop to the floor and placed a knee beside me on the bed to feed me his cock. 

I took the head hungrily and swirled my tongue over it, pressing it against my tongue and then the roof of my mouth as I swallowed it. I tightened my lips around the root and then pulled him from my mouth, firmly pressing my tongue against him until I felt the velvety head once again.

He moaned, deeply and I felt the vibration of it in his cock. 

One hand squeezing and teasing my nipple, the other in my hair, he pressed his hips toward me and I took his cock in and out of my mouth over and over again, each time pressing his head further and further down my throat. 

He murmured to me about how my mouth felt, how aroused he was, how he wanted me to cum for him and how erotic it was that I would cum without either of us touching my pussy.

I placed one hand between his legs, alternating between trailing my fingers over his balls and gently rimming him. He moaned loudly and whispered, "Yes, my darling."

With my other hand I pinched and teased my other nipple. My clit throbbed at the feeling of having Daddy's cock in my mouth; that I was so obviously pleasuring him. I thought about how he would cum for me and how I would cum for him. I thought about how it would feel to finally be filled with him and how incredible it felt to feel him touch me. I ached to feel more than just his one hand against me but was so incredibly aroused to feel the contact of only his cock and his hand. He pinched my nipple sharply and my hips bucked. 

"Yes, my darling, cum for me," he whispered hoarsely. "Cum for Daddy so I can taste you."

He moved his hand from my hair and gripped my other breast, squeezing tightly at the nipple. 

"Spread yourself for me. I want to watch your pussy cum for me."

I reached down and spread my lips wide for him, my abdomen clenching at the pressure of my clit extending the hood. 

Daddy saw it. "That's it. Cum for me," he urged, "cum with my cock in your mouth. I want to feel your climax through my cock."

My abdomen clenched again and I came with a primal moan and Daddy's cock deep in my throat.

He stepped back, pulling his hard cock from my mouth and I whimpered at the loss of contact. He smiled as he moved between my legs.

I pulled my knees up and placed my feet flat on the bed as he stretched out between them and lowered his head. 

He flattened his tongue and slowly licked my juices from my inner thighs then moved to the crease of my legs, and onto my labia. Long, slow, leisurely licks that were so powerfully erotic I felt my next climax building.

He pointed his tongue and pressed it against my anus, rimming me and lapping up the result of my climax. He then dragged his tongue up my slit to my clit and flicked at it playfully while I arched against him. His tongue trailed slowly up and down the length of my slit getting deeper and deeper between my labia each time until he reached my vagina. 

He pressed his thumbs against my lips, opening them to him, and sank his tongue deep into my cunt. Finally the penetration I ached for. My hips bucked involuntarily and Daddy moaned and pulled his head back.

"You taste so damn good!" he exclaimed and then pressed his tongue into me again. 

I moaned loudly as he licked and sucked at my cunt, driving me to another orgasm. 

"Yes!" I moaned, "Eat my pussy, Daddy. Make me cum for you!"

He dragged his tongue up to my clit and began flicking it up and down; back and forth, until I was grinding against him. I ran my hand down my body and placed it on his head. The realization that my Daddy had his head between my legs was nearly overwhelming.

"Yes Daddy!" I moaned, "Make me cum." 

He sucked my clit into his mouth and I felt his teeth press against it. My legs locked against him and I came, arching and shuddering beneath him. 

He flattened his tongue and pressed it against my clit until my orgasm had subsided and then he sat up on the edge of the bed. 

I looked at him; my breathing still a little ragged, and wondered what had happened. He was still ragingly hard and I desperately wanted to make him cum. 

Before I could speak he did, and quietly enough I could barely hear him.

"Walk over to the desk and stand facing it," he said in a measured, commanding tone.

I immediately stood and did so.

"Spread your legs."

I did.

"Now slowly bend over the desk and place your palms on its top."

I did so and heard him inhale deeply and then quietly moan, "That's it."

Those two words from him made me instantly wet.

I heard him rise and walk toward me. I felt his proximity through the heat of his body though not a single touch. I felt his breath on my shoulder as he stood beside me and then he gently caressed my buttock. My skin rippled at the touch and I pressed back physically begging for a firmer touch. 

Down his hand slid to the top of my thigh then up and over the curve to my tailbone. Twice he did that and then, on the down stroke his fingers curled and he cupped my ass and kept moving forward until his finger slipped into my pussy. I arched back and he chuckled but withdrew immediately.

He placed his hand on the curve of my buttock again and slid it down, this time curling his wet finger to press against my anus. I moaned quietly and pressed back. 

"That's it," he crooned, "let me in." He pressed harder, his finger sliding slowly into my ass. I pressed back again with a moan and he pushed his finger deeper into me.

When he had buried his finger in my ass his other hand began caressing my buttocks the same as he had before; slowly, gently, up, over the curve and down again. 

This time, he raised his hand and brought it down sharply on my left cheek. I yelped and pressed against his finger. Daddy moaned softly and turned his hips to me, his hard cock bobbing near my mouth, precum glistening on the head.

I snaked my tongue out and tasted him eagerly. "You taste so good, too," I announced as I leaned forward to suck his cockhead into my mouth. His hand glided over my ass again and then another sharp spank. I jumped and took more of his cock into my mouth.  

He brought his hand down hard again and I yelped as my pussy clenched then I sucked him deeper into my wet mouth. 

He moaned as his head reached the back of my throat and spanked me hard again. 

Two more sharp spanks on each cheek had me writhing and pressing against his hand. 

"Your ass turns a lovely shade of pink, my dear," he teased, as he moved behind me, slid his free hand between my labia and spread them wide. "The same shade as your swollen pussy, actually."

He teased my pussy with his finger and slid it to my engorged clit and I moaned, helplessly. 

He placed the head of his cock to my pussy and I arched back. 

"Not yet," he warned and laid his cock between my cheeks below his hand and slid it down until his cockhead was against my pussy and then slid it back up between my cheeks. 

The heat from his spanking had spread, making every nerve ending tingle. He continued to press his finger into my ass and then slightly pull out; just enough to feel the friction of it, the change in pressure. Coupled with his finger on my clit and stroking his cock against me I couldn't take it anymore.

"Fuck me, Daddy," I begged. "I need to feel your cock." 

He inhaled sharply and I felt his hand slide over me to my hip and his fingers dig into it.

I braced myself and felt Daddy drive his cock deep into me in one hard thrust and then stop, buried deep in my pussy. 

I writhed on his cock. 

"Right there," he purred to me, "That's it." 

Something deep inside me clicked then and lust completely took over. 

"Take my pussy, Daddy." I shouted, "Fuck me hard."

His fingers tightened on my hip and he thrust into me, pushing me forward on the desk. 

He pulled his finger out as he pulled his cock out and then drove both back into me again. 

He thrust into me like that over and over again, pounding his hips against me and driving his finger and his cock deeper and deeper into me. 

I needed to cum for him with every fibre of my being and I moaned and keened like an animal. 

"Cum with me, Daddy, give me your cum."

He moaned and thrust faster and harder.

"Yes Daddy. Cum for me, fill me with your cum." 

My legs began to shake and suddenly my climax hit me so deeply; so quickly, that I leaned forward on the desk screaming with its power.

Daddy's fingers dug hard into my hip and he thrust deeply into me, arching his back and moaning loudly as he emptied his load into me, my pussy still clenching his shaft. 

We laid there against the desk and regained our breathing. My legs were like rubber and when Daddy moved from atop me I almost slid off the desk. He wrapped an arm around me and guided me to the bed and sat me on the edge. Trembling and weak with satiation I could hardly hold myself upright. Daddy climbed into bed behind me and pulled me next to him where I fell deeply asleep. 

When I awoke, I was lying on my back with the covers over me and for a moment I didn't know where I was. Then I remembered; Daddy's room. I looked around the room in the fading light. Nothing disturbed; not even the covers next to me, not a sound in the house, and Daddy wasn't there...



Caught



Chapter 1

When I take the time to look at my life, at where I find myself today, I can't help but wonder how I got here. Like anything else, nothing happens overnight. One step at a time, one foot in front of the other, is how most things change. Still, when I look in a mirror I can't see that silly naïve girl/woman I used to be.

I used to be a young married woman, totally in love with my husband, and mother to a sweat little boy. I was happy. Life was simple. I had a nice job, family, and lots of friends surrounding me. We had a good sex life. And I had day dreams, fantasies. I guess those fantasies is how this all got started.

Exploring fantasies can help keep a marriage fresh. What about fantasies that a husband can't help a wife to investigate? What about a little "woman on woman" action, for example? Some husband might like to watch something like that, but not my husband. What happens when a wife wants to be more adventurous than her husband? Swinging, 3-somes, orgies, or open marriage are some examples. And what about those secret desires that a wife might have that a husband would never agree too? 

I guess it was one of those fantasies that got me into trouble, and continues to plague me even today. My husband was a good man but he didn't want to do some of the things that fascinated me. Had he been a little more adventurous I might not have ever explored some of my private fantasies. Fantasies usually remain fantasies until opportunity presents itself. That how I found myself sucking on my first black cock. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help myself. He was a friend from work. He was easy to talk with. We flirted a little and shared some of our fantasies with each. A little show and tell and I soon found my lips wrapped around his cock. His cock was twice as big as my husbands. When he would cum I would have a hard time swallowing it all. How could one man shot so much. With what little my husband could produce I'm surprised I ever got pregnant.

I love how silky it felt, yet hard as black steel. Just like doing drugs, sucking cock soon led to being fucked by a huge black cock. What my husband and I did could not be compared. I tried to define it as my husband made love to me. My black lover FUCKED me. But I soon found that there was nothing in the name. My lover did things to me that my husband would never be about to do. My lover would make me cum so hard that my toes would curl up. Every inch of my body would tingle. 

Then my lover turned into more than one black man. I don't mean I was doing more than one at a time, but more than one lover. I couldn't say no. I couldn't stay away. I loved having my pussy stretched out. I loved being pounded. I love how strong they were and that they could fuck forever. But I got careless. I got caught. And I kissed a good marriage down the drain. You'd think that would have taught me a lesson. But it didn't. I just didn't have to hide what I was doing as much. So whenever I could I had a black cock in my mouth or up my pussy. I hated thinking of myself as a black cock whore, but that is what I was turning into.

I found that black cock might as well be an illegal drug. I was hooked on it and couldn't get enough. But I found that taking chances, getting caught, could be almost as powerful of a drug. I didn't seem to have any self control. I was lost and didn't care.

A year after my divorce my son walked in on me. I was giving my current lover a blow job right in our living room. Anyone could have walked in on us, and as luck would have it, my son was the one to see me on my knees. Our eyes made contact. My mouth was as full of my lovers 12" cock as I could get. My son's eyes were as big as saucers. He hesitated, then he ran away, but he hesitated. It was his hesitation that turned me on so much more. Guessing what he was thinking and feeling made me so hot. I continued to suck that steel rod but my mind was working overtime. I almost had an orgasm when loverboy shoot off into my mouth.

I kept wondering. Was my son turned on? Would he jerk off over it later tonight? Would he try and caught us again? Would he spy on me at other times? I almost had another orgasm just thinking about it.

Chapter 2

The big question was, does all that history explain what I saw today? Did I like what I saw? And if so, does that make me a pervert? Let me continue.

After some time I finally met another nice man. He was fun to be around and it didn't take long for me to fall in love again. You'd think that would change my world, but it didn't. I also found time for a black lover. As with the others, he was hung like a horse. My new man was hung like a hamster! I just couldn't stay away from huge black cocks. So while this new man of mine and I dated and got closer, my black obsession kept my poor little pussy very well fucked. I hate the word "nigger", but my black lovers kept asking me if I loved "nigger dick". I truly did love those cocks, but I hated most of the men that fuck me. They treat me like shit. If it wasn't for their cocks I wouldn't be caught dead with any of them. But then again, there is something about being treated like shit and used for their pleasure that can be a turn on too.

My new man asked me to marry him. I agreed, then went off to get my brains fucked out by my lover's big black snake. On one hand I wanted to stop and go straight. On the other hand, how could I possibly give up something that felt so good? It didn't help that I had met an on-line friend that loved to drove me crazy with all his sex stories that were based on my life. I shared all me secrets with him and he used them against me. He kept tempting me to cheat. He got me so hot talking about this shit that sooner or later I found myself on my back, with my knees up around my ears, getting my pussy drilled out.

I was very careful to not get caught. I'd read those sexy stories and I knew I'd be spreading my legs for some black cock soon enough. My on-line pervert also toyed with me about degrading my new hubby and my son. We played with all different kinds of fantasies. If only 1% of that stuff ever came try I'm not sure how I could handle that. Those stories were soooooooo bad.

So why is all this history rolling around in my head, you ask. Well, I got caught again. Last night I found that my computer was on and one of those stories my internet perverted friend had written for me was on the screen. Did I leave it that way? Did anybody else see it? How would my son react if he saw that stuff? Even more scary, what would hubby say?

Well I didn't have long to find the answer to my questions. I came home from a long day at work. I opened the door and walked into the living room. What I saw made me wonder if this is what my son felt like all those years ago (when he caught me)? There on the couch was my hubby, feeding my son his cock. Hubby had his hands on the back of his head and was face fucking my son. 

Once again, my son and I made eye contact. He looked scared, but made no effort to stop what was happening. And I was like a deer in headlights, froze to that very spot. Then hubby saw me. Instead of stopping and being ashamed, he greeted me cheerfully. He kept slipping his cock, as small as it was, into my son's mouth. He asked me if this was what I wanted to watch. "Or would you rather watch me fuck him in the ass"? He smiled but I could see the anger in each trust of his hips. He must have read the stories about me and my black lovers doing terrible things to him and my son.

How much did he know? How much had he read? I didn't have long to find the answered to those questions. He asked me if I'd like it better if my son were being used by a black man better. "I mean, if it's good enough for you it should be good enough for your son"! Then he found a way to embarrass me as much as I had embarrassed him. He said his dick may by small but he'll still be able to make my son squeal like a pig.

I was about to speak when hubby told me to hold that thought. He returned his attention to my son' mouth as he picked up his speed. A second later hubby was arching his back and howling at the moon, as he exploded a load of cum into my son's mouth. Hubby held tight to the back of his head, so my son had no choice but to swallow his load.

Chapter 3

I knew we would have to talk about what hubby had found out about me sometime soon. But tonight he was calling all the shots. He wanted dinner to be served on time, so I got busy making something simple.

I had no idea what roll my son played in hubby getting even with me. Was he a willing partner, knowing that it would drive me crazy? And by crazy, I mean both ways. It was both embarrassing and a turn on. I was both shocked and wet between the legs at what I saw earlier.

Half way through supper hubby stood up and told my son to drop his pants. Hubby moved over to my son, bent him over the table, and moved in behind him. My son's face lay flat on the table less that a foot from my plate. He looked me right in the eye as hubby shoved his cock up my son's ass.

My son never took his eyes off me. He grimaced in pain and moaned with pleasure. I looked away from my son's face and saw the hubby was looking directly at me as well. He was pounding his cock in and out of my son's tight ass. How do I know my son's ass was tight? Hubby kept telling it was. He said it was tighter than mine. 

I knew what was coming next. Hubby start firing off remarks about the size of the black cocks I have been playing with. He made remarks about how dissatisfying sex with him must be now. He knew what he thought would hurt me most. He said I was too stretched out for a normal man to ever be able to please again. He made nasty remarks about my sagging boobs and ass. He said that the spot, freckles, all over my body look like something he used to see when he got "high" back in college. He said if you stared too long at all those spots that it gave him a headache. All the while, he never stopped pounded my son's ass.

Hubby kept insulting me, the way I looked, and what people would think if they ever found out about me. As hubby emptied another load of cum, this time in my son's ass, I wondered how long he would make this punishment last. It was going to a long night, for all of us. 

But just when it looked like my hubby was satisfied with his outburst I stole his thunder away from him. I slide my chair back from the table, pulled up my dress, and took off my panties. I stuffed them into my son's mouth, hiked up my legs and started playing with myself. The humiliation had turned me on so much. As I was fingering myself I started giving hubby instruction on how to use my son more. I said "if you don't make momma happy maybe I'll bring my lover over here and let him use you ass like you did my son.

He hung his head in defeat. I told him it was going to be a long night. Before it was over he just might find himself returning the favor to my son. Maybe I'd use one of my big toys on hubby's ass while I make him blow my son. I finished off his humiliation with a very simple statement. I told him to keep making me happy or the next time his daughter visited I'd take her with me so she could see what a real cock felt like.

Momma always wins!



Caught



I was 18, in my last year of boarding school. I was lying in my cot, feverishly rubbing my clit and trying not to make any wet sounds or rustling that might be heard by the other girls. I hadn't counted on Sister Mary making her rounds and catching me while my eyes were squeezed shut near the climax. Without a word or a sound, she snatched my hand away through the blanket, took hold of my arm, and all but dragged me from the room. A quelling look ensured that I wouldn't make undue noise and wake the other girls.

I was shaking, both from being denied the release I'd been so close to obtaining, and from fear about what she might do. Call my parents? Send me home in disgrace? I was not prepared for the gathering of people in the theatre room where we held school plays. Puzzled, I looked around and saw several nuns, a priest, a few classmates, a number of people who usually only came to the school on official business, and the groundskeeper. 

There was an old Victorian desk that usually sat in the wings waiting for its next use as a prop, but now it was in the center of the stage, and had been transformed into something entirely different. It had been opened to reveal its hidden purpose as a reclining chair of sorts, with odd stirrups like at the gynecologist's office. Oh. I felt the wetness release between my tightly clenched thighs as I was led to the desk on the stage. A classmate, head down and half-supported by a nun, was being led away from the desk. 

I was seated on the ancient brocade and pushed into a reclining position by several people who gathered around, and several others secured my ankles with straps attached to the stirrups, and then pulled my knees outward and secured them to leg rests on either side. If it weren't for my white flannel nightgown, I knew that my engorged and pulsing clit, and the wetness surrounding it, would be visible to everyone in the room. No sooner did I have that thought than hands tugged the nightgown up to reveal me in all my wet and clenching glory.

I moaned a bit, and looked questioningly at Sister Mary. She frowningly told me "If you are going to use your body as a sexual playground, you might as well share it. This will be your punishment, and if you persist in this behavior, you will get more of the same."

These words were the signal the people had been waiting for. They gathered more closely around me, and one man was pushed forward toward the kneeling rest between my thighs. Sister Mary announced that the Official Licker would prepare me for my night's punishment. 

He settled in and inquiringly probed between my nether lips with his tongue. He licked around my clit teasingly, plunged his tongue once into me, and then began gently suckling my clitoris, as though it were a small cock. He pulled it gently into his mouth and sucked rhythmically, running his tongue under it and up into me in a maddening move designed to make me lose control. I tried not to react, but his expert ministrations soon had me squirming and grinding my clit into his mouth while all around hands fondled my nipples and stroked all of the sensitive exposed skin on my body. 

Remembering all the people looking on, I tried to hold absolutely still and not give in. That was when I realized that the Official Licker was not ever going to stop. I lay there, exposed before all these people, trying to hold still and not let on that I was near the brink of an orgasm, and then I saw some things I hadn't noticed before. 

One of the nuns held a huge white rubber dildo. It bobbed menacingly in her no-nonsense grasp. The groundskeeper, known to be mentally slow, held what looked to be an even more gigantic dildo. Then I realized it was his own cock. I looked back at the dildo, and figured that the dildo was meant to stretch me to accomodate the groundskeeper's huge member. The Licker started nibbling and sucking my clit in a new rhythm just then, and I finally gave myself up to the long-pending orgasm, my entire body vibrating as I ground my clit into the Licker's face and cried out.

I think I may end up being caught again.



Caught!



It all happened so quickly that I can barely remember the details. It was a Saturday afternoon and I was doing my laundry in the dorm laundry room when she came in. I've seen her around campus before and regularly pictured her naked body pressed against mine while I pleasured myself. Her name is Carrie. She is almost as tall as I am at about 5'7" with bleach blond hair and a killer body. She always wears tight pants or short skirts that show off her legs. Her tops were always so tight that her breasts strained against the fabric; usually the outline of her nipples was also visible.

I was loading my clothes into the dryer when she walked over to the dryer next to mine to check on her clothes. I tried not to stare but I couldn't help it. I openly leered at her as her hips swayed from side to side while she strode across the room. I stepped back to get a better look of her tight ass while she bent over to check on her clothes. After a brief moment she stood back up and left the room. My heart was racing. That was the closest that I had ever been to my dream girl, I could still smell her perfume lingering in the air.

I'm not sure what came over me, but a sick idea sprung into my mind. As soon as she left the room I glanced around to see that I was alone. Knowing that her panties were in the dryer next to me I thought about how hot it would be to wrap a pair of her panties around my cock while I jerked off. I knew I would never have another chance like this again. My heart pounded in my chest and I felt light headed as I stepped closer to the dryer. With one eye on the door I opened up the lid. I knew I had to act quickly so I reached in and grabbed the first pair of panties that I saw. I held them in my hand while I closed the lid with the other. As the lid closed my heart stopped. Carrie walked right through the doorway into the room. I don't think that she saw me going into her dryer but she definitely saw me awkwardly stepping back away from the machine while I not so discreetly shoved her panties into my pocket. It was clear what I had done. I didn't even have a chance to turn the dry cycle back on. "What the fuck are you doing in my machine?"

"I was just checking to see if it was empty" I struggled to compose myself.

"Bullshit. You saw me a minute ago. What the fuck were you doing?"

Her eyes darted to my pocket as she stepped towards me. Her arm swung out and grabbed her panties that weren't pushed all the way into my pocket. Holding them up she said in disbelief.

"What kind of pervert are you? Who goes around stealing other people's underwear?" She was clearly pissed off and her voice was getting louder.

"What's going on Carrie?" Another voice came from behind her. It was her roommate Ashley. Carrie turned away from me to address her friend.

"I caught this fucking weirdo stealing my panties! That's what's going on."

"What the fuck? Who does that?"

I didn't even get a chance to speak. Everything was moving so fast.

"Should we call the cops?"

Shit.

"I don't want to deal with that. Why don't we punish him ourselves?"

Carrie reached for my wallet that was on top of my dryer and pulled out my student ID.

"Well now, Roger. I think you need to be punished. What are we going to do with you?"

"Carrie, don't forget tonight is the big rush event. We can't miss that for this freak."

"You're right, that is tonight. Wait a second. Maybe Roger can help us tonight."

"What? How can he help us?"

"Maybe he can help us get our pictures."

"You can't be serious Carrie."

"I don't see why not? The punishment fits the crime right?"

"Well we better hurry if you want to do this."

Carrie loaded her clothes into an empty basket and told Ashley to make sure I didn't get away. She grabbed my arm and told me to do what I was told.

"Listen freak. We have your ID. If you don't do everything we say we will call the cops and we will post a copy of your ID all over campus with a note saying what you did. Do you understand?"

Still shocked at what was happening, all I could manage was a feeble nod.

"Good. Now let's go up to our room and get ready."

My head was spinning as they dragged me through the lobby of the dorm and up to their room. They had a two person room that shared a bathroom with another two person room. Carrie mentioned that their neighbors were away for the weekend so we had the bathroom to ourselves for the night.

As soon as the door was shut behind us I felt their hands assaulting my body. My shirt was ripped right off me. My pants were tossed into the corner. In the blink of an eye I was standing naked in front of the girl I was in love with and her hot friend. They took their time examining my body commenting to each other.

"I think this just might work Carrie."

"Yeah, it's a good thing he has such a small penis!"

The girls laughed at me why Ashley roughly grabbed my cock. I had an instant hard on as soon as she grabbed me. I was still a virgin and this was the first time that a girl had touched my cock.

"That is the smallest penis I've ever seen."

"How pathetic, I can barely find it through all that hair."

She must have seen the look on my face while she handled my cock.

"Oh no, you don't get to enjoy this you fucking freak. This is a punishment, one that you will never forget. Now go get in the shower and shave all the hair off your body. Use the body wash in the pink bottle too."

She let go of my cock and pushed me into their bathroom. I didn't know what they had in store for me but as long as it involved them playing with my cock I wondered how bad it could be. I assumed that they were just having fun with me so I decided to play along. After a quick shower I was all shaved up and I smelled like lilacs from the body wash. I wrapped a towel around myself and entered the bedroom. The girls were digging through their drawers looking for clothes when I walked in. Ashley was mostly dressed but Carrie was still dressed in just a bra and panties. Ashley wore a red corset that had a black lace design sewn into it. She had a pair of matching red panties and black thigh high stocking held up by garter straps attached to the corset. Carrie wore a leopard print satin bra with pink trim and a pair of matching satin leopard print panties with the same pink lace trim.

"Carrie, I can't find my padded bra. Do you have one?"

"Only this one"

"Well, I think we need it."

Without skipping a beat Carrie unclasped her bra revealing her spectacular breasts. I watched her breast gently bouncing around as she handed the bra to Ashley. A minute later she had stripped off her panties too and was now standing inches away from me completely naked. I carefully examined every inch of her body down to the curve of her shaved pussy mound.

"I guess you're going to get what you wanted after all."

I felt Ashley behind me reaching around my chest as she slipped my arms through the straps of Carrie's bra. Carrie knelt down and guided my feet into the leg holes of her panties. The warmth of her hands felt amazing as they brushed against my freshly shaven skin while she pulled the panties up my legs. She took my penis, with much more care than her friend did earlier, and tucked it into her panties. I could still feel the heat of her body in the soft fabric that encased my cock. Over the next ten minutes, the girls quickly dressed me in a tight denim skirt and a tight white t-shirt that did nothing to hide my leopard print bra beneath it. Through the whole process Carrie took several pictures of me dressed in their clothes. Ashley stuffed my bra with panties while Carrie plucked my eyebrows and began working on my makeup. My outfit was finished off with a pair of black high heels and a blond wig. After finishing my outfit the girls finished themselves off as well. The rest of Ashley's outfit consisted of a pleated wrap around skirt and high heels and Carrie wore a short chiffon skirt and a loose fitting halter top with a plunging neckline. They finished up their makeup and then poured three shots of tequila before we left. Carrie gave me a pill and told me that it would help loosen me up. We took our shots, I washed the pill down with mine and we were off.

As we walked down the hallway I realized that I had a problem.

"You'd better get good at walking in heels missy. You have a long night ahead of you."

"Missy! What a great name for our new friend."

"How about Sissy!"

"Ooooh, even better."

"Let's go Sissy; we don't want to be late."

I struggled to keep up with them, but slowly got the hang of it. As we walked across campus they explained the plan to me. They were both pledges for the Delta house and part of the initiation was picture night. The pledges were paired up, Ashley and Carrie were a pair, and each pair was sent to a different frat party. Each pair had two cameras and the goal was to get as many pictures of penises as possible before midnight. One point was awarded for a picture of a penis, two points if your hand was on it, three points if your mouth was on it, and you got five points for each penis if there was more than one in the picture. Carrie explained that they were on the verge of getting in and they had to win the contest to make sure that made it.

"But Carrie, we only have two cameras"

"That's ok, Sissy can use mine. The guys at the party don't know who the pledges are anyway." She took my arm in her hand before continuing "Now Sissy, I'm counting on you. If you let me down everyone on campus will know about you. Don't forget about the pictures from the dorm. Your job is to get as many penis pictures as you can. Do you understand?"

"I don't know if I can do this." I pleaded.

"Shut the fuck up Sissy! You don't have a choice. Either you do this or you're fucked. Got it?"

My head was spinning. How did this happen to me?

"Ok"

"Oh yeah, I would be careful if I were you. If anyone finds out what you're hiding under that skirt it will not be good for you."

Carrie pinned her pledge pin on my shirt and told me that there was a rule during pledge week that nobody could have sex with a pledge, but ominously she added that anything else was fair game. I realized that my voice would be a dead giveaway so I hoped that the music would be loud and that the frat boys would already be drunk when we got there. We approached the frat house and I felt butterflies in my stomach. My face felt warm and my whole body tingled. I wasn't sure if it was the tequila or the pill that I took, but I was getting more nervous with every step. One of the frat brothers was guarding the door as we approached.

"Oh yeah, its picture night I almost forgot!"

Ashley spoke up first "Hey Kevin! You know the deal. Why don't you let our friend Sissy get her first picture?"

"No problem" Kevin pulled his pants open and let them drop to the floor proudly displaying his seven inch cock. I was speechless. Kevin was standing directly in front of me waving his flaccid penis back and forth. I had never seen another man's penis before. I was surprised that my first reaction was how shocked I was at how much bigger he was than me.

"Go on Sissy, take the picture."

I took my camera and aimed it at his cock.

"You can't get a good picture from that distance. You need to get closer."

A hand pressed down on my shoulder pushing me to the ground. My face was inches away from Kevin's cock. I paused as I stared at it. I never noticed all of the veins before. I took my camera and snapped a picture.

"Don't be shy honey, you can touch it." Kevin said

"What a great idea, why don't you touch it Sissy so we can get a two point picture!"

I looked up at Ashley and Carrie begging them not to make me do it but they were insistent.

"Go on, we don't have all night."

Crouching on the front porch of the frat house I tentatively reached out and touched his cock with one finger.

"Come on Sissy. You can do better than that! You know you want it."

I pushed his curly pubic hair out of the way and wrapped my fingers around the shaft of his penis. I was surprised at how soft it felt. It felt like time stood still while I held it in my hand. A flash went off as his cock sprang to life in my hand. Before I knew it I was gripping a throbbing rock hard cock in my hand.

"Why don't we get a three point picture while we're at it?"

"Good idea. Give him a little kiss Sissy."

I felt all of my resistance melting away as I leaned forward and pressed my lips to the tip of Kevin's cock. The flash went off again and I knew that they now had a picture of me with a cock pressed against my lips.

"Good job Sissy, now let's get this party started!"

Kevin bent down to pull up his pants as I slowly got to my feet. I was light headed and my palms were sweating. I was following Ashley and Carrie through the door when I felt an arm around my waist. Kevin spun me around and pulled me into him. I lost my balanced and fell into his arms. His hands slipped under my skirt and grabbed my ass through my satin panties. A brief noise escaped my lips as he pressed his mouth to mine. I couldn't believe that my first kiss was with another guy while I was dressed up like a girl. His hands squeezed and massaged my ass while we kissed. I gave in and felt his tongue push past my lips into my mouth. I moaned again while he made out with me. I don't know how long we kissed before he finally released me back into the party. I turned around and saw Ashley and Carrie watching me with big smiles on their faces.

"Maybe this isn't such a punishment for Sissy after all!"

"Yeah, I'm starting to think that she is a natural slut!"

Carrie turned to me and said "Why don't you find the cocks while I handle the camera."

Walking into the throng of people in the party I realized that there was no turning back and felt my competitive side taking over me. I knew that my only way out of this thing was to help them win the contest.

"I need a drink; I think the kegs are out back."

I followed behind as the girls worked their way through the crowd to the back porch. We headed straight to the front of the beer line where Carrie said "My friend Sissy wants to do a keg stand"

My body was instantly lifted off the ground by the crowd of guys. Their hands supported me from my waist and legs as I was turned upside down. I have to admit that it felt pretty good having all of those strong hands all over my body. I put my arms out to support myself and began drink as soon as the tap was put to my lips. I drank as much as I could while one of the guys holding me up decided to take the opportunity to feel me up. His hand drifted up and down my inner thigh until he slipped inside of my panties and grabbed my bare ass. He fondled me until I couldn't drink anymore. I shook my legs signaling for them to lower me and felt a tinge of disappointment as the hands retreated from my body.

"Good job Sissy! Now let's get some pictures. Guys, line up. Sissy, you know the drill. On your knees like the cock slut that you are."

I took my position and looked up to find a half dozen frat boys lined up waiting for their turn with me. The first guy on line began undoing his belt when Ashley interrupted him.

"Let her do that for you"

I took over from him and unbuttoned his pants. I watched in anticipation as his cock emerged as I slid his pants down his legs. His cock was bigger than Kevin's and I was starting to suspect that maybe the girls were right about my small cock. As soon as his cock was exposed the camera flashed off to my side. I reached out and took him in my hand without any prompting this time. Just like Kevin, this guy grew rock hard as soon as I wrapped my fingers around him. I slowly stroked my hand up and down the length of his cock for a moment while the girls took pictures. I leaned in and placed my lips on the tip of his cock while the flash went off again. I held my lips on his cock for a moment before pulling my head back and signaling for the next guy to come up. I pulled his shorts down and went through my poses again. This time I stroked him until I noticed a bead of pre-cum glistening on the tip of his cock. I again leaned in to kiss his cock when I felt someone bump into me from behind pushing me forward. The warm flesh of his cock passed right though my lips into my mouth. My tongue rubbed against the underside of his cock exploring the contours of his hard penis as he entered me. I paused as the flash went off again. I left his dick in my mouth for a few moments before pulling my head back. A thin strand of his pre-cum extended from the tip of his cock to my lip as I pulled back. I licked my lips and tasted his salty juice. For some reason the taste of his cum made me incredibly horny as I waited for the next guy. I quickly wrapped my hand around the third cock and stroked him with more confidence until I saw what I was looking for. Once his pre-cum dripped out I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock posing for the girls. I licked up his juices and pulled back to get ready for the next guy. As I leaned back I felt a hand on the back of my head preventing me from moving off of his cock. I struggled at first but quickly realized that he was much stronger than me. I knew that my only way out was to suck him off. I swallowed my pride and pushed my head further down onto his cock while the camera kept flashing. I nearly gagged as his throbbing cock filled my mouth but I managed to adjust my neck to receive him better. I slowly worked into a rhythm with my mouth but it didn't take long until he shot his hot cum into my mouth. I felt the heat from his cum against the back of my throat and didn't have a chance to think about swallowing before it forced its way inside of me. When he finished cumming he stepped back and I saw the next three guys stroking their cocks while they waited for their turn with me. One by one I sucked off the frat boys while Ashley and Carrie watched and took pictures. After finishing off the last guy I felt like I must have swallowed a gallon of cum.

"Good job Sissy, who knew you were such a good little cocksucker!"

"We're off to a good start. Let's go inside and see what we can find."

We walked through the crowded house but it was simply too packed for much action so Ashley suggested that she take me upstairs to an empty bedroom while Carrie rounds up more guys for me. Ashley positioned me at the edge of the bed sitting with my legs spread apart while I waited for my next victim. Carrie came in right behind us with a pair of guys eager to get their dicks sucked off.

"Start with these two while I get some more"

The first guy walked over to me and stood between my legs while I took his pants off. Ashley kept the camera rolling while my head bobbed up and down on his hard cock. I was starting to get more comfortable with having a dick in my mouth and began using my tongue more which made him cum right away. I barely had a chance to catch my breath before the next dick was thrust into my mouth. He was cumming in no time which left Ashley and I alone in the room while we waited for more guys for me to suck. 

"You're doing so good with all those cocks, let's see how you do with this."

Ashley stepped between my legs and dropped her skirt to the floor. Dressed in just her red corset, panties and stockings she climbed onto the bed pushing me onto my back. Ashley crawled up my body until her thighs were straddling my face and her panties were pressed against my nose. I didn't waste a moment and pulled on her panties until the waistband ripped apart. I tossed her panties to the side and immediately felt her hot flesh pushing against my mouth.

"Oh yeah" She moaned as my tongue ran across her outer lips.

"Lick my pussy you fucking cock slut!"

Ashley began grinding her hips into my face while I explored the folds of her pussy with my tongue. I could barely breath she was pressing against me so hard but I kept licking her until I found her clit. I focused my attention on her clit and pushed my tongue into her as hard as I could while I rubbed her in a circular motion. 




Caught!



"Oh god yes!" She screamed.

"Ashley!" Carrie yelled from the doorway.

Ashley didn't stop fucking my face until she finished cumming. She lifted her body up off me and repositioned me on the edge of the bed.

"Our little cocksucker is being punished! She is not supposed to be enjoying this. I think I need to make things a little more interesting."

Carrie whispered something into the next guy's ear before he walked over to me.

"No problem, I'll do whatever you say honey." He winked at her and positioned his cock right in front of my mouth. Ashley stood off to the side with her dripping wet pussy exposed while taking pictures of me sucking cock. After a few minutes of working on that guy I felt him take my wrists in his hands and lift my arms above my head. He pushed me back and pinned me against the bed. I couldn't move under his weight as he crawled on top of me. The tip of his penis brushed along the inside of my thigh as he pushed his hips into mine. He kept me pinned to the bed while he dry humped me through my panties. I felt powerless while this young stud forced his cock between my legs. Suddenly I felt the heat of his flesh against my own cock inside of my panties. His cock must have slipped through the leg band of my panties and he was now rubbing his cock against mine. He grunted as he bucked his hips into me while he came. His sticky cum filled my panties bathing my cock in his warm juices. He took his time before he got back up and I realized that while he was holding me down the girls must have tied me to the bed. My arms were stretched above my head and my ankles were tied to the underside of the bed leaving my legs spread apart and bent at my knees over the edge of the bed. Carrie walked over and placed a pillow under the small of my back propping me up for my next customer.

"Remember guys, no vaginal penetration but everything else is fair game."

Ashley dimmed the lights as the next guy stepped up between my legs. Carrie slipped her hand inside of my panties rubbing my cum covered cock and then rubbed the other guys cum on the cock of the next guy. He must have thought it was the juice from my wet pussy because he eagerly let Carrie rub his frat brother's warm seed all over his cock. Carrie reached for my panties again and pulled the fabric to the side.

"Come on in boys, she is nice and tight for you!"

She blew me a kiss and then stepped back to watch the show. I realized that I was about to be gang-raped while dressed like a slut. For some reason I didn't want it to end. The guy between my legs moved forward pushing the tip of his cock against my asshole. It felt warm and wet as the pressure built until he finally penetrated me. He didn't hold back and thrust his entire body deep inside of me while I lay helpless. Pain surged through me as his cock hammered into my virgin asshole but the pain subsided as he continued to fuck me. I looked up and watched him violating me through the darkness. He looked right down into my eyes while he fucked me, completely unaware that he was fucking a guy. His face tightened up and he held his cock deep inside of me as the first blast of cum entered me. It pushed deep inside of me while his cock continued to unload itself. His cock made a slurping noise as he pulled it from me and stepped aside for the next guy. After the first guy fucked my ass I was well lubricated and ready for more. I watched as five other frat brothers pounded my ass until they came inside of me. As the last one unloaded himself in me Ashley spoke up.

"Shit, it's almost midnight. We need to get as many more in here as we can."

Carrie stepped into the hallway and said something about a cum bath before coming back in with more guys than I could count. I felt the massive amount of cum inside of me leaking out of my asshole into a pool on the bed while Ashley and Carrie positioned the guys around the bed and instructed them to start jerking off. Carrie was very careful to remind them to aim for me. While she took pictures Ashley helped some of the guys out. She stood at the foot of the bed and fucked one of the guys with her hand. He was the first to shoot his cum onto me. His hot juices landed on my inner thigh dripping down into the growing pool of cum between my legs. Before long another shot of cum hit the side of my face. One of the guys leaned in just as he was about to explode and shot his cum right into my mouth. I tried to swallow it while another guy followed his lead and began filling my mouth with his cum. My legs were now drenched in a sticky coating of cum but it didn't stop. The camera kept flashing away as more guys filled the room. I saw that Ashley had managed to fill a cup up with cum and positioned it over my mouth. I was helpless as she poured it into me. I tried to swallow it all but it was too much and ran down my chin onto my neck. My face was completely covered in cum but it still didn't end. The last thing I heard was Carrie saying that someone's cock was so big he had to fuck me. I felt a sharp pain as a massive cock entered me.

I woke up early in the morning on a bench near my dorm. My ID was in my hand and my name was scratched out. In its place it read 'CUM SLUT' in black marker. I found out later that day that the girls had given my phone number out to everyone at the party and I regularly got phone calls at all hours of the day for the rest of the semester. It seemed like every guy on campus wanted a piece of the cum slut. As I stood up I realized that I was still covered in dried up cum from head to toe. I can't believe this all happened over a pair of panties. I reached under my skirt and felt a small victory; at least I got Carrie's panties! 



Caught



I had been trying to go to sleep for hours. The house I had grown up in was far too hot for my liking, especially after spending my first year in a freshman dorm that I managed to keep cooler than a meat locker.

After several failed attempts to drift off to sleep using my imagination (and scenarios involving the handsome thrice-my-age professor back at school), I threw the covers back and traipsed over to the small desk by my window. My door was pushed closed, but unlocked; I didn't worry too much -- it was nearly three in the morning. No one would be up and about at this hour.

Instead of trying to lull myself to sleep with more erotic fantasies, I decided to browse for good old fashioned porn. That, coupled with a quickie to relieve some back-home anxiety, would surely put me out like a light.

I slipped into the desk chair and pressed the power button on my laptop, waiting patiently as it booted up. Twisting in the chair, my long brown hair fell forward as I leaned down and tugged an overnight bag from under my bed; a few more personal items were tucked away in here, like some toiletries and rubbers, a private letter from a guy I'd been seeing, and the thing my grasp was seeking currently -- a thick, grooved dildo encased in a silky bag. Once I grabbed it, I pulled it free and set it in my lap. I was already feeling the first tinge of excitement just by getting my faithful companion ready.

It didn't take long for my computer to boot up, and within minutes I was clicking and browsing my way through some of my favorite sites. I'd started with an erotic story or two, mostly focusing on teacher/student relationships, and then one pop-up led to another. Eventually, while gazing at a hypnotizing video of an older man pounding into a co-ed, I felt my body tensing and anticipating what was to come.

The girl in the video looked similar enough to me to make it even more erotic. She was short, so tiny that she could have been mistaken for much younger -- which I was sure was the appeal -- and her long brown hair was straight. Fanning out behind her on the pillow as the old man pushed into her with fervor. Her small, B-cup breasts jostled with each movement, but didn't fling themselves up and down dramatically. They were small and pert, perfect handfuls which the man took advantage of.

I bit my lip as I watched, completely absorbed by the scene in front of me. I didn't hear the door to my bedroom open; didn't hear the footsteps as my father entered with a curious expression on his face. Unaware, I watched and began to let my hand delve between my legs, rubbing at my aching pussy lips while he stood silently in the doorway of my room.

The heat didn't really matter anymore; hell, I didn't think it was so hot now that my skin was on fire. Mom's idea of air conditioning felt pretty good, now. 

My hand massaged lightly along the cleft between my legs, my panties already soaking from arousal. The lack of pajamas made it easier to slide a fingertip into my underwear, the digit delving along my folds and sweeping through the gathered juices as I began to touch myself. My video was nearing an end, so I frowned and quickly used my free hand to click back to the beginning -- back when the older man's cock was bobbing in and out of my pornstar lookalike's mouth. 

I watched, rubbing my clit as the foreplay on screen aided in my teasing. I liked to prolong things a bit too much at times, rather than going straight to the finish line, and this was no exception. My quickie had turned into a full-on self-love session.

As the couple traded places and she laid back to let him lick and suck at her slit, I took the opportunity to get more comfortable. My shirt came up over my head, and my now-wet panties were pushed down my hips and kicked to the side. I spread my legs as I sat back into the chair, the head of the dildo resting there against my folds patiently. I leaned back, getting completely comfortable, as I recreated the penetration in the video. His cock was thick and hard, throbbing as it was pushed between her folds. He had to work at it a little, coaxing her to accept his girth, and I did the same with the toy in my hand. I glided the head along my slit, coating it in juices, before beginning to push it inside.

The soft, wet sounds were mixing with my heavier breathing, masking the sound of footsteps as the figure behind me drew closer. I'd taken all of the toy inside of me, the inside of my cunt squeezing and pulling it closer as my body reacted to the welcome intrusion. It was nothing like a real cock, but it would do the trick for now.

I sighed heavily, gripping the molded balls of the toy as I shifted my hips and began to move it in and out of me. My skin erupted with chills at a stray draft, but my mind was so lost in a haze that I didn't think to check the door. The draft, however, came again... and again, and I realized after tilting my head up that it was not a draft but the labored breathing of my father as he stood behind me.

My mouth fell open and I fought to cry out, to scream at him for coming into my room, to apologize pathetically for what I was doing -- but I was quickly rendered still by his dark, intent gaze. He was staring down at me hungrily. And, as I let my gaze wander, I saw that he had his hand buried in his pants, moving slowly over what I could only assume was a needy erection.

I didn't know what to do. I opened my mouth, but no words came to mind. What could I do?! I wondered if maybe he was sleepwalking, acting out naturally without concern of my presence. And my body was practically screaming at me to stop ignoring it -- the dildo was still plugged firmly inside of me, my pussy practically gnawing at it to move once more. I exhaled, feeling a calming sensation of 'who gives a fuck,' then turned my attention back to the screen as I moved my hips once more.

Somehow, it was hotter. More erotic, more of a turn on, to push that toy back into my cunt and pull it out with my own father standing over my shoulder. What was going through his mind? What if he wasn't sleepwalking? What if he was just as aware as I was, touching himself and watching me touch myself? The thought should have revolted me, but I whimpered softly and felt a new flare of desire shoot through my body.

I was leaning back in the chair, eyes no longer on the video but now closed as I focused on the sensations. It was so incredibly good; better than I'd ever remembered masturbation being. As I was lost in those thoughts, the unmistakable sensation of a warm hand on my breast sent my eyelids flying open.

It was my father's hand, cupping and squeezing, his thumb rolling over my nipple greedily. He was touching me, watching me, and I was growing more turned on by it. I nodded my consent, reaching back to pull his other hand free of his pants. I wanted more; I wanted to feel both hands on me, squeezing and kneading my breasts. He followed my lead, but his hand drifted lower to take control of the toy in my own hand.

I gasped softly, immediately feeling breathless as he moved the dildo in a slower, more teasing manner. He wasn't just using the toy, pleasing me and plunging it into my pussy. He was fucking me with it, slowly and gently. I had to bite down on my lip to keep from crying out, and my hips bucked upward hungrily.

"Shhh," he insisted, the first words he'd uttered since entering my room. I nodded fervently, afraid of not following through and being too loud. 

"More," I whimpered, gripping the arm that was draping over my body, pulling him closer to me.

Instead of quickening his pace, or pushing more forcefully, my father did the exact opposite. He pulled the rubber dick from me and tossed it aside, leaving me shaking and empty. My expression must have been one of utter confusion and frustration, because he reached down to spin the chair and revisit my aching cunt with his fingers. I shook violently at the contact; his touch was warm and alive, not false and cool like the material of the dildo. I swallowed, then gripped the arms of the chair as I spread my legs for him and watched in wonder as he knelt before me.

His head bobbed down to kiss at my inner thighs, whiskers tickling the sensitive skin. I was quivering in anticipation, wondering if he'd actually do what he appeared to be doing. Soon, his tongue swiped out at my slit, and I reached out to grip his short, salt-and-pepper hair. He moved expertly, lapping at my cunt and bringing new pleasure to my sensitive flesh. From the gentle sweeping of his tongue to the light sucking of my clit, he brought me to a shaking, quaking, near-Godlike edge...

And then pulled back. I panted, staring down at him as he licked his lips and moved back; panic flooded my chest. Was he having second thoughts? NOW? Now, when I was on the verge of the most incredible climax of my life?

"What are--"

He cut me off, shushing me once more as he stood and began to push his pajamas down over his legs. His cock sprang free, thick and hard and much more impressive than the toy I'd been using. I immediately whimpered at the sight, eager to feel it inside of me. My own father was standing in front of me, having just eaten me out, with his cock swinging in front of my face. I should have ran away in disgust, but instead I leaned forward and slurped him into my mouth with a hunger like I'd never known.

Precum oozed from his tip, salty and tangy as it hit my tongue. His hands delved into my messy hair, gripping me as I began to bob up and down on his erection. I was enthusiastic in my movements, sucking and twisting at his cock with my lips as my tongue laved over his head, along his shaft -- I licked all over him like he was the most delicious treat I'd ever had. I felt him tensing, his body growing stiff, and I spitefully pulled back before he could explode in my mouth. He'd denied me, and I would deny him.

His eyes were dark and lusty as he looked down at me, his shoulders shaking with the pleasure and the near-release. No words were spoken as he tugged me up, both of her quivering bodies scrambling for the small, single-sized bed. He landed first, with me atop him in a frenzied race to the finish line. I didn't stop, didn't pause to think or ask if this was okay -- I merely straddled my father and felt his cock throb as I sank down onto him. He was bigger than anything I'd ever had, toy or man, and my body accepted him graciously. His hands found my hips, squeezing as I squeezed his cock in return, my cunt screaming in relief and desire as I welcomed every single inch of him into my body. 

It might have been beautiful to sit still; to rest on top of my daddy and gaze down at him lovingly, to feel him give a little wiggle inside... but I didn't stop moving. I grinded against him hard, then lifted and began an eager, quick rhythm. He tore into me with each thrust, and I lowered my torso to lie against his so that I could bite my pillow and muffle my cries. His hips pushed up viciously, pounding upward to meet my strokes.

I was there, right on the edge, grasping at my father and stifling a scream, when he held me tight and pushed upward with a strong, forceful thrust. He held me there, still against him, as I felt hot seed spurting into my cunt. That was the only thing I needed; everything went dizzy for a moment as my breath caught and I felt my body explode into a powerful orgasm.

He eased back, pushing into me with tiny baby strokes in the same rhythm as my convulsing pussy, and slowly worked me down off that high. I breathlessly propped myself up, looking down at my father as he gave me a tired, lazy grin. With his cock still buried deep inside, the last of his cum squeezing out, he nodded once.

This wouldn't be the last time; he assured me, silently, of that.



Caught!



For a friend by special request. I hope I did your fantasy justice, and I hope this tale serves your purpose.......SH

*

My name is Melissa. I am a 38 year old house wife and I live with my adoring husband and our dogs, Lucky, Chuck and Mopsy. The reason I am writing this is to tell about an event with my uncle John. I have had a crush on my uncle from the first day I met him. He is in his fifties, but looks ten years younger. Hard work has kept his body in excellent shape, with very little fat on him. We were always flirting with each other, but had never been inappropriate.

John married my mom's sister Joan about 25 years ago. When I would run away as a teen, Uncle John would always find me and take me home. I always knew everything would be ok as long as John was around. I always knew I'd be safe. As I grew older my feelings toward John began to change. I started noticing things about him that a niece really shouldn't notice about an uncle. I noticed the out line of his ass in his jeans. Every boy's ass I would see at school I would compare to John. I also noticed the outline of his cock in his jeans. I always dreamed about how that cock would feel in my throat, or deep in my pussy. Even after I met my husband, I thought of John. On my honeymoon, the first time my husband and I made love, I fantasized it was John pushing his rock hard cock into my swollen wet hole. I always cum so much harder when I picture John going at me.

Our family is quite close, we always celebrate holidays at my parents' home as a family, and since we only live across town from each other, I see my uncle quite a bit. We often have BBQ's together either at his home or at mine. .

During a recent BBQ at our home, I got the feeling that Joan just wasn't keeping John satisfied in bed. My husband doesn't do badly in that department, but he's nothing like the studs I read about on Literotica. Yes, I read erotica quite often and fantasize about the hunks in the stories. 

Recently I started reading the incest stories. I get off reading about the mothers and sons, and fathers and daughters, but mainly I love the ones about uncles and nieces. I always picture John and I in the scenarios and I always cum at least three times picturing him pounding my pussy for all he's worth.

A couple of weeks ago my washing machine decided it had washed its last load and died on me. My husband was out of town for his job and I had to wait for him to return before we could get a new one. Aunt Joan came to my rescue by allowing me to do our laundry at her house. 

Wednesday morning I loaded all of our laundry into my car and went to John and Joan's. Soon after I got there Joan informed me that she had to go out and would be gone until late this evening. She apologized over and over for not keeping me company.

"Go do what you have to do Auntie J, I'll be fine."

"OK dear, if you want to you can use Uncle John's laptop to surf while you wait, just don't surf for porn."

"Auntie J!!!" I said in a pseudo shocked tone, "I don't do porn so there's no danger of that."

She walked out the door laughing and I went to load my first load. Her machine is somewhat smaller than mine so I knew it was going to take me most of the day to get it all done. Soon after I started my second load I got the urge to see what was new in the incest story section of Literotica. There were several brother and sister tales, and a couple of stories with suffixes like Ch 12 telling me I'd have to read 11 chapters to understand what was going on in chapter 12. Then a story about a lustful uncle caught my eye. 

In the story, Naomi, an 18 year old girl went to stay on her uncle's farm for the summer. At first she'd catch him trying to sneak peeks at her when she was bent over or later on trying to catch her in her underwear or naked. After a while she began to tease him just a bit. Exposing cleavage, baring more thigh, bending over in front of him. One evening she even walked through the house after a shower wearing only a small towel that hid little. 

As I read the story, I imagined it was me teasing John. Letting him see my undies. Brushing my full breasts against him as I reached for something. Maybe even wearing more revealing clothing when I was going to be around him would do the trick. Between my own thoughts of escalating my seduction of Uncle John and Naomi's more and more daring displays, I was getting quite warm and moist in my crotch.

I slipped a hand up under my tank top and began lightly rubbing my nipple. I alternated between rubbing circles around it and twisting on it gently. I displaced my bra and got my other hand working on my other breast. I was starting to get into it when the buzzer signaling the end of the drying cycle sounded. I reluctantly went to swap my load around and reload the washer. 

When I returned, it seemed to me that the lap top wasn't exactly as I had left it, and the story seemed to be scrolled a little further along than I thought. I blew it off thinking I might have bumped it when I got up to deal with the laundry.

I found the place where I had left off and began reading again. Soon my hands were back at my tits. I was tugging and tweaking my nipples and began moaning out loud. No one was around to hear me, so I could have a screaming orgasm if I wished to. 

In the story, Naomi had gone to bed after a day of teasing and tempting her uncle. She couldn't get to sleep right away so she began masturbating. She had worked three fingers into her honey pot and had cum three times when she noticed her bedroom door opening. Her uncle entered the room just as her fourth orgasm ripped through her.

At this point one of my hands abandoned my breasts and slipped into the waistband of my shorts. My fingers only teased around my clit for a few moments when I went directly at my pleasure button. "Oh John. Yeah baby right there," I moaned as my fingers brought a crushing orgasm about. "Oh fuck yeah Uncle John, Oh you really know how to treat my cunt!!"

I screamed as I came. My hips bucked and my thighs drummed a staccato beat on the sofa. As I was coming down from my orgasm I heard something behind me across the room. I turned to see a shadow in Uncle John and Aunt Joan's room.

"What the fuck? Hey who's in there?"

I felt my face go crimson as my Uncle John came out of the room. He had been watching and enjoying the show if the bulge in his jeans was any indicator. We just stared at each other for what seemed an eternity; he with a huge tent in his trousers and me with my top all akimbo and my fingers still in my sopping wet snatch.

"How long have you been standing there?" I stammered out.

"Since you came back from the laundry room." He answered sheepishly. "I saw the story you are reading there, and um...Does that tale reflect how you feel Mel?"

I was taken aback. I expected him to be upset that I was not only reading about incest in his home on his computer, but that I was masturbating as well. Sometimes in life you have to take a chance. I decided it was time for me to take one.

"Yes Uncle John," I answered. "I have had a crush on you as long as I have known you. I can't tell you how many times I have fantasized about you. How long I have waited for you to seduce me. I know it's frowned upon, but I NO LONGER CARE. All you have to do I say you want me, and I'll be yours to do with as you please". 

He stood silently for what seemed like endless hours. The torture was unbearable. Was he going to yell at me and throw me out of his house? Was he going to tell my Aunt and Mother what I caught me doing? I felt I was about to start a life of humiliation, all because I loved someone I wasn't supposed to love that way. All of this was flying through my mind and he was just standing there, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Finally he looked up from the floor. I couldn't read his look but it didn't appear that things were going to go in my favor.

"Melissa, I, um er, well...To tell the truth I noticed some time ago how you looked at me. I noticed the glances you'd steal when you thought no one was looking. I always just figured you had a crush. Nothing more, just an innocent little crush." He paused and seemed to be in deep thought for a moment as he searched for the words. 

"Honestly I don't know how to feel. I have always thought that you are a very sexy woman. When I saw what you are reading, I didn't know what to think. It turned me on to read. I am ashamed to admit more that it turned me on that YOU were reading it. The chance you were fantasizing about me hit me like a ton of bricks. Then when you were poking yourself and calling my name, I...I.." He looked at me with a look I had never seen on him before.

His eyes burned a hole through me as he approached. He paused and seemed to rethink, but I grabbed him and pulled him into a kiss. His lips burned mine as our tongues invaded each other's mouth. We were both panting and I felt the earth quake under me. Damn the man could kiss.

His hands began roaming over my back and down to my ass. I sucked in a breath when he gave my ass cheeks a squeeze. I started to undo the buttons on the chambray work shirt he wore. I slipped my hands inside and began rubbing his strong, hairy chest. He reached up under my top and lifted it completely over my head and off of me. My bra soon followed.

He took my left tit into his mouth and alternately sucked my nipple and then flicked his tongue over it. His other hand twisted and tweaked the other nipple and squeezed my breast. He kissed his way back up to my neck. I shivered as he began to kiss and nibble my throat. 

I reached down and undid his belt. I unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers and pushed them to the floor. I knelt down and pulled his boxers with me, freeing his big, hard, beautiful cock. It was bigger and thicker than I had imagined.

"Oh Uncle John, I never knew you had such a treasure in your pants." 

He shuddered as I ran my tongue up from his balls along the underside of his magnificent cock, all the way up to his spongy purple helmet. I swirled my tongue around the head several times, relishing his shivers and moans. I let my saliva drip all over his shaft and wrapped my hand around it. It was so thick my thumb and fingers would not meet. 

"Oh fuck Melissa. You sure do know how to make your uncle feel so damn good."

My pussy got wetter with his words. I wrapped my lips around his head as I stroked his cock. I licked around his sensitive tip and stuck my tongue into his piss slit. He shuddered hard when I ran my mouth as far down his cock as I could. I got about three quarters of it in my mouth before I hit my gag reflex.

"Ahhh fuck. You are so good little lady, don't stop. It's been so long since I have had my cock sucked so expertly."

I backed up and swirled my tongue on his spongy tip again and went for the deep throat again. This time I swallowed at the right moment and he slid right past my gag reflex and into my throat. I loved the feeling of my throat stretching to accommodate his girth. My tongue lashed out and licked his balls. All the while I was making swallowing motions with my throat muscles to add to his stimulation.

His hands were gently guiding my head in and out as he fucked my throat. "Oh god Melissa, soooo good. Damn it I shouldn't be...but oh fuck I'm in heaven!"

I reached up and began to message his balls, and was rewarded with a sound of pure pleasure from my uncle. I could feel his cock starting to twitch ad his balls started to pulsate. I knew he as going to cum, and soon! I managed to get him about halfway out of my mouth so that his cum would ride my tongue down my gullet. He came and he came hard. He shot several large jets of hot cum in my mouth and I had to swallow rapidly to keep up with it all.

I pumped his cock in and out of my mouth a few more times to be sure I had gotten all of his tasty seed. Then he pulled his cock from my mouth with an audible plop. "Oh John, do you think you have enough left in you to fill my sopping wet cunt?"

"Little girl, you're about to find out what I got left."

With that he pushed me toward the couch and bent me over the arm of it. I felt his strong hands grasp the waistband of my shorts and pull them down to my feet. He knelt down and spread my ass open. I felt electric shocks travel up my spine when he ran his tongue from my tailbone to my puss slowly. He came within centimeters of my throbbing clit, just to reverse direction and lick back up my ass. For fucking maddening minutes he continued this. I was so ready to cum I felt I would explode soon. Suddenly he stopped licking. I could feel his hot breath on my cunt as he positioned his mouth over my clit. I pushed my ass back hoping to get the contact I so desired, but he moved his head back. 

Just when I thought I'd go mad he lightly flicked his tongue on my labia. The he repeated this on the other side. Then without warning he attacked my clit like a baby goat. I saw stars and got tunnel vision as my orgasm ripped through my trembling loins. He kept his tongue rolling on my clit as I came harder than I had ever cum in my life. He had to hold me up as my legs threatened to buckle under the force of my orgasm.

He stood up and grabbed my hips, "Last chance to back out honey."

"Not on your life Uncle, stick that cock in me. Fuck me hard with that magnificent cock."

I know it was only mere seconds, but it seemed to be hours, as he rubbed his cock between my labia and flicked my clit with his cock. Shivers ran through me with each minute contact. Finally he started sliding his magnificent rod into my sopping wet hole. I let out a long low groan as his large tool split my birth canal. It felt like a red hot spear had been stuffed up inside my cunt. 

Uncle John grabbed my hips and started pumping into me. "Oh baby, I never thought I'd find anything better than that mouth of yours." He pumped a little faster. "Damn was I wrong."

He had been fucking me for about fifteen minutes, when I hard the dryer buzzer sound. Uncle John pulled out of my cunt and I couldn't help the sound of disappointment that came out of me. "Go change your laundry around dear. Your aunt will get suspicious if you don't get your laundry done."

I walked naked to the laundry alcove, feeling my juices running down my thighs. I quickly moved my loads around and restarted the machines.

I hurried back into the living room to find John sitting on the ottoman that sits in front of his chair. His ram rod, glistening with my juices, stood upright and ready. I straddled him and lowered myself onto his raging erection.

"Fuck Uncle John, your cock feels better than I ever imagined. I can't wait for you to cum inside me."

With that, he began thrusting up into my pussy. His long full cock was stretching me like I have never been stretched. I felt pressure on my cervix every time I bottomed out on his prong. I could feel my orgasm building and sped up my humping. Within a few minutes I felt the fire in my loins as my orgasm over took me and flung me to oblivion.

As I was coming down form that orgasm, Uncle John reached over and began strumming my clit with his thumb. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh OH OH!!!" I came so hard I almost passed out, but Uncle John seemed almost unfazed. He was sweating and panting but he seemed nowhere near cumming. I raised my self up and turned around into what was basically a reverse cowgirl position. Essentially I was sitting on my uncle's lap with his cock buried in my hot wet cunt.

I bent forward and braced my hands between out legs and started riding him. I came six more times in thirty minutes of fucking. I was hoarse from screaming and my pussy was getting to be really tender and sore. 

Finally Uncle John had me get up and lie over the ottoman. He got on his knees behind me and entered my abused snatch and began rapidly pumping me. I was in between the agony of my far beyond sore cunt being punished, and the ecstasy of having my tunnel tooled by an expert fucker with a large cock. He reached around me and strummed my over sensitive clit with one hand and my swinging tits with the other as he pummeled my twat. I reached back and started playing with his balls. I could hear his breathing getting ragged over the slap of his balls on my mound and the splurtch of my wet hole being fucked. 

Finally after four hours of fucking I felt his balls tighten up, and he seized and jerked as his cock spewed his hot liquid lava deep into my belly. He collapsed onto my back, panting and sweating.

"Baby girl, I haven't had it like that in a long time. I am so glad I finally found out that you have wanted me too."

"Too? You mean you have wanted me?"

"Ever since you turned eighteen I have dreamed of fucking you. Today is definitely the best day of my life."

"Likewise Uncle John. I think it might be a while before I get my washer fixed."

FIN 



Caught



I was working at my Granny Ella's place getting rid of the same damn peppercorn trees I thought I had gotten rid of last year. So I got hold of a grub hoe and in a couple hours time the trees and roots were gone, never to return. 

Hot, dusty and sweaty the one thing on my mind was a nice hot shower, well a cold drink would be nice too. The temp was ninety degrees with eighty per cent humidity and Granny Ella is walking towards me with a king size can of Coors.

"What a great job you have done Harold. Maybe I should have waited for a cooler day for this kind of work. But I really wanted to get this done." 

"Sit over here in the shade while you drink that beer. I am going over to Jena's and will be back in a hour or so." 

I watched her stroll down the brick walkway. A light breeze played with her black skirt and my eyes followed that skirt down to her shapely legs and then to those black patent high heels that sparkled in the summer sun as they click clacked on the bricks. 

I have had feelings about Granny Ella for the longest time. She is my moms mother and at seventy years old one would not believe it. I have always considered granny to be a "HOT" woman. Shoulder length dark brown hair; bright blue eyes that shone behind a pair of silver oval style glasses with the half-moons for reading. Ella is nicely breasted and those bosoms look great in that mauve blouse with the ruffles.

I think my interest in Granny Ella is due to her dressing.

When she used to ask me to come take care of the dogs, I would shower up and wear her skirt and blouse. I came across a wig at a yard sale that was close to her hair color and style. I could not believe my luck when I tried on her black patent heels with bows! they fit so nice, and there was something very allurring about their black glossy finish that got me quite aroused. 

Granny Ella wore bifocals when she was out driving but if she stayed in the house she wore a pair of gold half-round style reading glasses that were hung from an eyeglass chain of small pearls. These glasses and beads for whatever reason got me very much turned on and I would use them to get off with as I wore my granny's clothes. I had a sneaking suspicion a shrink would say, "You want to make love to your grandmother."

Having showered and dried I looked for her half-glasses and found them. Then I dressed in her skirt and blouse, wearing black patent heels of course. 

There I was, bringing my self off and right when I blew gobs of thick white love sauce, Granny walks in. 

I felt so embarrassed I wish the room would have swallowed me up, gone forever. Rumor would have it I borrowed from the mob, and not paying back on time I am now part of a bridge support column. 

Perhaps you have heard the ballad of the Edmund Fitz Gerald, a cargo ship that was lost in a hurricane, done by Gordon Light foot. There is a verse.

"When the waves turn the minutes to hours."

The sticky situation I was in made that verse quite apt. 

"Harold, please don't feel embarrassed about this. I would much rather you have a desire or want for sex than not to. And you have not done anything wrong to begin with.

"I have known for a while that you have been, well getting rid of sexual stress. I still have the bra you came in and I know you like cumming my gold half-rounds, these." 

Granny pointed to her gold half-glasses covered thick in cum with a now spent cock hanging over them. She picked them up and licked them clean.

"I did not know about the cross dressing though, but I don't mind."

"Do you like this style of glasses or the squarish gold pair"

"Any pair you have Granny is nice."

"Have you done anything with these?"

"How could I? you always have them on."

"Well I will do somethings with these in the next couple of days, something you will really like and I am flattered you would rather mess around with my things than a skin mag."

Granny must have known the look on my face and said,

"I know you have wanted to, as the saying goes,"Jump her bones." And I can understand that. You have never wanted a girl friend, you'd rather hang out with your Granny Ella and that is sweet. Clean up and I will get supper ready." 

Granny did not cook much in the summer, she saved her culinary skills for Fall Winter and Spring. On her way back from Jena's she stopped at a well known Italian place for their great salad and two orders of macaroni; meatballs; sausage; and eggplant. 

The lighting was soft and Granny's piano played Chopin's classics through a c.d. player hooked to the piano's innards. 

"Harold, would you mind having an honest talk with your granny? I love you and I would not hurt you but I feel there are things you may want to talk about."

"Sure Granny." 

"Well, when I brought you that beer I saw you were very much aroused, was it me you were thinking of?"

"Yes, Granny I was thinking of you."

"Why would you want your Granny instead of some young thing?"

"I know the way you dress has a lot to do with it."

"Well, men have turned heads when I walk by, I guess that I have been thinking of you as being younger than you are. That is going to change."

"Why do my half-glasses with the beaded eyeglass chain turn you on so?"

"Ya know Granny, I have thought of that and even I don't know. BUT as people do not understand how music works, they still like it, right?"

"I would imagine most people like music." replied Granny.

"Well, it is the same with me Granny, I just like the feeling of your various pairs of glasses down there and have fantasies about what it would be like to be touched down there by a woman I love." 

"You sound somewhat older than your age Harold and I like that. And to be honest I had thoughts about this when I saw that giant bulge in your shorts and having only done myself with a dildo, It could be nice to have something real there at times."

"So what other glasses of mine have you enjoyed?"

"Your blue and the gold square ones."

"Well guys have more fetishes than women do. I could satisfy your fetishes. You would love me to touch you with my half-glasses, silver ovals and patent black heels. What other fetishes do you have?"

"A few of them. Cumming in your bra's and high heels when I am wearing your clothes and sometimes I would love to dress up like you and practice piano."

Granny was flattered. The look in her eyes behind those silver oval glasses really mirrored her mood. I knew she was touched in a way she may not have given much consideration to. 

"You would really like to be my lover Harold, would you not?"

"Yes Granny, thought of it for a long time, and how nice it could be. Frankly speaking were you not my Granny I'd marry you." 

Granny looked at Harold in a way she never had before. She had to consider many things here. He is twenty two years of age. Graduated H.S. with excellent grades. He works in a music shop and takes care of his financial responsibilities. In short he is no kid. He is a young man who granny feels is old enough to start living life.

"Harold, for your kindness and love for your Granny Ella I have decided that you are old enough to start enjoying what an older woman can do for you. So let us clean up here and have a piano lesson and Harold you will sleep with Ella tonight. Not Granny Ella, just Ella. When others are around it will be Granny Ella or just Granny." 

So we cleared the table and put the tableware in the dishwasher and headed to her nine foot Baldwin Concert grand. I looked at Ella with more love and respect because she respected me as a man old enough to enjoy what a woman could do for me. 

"Lets work on that etude, opus ten number three Harold. You play the melody and I will play the lower cleft. 

"O.K. Ella, I just love that piece. I think Chopin wrote it when he was involved with George Sands who was actually a woman of French heritage. She had to take a mans name to get anywhere so far as writing was concerned. The relationship was stormy at times. 

"How long have you known that?" Asked Ella in surprised voice.

"For about as long as I have been practicing his works,Ella."

We worked on a few other pieces of music and Ella was quite impressed with my skills.

"Let us sit on the sofa, Harold."

My eyes were glued to her rear end as she walked towards the sofa and I was getting turned on by the click clack of her heels on the hardwood floor. I sat next to her on the sofa and Ella says,

"How would you feel about living here with me?"

"That would be great, Ella." 

"You have no trouble just calling me Ella, do you?"

"No, not at all."

"Well lets go to bed Harold." Said Ella in a voice that expressed anticipation of fine things to cum. 

I watched Ella strip and my eyes were mesmerized by her figure. I could hardly wait for things to start happening.

We were both up on her king size bed and she asks,

"Do you have any ideas about starting your role as my lover?"

"Yes actually I do." 

The light from her bedside lamp was reflected off her silver oval glasses and in my mind they became more erotic. 

"I would need your gold half-glasses with the beaded chain, Ella." 

"Here they are, Some how I thought you might want these." 

So I started kissing Ella's bosoms all around the aureola's licking hard and fast or slow long and loving, savoring her feminine fragrance. This perfume was called Red Door. 

I would grasp one of her bosoms and squeeze it tightly forcing the nipple to become redder and harder and gently bite it and suck it at the same time. Ella was really enjoying this. 

Then I took her half-glasses and stretched out the eyeglass chain and holding the end of the chain and her glasses I started to move those beads past her nipple making it quiver. I would go slow than fast and at the same time lick or kiss her other nipple. Ella really enjoyed that.

"O.k. Harold, I want to do a few things here now and you really surprised me, you DO know about bosoms and nipples. They liked that."

So Ella took off her silver ovals. And with them along with her gold half-round glasses started to touch me all over dragging her sexy ovals and her serious half-glasses over the hop of my cock and it was definitely increasing in size. From out of the air she had her patent black heels with her and started to touch me with them, oh that smooth black glossy leather for me is a real turn on and I loved it. Wanting to keep up with tradition I asked,

"Ella, do you have these with the ankle straps?" 

Her mouth was a gap with wonder and her blue eyes were shining behind those silver ovals. 

"You mean the fuck-me pumps?"

"Yes Ella, the fuck-me pumps, do you have any?"

"No but I can get some, how is it you know about those?"

"Oh various movies Rocky mountain horror show was one or a name similar to it."

"Well you know more than I thought, so stick your head up my muff."

I had my head buried deep down and I started to lick her labia short an quick long an slow. alternating between the two. Sometimes I would suck upon her lips or gently nibble at them and Ella was moaning louder and making other mewing and oohing sounds. 

I had a couple of things in mind here. I would finger fuck her than I would warm her up a bit more with the heel of her stiletto. So I stuck in my second and third fingers fucking her. She was getting nice and wet. I could hear her pussy juices slurping and sloshing and Ella is starting to work her hips a bit more. 

I had already planned to tease her vagina with the heel of her stiletto. She did not know I had this. It was of course in black patent but unlike the shoes she wore earlier with a choppy two and a half inch heel, this had a four inch long slender heel and I slowly inserted it going back an forth gradually working it in deeper and deeper and as I did that I was licking the toe of said heel and Ella is uttering,"Yes yes it feels so good, Oh Harold cum on in!"

That sexy heel came out with a sexy suction like sound and yes I licked it clean, now I am going to do Ella.

I got on top and because my cock was hard as steel, it found its way in with no trouble as she was quite wet there anyways.

My hands were at her sides and I am looking intently at my grandmother I am going to do and does she look so hot and sexy. I thrust my self into her so hard my nuts were getting whip lashed.

"Don't let my age keep you from slamming me real good, I can take the best one has to offer. 

I did not worry about that as I knew what she wanted and what she expected. Ella wanted to be fucked good and hard like any woman who has not had it for some time.

Faster and faster harder and harder I went.I was feeling the pressure building up in my balls as I am making love to a woman I have always loved and wanted to love. 

The head of my cock feels like the head of a giant mushroom getting flattened over from the constant pounding Ella's getting. 

I could feel her pussy juices slamming against my cock like the waves upon the hurricane wall, the sloshing and slurping as loud as the roaring ocean, releasing its pent up anger against that hurricane wall.

Suddenly, my balls were too full and hot to hold the cum under pressure and like that hurricane wall being assaulted by the mighty ocean, Ella's Pussy and everything north of that was blown away with the force of Hurricane winds, blowing that hot thick white cum way up into her.

"Oh Harold what did you do to Ella? You made me feel better than I have felt in a long time! It is going to be wonderful having you live with me and Though I will only want this three or four times a week, I will take care of your needs so far as fetishism is concerned. 

We stayed in bed for awhile after talking about how good it was. I told Ella,

"This was my first time Ella, and I am so glad I made it with a real lady."

"Well that is so nice, you are now starting to live! and I am glad the experience was with a woman you love."

"Harold, if you can play piano the way you made love to Ella, you will be a concert pianist."

We got up and went back to the kitchen as there was some apple pie in the fridge. After we warmed it in the toaster oven that pie satisfied the munchies just fine.



Caught



It was 92 degrees in the shade and after a long day of mowing lawns and trimming trees, was ready to take a nice swim in my neighbor's kidney shaped pool. I practically lived with Terry Hart, the 5'7", boyishly handsome, well-tanned, 19-year-old, with a smooth face, big blue eyes, thick clean-cut sandy-brown hair, and a smooth well-toned 145 pound frame, from middle school until we graduated high school. I was still welcome during summer break of college and figured Terry would already be in the water, after all it was after 5:00 and he got off life guard duty at the public beach at 4:00. 

I was already wearing my red Speedo that was a size small, but being a 19-year-old college kid, didn't have too much spare cash to play with. I pulled my ten speed bike into the garage and walked in through the kitchen. I figured I would grab a cold soda on my way to the backyard. I heard muffled sounds in the livingroom and then a crash!

"Hello!" I called out through the kitchen. "Terry! Mrs. Hart! Is anybody home?"

Ummph mph!" Someone tried to call out!

Being nosy by nature went to investigate.

I found poor Roxy Hart, the 5'5", Barbie doll faced gorgeous, 43-year-old, mother, with high cheekbones, big almond shaped hazel eyes, thick just below her shoulders curly fiery-red hair, and the most remarkable 36GG-24-38 hourglass figure her overstuffed leopard print bra, matching spandex full-cut panty, and suntan controltop pantyhose hugged like a second skin, struggled on the plush red livingroom carpet, her well-manicured hands secured behind her back, her pencil thin ankles taped together, (I wondered how such dainty looking ankles could support so much woman), and a worn pair of pantyhose had been stuffed in her luscious mouth and two 3" wide strips of stretchy flesh colored tape had been plastered over her pouty red lips! She was covered in sweat and in all the right places too! I could see her tiny blood-red nipples poking against the front of the too full bra cups, and the outline of her clean shaven vulva was quite noticeable. The poor MILF was completely helpless and at my mercy! The front of my red Speedo tented out prominently as my big baby-blue eyes took the beautiful sight in!

I must have stared a little too long and wasn't paying attention. I was grabbed from behind and a cloth soaked in chloroform was pressed against my smooth baby face!

I was unconscious for quite a while. I felt someone kick my spandex clad butt a few times and slowly woke up on a queen sized bed with a leopard print bedspread on it. I looked in the full length mirror on the closet door and saw a poor helpless 5'6", well-tanned, teenager with big baby-blue eyes, thick wavy golden-blonde hair and a nicely chiseled 135 pound frame, that my obscenely tight Speedo barely contained my suddenly very erect thick circumcised 8" penis, it was me and my hands were taped behind my back, my ankles secured with the same 3" wide stretchy flesh colored medical tape, a worn red spandex panty was jammed in my mouth and two wide strips of tape placed over my smooth baby face! I was no help to Mrs. Hart at all. I rolled over and saw the gorgeous ultra-buxom beauty struggle. Since it was summer the bedroom was still light enough for me to look around.

The dresser was a mess and jewelry box was knocked over and looted, the drawers were opened and clothes were scattered on the floor. I must have walked in on a burglary!

Roxy meowed incoherently through her pantyhose stuffed mouth as I tried to figure out what happened and why I was more excited than ever! The house for the most part was quiet. I hoped the burglar was gone.

I didn't figure out what happened right away, but from the smell of Roxy's sweat and having her huge bosom pressed against my smooth well-tanned chest, knew why I was so excited that I had a climax in my spandex swimsuit without even touching myself! I had more than my share of erotic dreams with Mrs. Roxy Hart in them, but never beside her! I was embarrassed, but when she turned around, no easy task for a bound and gagged person and even harder for such a top heavy captive, got erect all over again! She moved her taped hands around and meowed incoherently again! I got the hint and rolled on my side so my hands were against her backside.

I at first tried to undo the tape around the gorgeous buxom redhead's hands, but was too excited and could not resist touching her plump firm round bottom that the pantyhose and full-cut panty only emphasized too well! She was soaked from sweat and urine and I began to get wet as I moved around the urine soaked bedspread. Instead of helping her get loose busted a nut instead! I was too aroused to be of any help. She tried to work my tape loose though and kept bumping into me, which felt good!

It began to get dark. I wondered where Terry was, it wasn't like him not to be home by this time. Then I remembered he was seeing a girl who worked in the town library. He had been flirting with her since he got back from college. May-be they went on a first date. It would have to be on this night, but then again it was Friday night.

Roxy had no more luck with my bound hands than I did with her's, even though she tried a lot harder and spent a good hour with the stretchy flesh colored medical tape, that stuck like glue to our skin.

I had nothing but naughty thoughts as the sexiest woman in town struggled on her bed with me as an uninvited guest in it with her. I could do twenty years for what I was thinking and dreaming during this period of idle time. I needed to go to the bathroom!

Roxy rolled off of the bed and hopped across the dark room! I got hard watching as her enormous natural wonders bounced up and down, the bra barely contained them as she turned on the light by backing into the switch! She looked around and saw the unplugged phone on the floor, no wonder why it hadn't rung at all, and she worked from home as a real estate agent, so not hearing it ring was unusual.

She nodded her head and meowed through her pantyhose stuffed mouth. She seemed angry with me. I finally rolled off of the bed and hopped over to her, no easy task for me, and I assumed a bigger challenge for her top heavy frame.

She hopped into the livingroom of her white ranch house with black trim and looked for the second phone, it was disconnected too. The kitchen trip was a waste of time; the phone was off of the yellow wall and lying on the marble counter top. She turned on the light and looked for something sharp. She awkwardly went for a drawer.

I wet my Speedo with warm yellow urine and stood in the middle of the puddle on her shiny black tiled floor. I just hoped we got loose soon; I had to take a crap!

Roxy fumbled with the contents of the drawer as I hopped to help her out. I was a sweaty mess and now stunk, but she did too. I had wood in my Speedo again as she motioned me to turn around. The cold steel against my body made me tense up!

She carefully clipped the tape with a pair of scissors. I was finally free!

I cut her loose and we then pulled the tape from our mouths. I spit out the worn panty that tasted of Roxy.

"Oh my God!" Roxy gasp! 

"Who did this?" I asked as she looked around the house that had been robbed and looked it!

"I don't know." Roxy said. "He was tall and wore a stocking over his head. He made me give him oral sex twice. If you didn't show up he would have done more!"

"That is awful!" I said kind of jealous of the burglar.

A week later;

I sat in my favorite stool at the local diner and had a late breakfast. I liked to stop in at 10:00 to flirt with Sue Steele, a 5'4", well-tanned, very pretty, 20-year-old, waitress, with a round face, thick curly honey-blonde hair, big deep blue eyes, and a fantastic 35C-25-37 hourglass figure her red t-shirt, skintight black spandex pants and white sneakers hugged a little too well, in high school she was a real chunker, and the change was quite remarkable. The conversation of the burglary came up for the third time in a week.

"Did you hear about the Marx's?" Ann asked. "They were robbed last night by two guys wearing nylons over their heads."

"Oh my God!" I gasp. "I went to school with Kim."

"They held her and her mother hostage and made the father bring them to the Treasure Chest to steal the jewelry. Don was able to set off the store alarm when they left."

I pictured Kim and her very pretty mother Kathy bound and gagged and felt excited, then guilty for feeling that way.

"This is the fourth robbery like that this summer." Ann added. "I am getting a little scared."

"But there was only one burglar in Roxy's house." I thought out loud. "May-be it is another team?"

"I overheard the police earlier and they said they made Kim and Kathy suck their pricks." Ann whispered.

I left and went to work. I spent the rest of the day doing my yards and thinking about what Ann leaked out. At the end of the day I decided to take a swim.

Terry was swimming in the pool wearing his yellow Speedo and another guy, Michael Valdez, a movie star handsome, 5'11", olive skinned, 24-year-old, with a smooth oval face, big dark brown eyes, thick well-groomed black hair, and a smooth chiseled 180 pound frame his black Speedo barely contained his big package was sitting on a deck chair drinking a beer. It was 4:30 and they were both feeling pretty good. Terry was never a drinker so this concerned me.

"Did you work today?" I asked Terry after he introduced me to his new friend.

"I quit that gig three weeks ago." Terry grabbed a beer from the cooler. "Low pay and dealing with spoiled kids, not my kind of job."

"Where are you working now?" I asked and it dawned on me I hadn't seen him in quite a while.

"Odd jobs with Michael." Terry said. "Hey get your swimsuit on."

I went to his bedroom to put on my red Speedo. The room was a mess, but looked the same after the robbery. I was suspicious and opened the closet. A velvet bag filled with jewelry was on the floor as well as a pillow case filled with silver, from another burglary! I quickly slipped into my Speedo! I had to call the police!

Michael walked into the room and noticed the sliding door to the closet open and the purple velvet bag on the floor. "You shouldn't have looked little buddy."

"You tied me up and gagged me!" I was mad! "And you had your way with Mrs. Hart!"

"And Terry recorded it." Michael laughed as he picked up a roll of 4" wide white medical tape and a black dirty bikini brief Terry wore recently. "Terry get in here right now!"

Terry almost knocked me over as he charged into his messy bedroom. He helped Michael tape my hands behind my back, ankles together and shoved the dirty underpants in my mouth and slapped two wide strips of tape over my lower face, while Michael chewed him out for being careless. Terry tried to defend himself, but only came up with lame excuses.

The front door opened! 

I tried to yell through my underpants stuffed mouth to warn Roxy! I was so upset I wet me Speedo as the two Speedo clad men charged into the livingroom and grabbed the gorgeous ultra-buxom redhead! I hopped right behind and went to the kitchen and knocked the phone off of the hook and with a great deal of effort punched 9-1-1. I then hopped away as quickly as I could so they would see what I had done.

I was almost out of breath when I finally got into the very busy livingroom. I felt so guilty for having an erection, but the two town burglars were binding and gagging Roxy again!

Terry stuffed a balled up worn leopard print panty in his gorgeous mother's luscious mouth as Michael taped her hands behind her back. She had just returned from the gym and her shiny red leotard, nude tights and white sneakers hugged her hourglass figure like a second skin and just restraining her hands behind her back made her already huge bustline look even bigger, as if that were possible. Poor Roxy was so upset she wet her leotard with urine as Terry wrapped a wide black scarf over her full red lips! Both men were very excited since their spandex bathingsuits didn't conceal their packages well at all!

The front door burst open and four big cops grabbed Michael and Terry! The town crime wave was over and not a minute too soon!

Roxy was not as surprised as I thought she would be when we found out my childhood buddy and her son was involved in burglaries. It turned out college had changed him and he ran into Michael and soon they were doing small break-ins, and got bolder. 

The police found footage of the burglaries on Terry laptop computer. He used a digital camera and filmed the victims including his own mother and even me on the bed.

I sat with her well into the night after the police and a few concerned neighbors left. She was very upset, but seemed to take it as well as a mother could after she found out he helped to rob her own house and allowed his partner in crime to have sex with her.

I made it a point to stop at her house after work to make sure she was alright and of course use the pool.

One night just as I was getting ready to leave she came up to me. "I never did reward you for saving me that night." She purred.

"Oh I was saving myself too." I gulped as her long red fingernails ran across the front of my wet red Speedo.

"Well you seem to always be aroused Todd." Roxy cupped my tight balls with her hand. "Especially when I was tied up and gagged."

"It was exciting, scaring, but for some reason you turned me on." I confessed as she patted my hard frontal bulge.

"May-be we should explore this further." She smiled and led me to her bedroom.

The end?



Caught



After my sister leaves the house, I go into her room and sit on the bed. I couldn't get my mind off of her. We had just moved out of our parent's house when I turned eighteen. She had stayed living there until now and Susan told me that being twenty-two and still at home wasn't cool.

So here I am thinking about her luscious body. I spent a good amount of years thinking about her, it helped me to cum many times when I masturbated. As I sit here I think about looking for her diary or better yet, what panties she wears.

As I look in her drawer, I find some thongs and a little lingerie. She even has a pair of handcuffs. As I go through her panties I find some pictures of her playing with her pussy with a thick blue dildo. My first thoughts are of who had taken these of her. It didn't really matter to me and apparently not to my cock either. I could feel my hardness pushing against the fabric of my pants.

Since Susan wasn't there, I take out my cock and begin to stroke it. I take a pair of her soft panties from the drawer and wrap my cock with them and start stroking harder using the material like a soft pussy sliding over my cock. As I do I look at the pictures of Susan working her pussy over with that big, thick dildo. She is so wet in the pictures and I can see her pussy juice on her asshole and on the dildo.

I am pumping my cock so hard by now that I don't hear the front door. I work my way through the pictures to find one of Susan sliding the dildo in her ass and her fingers in her pussy. I can't believe what I am seeing. I wanted to fuck her so bad and as I work my cock hard, I suddenly hear a voice say, "What the fuck are you doing!"

I try to stop, but I start to cum. I look over and as I cum hard all over the panties wrapped around my cock, I can see Susan standing there with her hands on her hips. I cum so hard, but then I realized I have been busted.

Susan walks up to me and takes the pictures. "I can't believe what I just saw," she says angrily.

"I'm sorry Susan," is the only thing I can find words to say.

Susan looks down and asks, "Are those my panties on your cock?"

I nod yes and go to take them off. As I do, she walks over and grabs my cock. "What did you think of the pictures?" she asks.

"They were pretty hot," I say.

She squeezes my cock hard in response, working her hand up and down my shaft. She peels the cum soaked panties from my cock and asks, "Does it feel good having the panties the cover my pussy on your cock?"

I nod and say, "It feels wonderful, but I would love to feel what your pussy feels like on my cock."

Susan looks up at me, stroking my cock in her hand. She then kneels in front of me. "You are a dirty boy," she says just before taking my cock in her mouth. Susan sucks it in deep, looking up at me the whole time. Her mouth feels so good and she works her hand on my balls. I am loving this and before I can say anything Susan takes my cock from her mouth and says, "Maybe more later. I need to get to work."

She tosses the pictures back at me, stands up and walks out. I am still rock hard and now I want to ravage her. I look at the pictures again and stroke my cock so hard. One of the pictures is Susan sitting on her hands and knees with her thick, blue dildo in her pussy. With the look of it shoved all the way in her tight pussy and the look on her face makes me cum hard again.

When I'm finished I put the pictures back and clean up. I spent the whole day doing nothing except think about Susan. Eventually time passed and Susan came strolling through the door. She looks at me and says, "I have a treat for you, little brother."

Before I can say anything in response, she pulls out a red dildo with little ridges running down it. She walks up to me and kisses me and takes my hand, placing it on her crotch. We explore each other's mouths with our tongues and before I know it, she is pushing me down onto the couch. Susan strips off her pants and panties and sits down next to me. She grabs my hand again and places it on her soaking wet pussy. I can't believe just how wet she is.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about your cock," she tells me. "You looked so hot stroking it with my panties."

She spreads her legs apart, looking right at me. I stand and strip off my clothes and then I sit down so she can see my hard cock. Susan's eyes are transfixed on my cock. She is rubbing her pussy, slowly working her finger over her clit and then around het wet hole, sliding a finger in, deeper and deeper each time.

I lean in and kiss her. Susan pulls me close and wiggles lower so that I am above her. I kiss her neck and down further, pulling her shirt up exposing her firm breasts and hard nipples. I suck on them one by one. As I work my way lower, I kiss and nibble, driving her wild.

Susan moans as I lick her pussy, slowly at first, over her clit, down her slit, across her asshole and then slowly back up to her pussy. As I continue to lick her body begins to convulse and her pussy juices came out in a rush. She grabs my head, pushing it into her pussy. I lick harder and am rewarded with another orgasm. As her climax begins to subside I move up to kiss her and after a long passionate kiss, she pushes me onto my back.

Susan moves to the other side of the couch and pulls out her dildo. She slowly works it into her wet pussy and quickly the toy becomes slick with her pussy juices. In no time she starts cumming again, shaking and soaking her toy even more.

As she pumps the toy in and out, harder and deeper now, I stand and place my cock at her mouth. She takes it into her mouth, sucking it all the way down to the back of her throat. She shakes again, moaning around my cock as she climaxes again. I just love the way her pussy looks, soaked in her own juices.

Susan pulls her dildo from her pussy and releases my cock from her mouth. "Sit down," she instructs. As I do she crawls on top of me, straddling me. She grabs hold of my cock and slowly lowers her pussy down on it, impaling herself. Inch by inch my cock fills her pussy. She is tight and wet; I can't believe how good my sister feels. Never had I imagined that it would fell this good.

Susan moans and sinks lower, taking my cock as deep as it will go. Then she leans in and kisses me, exploring with her tongue deep in my mouth. She starts moving, slowly at first, on my cock, then faster and faster. Her hips grind back and forth, pushing down hard on me. Soon she is cumming yet again, soaking me with her juices. I grab onto her hips, pulling er down onto me so that I am deeper inside her. The pressure of my cock against her walls forces the squirting to intensify. Her juices are even beginning to soak the couch cushion.

I abruptly reach around and slide a finger into her asshole. "Mmm," she moans. "Yes, fuck my ass."

She grinds herself on me harder and a few seconds later I am bursting inside her tight, wet pussy, filling her up. She continues to rock back and forth hard, milking my cock for every drop. Before I am done, Susan kisses me deep and cums on my cock again. 

I hold her close to me and slowly pump my cock in and out of her. I kiss her again and pull her up so that my cock pops out of her pussy.

"No, I'm not done with you yet," she complains, struggling to get back on me. Before she can, I reach around and place my cockhead at her dripping, wet asshole. Susan looks at me and smiles, "Take my ass little brother.

I smile back and pull her down on top of my cock. As I slowly fill her tight ass, her eyes roll to the back of her head. Once I am fully inside her again I begin working my cock in and out, slowly at first, then faster. Susan starts to fuck back until she is slamming her ass down hard onto my cock. Her moans turn into screams. I fuck her hard and deep. Her asshole grips my cock as if trying to pull me back in with each stroke. She leans back, giving me a full view of her luscious body and I slide two fingers into her pussy. She is soaking wet and her pussy takes my fingers in deep.

I feel my balls tighten and my cock swell and suddenly I am filling her ass with my hot, sticky cum. She pushes down, getting my cock as deep in her ass as possible. Then she kisses me deep and long. We fall into the couch and with my cock still in her, she looks into my eyes and says, "Let's become more than brother and sister."

I smile at her and ask, "What more can we become?"

She smiles back and says, "I have waited for this moment since I was twelve. I have loved you since then."

Then it dawns on me what she is implying. "You want to be my wife?"

The only answer I get from her is in the form of a smile and then she kisses me longer and deeper than before.



Caught



Author's Note: Following is a lesbian scene with exhibition and voyeurism elements, as well as bi-sexual undertones, brief anal play and a final scene of under-descriptive heterosexual intercourse. If for any reason you do not desire to read any of the above mentioned things do not proceed to read the story, otherwise enjoy the rush. As always votes and comments are welcome, thank you for reading my work. ~ Red



The phone rang and naturally I sighed, curious as to who was calling me now – what calamity had befallen upon my sister that I would be asked to fix? The voice on the other end however was Scott, my groundskeeper. I was surprised to hear from him, but not troubled until he asked if he could rearrange his schedule. He needed to head out of town and was hoping he could come by tomorrow and take care of the trimming and mowing of the grounds. I agreed, hung up the phone and immediately picked it back up to dial Sara's number. 

She answered with her usual perky voice, a voice that over the phone sounded childish; in reality she was just a few years younger than my thirty-eight. "Change of plans," I told her when she asked why I was calling.

"Oh?" 

"Yeah, Scott has to head out of town and is coming over tomorrow. Do you mind moving things up a few days?" I asked. My pulse was racing as I 'heard' her thinking about what she could ditch and what she couldn't. 

"What time?" 

"He'll be here around 8:30 in the morning, though knowing Scott he'll show up earlier than that," I answered. 

"Tomorrow morning is fine. Just as long as we're done by noon," Sara answered. 

I laughed. "I can't promise that," I told her. 

"Well, how about I come over tonight, sleep at your place, and I'll already be there if he does show up early." 

Grinning into the phone I answered, "Sounds like a plan. I'll be home the rest of the day, so show up when you're able." 

"I'll be there in a few hours. I just have to finish a few things up here and run a few errands. Do you need me to pick up anything?" 

"Not that I can think of. I'll see you when I see you." I hung up the phone and went about my day. The idea of Scott coming tomorrow instead of his usual Friday appointment made my skin grow pink and my pussy tighten. 

Scott had been hired almost six months ago. He was around my age, a few inches taller than me, dark hair, a goatee, a nice smile, easy laugh. He was strong, broad shouldered and whenever I caught him looking at me, my knees buckled. A few weeks ago that changed – granted he was still attractive to me and I melted whenever he caste a smile my way, but now I knew without a doubt he was very much into me, as much as I was into him.

His interest was confirmed shortly after a teasing moment between Sara and I that I made sure Scott saw. Sara had arrived and I knew he was watching us, so I grabbed her, brought her close to me and planted a long, deep, tongue-twisting kiss on her upturned lips. My pussy had instantly flooded with arousal and when we parted we were both breathless. We ended up in bed together and had been fucking like bi-sexual bunnies ever since. Shortly after this I was lying on the couch, my curtains open and my thoughts drifting over my relationship with Sara. I could almost taste her on my tongue. My eyes drifted shut and my hands slid down my belly; my fingers eased into my skirt and under my panty. I imagined her smile, her wicked expression as she settled her face between my legs. A soft moan escaped my lips as I watched her tongue snake out and taste my slit, my fingers soon began to mimic the teasing her tongue and teeth had provided. 

As I played with myself I couldn't help but enjoy the touch of my thumb scrapping my clit, or my nails dragging across my cunt. My other hand moved up to my tank top. I lifted it, pulled one of my tits out of my bra and began to tease the nipple. The more I played the more I started moaning and thrashing. My hips rose and fell; my fingers disappeared into my pussy. The juices oozed out. The sound and scent of fucking myself made my nostrils flare and my face flush. I rolled to the side of the couch, lifted my leg and really went to work fucking myself. I was so close to coming. My toes started to curl, my lungs burned and I felt my pussy tighten around my fingers. I gasped and hissed as come squirted out of me. My head was thrown back and my legs had slammed down on my forearm, trapping it as my hips rolled and bucked to a natural rhythm. When I opened my eyes, Scott stood outside my window, staring at me. 

At first I was mortified. Seconds passed as silence hung in the air. What could I do? Or say? I almost apologized, but as the seconds turned into a minute all thoughts of an apology went out the window. This was my house and my fucking privacy. I pulled my fingers from my pussy, lifted one eyebrow and began to drink the fluids that dripped down my fingers, over my wrist and across my arm. When I was done bathing myself, like a kitten stroking its milky fur, I licked my lips, winked and left the room. Scott never said anything to me about what he saw, but from that point on I made damn sure that if he was around I was on that couch and I was fucking myself with either my hand or my toys. Tomorrow though, tomorrow I was going to confront him and Sara was just the tip of the iceberg. 

She arrived that night and we fucked. The following morning we both woke up early. We shaved each others pussy and of course tested the smooth surfaces to make sure we hadn't left any unwanted curls behind. When Scott arrived, he did his usual thing. He parked his truck, unloaded his tools and headed to the storage shed where he pulled out what equipment I had on the premises. When his gaze fell on the big window at the front of the house I knew Sara and I had him hooked. 

She stood naked, her back facing the window. I wanted Scott to think that she didn't know what was happening. I wanted him to believe that I was playing a trick on my friend, for his benefit. My hands ran up and down one of her arms, while I stepped up to her. I lifted her blonde curls and nuzzled her neck. Scott and my eyes met. I smirked, winked, and began to suck hungrily on Sara's pulse. I knew where to kiss, how much pressure, how much nibbling I had to deliver so she would buckle. I pushed her hair away and let it fall over her left breast. 

My hands were free to roam over her body. One trailed down her back, tickling her spine. She threw her head back and laughed. Her hair slid back to lay across my arm, hiding my fingers. With my other hand I teased the curve of her ass. The tips of my nails danced across her cheeks; my palm and fingers kneaded the round buttocks. She pushed her rear into my touch. I chuckled and gave her a playful swat. She squealed. 

Scott's tongue came out. He licked his lips and lowered the pruning shears to the ground. I knew I had him. His hand moved to his belt; he released the buckle. My breath caught in my throat. In my ear I heard Sara ask, "What's he doing?"

"He's gonna jerk off Sara, right there, right outside my window," I told her as I moved my mouth over her shoulder. "You ready?" I asked. 

She giggled, nodded her head and tried to stand still. I licked my lips, winked at Scott and bent down to pick up a scarf I had 'accidentally' forgotten to put away. Sara trusted me and I her. We'd been friends for years and why it had taken me teasing Scott to get us to kiss, I'll never know, but it had. Now we were beyond kissing and as I blindfolded my lover and best-friend I saw Scott's head loll back as if he were mentally saying, "You've got to be kidding me." I openly laughed at him and spun Sara around so she faced the window. 

She turned her head toward me and whispered, "You're the best, thank you." 

Sara was thanking me because her blindfold was not really a blindfold. From a distance it looked like one, and even up close it could pass the muster, but for the person actually wearing it, all it did was slightly distort the image they were looking at. Sara could see Scott, her view was slightly off, but that was quickly remedied when I slowly walked her to the window. From the look on Scott's face I swear he could have come right then and there. Both of us women stood as naked as the day we were born in front of him. Only the glass separated us. There was no doubt whatsoever that he would see every tantalizing thing I did to little Miss Sara and she would see everything he did to himself. 

"Are you ready baby?" I asked her, my voice was soft and low. I looked at Scott and mouthed "ready" to him. He nodded his head and pulled out his cock. "Of fuck Sara he's got a nice dick." 

"I know," she answered. She licked her lips. "You don't mind sharing him?" she asked. 

I chuckled. "I don't mind at all."

Scott watched as I placed myself next to Sara. My fingers pushed into her hair and I turned her to face me. Our lips met, this time the kiss he witnessed was slow and seductive. He could see our tongues merging into each other. The sunlight glistened on our lips and saliva as our mouths danced. Her tongue sought out mine whenever I moved away and when I would return to suck on hers she would press toward me. With my fist in her hair, she was forced to go wherever I led her. Sara's head dropped back exposing her neck. My lips suckled on her creamy flesh. She moaned and I purred. The vibrations drove her wild. As I tasted her, my eyes focused on Scott's dick. His hand moved up and down; he rolled his thumb over the tip and down the spongy top. 

"He's so tasty looking," Sara whispered; she let one of her hands move down my arm and over to my tit. I growled low as she milked it. "You like this, don't you?" she asked as she flicked my hardened nipple and pulled it with her fingers. 

"Fuck yes," I answered with heart-felt honesty. My skin was growing more and more heated. I knew I was blushing and the brightness of my arousal added to my natural pink hue. With one hand I captured Sara's and placed it behind her back. "Hold still baby," I told her, before slowly gliding down and pausing at her breasts. 

Scott and my eyes again met. He watched as my tongue darted out to taste her pink bud. I licked and bathed it with soft strokes, pushed at it with firm laps. The hard point arched up; tiny beads and ridges became more pronounced. I opened my mouth and consumed her tit. She was a smaller breasted woman; her entire globe would fit in his mouth, I had no doubt of that. For me it was more than a mouth full, one I handled beautifully. The flesh was pulled and massaged, suckled, and fondled. It fell free and I leaned over, treated the other to the same torture. Scott shifted his stance just enough so he could watch me drink her in. I glanced at him and saw he had pulled his balls out. "Fuck me and let me die," I whimpered as his testicles came into view. He palmed them, showcasing them and my pussy flexed in response. 

"I saw that coming," Sara muttered, "You like balls." 

"Fuck yeah," I muttered before settling on my knees. "Turn toward me, but just enough – there, yeah right there should work."

Scott had – for the most part – a bird's eye view for the devouring I was preparing to give Sara. My fingers moved to the top of her pussy I spread her open and lowered my face to her moist hole. She smelled beautiful and the taste of her cunt seemed sweeter now that I was showing her off to another. The tip of my tongue swept up, cleaning the sides of her pussy lips. Her clit was prominent, more so than mine which she told me was small and petite. The nub of her sex poked at me. I drew it between my lips, pulled and then released it, only to gather it up again. I stroked the nub continuously. Sara grabbed my hair and shoved me deeper into her. I chuckled. Obviously she'd forgotten Scott was watching. She was supposed to let me take my time. 

My fingers went to work on her sex. Two digits plunged into her hole. I fucked her over and over; the long digits slid easily; my knuckles scrapped her fleshy wall. I could feel the hollowness of her sex and wanted to fill it with my tongue. Angling my head, my fingers left her opening and my tongue filled her. I pushed deep, burying myself between her lips. She bucked and rode my face, humping me with a vigor that I knew was brought on by the exhibition we were giving Scott. 

"I'm gonna come," she grunted. I glanced at Scott. His dick was swollen and his hand moved at lighting speed. The motion entranced me and I almost missed the shower of come that erupted from Sara's pussy – almost. She yanked me back to the moment and pushed me in so I had no choice but to either swallow or drown. God, she was beautiful when she came. Her fluids were hot and bathed me. I drank greedily. I swallowed as fast as humanly possible. "Fuck – fuck – oh god Dee, I can't – I can't..." 

There were no words I could utter even if I had them. My name fell from her lips and I rejoiced knowing I had brought her pleasure. Gone was Scott and my desire was only for the liquid silver that poured from Sara. When she released the tension on my scalp, the sting was minor compared to the throbbing between my legs. I looked up and grinned. She smiled back and lifted the blindfold from her face. Together we turned to stare at Scott. His cock was still in his hands; sunlight glistened on his come. Simultaneously Sara and I licked our lips. I rose to the floor and kissed my lover. "I'll be right back," I told her. 

Scott stood still and when I approached him outside he muttered, "Fuck." The word was long and drawn out. I lifted a brow and crossed my arms in front of my bare breasts. 

"Like that did you?" I asked. 

He grinned; it was the cockiest grin I'd ever seen on a man. It was also by far one of the sexiest. "I did," he admitted. "Looks like you need some help. She's worn out." He nodded toward the window. 

Sara had moved to the kitchen and returned with a tall glass of water. "Sara could go on for hours. She's fine." 

"I don't know she looks pretty exhausted."

I laughed. "You don't even know her, besides you can't help me out. Your cock is deflated. You pumped all the juice out and wasted it on your shirt." 

Scott chuckled. "I'm sure with the proper touch," he reached out and stroked my lips, "I'd be ready." 

Rolling my eyes, I stared down at his limp rod. "Blow jobs, that's all you men care about – that and watching girls fuck." 

He shrugged his shoulders. 

"Come with me Scott," I told him and walked away. There was no way he was going to turn me down. I knew it. He knew it. When we walked into the house, even Sara knew it. She grinned, stood up from the couch and patted a chair that she'd moved in front of it. "Strip," I told him, as I walked over to one of the bureaus in my living room. 

I heard the rustling of clothes and soon Sara's "sit down" filled my ears. Turning around I faced Scott and my lover. He was sitting in the chair she'd provided. I approached, my eyes held his as he looked at my hands. There were two more scarves. 

"Sara, he thinks you're too tired to pleasure me and that if I suck his cock, like a good little girl, I can have the pleasure of using his dick." 

"I didn't say it quite like that," Scott said; his voice was laced with humor. His cock twitched as I handed one scarf to Sara. Together we bound his wrists to the chair. "Bitches." He laughed and we smiled. Each one of us kissed him. He tasted Sara on me and suckled the tip of my tongue until most of her essence was gone. Sara was not forgotten and he shared what he had stolen from me with her. We both pulled away from him and stared at his cock. It showed signs of life. 

"Lie down baby," Sara said to me. The floor was bare of anything but the carpet and I knew tomorrow I'd have to bring in a cleaning crew to wash away the come that was going to coat the shag material. Perhaps I'd make Scott work off the extra expense. I laid down and Sara moved over me. She placed her pussy in front of my face and I felt her breath on mine. "Dee loves to sixty-nine," she told Scott. She slipped one finger into my opening. I moaned and pushed my ass up. "Down baby girl," she whispered. My ass dropped softly to the floor. 

Scott watched her pleasure me. Her tongue rolled over my flesh, much like mine had hers earlier and much like it was doing now. We fucked each other; each one took turns talking dirty. I called her my slut. She called me a whore, a dirty little cunt. Her fingers slapped my pussy, while my face was once again buried between her thick lips. I felt the knowing sign of her gathering my moisture and easing it down the crack of my ass. "Yes, Sara – yeah, do it. You know how much I like your finger in my ass." 

I rose up just enough and spread her ass open as she used her fingers to open mine. I felt her pinkie first and then her pointer finger. My body convulsed. I licked my way up to her puckered button and licked. We were both clean, having taken the necessary steps to assure that this game we played out in front of Scott would not go wrong. Her skin was warm and pure as I rimmed her. She slipped her tongue inside and we feasted on one another. The canal was tight and we each moaned in pleasure. We fell back into one another and went back to eating our way through several mini-eruptions of come. I swallowed and gulped. She sipped and sucked. We were wet, sticky and hot. Our faces were coated with juice; we pulled apart, got onto our knees and faced one another. The flats of our tongues devoured the split come. Her body was sweaty, as was mine. We melted into each other as our fingers touched and pulled at the hard tips of our breasts. When we had slowly sated ourselves we turned to face Scott. 

He was hard again. His fingers were gripping the chair and his face was red from sexual frustration. His jaw looked clenched as if he were using all the power in him not to come. Sara and I crawled to him and rose to our feet. I straddled him, my legs slid between the chair and the arm rests. It was a tight fit, but I knew it would only enhance the impact of his cock sliding into my slick hole. Sara stood behind me and fed him one of my breasts. I took his dick in my hand and proceeded to show him how over-rated a blow job was and how "exhausted" Sara and I were - - not. 



Caught



My sister was staying at our house, she was working as a nurse, on night shift, and slept most of the day. One afternoon, when I was feeling horny, I thought I would have a few hours to myself, as she would sleep all afternoon, my wife was at work, and kids at school. I am secretly bi-curious, and love to browse the gay or tranny groups looking at those big juicy dicks, and imaging what it would be like to suck on them and have mine sucked by a man. I was soon hard and horny, so as I was expecting to be in private for at least another hour, I stripped off and started rubbing my swollen dick, while I browsed those long hard dick pics.

I was moaning softly, as I was really turned on, and close to cumming, when all of a sudden I heard a female voice say "What the fuck are you doing there?" and was blinded by a camera flash as my sister Courtney stood there in her nightie, camera in hand, and puzzled look on her face! I reached across to turn off the monitor, and tried to cover my bulging dick, but she said "It's a bit late for that, I've been watching you for nearly 10 minutes, wanking off to dicks".

My heart pounded, as I said "You're not going to tell Jessica are you? Please don't, she would kick me out in an instant". 

She replied "I don't need to tell her anything, I have a great picture of you naked and wanking off to a dick picture! What's this picture worth to you?"

I groaned, realizing that she held all the cards right now, and I was in really hot water. I replied "OK, what do you want, name it, anything you desire, as long as you give me that picture". 

She said "Let's go upstairs and we can discuss your options in the bedroom", as her eyes were firmly fixed on my still hard erection. 

"You're not going to make me cheat on my wife are you?" I said, rather sheepishly. 

"You already did, I have a picture of you to prove it" she laughed.

"But that's not cheating, I was only fooling around, it's only my imagination."

"Too bad, my sister considers that cheating, so if it's good enough for her then it's good enough for me too". I didn't understand what she meant, or what she wanted me to do.

We entered her room, and she said to lie down on the bed. She took out some stockings, and tied my hands to the corners of the wooden posts, and then my feet to the other corner posts. She laughed, "Silly men, always perving on the wrong things". 

"What are you going to do to me?" I was scared that she could still tell my wife about my activities. 

"I want you to lick my cunt, my ass, my tits, and then MAYBE I will let you go after that".

She lifted her nightie over her head, revealing her perfect, firm, soft breasts, the nipples were standing up so hard, she must have been turned on by the power of her dominance over my tied body, maybe from my swollen knob, I just wished she would hurry up and get it over with.

"Do you like my boobs, slave?"

"Yes." 

She slapped me and said "You must reply YES MISTRESS". 

OMG I thought, this is a wild one! I had better play along, at least until I could get the photo off the camera! I replied "Yes, mistress", and she leaned forward, and rubbed her nipples in my face, and over my chest. My cock was dribbling with anticipation, I couldn't control that, as she had an awesome body, much younger than my wife.

I could see a wet patch in the front of her panties also, and wondered what her pussy looked like! 

"Lick my tits, slave" she yelled, as she presented her nipples to my tongue. 

I licked and sucked on those firm breasts, and she moaned slightly and leaned back, savoring the moment. I was close to cumming, but I was able to hold back the feeling, but I think she sensed this. She laughed again, and stood up, removing her panties. She was hairless, smooth, her pussy lips were parted slightly, and I could see they were so wet, a trickle ran down her leg.

She crawled over me and straddled herself over my chest. I could smell her pussy, it was so wet and juicy and it trickled out and dripped on my chest. She could see my eyes staring at her juicy hole. 

"You want to lick my cunt, slave?" she jokingly said.

I had no choice but to play along with her game, and said "Yes, mistress". 

"Too bad, I want you to lick my ass first!" as she turned her body around, and put her big soft ass in my face. "Lick my hole, slave" she demanded. 

"No way, I don't want to lick your ass". 

She grabbed my balls, and squeezed hard, bringing a tear to my eye from the pain, then she repeated her request "Lick my ass, slave, or I'll rip your balls off". 

If I could have moved my hands, I would have thrown her off the bed. So to prevent more pain in my most sensitive area, I licked her ass as best as I could, I was close to her pussy lips, but she kept them just out of reach.

Meanwhile, she run her fingers up and down my shaft, and pulled at my pubic hairs, I was busting to cum, and with her ass and pussy odor in my face, I could no longer hold back. She grabbed my cock and rubbed it up and down.

"Do you like my ass slave?"

I replied a bit muffled that I did. She squeezed my shaft, placing her mouth close to my cock, I could feel her breath on the head, oh how I wished she would lick it and give me some relief. Suddenly She lifted her body up on her knees, and positioned her pussy over my mouth.

"Lick my pussy slave, make me cum over your face!"

Oh boy did I want that so bad. Her pussy lips we parted and very wet, she was desperate for a fuck as much as me, but she wanted oral first I guess. I ran my tongue over her pussy lips, and flicked her clit, she shuddered and moaned, as I licked and sucked and gently bit her pussy lips, she was young and sweet, and so wet and turned on.

As she got closer to orgasm, she suddenly licked my swollen knob, up and down the shaft, then placing the head in her mouth and sliding up and down, and then suddenly she came on my face, shaking and shuddering and moaning loudly, and I too could no longer hold back, and came in her mouth. She was like a wild cat, sucking and licking my cum, while moaning and biting my spewing cock.

She quickly got up, and looked at my face, covered in her juices, then swiveled around, and straddled herself over my cum covered cock, sliding down on my whole eight inches. She lifted herself up and down, sliding her cunt up and down my slippery shaft, moaning and screaming with pleasure. 

I cried "Get off me, you're cheating on your sister!" 

"I don't care, I want your big hard cock in my cunt, it feels so good and I haven't had sex with my husband since I came here 6 months ago!"

I could feel her cervix bumping against the knob on my cock, and this made her moan even more as she came again, as she rode up and down my cock, until she finally fell down, laying on my chest with her soft, warm body.

"Can I have my picture now please?" 

"You can have a copy, I'm going to keep the original, just in case I need something from you later". 

My heart sank, but at least I had her word that she wouldn't tell my wife what we had done, as my wife would have kicked us both out! 

"Can you untie me now please?" 

"No, I am going to take some more pictures first, just to make sure you do as you are told". 

Oh no, I thought to myself, what have I got myself into? 

It had been quiet for a few days, Jessica's sister had not mentioned anything, or done anything out of the ordinary, but occasionally show would wink at me when I walked past her going to the shower in her bath robe.

One morning, Jessica went to the bathroom, and got in the shower, getting ready to go to work. I was lying in bed half awake, when suddenly the bedroom door opened, and in walked Courtney. 

"What are you doing?"

"Resting". 

"Where is Jessica?"

I thought that was obvious, and replied "In the shower, she'll be out soon, so you better leave now".

"Bull!" she said, "She always takes half an hour in the shower, I grew up with her, I know!" 

"So what do you want then?" I quizzed. 

"I want to watch you wank off for me, or I'll show Jessica that picture of you at the computer!"

Her eyes suddenly spotted a pink object on Jessica's bedside table, and lit up is surprise "What's that for?" she said, pointing at the pink dick object on the bedside table. 

I tried to make excuses and said "It's a decoration, you can keep lollies in it!" 

She laughed, and said "OK, it's a lolly, I want to see you suck it and then stick it in your ass and cum for me!"

I scoffed at the idea, "No way, what do you think I am, gay or something?" 

She glared at me. "Maybe we can ask Jessica when I show her this picture" and produced the camera from her robe's pocket. She walked across to the bed, and snapped a picture of the toy, and then sneaked to the bathroom door, opening it ever so slightly, and peeping inside. Jessica was washing her hair, and Courtney took a few quick pics, then quietly closed the door.

"She's just started washing her hair, that will take another 20 minutes" she chuckled. "Now suck your pink lollipop, or I'll post these pics on the internet, and Jessica will blame you for that". 

I groaned again, and reluctantly grabbed the pink toy. 

"Hang on" she said, pulling the covers off the bed, "I want to see your dick too, hold the lollipop near your dick so I can take a photo". As the covers peeled back, my semi-hard dick flopped on my stomach. She gasped, and said "Nice, you were expecting me, weren't you?" to

"Of course not". 

She slapped my leg. "Behave yourself and do what I tell you, OR ELSE".

I lay the pink dick next to mine, and she took a photo. "So that's what my sister uses when you are night shift, no wonder she prefers the real thing, it's much bigger!" she laughed. "Now lick it, slave, and then put it in your mouth". 

I did as she requested, and she snapped a few more photos. 

"Push it all the way in, slave." 

I reluctantly did. I was getting aroused being commanded to do such erotic things, and my dick was hard, and pre-cum was dribbling out. 

"Hold it against your dick, show me which one is bigger, slave".

It was obvious that she was also getting aroused being the commanded in this situation, but I had no way of getting the pics away from her camera, indeed if she had already posted them on the internet where Jessica's friends could see them.

"Show me your man pussy, slave, open your asshole hole and stick that lollipop in deep". 

She was starting to breath heavier with excitement, and dropped her robe on the floor. She was dressed only in a skimpy G-string, and a very wet patch at the front showed she was very turned on. 

"Slide that lollipop in and out of your ass, slave" she whispered, as she continued snapping pics, but her other hand was rubbing the front of her panties

I heard the shower water stop running, and Courtney continued "Hurry up and wank off for me, before my sister catches you"

I grabbed my straining dick and started to rub my hand up and down my rock hard shaft. I was so turned on with a hard dildo in my ass, I could feel that I was about to cum. "I'm cumming" I whispered .

She moved closer to the side of the bed, to get a closer view and continued taking pictures. She knelt beside the bed, and pulled down her G-string, showing her red, juicy pussy lips spread wide with her hand, rubbing and poking in and out of her juicy slit. "Show me how you cum, slave".

The scent of her juicy pussy took me over the edge, and I ejaculated, cum shooting up to my chest and stomach, she too was rubbing faster and faster with one hand, and trying to take pictures with the other, as the last of my cum dribbled out over my hand. She came quickly from the sight of my juices spurting out, and with juices running down her leg, she quickly pulled up her G-string, got up and grabbed her robe, quickly putting it on, and left the bedroom, leaving me to very quickly clean up the mess, before Jessica came out to get dressed.



Caught



Two more rooms to go and then she could do the corridors. The job was not too bad; if only there wasn't the constant, nagging worry about money. If she couldn't find a way to meet three months' rent in time... Mr Dane had offered her a loan, but she didn't trust him; she'd overheard a conversation about him and it seemed he asked an enormously high rent, and if you didn't pay up - Alice felt she was already in the downward spiral too deep. She had tried to find another job for the evenings, but as yet she'd not had any luck. 

She slid her card through the slot of room 206 and wheeled her trolley inside. She shut the door and quickly surveyed the room. Hmm - single occupant, only one bed slept in. Tidy, clothes neatly put away, bed not too rumpled, no junk on the floor - nothing on the bedside table but a wallet... She stopped in her tracks. Her shameful thoughts made her hair stand on end and she sat down for a moment and pressed the palms of her hands into her eyes. Damn it all. If her mother had not been so ill, and all her own fault, too - she shook herself. Perhaps... she went to the bedside table and tried to block out her conscience.

Dave had flown in the night before on business. He was a quiet, soft-spoken man who knew exactly what he wanted, but who had found out life didn't always deliver the goods. His marriage had failed completely; it transpired his wife, who after a very short time continually found fault with her life and everything in it, not excluding him, had had lots of others and he had cleanly severed their bond. Her new boyfriend had been very rich and she had simply left without trying to bleed him white - she had done so when that next relationship had lost its shine for her. Bah, no more women for him. He had decided that life alone held too much appeal for him; he had been on his own for years now. Here, he could visit Gene Greenfield, a very old friend - they always spent a lot of time together talking. They shared a taste for classical music, jazz, sixties pop... Good company, Dave thought. 

That morning he had had a slow and quite good breakfast, and then he had gone to the nearby tube station. He went to buy himself a ticket and found to his annoyance that he must have left his wallet in his hotel room. 

He legged it back to his hotel fast, took the stairs for speed, dashed into the room and stopped short.

"Now what on earth do you think you're doing?" he said.

She froze and all colour left her face. Oh God. She turned around. "Er, I..."

"I see," Dave said as he fixed her with stern, unsmiling eyes. "I will call the management and let them deal with you." 

"Please," she said almost inaudibly. "Please don't - I can explain - I will never get a job any more - I can try and keep you company while you're here - I..."

He cut her short; he would be late if he sorted this out now. "Good," he said. "Hand me my wallet. I expect you here tonight at six - and you had better think of a very good explanation indeed. I will not report you until then."

Fuming he made his way back to the tube station and he was only just in time for his first appointment.

That day's business went very well; but there was one thing that drove everything else straight from his mind. He had planned to visit Gene at his office at three but when he arrived at the old address the old brass nameplate was gone; instead there was a marble one indicating the edifice housed an insurance company he did not usually deal with. He raised his eyebrows and went in. The girl at the desk told him she was very sorry, but alas, Mr Greenfield had suddenly died last November. Yes, it had been a heart attack; she did not know what had happened to his widow. 

Dave thanked her for the information and went out into the April sunshine. He felt completely dazed. How could he have missed this? Perhaps Louisa, Dave's widow, who did not care for him much had forgotten to inform him? He went into the nearest pub for a double whisky - he didn't usually drink during working hours, but he really needed a drink now. He conducted the afternoon's business almost automatically, and went back to his hotel room at five thirty. He sat down and started to compose a letter of condolences to Louisa. No matter what she did or didn't think of him, he always tried to round things off correctly.

While he was turning a tricky phrase in his mind there was a knock. Bother, he thought. Who the hell could that be? 

He got up and opened the door. In the corridor Alice was mutely waiting for him to tell her to come in. 

"Oh yes," he said, "there you are. You'd better come in."

She went in. Her whole body felt stiff, a stiffness that had come over her immediately when she'd heard him come in that morning, and that had not left her during the day. All the muscles in her back were stiff; so were her limbs. She knew the feeling; during her mother's more unreasonable periods she'd felt the same, more or less - the difference was that she did not see any way out now. She stood stiffly, waiting for Dave to pronounce his verdict.

He stood looking at her. He saw a somewhat thin woman with frightened, tired eyes in a dress that must have known better days. He thought her dirty blonde hair had probably been dyed, and she could do with a haircut. She wore cheap make-up and a cheap perfume, rather like bad soap. Her cheeks were hollow. But he like the shape of her bones and he thought she would have nice eyes if she didn't look so tense. Good, he thought. I'll finish my letter tonight.

"My name is Dave Bernard," he said, and raised his eyebrows.

"I'm Alice Green," she said hesitantly. 

"Sit down," he told her and directed her into one of the easy chairs near the window. She walked up to it, stiffly, with hunched shoulders and sat down while straightening her dress over her knees. She put her hands together in her lap, her right hand in her left. He could see that she worked the fingers of her left hand as if she were kneading, and got the impression that she could burst into tears at any moment.

"Look," he said, "I'm not going to hit you, you know. Did you have dinner before you came?"

She shook her head.

"Right," he said. He called room service and ordered two meals and a bottle of red wine. "We will have dinner first, and then you can try and explain."

She sat, head bowed, and looked at her shoes. 

Dave followed her gaze. She wore carefully polished sensible shoes that had obviously seen better days, too; the heels were completely worn. He wondered how to begin; his thoughts were cut short when room service arrived with their meals. Dave signed the chit and poured them both a firm glass of wine. 

"You do drink?" he asked.

She nodded again. "I used to, now and then," she said.

"Good," he said. "Let's eat, then. Have a nice meal."

"Thank you," she said.

They ate in silence. Dave kept looking at her; she looked at her plate, her thoughts and fears milling in her head. But the food was good, and gradually she allowed herself to enjoy it a little. 

When they had finished eating Dave said, "Well then. You had better tell me all about yourself."

"All about myself?" she said hesitantly.

"Yes," he said, "I can't think of any other way to explain what you tried to do."

She sat staring ahead for some time. 

"I er, I don't know where to begin - I've never said anything to anyone. My job -"

"Just tell me about yourself," Dave suggested. "Let's leave your job for the time being."

She pulled down the corners of her mouth. Then she fixed her eyes on the vase of flowers on the table and began. 

"I am thirty-five years old," she said, "and I was born here. My father was a musician; he played the violin in an orchestra. He was very nice. He died when I was ten, a few days before Christmas, of food poisoning. My mother started to drink then, and later she tried cocaine; when I was seventeen she was taken into rehab, and she went in and out of rehab for years. But she ruined her body, and when I had almost finished my studies she became so bad that she needed to be looked after all the time. I took up a job to pay my way, and then my mother seemed to recover and she went away for some time. When I thought it was safe again to pick up my studies in the evenings she returned. She was very ill then. She died three months ago..."

"I'm sorry," Dave said. "Do you miss her?"

"No," Alice said. "No, I don't. She was never satisfied with anything I did and I had to spend everything I earned on her. She was always nagging; nothing was ever good enough, not after my father died. I think he kept her in check..." She sighed. "I tried to, but I couldn't. While I was at work here she'd go back to her drugs. I didn't know how she got them until I found she'd almost emptied my bank account." She shook her head. "No, I don't miss her," she said again. "I still miss my father, though."

"That, at last," he said, "is something about yourself. What about your spare time?"

She shook her head. "I haven't any," she said. "When I'm home I'm too tired. But I'm trying to find another job for the evenings."

"You don't like reading or music, or watching TV?"

"Yes, I do," she said. "But I haven't got the money - I haven't bought any books for the last six years or so. If I can't find another job -" she shook her head. "I don't know where to go."

He looked at her questioningly. 

"I had to borrow for my mother's burial - I've paid off that debt. But now..." She turned her gaze back to the flowers again. "When I was eight and older, my father used to take me to concerts," she said, "of his own orchestra, and sometimes others. I loved it, and I used to buy CDs and I had found a reasonably good, affordable stereo set. My mother sold the lot one day for another fix." She put her head in her hands and looked into the distance unseeingly.

"Haven't you got anyone to turn to?" Dave asked.

"No," she said. "Mother was an only child and my father's relatives went to Australia. I had a friend but she moved, too, and since my mother moved in with me I haven't heard from her any more."

"Right," he said. "Couldn't you just borrow from a decent bank?"

"I tried," she said, "but they didn't want to help me, and all other moneylenders asked more rent than I could ever earn."

"Hmph," he said. "Do you live far from here?"

"Ten minutes by tube," she said. 

"We will go," Dave said. "I'd like to take a look."

"To my place?" she said.

"Yes, of course."

"B-b-b-but..." she stammered.

"But?"

"I really couldn't take you there. It's all so shabby and -"

"I'd like to go, anyway. Come along!"

They put on their coats and left the hotel. Alice showed him the way to her apartment in the kind of very depressing, badly kept Victorian pile of bricks that's rented out in small apartments at an enormous profit. 

She opened the door and stood aside to let Dave pass. 

The place was meticulously clean. That, though, was all that was to be said for it. There was a mattress on the floor in the diminutive bedroom; there was a battered old stove in the kitchen with two pans sitting on top of it, and a bare wooden table with two kitchen chairs. The living-room, or what passed for it, was minute, but it housed lots of built-in cupboards and a bookcase with three thumbed novels. He looked at them. He didn't like them too much - they were the usual bestsellers. He turned, looked at Alice and raised his eyebrows. "I was given those by guests who had finished them," she said. "It seemed better than nothing."

"Where's your wardrobe?" Dave asked.

Alice turned beet red. She didn't say anything but pointed at a door in the corner. He opened it. There was hardly anything inside. Three tattered, washed-out dresses on hangers, a small piles of worn underthings, some socks...

"You put on your best dress to meet me..." Dave said. "My God!"

Alice slumped down on one of the kitchen chairs and cried silently, with her head on her arms. Dave could see her back heave with pent-up misery. He looked round for a glass and gave her some water, and he took a clean handkerchief from his pocket and put it in front of her. 

"How long did you have to care for you mother?" he said. 

"For almost eighteen years, on and off," she sniffed. "It cost me the world - but I couldn't send her away; she was my mother, after all..."

Some mother, Dave thought. He opened the cupboards in the kitchen in search for tea - but he didn't find any. There was hardly any food in the place. 

"Where do you keep your victuals?" he asked.

"I usually eat something at the hotel," she said. "One of the girls in the kitchen helps me out a bit."

"And how badly in debt are you?" he said.

"The rent is three months in arrears; and..." She broke off and shook her head. "Are you going to report me to the management?"

Dave shook his head. "I don't think so," he said. "Look here, you said you could keep me company; well, at first I thought I didn't want any but on reconsideration I think I do. I will pay you fifty pounds an evening. But I can't have you dressed like this. You will have to buy some decent clothes. When do you stop tomorrow?"

"But I haven't got a penny to my name," she said.

"That's alright, I will take care of that. I want you to look nice."

She made a sound halfway grinning and sighing. "I'd really like to look nice," she said. 

"And another thing," he said, "are you a real blonde?"

"No," she said. "How did you notice?"

"I just thought you might not. What is your real colour?"

"Dark chestnut," she said. "But my mother always told me men don't like that."

Dave looked at her and shook his head. "She was dead wrong," he said. "I would love you to dye your hair dark chestnut. It will save you a lot of money later on. So let's see - a new wardrobe, a dye and let them take out the dead ends, and we must do something about your furniture. You're too old to sleep on the floor. So when do you get of tomorrow?"

"At half past four," she said.

"Right," he said. "And a lunch break?" 

"Yes," Alice said. "But just thirty minutes." 

"Hmm. That's not enough. Please come to my room half past four then. OK?"

She nodded.

"Well," he said. "I'll be off. See you tomorrow. Four-thirty sharp."

He let himself out. Alice stood staring at his retreating back. She felt completely dazed. What on earth was she supposed to do while keeping this man company? Would he...? Fifty pounds a night was not to be sneezed at, and she had loved having a decent meal for once. She sat at the kitchen table again. Dave's handkerchief was still there. She looked at it, looked at the glass of water and started crying again. Eventually she felt she had no tears left. She got up, washed her face, brushed her teeth and turned in.

Dave got out of the tube and slowly walked back to the hotel. There was a pub on the way and he went in. He had a pint of bitter and revolved Alice and her problems in his mind. There was squalor for you; and he really believed her. He tried to envisage her in dark chestnut. It would match her eyes, he thought. And with some good, square meals she might start looking a little less like death warmed up - her eyes were nice. Hmph.

Finally he returned to his hotel room and the task of finishing his letter of condolences.

His schedule for the next day left him time enough to buy a couple of tickets for a chamber music concert he'd seen advertised on billboards, and he made reservations at a restaurant he'd visited with Gene sometimes. If she really liked classical music it might make a pleasant evening, he hoped. But first things first.

He was at his hotel room at a quarter past four, only a moment before he heard Alice knock. He opened the door for her and found to his relief that she looked a little less tense than the day before. She wore the same dress. Oh well, he thought, the others he had seen were even worse.

"Hello," she said timidly; but there was, very briefly, the hint of a smile. 

"Hello," he said and reached for his coat. "We're off straight away."

They went to a few shops in ladies' wear. Alice turned out to have a good taste in clothes, Dave thought. At least he liked them on her. When they visited a shop in underwear he stayed behind a bit. Alice looked round to see where he'd gone. "But Dave," she said, "don't you want to choose?" 

"I'm not sure," he said. "Just take what you like and what makes you feel good. OK?"

"Yes," she said. "Is there anything men don't like?"

"I don't know about men," he said, "but if you ask me, I don't really go for cotton underwear, and I think all these padded bras are awful."

She nodded. "I'll find myself something," she said.

They had finished at six, with a few boxes of shoes, sturdy, sensible ones for work and a few less sensible ones for other occasions, Dave said. Alice had objected that she didn't know when she would ever wear those but Dave overrode them. "Tonight, to begin with," he said. 

"No time for part two," Dave said. "Tomorrow, same place same time. Now let's go to the hotel to change."

Back in his room Alice asked, "Where do I change, and what would you like me to wear?"

"I think you'd better use the bathroom," Dave said, "and I'd like you to choose."

Alice disappeared into the bathroom. After a little time she opened the door and stepped out into the main room in a new set of underwear. "Is this ok?" she said artlessly.

She wore a dark red set with embroidered, soft cups that really suited her. "Yes," he said. "Yes, you look good in it."

"Thank you," she said with a little smile. She disappeared into the bathroom again and came out in a red dress with a flaring skirt and a well-cut bodice. 

"Wow, girl," Dave said. "Did you look at yourself in the mirror?"

She nodded. "Yes," she said. "It's nice, isn't it?"

"You'd better throw your old clothes," Dave said. "You can leave them here in the bag this dress came in. and you can leave that old coat here, too."

"You don't want me to return the new ones to you when you go back?"

"Of course not," Dave said. "Right. We're going out to dine."

They went down in the lift and Dave nodded to the doorman. Alice followed him a little bashfully. When they were out on the street Dave turned to her and said, "Come. Give me your arm."

Alice did, looking a little uncertain as to how to walk, but Dave immediately engaged her in conversation and she forgot her self-consciousness a bit. He told her a little about his job and his hobbies, and asked her a lot of questions about her likes and dislikes. She told him a lot about herself this time, her taste in books - yes, her mother had sold those, too - and music, about how she liked walking in the hills, and how she had not had the time to do so for ages, nor the money, for all that, and how she had had a boyfriend twice. "But they both shied away when I told them more about myself. One of them went immediately, the other tried to hang on for a little time. Oh well, I could hardly cope myself, so small wonder they upped and fled," she said.

Over dinner they kept on talking. Dave decided that that she did have really nice eyes. 

"This is lovely," she said at one time. "You know, I've never had dinner at a restaurant before."

"High time you did, then," he said, smiling a little. "You'll get accustomed to doing so soon enough."

Alice doubted it; but she didn't say so. Instead, she looked around her to take it all in, the well-laid table, the candles, the soft lights; she almost saw herself sitting there. No, she thought, she would have to finish her education first, and then... her face fell, and she shook her head.

"A penny for your thoughts," Dave said. "What are you worrying about?"

"Oh," she said, "I was just thinking that I should have to finish my education, and then be lucky enough to find a job, and then work for a long time before I could ever afford to eat here myself. But I don't think I'll find the energy and time for that." She smiled a little crookedly at him.




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Dave pursed his lips and nodded. "Yes," he said. "I see what you mean. But never say die." He wondered if any of his business contacts might want a good help - but then, would she be just that? She seemed intelligent enough, and she must have a lot of perseverance, having survived coping with that mother of hers...

He nodded at her again. "Come," he said. "Let's forget that for now. I've bought some tickets for a chamber music performance. They will play Schubert's Trout Quintet, and Mozart's K 421 quartet for strings. Do you know them?"

Alice looked at him with a shine in her eyes. "Yes, I do," she said. "I love them. Oh Dave, that's wonderful. My father took me to hear the Mozart quartet once, and I used to have the trout thing on CD. Oh, that's wonderful. All the music they play at the hotel... My father would have gone to the management to protest. He always said music ought not to be degraded to mere sound."

"He was right, too," Dave said. "Shall we go?"

The concert was in one of those small fringe theatres. It had good acoustics and very narrow seats so that their thighs almost touched. The players were young, enthusiastic and good, and Dave sat wondering at how anyone as young as Schubert had been, could make such sparkling, lovely music. 

"Lovely, isn't it," Alice whispered at the end of the first part. Dave nodded. 

"Wonderful," he said.

Mozart's d minor quartet was a very different piece. After the second movement Dave whispered, "This is one of the pieces I played at my mother's burial." 

Alice looked at him and nodded.

When the final chord had sounded the audience rose to their feet. The players were given a standing ovation that lasted a long time. Eventually the cellist motioned to them with his bow, and indicated they should sit down again.

"Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen. We'd like to play Notturno to you, another Schubert piece," he said. 

"Oh God," Dave whispered to Alice. "That's one of my absolute favourites. Do you know it?"

"No," Alice said.

"Then you're really in for a treat," Dave said.

Everyone sat down. One of the violins and the viola left the stage, and the piano player returned. The music started. Alice sat listening to the conversation between the piano and the strings, to the deceptively simple melody with its accents almost like little sighs, and to her surprise she felt the tears run down her face. The music took her away, from the small theatre through Schubert's sadness into a world of beauty, a world that recognised that beauty is breakable and rare... Dave's hand lay on the corner of his chair and she bit her lip and took it. He softly squeezed hers and then gave her his handkerchief. It made her smile though her tears. More days like this and he wouldn't have any left - she'd forgotten to bring the other one; it was still on her kitchen table. Then the music regained its hold on her again. 

After the concert Dave took her to a nearby pub. On the way there she said, "It's really wonderful. I don't know what happened to me. I hope you didn't think I, er..." 

"It had the very same effect on me when I first heard it," Dave said. "As if it was written to speak directly to you, and to talk about the misery and the beauty of the world - I don't know. I can't really put my hands on it, or put it into words, you know."

They had a drink together, and then they returned to the hotel.

Alice collected her new wardrobe and Dave gave her en envelope with fifty pounds, a ritual he kept up every evening. "Thank you very much," he said. "You were good company. Tomorrow we'll see about your furniture."

He accompanied her down to the street again, and stood watching as she disappeared into the tube station, on her way to the squalor of that apartment... He shook his head and went back. 

In his room he took the bag with her old clothes, and took out the contents to throw them away. The shabby dress and coat were packed on top; he looked at them with pity and stuffed them into the wastepaper basket. Then he shook the rest onto the floor. It was a washed-out set of lingerie that must have been a little too expensive for her when she bought it, one of the few luxuries she had allowed herself - he couldn't bear the thought of throwing it. There was a faint feminine smell mixed with the cheap perfume he'd noticed the first day. He picked up the bra and smelled it - on the underarm panels he could smell her body still. He returned the pieces of clothing to the bag and put them in his suitcase.

Dave found it somewhat hard to concentrate that day - Alice's face seemed to come between his activities and him. He had to make an effort, and so he did, but still he was glad when that day's agenda was done. He went back to his hotel room as fast as he could, and felt himself hoping Alice would not be late. She wasn't. 

When he let her into his room he had to look at her twice. 

"I had a long break," she said, "so I thought I'd have my hair dyed like you said." She turned around and then faced him again. "Do you think it's better?"

"It's perfect," Dave said enthusiastically. "And I like this dress." 

She had put on another of the new dresses; a soft grey-green one this time. She seemed to get a little more colour in her face. He looked at her with a smile in his eyes. 

"Yes," he said again, "you look perfect. Let's go to town. Want some coffee first?"

They spent some time getting her a decent bed and a couple of easy chairs. Then Dave took her to a supermarket for food, and eventually he bought her a stereo set with a CD player and a radio. They arranged for the firms to deliver the lot the next afternoon since Dave had that afternoon free - no appointments at all. 

"I'll want you to let me have your keys tomorrow morning," he said.

"You can have my spares," she said. "Mother never thought of selling those."

"Oh dear," he said. "I still can't fathom how awful your life must have been."

They went for a long walk along the river, looking at the houseboats, the trees and the people walking by, and when they had built up a real appetite Dave took her to another of his favourite restaurants.

"I'm afraid there's no concert tonight," he said, "but I found there's this jazz club; they will have live music there. I can't guarantee it's good, though. What do you think?"

"We can't talk there, can we? We could also go to a pub, or to your room, to talk."

"We'll go to the pub, then, " Dave said. 

When they were settled with a drink - a medium sherry and a double malt - Dave said, "do you recognise yourself when you look in the mirror? I mean, how long did you wear your hair blonde? I do hope I didn't impose something on you you're unhappy with."

"I don't know," she said. "I will have to look at myself a little better than I did. I started dying my hair when I left secondary school, to be attractive to men, mother said. I really didn't give men too much thought, then; but I tried to make her happy... Please wait for a moment."

She got up and walked to a mirror. She looked at herself critically and decided that it certainly was an improvement; she didn't really spend much time looking at herself, but yes, she certainly looked better this way. She smiled at her image and hurried back to Dave. 

"I do recognise myself," she said. "I think I'm more myself this way."

She nodded and sat looking at Dave for some time, she looked at his hands, his face, his bearing, and nodded again. He was really attractive, she thought. And he was very nice. 

"I would like you to put your financial situation on paper," he said after some time. "I will try and sort things out for you; you can pay me back in time should the opportunity arise." 

"I was afraid you were going to punish me severely," she said, "but I rather feel as if you're the good fairy."

"Hmph," Dave scowled. "I'm nothing of the sort." He quickly diverted their conversation into a safer channel.

When they had finished their drinks it was quite late. 

"I will come with you to pick up those keys," Dave said. 

They took the tube in companionable silence, wrapped up in their thoughts.

Alice let them in and took her spare keys from the kitchen table drawer. "Here you are," she said. "Come have a look!"

She opened the door of her wardrobe with a happy grin. It certainly made a big difference. "I got rid of the old stuff," she said. 

"Very good," he said, returning the grin. "Well, I'll be off. See you tomorrow. Same place same time?"

"Please," she said. "Have a good night." She stepped up to him and then checked herself. "See you tomorrow," she said.

Dave rode back on the tube pondering what Alice did to him. He had sworn off women, blast her. He wondered. Did he pity her, or was it rather some sneaking admiration? He suspected he would have given up in her situation. Suddenly there was a scrap of song on his mind: Jeepers, creepers... Yes, where did she get those eyes, indeed... He thought some more and admitted to himself that he actually enjoyed her company immensely, far more so than he's expected; he was really looking forward to seeing her again, more so each day - he remembered the moment she'd shown him her new underwear. He shook his head; but it didn't help much.

Back at the hotel he opened his suitcase and took out the paper bag. He lay the contents on his bed and looked at them for a long time. Then he hurried into the bathroom.

Some time before the deliveries were due Dave found himself at HMV's listening to a few copies of Notturno. He selected what he felt was the best copy, and went to the jazz section, where he found the Louis Armstrong song he wanted. Then he went to Alice's place. The goods were delivered at more or less the appointed time. He had the men put everything in the small living area. Then, when he was alone again, he unpacked everything. He put the loudspeakers well apart and placed the two CDs on top, and he put the bed in the bedroom, unpacked the new mattress and finally made the bed. He put the nightgown Alice had worn under her pillow, looked at the slightly changed appearance of the apartment and left. He suppressed an urge to go through her things in her wardrobe; that wouldn't be right. If... He did not allow himself to complete his thought.

Alice, who had sat up for along time after Dave had left to get her debts on paper, had been hard at work all day. She kept thinking of Dave and of all that had happened to her. She could not make out why he did all this. She'd almost kissed him, the night before; but she was not sure if he would have liked it. He had told her a lot about himself, but she wondered if he was keeping something back; there seemed to be a kind of reticence she found hard to place. Well, at least there were a few more evenings to come. With a sinking feeling she realised that that meant he would be gone again all too soon. 

After work she quickly changed into the red dress; she felt like looking festive, and Dave had seemed to like it quite a lot. She put her working shoes in her locker with the hotel uniform and slipped into the heels she'd brought. Then she took the lift to Dave's room.

"You look great in this dress," he said. "And you're not hollow-eyed any more. Did you really have enough to eat before I met you?"

"I survived," she said. "I haven't felt so good for a long time; there was always this faint nagging feeling inside..." 

"OK," he said. "Did you bring your financial papers?"

She took them from her purse. "I er, I hope this is what you want," she said.

Dave sat down and went through them slowly. "Good," he said. "I will settle your rent first thing tomorrow. I can see why it was almost unsurpassable for you. Right. I booked a table for seven o'clock. We could go to a bookshop first, or -" He looked at her shoes. "No, no walk today," he said.

They went and visited a couple of bookshops. In a second-hand one Dave found a collection of poetry he liked. 

"Edna St. Vincent Millay," he sais. "Do you know this?" 

Alice shook her head. "I don't, I'm afraid," she said. He nodded and put the book under his arm. She browsed the other shelves and found a copy of Betjeman's collected poems. 

"What did you find?" Dave asked. 

She showed him, a little defensively. "Most people seem to think he's very old hat. But I think he can be very good."

"Yes," Dave said, and he quoted, "The older woman only 

knows the ebb-tide leaves her lonely 

with the shiny fields of mud... 

terrible, but very good. And then there's Wendy who leaves me dreaming safe inside my slumberwear... Yes, I really like his voice." He smiled at Alice.

"Do you read a lot of poetry?" she asked.

"Yes," he said. "I have a fairly large collection of poetry at home. Do you, did you in better days, I mean?"

She nodded. "I think I'll buy Betjeman," she said. "I used to have this..."

"Good," Dave said. "Look, we have to pay and find our restaurant. It's getting on for seven."

Alice bought her Betjeman and Dave paid for his find. Did he want a bag? No, he didn't. 

"Let me carry that bag," he said. "There's room there for this book, too."

They had a bottle of Chardonnay between the two of them; the food was good but, Dave thought, unexceptional. Alice was so obviously enjoying it all that he kept still about it. He just looked at her and thought to himself that this woman could have made all the difference to him - she wasn't like that sourpuss he'd left behind him - well. He did enjoy their evenings together. A few more to come... He didn't want to think about it. He'd bought tickets for another concert, and he didn't want to go anywhere special on the other night. He sighed and smiled at the same time.

"What's bothering you?" Alice said. 

Blast, she must be quite sharp to have noticed, he thought. Should he give an evasive answer? She would probably notice that as well. 

"Well," he said, "I have actually enjoyed your company immensely, and I just realised I'll be heading back home in a few days' time."

"Yes," she said. "I know."

"We will go to another concert," he said. "Jean Français, mainly."

"Oh, that's lovely," she said. "My father used to play Jean Français. You don't often hear him."

"No, you don't," Dave said. He shook his head. "Let's go to the pub for another drink, shall we?"

Dave told her the concert was in two days' time, as a kind of farewell thing - or au revoir, hopefully, he added. 

"Oh," Alice said. "So we're free tomorrow. Would you like to come to my place at six? I will make us some spaghetti - I'm really good at that. I know it's nothing fancy, but I'd like to see you eat my food at my kitchen table..." the final sentence was almost inaudible. "It's not much," she added.

"I'd love to," Dave said. "I love Italian food, and I'll bring a bottle of Chianti. It's bloody high time you started living again."

They parted at the tube station that night. Alice went home half depressed, half elated - she found it hard to say which - and only remembered her new furniture when she was half-way the hall. She took off her coat, and went to the kitchen table. She took her new book from the bag and found that Dave had forgotten to take his. She wondered what poetry he liked, and she opened it to find an inscription Dave had written in pencil on the flyleaf. It read, "For a great companion." She read a couple of poems. She thought she had learnt something more about Dave again; so this was what he liked... and he could quote Betjeman, too. She put the two books in her bookcase, side by side. She looked at the gaudy covers of the other ones, shook her head and dropped them into the dustbin. Then she saw the stereo all set up and looked at the CDs on top. Schubert, a string quartet and Notturno. She smiled. And Armstrong? Why would he have chosen that one? She had heard some of his music alright, but not too much. There were no songs on the CD she recognised by their titles. 

She put the disc in the player and pressed the play button. She made herself some tea, and sat listening to the entire CD. There were a few instrumentals on it, and a series of assorted vocals. A good many of them were love songs, obviously; some clearly weren't. What if he meant her to listen to those love songs? But maybe she put things into that that he never meant. Well, she thought, it was nice music anyway.

Dave went back to the hotel; he made straight for the bar and ordered two double whiskies. He took them up to his room with him and sat down in one of the chairs. He realised that if he wanted to get more out of this - but did he? He thought about the last string of years - he loved being free to do as he pleased, untrammelled, about the pleasures of being your own man - and then about being with Alice. He remembered her hand on his when she had listened to Notturno, and the way she sometimes fixed those eyes on him... and then somehow, another poem came to his mind. "I took the road less travelled by," he whispered, "and that made all the difference." He looked into his glass. He'd sat so motionless for so long that he suddenly felt cold. "You can't have it both," he said aloud. There was only one option, really. He smiled. I will try my luck, he thought.

Alice nervously awaited Dave's arrival at her place. She had planned her cooking just so that the sauce would be ready at six, and she had a pan of water on the boil; she could slip in the stalks of spaghetti immediately. She had spent her lunch break in a second-hand CD shop and bought Lucinda Williams' Car Wheels and an old Dory Previn favourite of hers.

Dave arrived just a little before six, with a bottle under his arm and a bunch of flowers in his hand. 

"Come in," Alice said. Dave stepped inside, handed her the flowers and walked into the kitchen to put the bottle on the sink. 

"I'll cook the spaghetti straight away," Alice said, "then you can put up your coat."

She had laid the table and put a candle in a bottle in the centre.

"I'm afraid I have no wineglasses," she said, "but these ones will do, I hope. Dinner's ready in five minutes."

Dave wandered into the living-room. "I see you've got rid of those books?" he said.

"Yes," she answered. "The poetry will last me a long time; I can reread all of Betjeman, oh, and I haven't thanked you for the other one yet. And I'm very happy with the CDs!"

"Did you like Armstrong?" he asked. 

"Yes, I do," she said. "Is he a favourite of yours?"

"In a way," Dave said, taking the plunge. "But I bought it for you because there's a song on the one that will remind me of you for the rest of my days." He smiled at her and sang, "Jeepers, creepers, where'd you get those peepers? Jeepers, creepers, where'd you get those eyes?"

She blushed. "Do you like my eyes?" she said.

"Yes I do," Dave said. "I er..." He smiled at her again. 

"I must see to the spaghetti," she said, happy to have an excuse to go and do something.

She was indeed good at it, and he complimented Alice on her cooking. She beamed at him.

After dinner they washed up together. 

"I can't make you any coffee," she said, "but would you like some tea?"

"Yes please," Dave said. He sat down at the table and watched her as she pottered about in the kitchen, quite at ease now, humming to herself.

They took the tea and the remainder of the Chianti into the living-room and sat down. They drank their tea in silence, both of them trying to put their thoughts into words. 

Alice broke the silence after some time. "You know, I - you have been so good to me, and I don't deserve it, and I don't want to make you feel, er - I don't want to -" she paused. "I don't want you to shy away from me; and I don't know what to do with my feelings. I don't know how to put this, but if you'd been my boyfriend - I don't want you to feel I'd do things out of a feeling of obligation, or make you feel you had to - when you last left my place I wanted to kiss you so badly, but I didn't dare. I don't want you to think I like you because you did what you did for me, but - I want you to know that I do like you. Yesterday night, after I had listened to Louis Armstrong, I - do you know Lucinda Williams?"




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Dave nodded. "Car Wheels," he said.

"Yes," she said. "I found a copy this afternoon! There is this first song, Right in Time."

Dave nodded again.

"That was what I did," she said. "I wished you were there - but you may not want me at all."

"I do want you," he said. "Very badly. You almost make me forget my work. I er - I..." He almost told her how he'd kept her underwear but he was afraid she'd lose her good opinion of him. "I know what you mean," he said. "My finding you with my wallet created... Our contacts were not equal then. But I - you know, I think I would have gone aground completely if I had been you. So er - and that's why I rather admire you for the way you kept struggling, apart from other reasons. That's why I don't want you to feel you're under any obligation to me, or feel grateful or something."

"Well, I do feel grateful," she said, "if not to you then at least to the good fortune I had to be caught by you. If I hadn't, I'd probably be roofless very soon. But it's not because I feel beholden to you that I like you." She smiled at him, and a little at herself; she noticed she felt influenced by the way he talked. "You were somewhat forbidding at first."

"Yes," he said. "You know, when I saw you that first evening in my room I'd really forgotten all about you. I had planned to visit an old friend of mine, but he died without my knowing. And you really looked a mess - and at the same time I saw your eyes, and your face - I have been on my own for a long time now. My ex had loads of boyfriends all the time, so we got divorced. I had enough things to do, and being on my own inspired me to make a real success of my work." He stared into his empty teacup. "Shall we finish the bottle?" he said.

Alice got up and went into the kitchen to get two glasses. 

"After the divorce I moved," he said. "I wanted to have a place that did not have any memories of my wife; and it was furnished and decorated much more to her taste than mine." He looked up to her for a moment. "This place would give me a constant feeling of muted sorrow or something, I think. I mean, it must remind you of all those wasted years all the time."

She nodded. "But it'll have to make do," she said. "It will at least hold one good memory, too... of our meal tonight."

"Look," he said. "Yesterday I allowed myself to take stock of, well, this situation. I had told myself I didn't want anyone ever again for a long time. I had been badly in love with my wife, and then... But I don't think my place will hold the same appeal for me now. I'm afraid I will find myself wondering what you would have said or thought when I go out for a meal, and I had forgotten what it's like to... er... I think it was a good thing you didn't try to kiss me last time; I might have messed things up completely. But if you still want to..."

"Please," she said and rose from her chair. "Come."

After some time she broke their kiss. She took his head in her hands and said, "You may find me too skinny still - but I'll work on that, I promise! Would you like to stay the night? Please?"

"Of course," Dave said. "You know, that moment you walked out of that bathroom seems engraved on my eyes. I'd love to look at you that way a little longer!"

Alice simply kissed him again. She loved his eyes on her, and if he liked to see her naked...

"But the bed is rather narrow," she said. "Perhaps we'd better go to your hotel?"

"If you really want to we will," Dave said. "But I don't really like hotels. Home's home, and this is your bed, and we'll be first and only people ever to make love in it, and when my marriage went wrong I learnt to sleep on the edge of the bed - fifteen inches was quite enough to do the trick then."

"Then we'll stay here," she said. "It will lay some ghosts, too." She wrapped her arms round his neck. "You won't find me lazy, not like some high born expensive lady; I'll do your milking, I'll nurse your baby and if you're set on, I'll defend you bravely," she whispered, remembering the lyrics of an old song. 

"I promise not to blacken the heart that's in you," Dave, who knew the song, too, returned. Then he lifted her off her feet and carried her into the bedroom.

They lost no time in shedding their clothes; dispensing with any foreplay Alice lay down on the bed and opened her legs wide. She beamed at Dave who stood at the foot of the bed and looked at her, smiling. 

"You're lovely," he said, "and a couple of weeks of good food can only make you more lovely still."

Then he got on the bed between her legs. "Would you like to nurse our baby, if possible," he said, "or do you want me to use protection?"

She took his penis in her hand and guided him in. "That's answer enough," Dave smiled. Then he bent down to kiss her again, and she wrapped her arms and legs round his body as if she were afraid he might just up and go. She rocked her pelvis to meet his thrusts, and Dave thought his mouth would go raw from the almost desperate kisses she gave him. When he was almost there he lifted his head and looked into her eyes; they were filled with tears, but smiled at him at the same time. Then he felt her muscles stiffen and she clasped her arms round his neck, and kissed every part of his face, not wildly any more but tenderly and softly while the tears ran down her face and her pussy contracted around his cock. He let go at that, and while he trembled with the force of his orgasm he planted his mouth on Alice's and kissed her with all the tenderness he'd forgotten was in him. 

When their breathing had gone back to normal Dave slid off her. He looked from her body to her face, and stroked her breasts, and then her pubic hair, beautiful, soft, dark chestnut, and her pussy, sticky with his sperm. 

"Happy?" she whispered.

"Very happy," he said, and revelled in the feel and smell of her hair.



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My name is Peter and I had just turned eighteen and this is what happened one day when I got home early from school.

I'd gotten home a little early after school and thought I'd take advantage of the empty house. A buddy of mine had given me a porn DVD that I couldn't wait to watch. I was sure no one was going be home for a few hours so I flipped the movie into the DVD player took my shirt off and loosened my pants then got comfortable on the sofa.

The movie was hot. It showed this really good looking older woman doing all kinds of stuff to this young stud. It wasn't long before I had my pants off and my dick in my hand when all of a sudden I heard 

"What the hell do you think you're doing young man?"

I jerked my head around and saw my mom standing off to the side of the sofa with her hands on her hips glaring down at me as my mouth dropped open is shear horror at being caught.

"Is this what you do on MY sofa when nobody's home?"

I was in shock. I let go of my dick and reached wildly for my pants. But my mom took a quick step towards me putting her foot down on my crumpled pants pinning them to the floor. She slipped her glasses down her nose and pressed me for an answer. 

"Well?"

My forty year old mom can be moody, somewhat unpredictable and a little uppity at the best of times. At forty years old she is still very beautiful and used to be a model before my dad maid her give it up just after they got married so she studied to be a paralegal which she is pretty good at. I still think that she is still a little bitter and having to give up her modelling career though as she loved what she did and got paid good money for it too.

Looming over me now in the living room she looked a little more than just bitter. I didn't know what to say I mean really wasn't it obvious what I was doing? I sat there looking at her with my hands in my lap trying to hide my dick the best I could. In hind-site I guess I should have been reaching for the remote. My mom glanced in my lap then shot a quick look at the TV where the movie was still playing.

"Do you want me to suck your cock?" The woman was asking the young boy on the TV. 

My mom whipped her head back around to me with a nasty look.

"Nice movie." She said sarcastically.

To my horror she spotted the DVD case lying beside me on the sofa. She reached over picked it up and looked at it disapprovingly.

"Well isn't this sweet" She said with more sarcasm.

She studied the cover and read the title out loud. 

"A Mother's Seduction".

I felt the last of my boner disappear. If my dick had had legs I'm sure he would have taken off and left me on the sofa alone to deal with this.

"A Moth er's Se duc tion" She repeated emphasizing each syllable. 

She turned back to the television screen in time to see this woman about her age swallowing the boy's cock. And I do mean SWALLOWING! 

She looked back at me again harshly and I wanted to die right there and then. I reached for the remote to turn the TV off but my mother stopped me.

"What do you think you're doing?" She growled at me as I sat there a little confused by the question.

"I'm I'm turning it off." I answered.

"Did I tell you to turn it off?" She barked back at me.

"Well no, but I thought" 

"You thought, you thought WHAT?" she barked again.

"You thought you'd sit in MY living room naked and jerk off on My sofa, right?" She asked with even more sarcasm.

I didn't know what to say to that. I mean...Yeah that's exactly what I thought but I figured this was no time to be a smartass.

"I don't think you 'thought' at all" She went on.

"Suppose I had walked into this living room with a friend or god forbid someone I worked with?"

She stood silent waiting for an answer but before I could say anything the boy's voice on TV filled the living room, 

"Let me fuck you now, Mom."

My mom turned her attention to the TV screen.

"Mom?" She questioned the TV. 

The older woman was bending over the arm of the couch and the boy was stepping up behind her. We both watched as she reached back and guided his hard dick into her pussy. My mother stood wide eyed for a few seconds then glared back at me.

"What kind of perverted movies do you watch?" She asked coldly.

She took another look at the DVD cover in her hand then turned it over and began to read the back out loud.

"'A Mother's Seduction' The steamy story of a lonely frustrated Mother and her hidden desire and the son who is determined to break down her defences and take advantage of her weaknesses." 

I sat there waiting for the hammer to drop. I was thoroughly embarrassed and terrified at the same time. She looked down at me from the DVD case coldly then let her eyes drift to the TV.

The son was working his hard dick in and out of his mother from behind and the mother was begging him to do it harder. Had he done it any harder he would have driven his mother into the next room. 

"This is the kind of stuff you like to watch?" She asks with a kind of loathing dripping off each word with her eyes never leaving the TV screen, I didn't dare answer.

"This is the kind of shit that excites you, a mother that lets her son do that to her?" She went on. 

"That's sick you dirty little bastard. I suppose I'll need to make you an appointment with Dr. Washburn" {Her Physiatrist} She says disappointedly.

Her eyes never left the television once as she belittled me. I was speechless and felt like some kind of pervert like I'd been caught peeking into one of the neighbours bedroom windows late at night. I could just picture her telling my Dad and all three of us sitting in therapy for the next ten years. I just sat there naked with my hands in my lap. I didn't think I'd ever be able to get another hard-on again. She turned to me and gave me a long hard look. 

"Well" She scrutinized.

"You must be in pervert heaven huh?" She says totally catching me off guard reading my face before she continued, 

"I mean after all hear you are jerking off to an Incest movie and your MOM walks in and catches you. No doubt that scenario has been played out somewhere in the beginning of this dreadful movie?" She asks waiting on my reply.

She glanced back at the TV screen. The son was sitting on the sofa his with his mom now kneeling in front of him between his legs.

"Jerk off for me sweetie." She says. 

"I want to watch you cum." She adds as she licks her lips. 

"Oh look there he's jerking off for his mommy" She spoke with such contempt as she watched. 

"How appropriate don't you think, I suppose you would like to do that with me as well?" She mocked.

Mom stood there with the DVD case still in her hand and her foot still planted firmly on my pants pinning them to the floor, watching, until the son shot his load. I heard the mom let out an "Oh!" as the kid shot a huge load into the air in front of his mother. Before the boy was finished the mom lunged forward with her mouth open and caught some of the boy's cum in her mouth and on her lips.

"I can't believe people do stuff like that." My mom said softly.

I'm not sure why but I thought about my dad. I pictured my mom in curlers and face cream lying on her back in her bed with her robe open and her legs reluctantly spread a stopwatch in one hand and a club in the other.

"Go-a-head" She tells my poor Dad. 

"You have three minutes." I wasn't sure if she was talking to me or herself. 

She stood there and watched as the mother licked the boy's cock clean. I watched my Mom as she stood there watching and I didn't think I could feel any more uncomfortable that is until my mom turned and looked at me. 

"Well go ahead" She says as she glances into my lap.

I thought that was my cue to grab my pants and run to my room. {Perhaps hang myself or at the very least cut my balls off} But as I reached down towards my pants my Mom tells me "No"

"You're not getting off that easy." She says as she grabs the remote and fast forwards the movie to the next sex seen.

When she stops the movie the mom is giving her son a hand job behind some boxes in the garage. 

"We have to make this fast before your dad comes out here and catches us." She whispers to her son

"There ya go." My Mom says and stands there looking at me.

"What?" I ask.

"Well, go ahead." She repeats.

"Go ahead and what?" I ask again.

"Go ahead and jerk off" She says with a stern look on her face.

I felt my mouth drop open and I'd stopped breathing.

"I thought that's what you wanted to do." She said again. 

"That's what it looked like when I came in here." She says to me and then just stands there looking at me. 

I sat there dumbfounded. I just stared up at her covering my shrivelled dick with my hands as best I could {Which was kind of pointless considering my dick and balls had high-tailed it up into my stomach someplace} and waiting for all this to end hoping for something as simple as an earthquake or praying a meteor would slam into the earth; with any luck. Maybe I would just die right there on the sofa from a heart attack leaving my mother to explain the circumstances to the authorities. The heart attack would be my choice out of the three. Less mess and carnage to clean up. I'm considerate that way.

"What's the problem?" She asks still a hint of bitch in her voice.

I thought this was the kind of stuff you liked." She says as she nods her head towards the TV. 

"God Mom!" The boy says filling the living room with his trembling voice. The mom looks back over her shoulder at the kitchen door to make sure they're still alone. Then she turns and gives her sons cock her full attention. 

I couldn't respond.

"I just figured since you liked jerking off to this kind of stuff that you'd like it even more with your MOM watching. So go head." She barked at me again.

I'm confused I can't tell if she really wants me to or if she's just trying to make me as uncomfortable as she can. I'm thinking the latter although she couldn't have made me feel any more uncomfortable if she inviting grandma, my school football team or the Pastor to come watch. 

"What? Not dark enough for you?" She says in a loud voice.

"Not wrong enough?" She asks me. 

There's something in her voice that makes me think she's really enjoying this whole thing way too much. I'm not sure if it's the power she's wheedling or the heavy dose of humiliation she's dishing out. I suppose its like Peanut butter & Jelly, they're better together.

So I'm sitting there staring up at her like an idiot, like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Well go ahead I'm waiting!" She nods her head towards my lap.

I'm frozen. I'm afraid to move and I'm afraid to say anything. I'm thinking this must be a trick, some kind of 'Test' or something. You know to find out just how much therapy I'll really need. She turns her attention back to the TV briefly. The 'Mom' is stroking her son's dick faster now. 

"Tell me when you're going to cum honey" She says to her son.

"You can cum in my mouth so there's no mess." She smiles up at her son.

"Wow! Look at that" Mom says still with no shortage of sarcasm. 

I still feel like I'm sitting in the display window at Macy's trying to pick lint out of my asshole with my elbow. She looks down into my lap again. 

"We don't have all night here." She tells me as she looks at her watch and I'm starting to think she's serious. 

"Your Father will be home pretty soon." She booms at me.

"Mom?" I ask looking up at her face.

"What?" She says nonchalantly almost joyfully. 

I'm still not sure what to say and I'm wishing this will all just go away. Once a long time ago I got myself lost in the Mall. I was four I think and I walked around crying for what seemed like hours. I thought I'd never see my home again. It was the worst day of my life and I now wished for that day to come back again right now.

"What's the matter? Are you having a problem? Don't tell me you can't get it up with your MOM standing here?" She says laughing at me.

My eyes almost popped out of my head. Did she just say that? I've never heard my mother talk like this and I never expected to. Truth be known I DO like these kinds of movies. Forbidden sex and all that and I HAVE jerked off thinking about my Mom who is a very good looking woman, hot with a kick-ass body that all my friends give me shit about.

"Can you fix me up with your Mom?" They ask me.

"Do you have any pictures of your Mom naked?" They ask.

"Do you have any of your Mom's underwear we can have?" Shit like that. 

I've dreamed about situations that have led to just such a thing, but they never went quite like this. And when I didn't think it could get any worse.

"Move your hands I can't see." She says with a tiny smirk on the corner of her full lips with more humiliation and she was having fun too. 

"Mom, I" Was all I got to say.

"I said MOVE YOUR HANDS!" The stern authority was heavy in her voice. 

"NOW!" She demanded

I slowly and reluctantly did what I was told to do. I slid my hands away to reveal my sorry lifeless dick. I remember thinking this would be a pretty good time for a 747 to fall on the house. My mother's eyes were now focused between my legs.

"Huh, I don't understand" She teased. 

"I thought you liked this, you certainly looked like you were enjoying it when I walked in" She says. 

"Do we need to go in the garage or something? Get down behind some boxes? Or maybe out on the front porch so everyone can watch? I suppose you're into that too." She belittled me again.

I figured she was baiting the trap. And she was doing it with great glee. 

"Mom" I asked.

"What?" She asked me.

"Can I go upstairs?" I replied.

"Why? So you can jerk off in the privacy of your room. I don't think so that seems a little too 'Normal' don't you think?" She smirked.

"I get it MOM." Her brow narrowed making her look more sinister. 

"I don't think you do." She stated her tone even and sharp.

I closed my eyes and sighed. 

"But I'm not" I began but she cut me off.

"You're not WHAT? I thought this was the kind of shit that turned you on. What are you waiting for?" She snapped at me.

"But I can't" I started to sob.

"Well I hope you're not waiting for me to do it for you." She smirked again.

"No!" I almost shouted.

She stared at me for a few seconds. I couldn't read her at all. She looked at her watch again.

"It's getting late." She says. 

"I don't think you're trying hard enough." She says with my protests ignored.

"I guess I'm not as hot as the Mom in the movie, huh? Maybe you should watch the movie a little more. I'm sure that will help." She said as she moved out the way of the television.

"Mom?"

Her eyes narrowed again, "What?"

There was a long awkward silence. 

"You're going to sit there and do it or you'll be sitting here like this when your father comes walking through that front door. And if I were you I would pray he doesn't bring anybody home with him, your choice. Maybe you'll think twice before you do something like this again in my living room." She said folding her arms in front of her.

She sounded callous and uncaring down-right heartless. My Dad would be home in less than an hour and a half, assuming god forbid he didn't come home early. I don't know what she was expecting from me but I tried to do as I was told.

I watched the movie, to keep from looking at my Mom. She looked at me then looked down at my shrivelled dick. 

"Well" She waited.

I half-heartedly began to rub my lifeless dick. It would seem my dick had blacked out gone to its happy place leaving me to deal with all this.

The 'Mom' was kneeling down on the concrete floor of the garage now with one hand on the boy's thigh and the other stroking his dick hoping to make him cum quickly. 

"Come on Honey before someone comes in." She said.

The boy groaned and leaned into his mother's hand.

"That's it Baby give it to Mommy." She cooed. 

The living room was filled with the mothers voice. My mom and I listened as she whispered to her son.

"Does it feel good Baby? Do you like me doing this to you?" She purred.

"I wish we had enough time to fuck again sweetie but we can't get caught doing this." She tells him with great disappointment as she looks at his cock and chews lightly on her bottom lip while she obviously rethinks the situation.

"Maybe you can put it in me for just a minute..." She moans. 

Out of the corner of my eye I can see my Mom watching the television intently. She seems to have momentarily forgotten all about me. Instead of getting up and running to my room like I should have I turn my head and focus on her. My eyes scan over her body. She looks good in her work clothes. Her long blonde hair lays sprawled over her shoulders. A dark tight skirt that hangs past her knees hides much of her beautiful legs and a silky white blouse that lays loose over her frame the first two buttons undone exposing a hint of the thin white under blouse that hid the roundness of her breast and of course the black high heels. She looks professional yet soft and sexy. 'The hot Librarian look'. 

As I stare at her and rubbed my dick I notice to my surprise and horror that my dick was starting to react. It wasn't in a coma after all I could feel the blood rushing back to my loins and I'm not sure how to handle this unexpected turn of events. Before I have time to give it much thought she turns towards me and catches me staring at her and she shifts her eyes to my lap and her eyebrows go up, 

"Well, well." She says. "

"What do ya know about that?" She smirks.

I froze with my dick in hand.

"Isn't that interesting?" She says. 

"Oh don't stop now." She tells me.

She shoots another glance at her watch, "You're running out of time."

I'm embarrassed and afraid that I've failed the test and I brace myself for the wrath.

"Go ahead get your hand around it." She tells me.

I find her words and her tone strangely engaging and I comply. I close my fingers around my dick and I am amazed at just how hard I'm really getting. 

"You better hurry before your father gets home." She says her tone and manner seeming to have changed a little bit as she seems more a little more pleasant now. 

"That's it come on and fuck me!" The mom in the movie says. Her words echo off the walls and we both turn to watch. 

The Mom now lying back on the hood of the car as the boy starts to fuck her. Now I'm watching my mom watch the movie. She doesn't seem so tense. She seems truly interested in what she's watching. She looks a bit dare I say Subdued? She turns her attentions back to me and once again finds me staring at her. My dick is hard and swollen now and the tip is getting red and slippery. I continue to stroke myself as my eyes glide up and down her body.

"Why are you looking at me?" She asks me with a little less attitude. 

She seems like she really wants to know. More interested in the way my dick feels than the trouble I might get into I tell her the truth,

"Because of the way you look." I tell her. 

She raises her eyebrows and draws her head back a little. I think I caught her off guard. Her body language changes slightly taking on less of an aggressive stance and more of a passive almost in a little girl posture her tone now more mild the tome of someone that modestly accepting a complement with just a hint of surprise. 

"And how do I look?" She asks as she straightens her blouse inadvertently gliding her hand over the ample cleavage the blouse barely covers.

"You look really hot." I blurt out.

She has no reply. She seems a bit embarrassed by my honesty and again her eyes move down to my lap.

"It looks like you've managed to get it hard after all." She says trying to regain some of the callousness in her voice.





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"Really hard." She adds with a tiny measure of either surprise or acceptance I'm not really sure which maybe both.

"I'm going to cum Mom!" The boy says on the TV. 

My Mom turns quickly to the television and I keep looking at her. My Mom watches as the boy steps back and the mother quickly scrambles between her son's legs. She takes hold of the boy's wet prick, opens her mouth, closes her lips over the head of her son's cock, and jerks him off into her mouth. She lets his cum pour out over her bottom lip for the camera and it's quite a load. 

"My god!" I hear my Mom whisper.

"I bet that's the kind of stuff you'd like ME to do, Isn't it?" She says as she turns to me.

She's trying to sound stern again appalled but seems to be falling shy of the mark. We stare at each other for what seems like a long time. My hand is steady moving up and down in my lap. I'd love her too but I don't have the nerve to say it out loud.

"Are you going to cum looking at me?" She asks in a low soft voice now almost like she's thinking out loud. 

Hearing her say that makes me shiver and I shake my head 'yes' with tiny quick shakes. That's the best I can do and I find her tone oddly soothing and exciting at the same time now. 

"You're gunna get cum all over my sofa." She asks.

I have no intention of stopping even if I could. I'm finding the experience pretty intense to say the least as mom looks at her watch again.

"We're running out of time." She tells me as she stares at my hard dick. 

I notice that this time she said "We're" running out of time. My minds is running wild as she stands there watching me. She takes a quick look at the TV. 

"I don't want my sofa ruined" She says softly. 

She pushes back her sleeves throws her glasses on the coffee table and drops to her knees in front me. She pushes my hand away and takes hold of my hard dick in her soft hand. I feel her fingers close around my cock and I think I'm dreaming as I watch her. I find myself now praying a 747 doesn't fall on the house after all. 

"You can't tell your father" She whispers staring at my erection as she opens her mouth and lowers her beautiful face. I can feel her moan a quiet surrender as she nuzzles between my legs and fills her mouth. She sucks softly at first and then with more enthusiasm. The sight of my mother's beautiful lips wrapped around my dick is too much and I can't hold back. 

"I'm cumming!" I shriek out.

She acknowledges my words but seems surprised when my dick explodes in her mouth. She jerks her head back, and a thick rope of cum hits her forehead and splashes into her hair. 

"Oh God there's a lot!" She whispers as closes her mouth over my dick again and swallows as she jerks me off. 

Some cum dribbles from the corner of her mouth and she catches it with her free hand as it drips off her chin.

"Ump...um." She keeps stroking me making me cum and swallowing what she can until she's gotten it all. 

She moves her head up and down over my dick a few more times as she looks up at me. I'm in shock just staring down at her and I just can't believe it.

"That was a lot." She says quietly.

She turns her attention back to my dick as she slowly moves her hand up and down squeezing it gently. She looks like she's in her own little world nothing like the bitch that hovered over me a few minutes ago. She milks the last few drops of thick cum from my dick. She smears it around the head of my dick with her thumb then slowly lowers her head and sucks the tip of my dick back in her mouth. The sensation makes me tremble. She gracefully lets my prick fall from her hand and slowly stands. She looks at my cum in her hand and her whole attitude changes again.

"I can't believe you did this!" She says to me as she licks the cum off her lips. 

"What?" I ask.

"I said I can't believe you did this." She said again.

"You can't believe I did what?" I ask now wondering if I am in the shit again.

"This." She shifts her eyes from mine to my wet dick and then to her hands. 

She looks almost disgusted now as she shows me her messy hands. Once again I was confused. I took offence to her attitude and I was instantly pissed. She couldn't just send me to my room when she caught me. But Nooooo... She had to embarrass me and intimidate me and scare the shit out of me. Cum on the sofa?!? She should be glad there's not a pile of shit between the cushions.

If she wanted to blow me or just watch me jerk off all she had to do was just come right out and say that. I'd dreamt about that very thing a thousand times. I have to admit it was great but there was no need to humiliate me and make me think she was going to keep me there 'til my father got home. What's up with that shit?

"I won't say anything to your father" She tells me like she's doing me a big favour.

"As long as you have learned you're lesson." She adds. 

For the life of me I can't figure out any "Lesson" here. If blowing me was supposed to be some kind of deterrent to keep me from jerking off in the living-room...Well...I thought she was going to have to rethink that plan a bit. My mouth drops open. I'm pissed off to no end.

"You go right ahead and tell Dad." I burst out.

She was stunned. Not only by my defiance but by what I might be implying.

"Listen here" She started.

"No you listen!" I went off. 

"I' can't believe you'd blame all this on me. I'm sorry you caught me jerking off I really am but you're the one that wouldn't let me have my pants. You're the one that told me to watch the movie and rub my dick! And you're the one who dropped down on her knees and" 

We both heard the garage door opening. My Dad was home.

"O M G!" she blurted out.

"Shit!" I said.

I grabbed for my pants and mom looks at my cum on her hands and then quickly wipes off her forehead with the back of her hand.

"Hurry up!" She tells me standing there like she doesn't know what to do with her hands. 

I picked up my pants but have no time to put them on. Mom grabs them from me and wipes her hands. I grabbed the DVD out of the DVD player and snatched up the case. Mom took off for the steps with me right behind. 

"We have to talk!" She tells me from the bathroom threshold. 

I gave her a dirty look as I ran past her heading for my room. I stopped and turned towards her we stare at each other for a long second.

"You better not say anything." She tries to sound threatening but there's too much going through my head right now to care. 

I heard the kitchen door open just before I closed my bedroom door.



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2 p.m. 

My Master has just called; he will be here in one hour and I am to be ready.

Stockings, high heels, bra, knickers, short skirt and t-shirt, hair and makeup done, and of course my collar. 

I know what he wants; I know how he wants me to look. 

My heart started pounding the minute I saw his name on my phone, a very short call, just instructions really; I was excited, frightened and yes I have to admit wet. He knew me so well, it's like he could get inside me and read my innermost thoughts. With him I couldn't pretend, I was open and exposed, he opened me up and made me see myself for what I am. 

One hour later I was ready, kneeling on the floor, I heard his key in the door and I felt like I would burst; he came into the bedroom and looked at me. I lowered my eyes as I'd been taught to do.

"Stand up," he said in that very familiar voice. 

I stood head lowered hands on top of my head.

"Open your legs." 

He walked towards me, put his hand inside my knickers and felt to see if I was wet. He pushed his fingers deep inside my pussy: I was very wet. He withdrew his fingers, now covered with my juice, and put them to my mouth. 

"Lick," he commanded. 

Which I did without hesitation until his fingers were clear of my juice. 

"Wait there." 

He left the room; I just stood there knowing better than to move. I heard his phone ring and his voice, he returned a few minutes later and said: 

"I have to go out; sorry, this will have to wait." He kissed me on the forehead and left. 

I didn't know what to do; I just stood there for a few moments, my hands still on top of my head. I was so horny, excited, my pussy was throbbing, I looked at the bed, I needed to get some relief, if I was quick he would never know, I just couldn't stop myself. 

I laid down on the bed, still dressed as I'd been told to, I slid my hand inside my knickers and started to rub my clit, it was already really sensitive I knew it wouldn't take long, I closed my eyes and let my mind wander.

I didn't hear his key; I was so close to orgasm. I didn't hear him push the bedroom door open, I had no idea how long he had stood watching me; the first I knew was when I heard him say:

"You dirty little slut, you know better than that."

I stopped, my heart pounding, my mouth had gone dry and I just looked at him. 

I tried to explain, to apologise, but he just looked at me. 

"Get off the bed," he ordered. 

He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to what he called the correction bench. This was somewhere I had been before, normally for minor things; it's where he corrected my behaviour when I got things wrong. But this time I knew it was different, this time I had really displeased him, he was angry and I was scared. 

The correction bench was a just a 2 by 4 foot leather padded top on two A-frames; it had wrist and ankle cuffs attached. 

"Take off your knickers and bend over," was all he said, I did as I was told, handed him my wet knickers, my heart was still pounding as I bent over the bench and spread my legs so my feet touched the feet of the bench. He knelt and fastened the ankle straps, then moved to the front and fastened my wrists. I tried to apologise, "I'm so sorry, I promise it will never happen again," I pleaded. He pushed my wet knickers into my mouth so I couldn't speak. 

He said nothing, just carried on with what he was doing. Once I was securely tied down I heard him go to the cupboard; I knew I was in for a thrashing like I'd never had before: I'd never disobeyed him like this before. From day one my Master had told me I was not allowed to touch myself without his permission. All I could do now was wait. 

I felt the cane rub against my bare arse. 

"You will get 30 strokes, you will count each one, if you lose count I will start again," he said, his voice was now controlled. 

He stood there for a while rubbing the cane over my bare flesh, he moved to my head and removed the knickers from my mouth. 

"Please no," is all I could say, the most I'd ever had was ten and I knew what he meant by count each one; he meant each stroke of the cane and only the cane, I knew he would use other things to punish me with but they wouldn't count. How was I going to keep track of 30. 

The first one came down so hard my back arched, I could feel the welt across my arse. 

"One." 

The second came almost immediately. 

"Two." 

Then the third, fourth and fifth in quick secession, it was difficult to breathe the pain was so intense. 

"Three, four, five," I managed to say through my gasps for air. 

Then the cane rubbing over the welts. 

"Please, please, I'm so sorry; please, I'll do anything," but he didn't say a word. 

He walked back to where my head was hanging over the bench and lifted me by my hair. 

"I always knew you were a cumslut, a dirty cum whore," and he let my head fall. 

The next thing I felt was the cold of the lubricant being rubbed over my arsehole. I'd had a butt plug inside me, we had just worked up to the medium size, my Master had told me my hole needed training and stretching to be able to take the large butt plug. I felt the tip of the plug against my ring, my arsehole instantly tightened to try and stop it. 

"Relax; this will hurt less if you relax, you are going to take it, whether you resist or not this is going inside you, so just relax and take it and it will hurt less." His voice was now soft and quiet; I felt a shiver run down my back. 

I tried to relax but he pushed hard and I realised this was not the small or medium plug: he was going to make me take the large one. I tried to tighten but he just pushed, slowly working in and out, with each push it was getting deeper and my hole was growing wider, I felt like I was being ripped, I started to sob. 

"Please no, not that not yet, please I can't take it." I knew my words would be in vain but still I begged. 

"You will take whatever I choose to push inside you, that's what sluts are for: to take." 

With one last hard push it was in me, stretching me, it hurt. I was sure he had ripped me. 

Before I had time to try and get my mind thinking straight I could feel cold of leather on my hot caned arse. My mind was racing. I'd had five, yes I'm sure it was five strokes of the cane, these next ones wouldn't count. Slap, the paddle came down hard on my arse, I mustn't count, then four more with the paddle at the tops of my legs. 

I could feel my bare backside glowing, then the familiar feel of the cane. He was pushing the tip against the plug in my arse, it moved down and over my clit. 

"Maybe I should give you a few strokes here," he said, "just to show you what happens to sluts who play with themselves." 

Then six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, all in quick succession. I remembered to count, but tears were running down my face, I was struggling to get free, then the cane was at the tops of my legs. 

"Please no, not there, please Master, I am so sorry, no more please, I promise I'll never touch myself again." By now I was sobbing uncontrollably. 

"You keep telling me that you can't take it but, here you are taking it, and you will keep taking it until I decide to stop. Is that clear?" 

"Yes Master" 

"So whose slut are you?" 

"Yours Master." 

"And who are you here to please?" 

"You Master" 

Then the cane again. Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. All at the tops of my legs; I collapsed, the pain was so intense, and I was just sobbing. 

By now my arse and legs were on fire I could feel the cold of the lubricant, this time in my pussy, then my Master's fingers were inside me, working in and out. I tried not to react but my body took over and I began to move against his fingers, my clit was hard and throbbing and I was close, I could feel his breath on my ear. 

"Don't you dare cum, slut, do you hear me? If you cum you will get ten more with the cane," he whispered. 

He stopped; I was exhausted and just lay there. 

"I'm going to fuck you with a dildo but you mustn't cum. You still have ten strokes of the cane to come; an orgasm you will get ten extra. Is that clear?" 

All I could do was nod my head. 

"Is that clear?" 

"Yes Master," I sobbed. 

By now all I could feel was pain, intense pain, my arse, the tops of my legs and the plug inside me, and then suddenly mixed in with all this pain came pleasure, a deep deep pleasure, the dildo being thrust into my cunt, slowly working in and out, getting deeper; I just let go, by now I was ready, I didn't care about anything I just wanted to immerse myself in all the things I was feeling, the pleasure, the pain, they were both so intense they became one, one overwhelming feeling of release, then my Masters voice: 

"Do not cum. You know what will happen if you do, I will teach you control, you will learn that you cum when I tell you you can, is that clear?"

"Yes Master, please may I cum, please Master." 

"No, you may not, you will cum when I let you, you will be my slut, my slave, my cum whore, and you will cum only for me."

He withdrew the dildo and bent down to untie the cuffs, I thought it was over, my mind was trying to make sense of all the things I was feeling, I thought he was going to let me off the last ten.

"Turn over," he ordered, and I knew it wasn't over. With the butt plug still inside me, stretching me, I rolled over to lie on my back, my legs hanging over the edge of the bench.

"Bend your legs and get hold of your ankles, open your legs as wide as they will go." 

I did as I was told. I knew better than to try and plead.

"Wider," he ordered

I opened my legs as wide as I could, my Master then tied my wrists to my ankles, and I was fully exposed, open to him, to whatever he wanted to do. He attached two leads to my collar and fastened them to the wrist cuffs on the legs of the bench. I was pinned, my wrists tied to my ankles and my head strapped down. He moved to the end of the bench where my cunt was fully exposed.

"I am going to show you what happens to sluts who can't control themselves."

All the time he spoke he stared at my cunt, I felt like he was looking deep inside me; he started to twist the butt plug inside my hole, I was helpless, I could do nothing.

Then to my horror he picked up the cane and started to rub it up and down the inside of my thighs.

"No please Master, please please no not that." My voice was now just a whisper; I knew I could do nothing to stop this.

"You will speak when you are told to, another word and I will put your knickers back in your mouth, you will take whatever I have to give you to teach you that sluts who play with themselves must be taught control."

The cane came down against my inner thigh. I thought the pain I felt on my arse was bad but it was nothing compared to this, but I remembered: twenty one I whispered then twenty two, twenty three and twenty four; by now I was sobbing uncontrollably. I could feel the tip of the cane at the entrance to my cunt. Then the cold of the lubricant and his fingers starting to work their way inside me, more fingers getting deeper, pushing harder, his other hand pushing at the inside of my thigh still painful from the cane, making me spread as wide as he could, then my Master's voice:

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he whispered.

"Yes please Master." 

"Do you want me to fuck your arse?"

"Yes please Master."

"Do you want to feel my cum down your throat, will you swallow it all?"

"Yes please Master." 

"Do you want to feel my fist inside your cunt?"

I hesitated and I knew in that moment what he intended to do.

"Do you want to feel my fist inside your cunt?" he said again, louder this time, his hand on my inner thigh squeezing the welts left by the cane.

"Yes please Master," I sobbed.

By now he had four fingers inside me, my mind was racing, I wanted to plead and beg him not to but I knew if I did I would feel the cane again, my head was spinning, I could hear his voice somewhere in the distance saying:

"Relax and take it, you're a dirty cum whore who is getting just what she deserves."

All the time his hand was getting deeper and deeper inside me, pushing, forcing me wider, stretching my now very wet cunt. Just when I thought his whole fist would enter me he stopped, pulled his fingers out and came round to where my head was pinned, he rubbed his fingers over my face, wet with my juice, smearing it over my cheeks and mouth down over my throat. He moved back to my wet, painful cunt, his fingers ran over my clit, my body reacted, I had no control over it, I wanted his touch, through all of this I'd stayed on the edge of orgasm, I knew one touch from my Master and I would cum.

I felt him slowly remove the butt plug, and heard his voice in my ear:

"You have taken your punishment well, you have finally given yourself to me, you are mine, I'm going to fuck your arse, I am going to cum inside it; you will lick me clean and then you will thank me. Is that clear?"

"Yes Master."

"No! Say it slut, beg me to fuck your arse?"

I said nothing.

"Say it?"

He grabbed me by the hair.

"Say it?"

"Please Master, please fuck my arse, fuck my arse hard," I could hear myself saying. "Fuck it till you cum inside me, then please let me lick you clean, I want to lick your cock after you have cum in my arse;" by now the words just spilled out of me through my sobs.

"Good, good cumslut, then if you take my cock in your arse and lick me clean properly, and thank me nicely I will let you off the last six strokes of the cane and let you cum."

"Thank you Master," was all I could say.".

He untied me, and told me to bend over the bench. I'd only ever had a butt plug in, he'd never put his cock inside me, but by now he had taken me to a place, a place I didn't know existed and I knew this was where I wanted to be.

"I'm not going to tie you down, I want you to stay there and let me fuck your arse because you have been told to. I want you to obey me not because you have no choice but because you want to."

I didn't move, I stayed there still, I couldn't move, I didn't want to move. I felt the cold of the lubricant and his finger inside me, making sure I was wet and ready to take his cock. I heard him undoing his belt, then the zip on his trousers, the tip of his hard cock against my hole. Gently he started to push, little strokes at first but each time he got deeper and deeper, then long slow strokes, I started to moan, I was getting aroused, was it possible that I could cum. By now his cock was all the way in.

His voice:

"Good, that's it, relax and take it, are you enjoying it my little slut?"

"Yes Master," I managed to say through my moans.

"Tell me you want to feel me cum inside your tight hole;" all the time he was talking to me his thrusts were getting faster, I could feel his balls pushing against me.

"I want to feel your cum up my arse, please Master, please let me have it. Oh god, I'm cumming, please may I cum I can't stop it, please."

To my relief I heard his voice:

"Yes slut you may cum. I knew you would want your arse fucked, I knew you would love it."

With that he started to push hard inside me, now hard fast strokes, thrusting deep, his balls pounding against me. One hand had moved round and his finger and thumb were squeezing my clit, I was pushing back at him, each time he thrust his cock inside me I pushed back, I wanted him as deep inside me as he could get. My orgasm started, it rushed through my whole body, I felt like every inch of me was rushing to my cunt. My arse my clit and my mind all exploded.

Then a voice, my voice:

"Thank you Master, thank you for fucking my arse."



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I moaned as my face slammed into the pillow. My mind overloading with pleasure as his cock slammed into me. He was taking long, deep strokes. Pulling out until just the head was left in my ass. Then, slamming the entire length of his cock into me until I could hear his hips slap against mine and feel his pubes tickling me.

The pillow reeked of sweat. The cheap fabric scratching my face as he pushed me deeper into it with every thrust. I tried not to think about how many people had had similar experiences with this pillow. How much sweat, spit, and who knew what else was in this pillow. I inhaled deeply, smelling the reek of the pillow as he pulled out of me. Grunted into it when he slammed back in. God, I hope this motel cleans their sheets better than the rest of the decrepit room.

I grimaced into the pillow as I felt him pull all the way out of me. I knew what was coming. I knew I should stop it. I had told him over and over again not to do it. It was just too risky. I felt my wedding band on my finger. Forget the risk to me, how could I risk her like this? But damn, I loved the feeling so much. I loved that no matter what I wanted, this was his show. I was here for his pleasure, and he knew exactly how to remind me of that.

I gagged as I heard him clear his throat. I clutched the revolting pillow tighter to my face as I heard him spit, and felt it land on my ass. His spit slowly running from its landing spot, down to my still gaping anus, and into me. I hate spitting. I don't think he even likes it. But he knows of no better way to assert his dominance than forcing me to accept an act that we both know I loathe.

I concentrated on the revolting feeling of his spit sliding into me. My ass is still gaping lewdly open. That's why I put up with him. He knows exactly how to make me scream.

I feel him put his cock back up to my ass. Moaning into the pillow as I feel him slide slowly into me. He takes his time. Letting me feel every agonizing millimeter of his incredible cock. Reminding me with every inch that he is in charge. Reminding me that no matter what I want, no matter how unsafe I told him it was, no matter how much I begged, no matter what I do, he is going to fuck me bareback.

I shuddered as I felt something slimy drape across the back of my neck. If I had had any doubt that he had taken the condom off, it was removed when he dropped the used condom across my neck.

I don't know why I even bother with the charade any more. We both know that he won't be finishing in the condom. I swear every time, that this is the last one. He is just too dangerous. But then, I get his email telling me how much he wants me, and my mind goes blank. I make him promise to leave the condom on this time, and I'm back at the motel. I bring the condoms. I slide one onto him with my mouth to try and make it exciting for him. I hate the latex taste as I put it onto him, but it's worth it for my safety and my wife's safety. I feel for the condom in my hand as I guide him into me.

Then, I end up on my hands and knees at some point in our fucking. My face slamming into the filthy pillow, just like it is now. And my mind goes blank. Somehow, he always knows when I've lost the willpower to resist, and he takes advantage of me every time.

I feel the condom shuddering on the back of my neck as he continues slamming into me. The lube from the outside of the condom is dripping up into my hair. Actually, I guess it's down into my hair with my face buried down into the pillow and my ass up where he likes it.

He puts his hand on the back of my head as he fucks me. I struggle to breathe as he pushes my face deeper into the pillow. I hadn't even noticed, but I must have been moaning too loud. It is the middle of the day, but he doesn't want to risk anyone outside hearing me moan like a whore. He can grunt and scream as loud as he wants, but it's normal to hear a guy getting laid in these motel rooms. Hearing me moan too would alert the motel that he is in here with another guy instead of the hooker that they would all assume he is in here with. At least that's what he told me the first and only time I objected to him smothering me every time I started moaning too loud.

I am too winded to continue moaning when he finally takes his hand off the back of my head. I push hard back into him, struggling to pick my face up out of the pillow for just a moment. I gasp, sucking in deep lungfuls of air until he gives me a firm push between the shoulders and my face drops back into the pillow. He continues fucking me the entire time. Oblivious to my struggles as long as I stay quiet.

The sex is unreal. It always is. I don't want it to ever end, but I know our time as up as I feel his hand sliding down my back. Soon enough, both of his hands are on my hips. He is grunting loudly now, for the whole world to hear. His cock is no longer pulling back as he gets closer to cumming. He is holding my hips hard and just grinding into me as hard as he can. His cock is as deep as he can get it, and I feel like he is trying to jam it in further these last few moments before he cums.

Every nerve ending in my body is experiencing sensory overload. My face, knees, and arms are starting to burn from the pressure of being forced down into the cheap sheets for so long. I feel his leg hair tickling me where he is kneeling between my legs. I still feel the used condom cooling on the back of my neck, and his sweat is dripping onto my back. I feel every drip of his sweat land on my back and slide slowly down my spine. Pooling at the small of my back. I feel his pubic hair mashed into my ass as he pushes into me as hard as I can.

My face is pushed into the pillow so hard I can't breath now, even without his hand on the back of my head. He is squeezing my hips so hard that they are starting to hurt. I hear him groan loud enough that I imagine the windows are rattling as his cock begins to pulse in my ass. Some people talk about being able to feel their man cumming inside them. I have never been able to feel his cum filling me, but the intense pulsing of his cock in my ass leaves no doubt what is happening.

I am suddenly conscious of a wet, sticky feeling between my legs. I think I came at some point. It must have been a while ago because my cock isn't hard anymore, and the cum between my thighs is already starting to dry out.

His breathing is finally starting to slow down. His hands are slowly drifting up and down my sides in an oddly romantic way after the savage fucking he has been giving me for... Wow, I have no idea how long I have been in this room with him. His cock is still in my ass, though it is finally starting to shrink.

Finally, after what seems like hours, he gives my ass a slap and pulls out of me. Now I can feel his cum as it begins to slide back out of me. He cums like a porn star. Massive loads that seem to leak out of me for hours, no matter how much I try to clean up afterwards. I tilt my back down as much as I can to try to keep it from getting all over me, but it is no use. I feel his cum sliding down the back of my balls and down my thighs. Mixing with the dried cum on my legs from whenever I finished.

I feel him pulling my hair, pulling my face out of the pillow. I resist. I fucking hate this part. It is so ridiculously demeaning. I have no idea why I keep showing up even though I know he's going to do this to me. He laughs as he gives my hair a yank hard enough that I am afraid it's going to come out if I don't comply. The bald spot would be hard to explain to my wife.

I come up face-to-face with his cock. I can't bring myself to look up into his eyes now that I've finished, so I just stare at his mostly limp cock. It is filthy. Covered in lube, semen, and flecks of what are quite clearly my own shit. It is still slowly dripping cum onto the sheets next to my face. He gives me a light slap on the cheek with one hand as he pulls me in with the other hand still holding my hair. I resist for a moment, then give up and take his filthy cock into my mouth. It is no use resisting this, just like it has been no use resisting him on any part of this experience.

It is easy to fit his entire cock into my mouth now that is mostly limp. He just pulled it out of my ass, and shockingly it tastes like ass. I tried douching once, but he was furious and threatened to never call me again. He wants me filthy. He wants to demean me by showing me that I will lick my own ass off his cock if it means I get to be fucked by him. I will do whatever it takes to please him, even if I fucking hate it. I try to focus on how great he smells as I bury my nose in his pubic hair. I try to focus on his manly musk, and how much I love pleasing him. Somehow though, all I can taste is the filth on his cock. I can taste the lube he filled me with before he fucked me. The sweet taste of his cum reminding me of when he makes me suck him off without fucking me. The horrifying taste of my own ass. Most demeaning of all, I can still vaguely taste the condom he promised me he would finish in. I feel the crust and slime on the back of my neck as I clean him, wondering when the condom fell off me and where it ended up.

It seems like I have been cleaning his cock forever. The taste of lube and ass turns my stomach. The taste of latex and cum reminds me of how much control he has over me and how stupid I was to let him cum inside me, to let him fuck me bareback, and to show up here in the first place with the full knowledge of what he would do.

He yanks on my hair and pulls me off his cock after what has probably been less than a minute in reality. I bury my face back in the pillow, still not making eye contact with him. I can hear him moving around the room getting redressed as I grow more and more ashamed of what I have done. How stupid it was. I try to concentrate on the scratchy feeling of the filthy pillow against my face. The fabric damp from my sweat and drool and reeking of god knows what. It's no use though. All I can feel is his cum sliding slowly down the back of my balls and the wedding band burning into my finger.

I am still on my hands and knees where he left me, his cum sliding out of my still slightly gaping anus, when I hear him clearing his throat. I hold the pillow tight to my face as I feel his spit land on my ass, mixing with his cum. He spanks me hard enough that I'm sure anyone outside the room hears it. I know from prior experience that he has left a handprint on my ass. Marking me one last time as his bitch before he walks out of the room.

I hear the door open and shut as he leaves me in the same position on the bed. I suddenly realized that he hasn't said anything to me since he told me to pay for the room on the phone last night. The strip show, undressing him and folding his clothes, sucking his cock, getting rimmed and fucked had all been done without a single word. Not even a hello or goodbye. I know what he wants so well, he never has to tell me. He just pulls on my hair or pushes me around.

I spoke of course. Told him how big and amazing his cock was. Told him how great he tastes, smells, and looks as I go down on him. I begged him to use a condom this time, or to at least pull out and cum on my ass instead of in it. I told him that I would do all the work for him and he just had to leave it on. I told him how much I trust him, but I'm married and I just can't take that risk for my wife. He had smiled and nodded every time, given me a condescending slap on the cheek, and put his cock back into my mouth. Once he was fucking me, I somehow lost the ability to continue pushing the condom.

Finally, I can't take the building shame and guilt anymore. I pull my head out of the pillow and look at the clock next to the bed. Fuck! It says 6:30. That's ok, you can't trust a motel clock. It must be wrong. I lunge to the side of the bed, searching for my pants. I go through my pockets and pull out my phone. Fuck! It really is 6:30. I was supposed to be home almost 2 hours ago. How has he been screwing me for so long?

I leap out of bed, ignoring the sudden rush of his cooling cum down my thighs. I run into the bathroom and desperately try to clean our cum of my legs and ass. It's no use though. So much of my cum is already crusted onto my thighs that it won't come off without a shower, and I know from experience that he will continue drooling out of my anus for hours.

I run around the room quickly throwing my clothes on. I barely notice as I pull up my briefs. I have always worn boxers, and I hate briefs. He told me he wouldn't fuck me if I showed up in anything but briefs though. I don't know why he cares since they come off me so fast. I think he just likes to prove that I will do anything for him. Their purchase had been a challenge to explain to my wife since I hadn't worn briefs the entire time she had known me.

I leave the key on the tv as I run out of the room. I feel bad about leaving the useless condom wherever it ended up in the bed, but there is no time to find it and throw it away. I don't know why I wasted time trying to clean myself up as I feel more cum squishing out of my ass as I land in the driver's seat of my car. This is so unbelievably stupid. I swear, I'm never doing this again.

I drive home as fast as I can. Shit, shit, shit, I am so late. My wife's car is in the garage when I pull in. I have no idea how I am going to explain this. I can feel his cum everywhere as I get out of the car. I have never been so sticky. I always take a shower before I leave to clean up most of the mess, but there was no time today. I feel more and more panicked and ashamed with each sticky step towards the door. No worry, I'll just say I'm not feeling well and rush right to the shower.

My eyes take a moment to adjust to the dim light as I walk inside. Something's not right. Shit, shit, shit. The candles are lit. I start to move towards the bathroom, but I am stopped dead by my wife standing in the hallway.

She looks spectacular. She is lit up only by candlelight and wearing the lingerie I bought her for our last anniversary. A slinky black babydoll that you can clearly see her breasts through, see-through black panties that I know have a very sexy lace butterfly across her ass, black thigh-high stockings, and black heels much taller than she would ever wear out of the house. This is much worse than I ever thought it could be.

She struts toward me, sexier than I have ever seen her. My ears are ringing as she talks to me about how stressed I have been lately, and how she has been planning something special for me all week. I just try to not look too panicked as I can somehow still feel my lover's cum drooling out of my anus and pooling in my underwear.

I'm sick, my stomach hurts, I just need to take a shower, I try every excuse in the book without hurting her feelings as I try to slide by her to the safety of the bathroom. "Nonsense," she says as she pushes me back up against the closed garage door, kissing me deeply. All I can taste is the condom, lube, cum, and ass I'd cleaned off my lover's cock not 20 minutes ago. God, I hope she can't taste it too.

I'm panicking as I feel her fingers running down my front. I'm still trying to mutter excuses, but it's difficult with my wife's tongue in my mouth. She starts tugging at my pants as she steps back and gives me a mischievous look. Oh god, this can't be happening. She's never this eager, what the hell is happening?

She sinks to her knees, pulling my pants down with her. Everything is in slow motion as I feel my marriage ending. I can't move now with my back up against the garage door and my pants around my ankles. She notices the mess on my thighs and the damp spot in my briefs, but she's still talking about how much she loves me and how it looks like I'm excited to see her today.

The moment of truth finally comes when she hooks her fingers into the waistband of my briefs and slides them down. I am frozen. I have no idea what to do. No idea why I have been so unbelievably stupid. I truly do love my wife, I have no desire for my marriage to end, she just can't satisfy me the way I need to be satisfied. She just doesn't have the equipment.

It all comes crashing down as she slides my briefs down. My lover left me with a particularly large load today, and I haven't had an opportunity to clean up hardly any of it. With my briefs out of the way and my legs spread a bit, I feel a rush of his cum come sliding down between my thighs. She gives me a befuddled look as she leans in closer to see what is very obviously cum running out of my ass. She is silent now as she runs her hand up my sticky thigh and slides a couple fingers back to find the source of the cum. There is no hiding the fact that it is running out of my anus as her fingers slip without effort into my still lubed and somehow still slightly gaping ass.

My beautiful, innocent wife looks up at me with a look that is shocked and confused. She is on her knees in front of me in my favorite lingerie with her fingers up my ass and another man's cum running down my thighs. She just sits there with her fingers in my drooling anus for what seems like an eternity. I am still panicked, frozen to the door as she begins to give me a curious smile.



Caught



I turn the key in the lock, then open the door, slowly, quietly. Placing my briefcase on the floor, I remove my coat, watching the water drip onto the cool tiles. I hear classical music coming from the lounge down the long hall. Closing the door silently, I listen to the slow tune echoing off the walls. My shoes make little noise as I creep towards the music.

As I get closer, I smell the cigarette smoke, and can hear some low moaning. With each step the odor increases and the sound of pleasure gets more distinct. The door is ajar slightly, my hand moves to the door knob and grasps it firmly. Peering around the door, my eyes widen and I feel my passion rising. You are sitting on the edge of the couch facing away from me, I see your dark hair slightly ruffled. Your head is angled as though you are looking down, I see a hand-rolled cigarette held in your left hand, smoke rising into the air.

The hinges turn soundlessly as I enter the room. I can hear your moaning clearly now as the music tapers off. Your hand moves to your mouth and you inhale from the cigarette, holding the smoke in your lungs, exhaling slowly, looking up, letting the smoke simply fall out from your mouth. It is now that your eyes spy me, I see the panic register in your face, I enjoy this look immensely.

I push the door all the way open, you stand and turn quickly, trying to smooth your skirt down. I look you up and down, not bothering to hide my disgust. You look down at your feet, knowing that this will require a punishment of sorts. "What were you doing?" I ask, even though I fully understand what was occurring. You don't answer straight away, so I walk around the couch and stand directly in front of you, almost towering over your frame.

I ask again, more forcefully, and I see your eyes peeking from within your hanging hair. Grabbing your chin, I raise your head to look up at me, I see your cheeks redden. My other hand grasps your wrist and pulls it from behind your back, the cigarette now plainly in view. Your eyes dart from my eyes to the cigarette and back again. I release your face and pry it from your fingers, Leaning over i stub it out in the ashtray on the coffee table.

You eyes never leaving my face, you smile, but as soon as you do, you realize the mistake and quickly look down again. I ask you one more time, "What were you doing?", I wait as I see your mouth trying to form the words. Almost under your breath I hear "I was smoking and being... Selfish", the sound just audible above the music.

"Very well, explain to me how you were being selfish?". "I was playing with myself". Your face goes red with embarrassment as the words escape your lips. "How were you playing with yourself?". "I was fingering my pussy... and... thinking of you". My hand relaxes and your marked wrist twists from my fingers. I step back and remove my suit jacket, laying it neatly over the arm of the couch. Turning around I look you over again, from your dark grey knee high socks, your hip hugging skirt, over your slightly ruffled button up shirt, to your beautiful neck and face.

"Come to me now" I say as I sit on the couch. Your feet almost shuffle across the floor, hesitantly moving closer until you are directly in front of me. "Undo your buttons, slowly!". Your trembling fingers fumble with each button, but, eventually you comply. I lightly grab your shirt, opening it, you feel the fabric pulling out from the skirt. I take in the vision of your pale white porcelain skin, the bra is almost the same color, the pattern of fine lace work the only difference.

My hands raise and pull the shirt over your shoulders, letting it fall, it slides over your wrists and hands, the fabric making a low whisper as it coils behind you. I see your chest rising and falling with each short breath. My fingers grab you roughly around the waist and quickly spin you around. Undoing the top button, I pull down on the skirt's zip, feeling each tooth separate and watching the skirt fabric relax over your ass. The skirt eventually loosens enough from your hips and drops to the floor surrounding your feet.

"Take a step forward and turn and face me". I watch intently as your body does as it is told. I look at your panties, seeing a distinct damp patch covering your pussy. You look sheepish as you see me looking, not sure how to react. I stand and you inch away from me. My fingers grasp your shoulders turning you around and bending you over the arm of the couch. "Stay!". I stride over to the drawers that contain my toys, pulling out the pale rope. Coming back to you, I loop it around your wrists, tying them behind your back.

Taking slow deliberate steps, I walk back over to the drawer, grabbing the riding crop. Your eyes follow me, widening as I get closer. "Please... Sir..." your voice pleading to me. I say nothing and walk behind you, your head tries to turn and follow me. I push your upper body down with one hand and gripping the riding crop tightly in the other, I bring it down quickly. Stopping just over your skin, the end flicks your skin, lightly whipping. Your breathing deepens.

Your panties are dragged off your hips and down your legs until they hang from your ankles. The riding crop swings back up and down, faster this time, the sound a sharp crack as it impacts on your skin. Your squeal is slightly muffled as you bury your face into the couch. Up and down, again and again, keeping it constant, the red marks left on your skin, lines covering your ass and legs. With each stroke your body shudders, panties fall to the floor, the wet patch clearly visible.

"Have you had enough naughty girl?" I ask, "Yes Sir, I have, please, enough" you're almost pleading with me now. Fingertips slowly run through your hair, along your arms, over the rope, feeling your smooth skin, every curve, until I reach your ass, running them over the slightly raised red marks. A finger tip runs along your ass crack, into the gap between your inner thighs, grazing the outer edge of your wet lips, I see you bite your lip, stifling a gasp. The finger drags all the way down your leg, over your thigh high socks, leaning over you feel my breath on your upper thigh, lips make contact against the back of your legs.

I grab your legs and widen your stance, kissing the back of your knee through your sock. My hands slide up your legs, moving slowly below my head. Higher I go, my tongue flicks out and you feel the roughness over your smooth skin. Your body betrays your pleasure, my tongue finding some of your juices on your inner thigh. Your flavour in my mouth, I force your legs further apart, planting a hard kiss onto your now exposed pussy. My fingers massage your moist lips, occasionally slipping the tip inside you. Kisses are placed all over your ass and legs, avoiding your pussy altogether, fingers skirting around the edge of you.

Your hips rock back and forward trying to control where my hands are, all to no avail. Each touch is lighter than the last and it makes you more frustrated, until I am no longer in contact with you. You arch your back and twist, trying to turn around to face me. "Stand up now!", watching your unsure expression as you try to stand on your shaking legs gives me immense pleasure. I undo my belt and your expression changes yet again, eyes widen, your mouth tightens. "On your knees, here in front of me", the sound of my zipper loud in the quiet of the room. I take out my hard cock, the red tip shiny and tight, the shaft with prominent veins.

Eyes on my cock, you get on your knees in front of me. " Look up at me", your head does not move, but your eyes pivot until they are locked with mine. "Do you want this?", you nod slowly. A hand placed on the back of your head brings you closer. You lick your lips and open up, taking me in gradually. Your tongue swirling inside your mouth, around my head, I feel you moan with your own pleasure, knowing how much I enjoy this. Looking deep into your beautiful eyes as you try to take my full length makes me even harder.

Your neck tries to pull your mouth off me, but my hand holds you firm, my hips push forward, forcing me a little deeper. I see your eyes watering slightly, and hold firm an extra second, then release you enough to allow you to breathe. I see your sudden intake of breath and I thrust back into your mouth, but not as deep. My hand gets us into a rhythm, watching as my saliva coated shaft slides in and out of your red lips. Our eyes are locked as this continues, my hand has now grabbed you by your hair and the thrusting has become more frantic.

My grunts echo off the walls, my orgasm nears, I pull out completely, hearing a disappointed sigh as you realise that you will not be getting your reward yet. Grabbing you by the shoulders I raise you to your feet and turn you around. "Follow me". I walk out of the room, and down the darkened hallway, with you right behind me.

The door of the bedroom swings open easily as we walk in, the room is suddenly illuminated when my fingers flick the light switch. "On the bed", you walk over, unsure how to get on the bed, your arms still bound behind you. I walk over and push you on to your face. Rope is quickly wrapped around each of your ankles and fastened to the base of the bed, spreading your legs apart.

You watch as I methodically remove my suit pants, tie and shirt, taking my time, prelonging your anticipation. After what seems an eternity I am naked and ready to continue. Stepping around the bed, I look at you from all angles, taking in each beautiful curve and line. Your body is shivering with frustration, wanting my touch. A hand reaches out and the index finger makes contact with the sole of your foot, your body shudders as though you had been electrocuted. The other hand reaches out and grabs the other foot, I kneel on the bed behind you, my hands moving higher up.

Looking down I see the fading red lines made by the riding crop, I take the tip of my erect cock and rub it on your inner thighs and ass. I tease it against your wet opening, my fingers spread your pussy lips and I push the head inside you. You groan loudly as you feel me moving inside you, I pull almost all the way out, then push a little deeper.

With each thrust the penetration is deeper, gradually, slowly until my cock is fully inside you. I pull out slowly, then push in just as slow, the sensation unbelievable. Hands grab you roughly by your hips, pushing you into the bed a little, changing the angle.

Looking down I watch my cock moving in and out, your pussy lips stretching and contracting with each thrust. I increase the pace a little, but not much, your hips rocking in unison. Your deep breathing has transformed to low moaning and I feel you getting wetter. My hands are either side of you, taking the weight of my upper body.

Slightly faster now, I lean over further, your head turns around as much as possible, I see you looking at me out of the corner of your eye. I kiss the back of your neck and lightly bite your neck, my teeth leaving little marks. "Bite me again?" you moan , "No" I reply and I increase the pace again, the sound of our flesh colliding getting louder.

My glistening shaft slides in and out, you push your face into the sheets, moans muffled, ropes are pulled tight with each of my thrusts. I grab your hair, pulling your face off the sheets roughly, you gasp and your entire body stiffens. I pull out slowly, then push my entire length into you quickly, pulling your hair as I do. You try to raise your hips as I enter you, my torso and ropes keeping you down. My pace increases and your gasps get louder, the orgasm nearing. I stop and pull out completely, "You're not allowed to come yet!". Reaching down I release your ankles then do the same for your wrists, rope marks deep in your flesh.

Flipping you over onto your back, I look you deep in the eyes, your look of disappointment quickly fading. Leaning over you, I kiss up your stomach and breasts, moving over your collarbones and neck. Your moaning returns with each caress, your legs instinctively wrap around my torso, my fingers looping around your throat. We maintain eye contact as my cock enters you again, fingers tighten as I move deeper. Our hips rock in time, whilst your hands grab at the sheets. I enter you further, kissing your open mouth, tasting you.

Lowering my hips changes the angle, allowing deeper penetration. You raise your hips to meet mine as I thrust into you. I hear your breathing get shallow and watch as your eyes glaze slightly, the choking having the desired effect. As the rhythm is maintained, your body shudders, you bite your lip, I look at your face pleading with me. I simply nod and your entire body shakes and your back arches as the orgasm is allowed to hit you. Wave after wave rolls over you, your muscles contracting tightly, eyes watering. You try to scream in ecstasy but my choking reduces it to a mild gasping.

I feel your body go limp as it tapers off, I relax my fingers and watch the blood return to your face. Taking my cock out of your soaked pussy, I grasp your ankles, prying your legs off me. I stand up and look at your spent body, red marks on your throat, mascara running, smeared lipstick. You look absolutely perfect. I twist your body until your head is off the edge of the bed. Fingers force your mouth open, and I insert the head of my hard cock, your lips wrap around the shaft. Inside your mouth I feel your tongue swirl over my skin, your hands on my thighs, pulling me into you.

Bending at the waist I lean over and run my hands over you, I feel your body twitch as I touch your sensitive skin. My cock gently fucking your mouth as the tips of my fingers slide down your belly. You take one hand and its fingers encircle my shaft, the other lightly massages my balls. I rock my hips, feeling your mouth and hands working on me. Looking down at my girl satisfying me, I thrust harder, pushing in as much as I can. Your throat gags on me but you hold me there, prolonging the sensation.

Shifting my fingers lower on your body, I watch them move through your pubic hair, wet with your fluids. Running them over your pusy lips, I gently insert one, feeling you moan deep within your throat. I massage you with my fingers, hips turning and raising. Fingers around my shaft quickly stroke me, your lips wrapped tightly as the shaft moves in and out. The orgasm nears, and my thrusting is more measured, maximizing my pleasure.

Aware of my impending orgasm, you increase the speed and pressure on my cock. My hips move in time, closer it comes, the feeling builds up until I can take it no more. I curl my finger inside your pussy, your hips grinding against me. I grunt loudly as I start to come in your mouth, thrusting into your throat, you swallow all you can and your hands milk every last drop. Muscles spasm with each stroke, your tongue swirling over the sensitive head.

As I pull out of your mouth, I remove my finger from your wet pussy lips and have you suck on it, tasting your own wonderful juices. Your smiling face beams up at me, happy that you have satisfied me. I lean down and kiss you, caressing your face with my hands. I lay on the bed and you move over, placing your head on my lap. "Good girl" I say as you drift off to sleep...



Caught!



Three sharp raps came at the door of my hotel room. I had taken off my shoes, but other than that was still dressed, so I went to answer it. A man in a crisp white shirt and blazer stood there. He was greying at the temples and built like a former linebacker that still kept in shape. He was my height but must have outweighed me by nearly a hundred pounds.

"Mr. Jefferson?"

"Yes?"

"May I come in? It's hotel business."

I wasn't sure what that meant, but his icy blue eyes were a little intimidating, "Umm, sure."

He stepped into the room while I closed the door.

A little uncertainly, I asked, "What can I help you with?"

He pulled a 4x6 photograph from the inside pocket of his blazer and handed it to me.

I felt faint. It was a picture of me, from last night, laying on my side with my finger in my ass and look of pleasure on my face. My cheeks felt hot as I glanced at him. 

His smile was nothing less than predatory, "I certainly wouldn't want any of the video of that to reach your loved ones. Would you.?"

For a moment I was furious, "Fuck you! I'm not giving you a thing. Go ahead and do what you have to do. I'll sue you for breach of privacy."

He didn't even flinch, "And the recording will become public record."

He started for the door, "Very well Mr. Jefferson. Let's see how this plays out shall we?"

I thought of the look on my families' faces, my co-workers faces, and I knew he had me. I choked out, "Wait."

He paused.

"How much do you want?"

He turned back around, again with that savage grin, "Oh, I don't want money. I own the hotel. I want something else."

I suddenly felt even more nervous, "What?"

He strode up to stand face to face with me. It turned out he was even taller than me. I'm not a small man, but I looked like a willow next to him.

He looked down at me and said, "I want you. One look at that sexy ass and I had to have it. And I will. Or else..."

I turned away, "You've got to be kidding."

"I'm not."

I was a virgin. I sometimes watched gay porn, especially when on the road, and played with myself, but I'd never even touched another man's cock. What was I going to do?

He started for the door again.

I whispered, "Wait."

Again the pause before the door, "Yes."

"I'll...I'll do as you ask."

"Whatever I want?"

My face felt flushed. I knew what I might be agreeing to, but what could I do?

"Yes."

"Strip."

The command came so quickly and without emphasis I thought I'd misheard him. As he turned and crossed his arms, he said it louder, "Strip bitch."

I felt a little sick to my stomach as I unbuttoned my shirt and dropped it to the floor. If I didn't know what being looked at like an object was like before, I did now. It made me angry, and scared, and surprisingly, I felt my cock harden a little. He was going to think I was getting off on this. He also didn't look in the mood to wait. I dropped my pants to the floor, then my underwear. I stood naked in front of a man who planned to do things to me that I could only guess.

He smiled, "Give us a spin."

Humiliated, I turned away from him and he suddenly stepped up close behind me. Thick fingers squeezed my buttocks and roamed across my hips before sliding up my abs to pinch my nipples. In my ear he rumbled, "You're going to love this, little faggot."

"I'm not a faggot you bastard!"

He laughed, whirled me around by the shoulders and pushed me unceremoniously to my knees. I couldn't even begin to stop him.

"Take out my cock you little bitch."

I stared up at his eyes, so cold even when he smiled, "Please no."

He slapped me once across the face, not very hard but very suddenly, "I'm not going to ask you again."

My gaze drifted down his thick chest to the crotch of his slacks. The bulge down the right pant leg was huge. He chuckled when my eyes widened, "You'll get used to it. Touch it."

I reached out tentatively and stroked down the length of it. It twitched under my fingers as he groaned. I stroked back up it toward the base, stopped and squeezed. The girth of his cock filled my hand. There was no way it was going to fit in me anywhere.

"Enough playing."

My cheeks felt flushed as I unbuckled his belt and slowly lowered his zipper. He lowered his pants a little and pulled that monster out. It dangled in front of my face, not all the way erect and already frightening. Thick veins circled the shaft and the head looked like it was the size of a small apple. His masculine scent wasn't unpleasant, just different. 

"Lick it."

There I was, in my own hotel room, on my knees in front of this huge man, his thick cock inches from my mouth. I couldn't see out any way out of it, so I licked it. I licked the underside from the base to the head, then back down.

He groaned, "That's it bitch. That's good. Now suck my cock."

I opened my mouth wide and took the head in my mouth. He barely paused for a moment before pushing a couple of more inches between my lips. I couldn't believe it myself, and I certainly hoped he hadn't seen, but my traitorous cock was starting to harden. I pulled back a bit, then pushed back down his length, my lips sliding over the soft skin. 

"Look up."

I glanced up at him, my mouth open wide to accommodate the girth of him. 

He smiled, "You look good sucking a cock. Very natural."

I started to pull back to say something, but he grabbed my head, his thick fingers winding into my hair and forced another inch, then two, into my mouth. He pushed until I started to gag, backed off just a bit, then pushed forward again. I tried to breathe through my nose when he told me too, and it helped, but that only earned me more cock, until the head of it was against the back of my throat.

An embarrassing amount of drool ran down my chin and onto my bare chest as he pulled nearly all the way out, then slowly pushed it back in again. Almost against my will, my tongue caressed the underside of his shaft as he raped my mouth in earnest.

His grip in my hair was becoming increasingly painful as he fucked my face, used me like a sex toy. I felt strange, humiliation warring with excitement.

His groans grew louder, "Oh yes you little slut. Suck that cock. Make me cum."

He suddenly let go of my hair and it became obvious that I was bobbing my head, sucking on his thick cock on my own. I glanced up at him and he smiled triumphantly, "I told you you were a little faggot."

He grunted, grabbed my hair in his left hand and pulled me off of his cock. Spurt after spurt of semen landed on my face before he shoved it back in my mouth, the final spurts hitting the back of my throat. Without any other option, I swallowed.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and tucked it back into his pants. I looked up at him, afraid that he wanted more, a relatively normal guy fifteen minutes ago, now naked, kneeling in front of a man whose name I didn't even know, his semen dripping down my face.

He said, "If you aren't back in your room tomorrow night, you know what will happen," turned and headed for the door. 

"Your cock certainly is hard for someone who doesn't like to suck cock, don't you think?. Be here tomorrow night."

I was fairly sure that I didn't want to know what he had in store.



Caught



I had been lying in bed horny, waiting for my sexy little wife to join me. We had three friends from out of town visiting us for the weekend, a married couple we had known for years and a guy my wife used to work with. We had all been out for an evening of dinner and dancing with a lot of drinking too. The night had gone well other than a spill by me that inflamed my hot tempered wife. We had been keeping our distance since then, but this was ridiculous, it was time to make up. We had had another round of drinks once we got home then, drunk, tired and happy we called it a night. 

My wife was making sure that our friends had all they needed for a comfortable night as I headed for bed. She had dressed up for the evening and the thought of how great she looked and how horny she usually got after a good night out had me looking forward to getting her in bed. I washed up, undressed and flopped on the bed. I lay there becoming aroused as I imagined her undressing down to her lingerie then crawling across the bed to me. I pulled out my hardening cock and stroked it slowly as I pictured her gorgeous little body sensuously writhing.

Ten minutes or more passed and I was beginning to wonder when she would join me. I got out of bed and went to find out what was keeping her, no doubt making sure all was shipshape before retiring but maybe she was still sore from our fall out and in need of a loving apology. I was only wearing my boxers and my cock was still semi hard but I reasoned that everybody was in bed and seeing my arousal should get her mind in the right gear. I passed the spare bedroom and heard happy sexy noises coming through the door. They were obviously getting down to the same business I had in mind. 

I didn't exactly creep downstairs but I did avoid the one squeaky stair on my way down. Nothing prepared me for what happened next. Coming to the living room door I saw my wife on the sofa with her friend in a clinch, snogging like a pair of teenage lovers. 

The rage hit me like a wall. Without thinking I strode into the room and grabbed her by the hair. They hadn't noticed me, and the shriek she made as I pulled her up and away from him was more out of shock than pain. I'm not a huge guy but I'm pretty strong, dragging her 110lbs off him didn't take much effort from my left arm. 

He exclaimed: "Oh fuck!" 

My right fist swung fast and hard and I felt and heard his nose break as his head snapped back. The back stroke was just as hard and full of menace; it struck the side of his head with such force that it drove him sideways down off the sofa.

I turned and left the room pulling her along with me by her hair. As I stormed upstairs I gripped her hair even more tightly and held my arm straight down by my side, her legs struggled to keep up with her head that was pinned down beside my waist. "Oh God, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry". She gasped in something between a sob and a whimper. 

I dumped her on the bedroom floor and stormed to the window. I looked out into the dark night. I was shaking, my fury at her betrayal consuming me. "I'm sorry babe, I'm so so sorry. I don't know why I did it. I'm so sorry". She pleaded behind me, but I barely heard her, my mind was in blind chaos.

I don't know how long I stayed there but when I turned, my body was still on some kind of autopilot. The anger was joined and heightened by euphoria over the confrontation. I had never been that angry nor had I ever hit someone that hard before. He hadn't put up a fight but I had destroyed him in one blow. I felt strangely triumphant. She was on the floor in her sexy little black dress, half way raised to me looking disheveled and frightened. Seeing her there heightened my anger again.

"I'm so so sorry. Please. It was stupid. I'll never do it again, please, I'm so sorry." Damn she was a sexy little slut. Watching her plead in such earnest was having an effect on me. 

To the victor go the spoils. I grabbed her hair again and she gasped, a look of fear crossing her face. With my free hand I slipped my rapidly hardening cock out of my boxers and before she knew what was happening I pushed her mouth onto it. 

I drove her down onto it as deep as I could. I held her head firmly and felt my cockhead slip through the warm wet cavity and hit the back of her throat. I held it there for a moment, relishing the feeling. Then holding her head in both hands I rocked my hips back until just the tip of my cock was at her lips. I held it there too, just for a moment then started fucking her face in earnest. She likes to suck cock, but this wasn't about her. I held her head firmly in my hands and fucked my cock into her mouth over and over, faster and faster, relishing the power I had, relishing the euphoria of the past few minutes.

Blind lust drove me on. I fucked her hard and fast and as deep as I could. Sometimes I felt my cockhead slip in past the back of her mouth into her throat. Knowing I was making her gag just drove me to do it more. Once I held it there, just enjoying the feeling of her throat muscles gagging on me. I nearly came then, the feeling of completely dominating her increasing my euphoria immensely. I pulled back and relished the feeling of her mouth flexing as she gasped around my hard cock. She mewed a plea as I pushed back in deeper, and that desperate cry pushed me over the edge. I pounded into her, deep then almost out, then deep again as my body was rocked with the orgasm. I pinned her head even tighter between my hands and my cum streamed out into her mouth and gagging throat.

Damn, that felt good. The euphoria still rode high in me and my hands held her fast to my crotch as the force of my orgasm subsided, my cockhead still between her lips. My racing heart slowed and gradually my mind drifted back into focus and as it did, my anger returned. I pulled my cock free of her mouth and, holding her by the hair, dragged her onto the end of the bed. She cried out as I pulled her across the room, shuffling along to keep up with me until she was slumped forwards over the side of the bed. With my free hand I pulled up the hem of her short black dress. Angry though I was, I was still stirred by the sight of her sexy little ass framed by the red and black lace thong and suspenders and the stockings she wore. My still half hard cock began to swell harder. Damn, this was going to be fun.

Fumbling behind me, I reached for the clothes I had stripped out of earlier and pulled my belt free. I doubled it in my hand then swung it with all my angry might at her rounded backside. The crack of leather striking flesh was sudden and loud. She shrieked in pain and her hands flew back to protect herself. I swung again but her hands got in the way. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them together in my big hand at the small of her back, resting my weight there on one arm as I swung my belt again at my unprotected target.

The belt landed with another satisfying crack on the rounded flawless skin. Again she shrieked at the shock of pain it produced and her body jerked. She tried to pull free but my full weight and anger pinned her more effectively than any chains could. I lashed down at her ass and thighs with blow after blow from the belt. The pale flesh turned a livid red under my onslaught. She shrieked and squealed and moaned as I flailed at her. Her body writhed under me, desperate to escape the pain I was causing. Her legs kicked and danced ineffectually below her, doing little other than occasionally exposing previously unmarked sensitive flesh to the fierce stinging pain of the belt. I had an angry rhythm going and nothing that she did could break it or the red mist of anger that coursed through me and the satisfaction of each clean hard slap of the leather on skin. Making her pay, making the bitch pay.

By the time my arm began to grow tired I must have swung dozens of times. Her flesh was more purple than red and her shrieks and squeals had morphed into groans and moans. Panting, I dropped the belt and ran the tip of it across the scorching flesh. I was rock hard. The pleasure of lashing her, the squeals and moans she made, her writhing body and my total dominance combined as a heady mix.

I let the belt slip from my hand and reached down and ripped the lacey thong off her. It glistened with her moisture as I dropped it on the floor. Lifting up off her, I stood then lowered my cock between her legs. Pinning her hips to the mattress with my hands, I stabbed my rock hardness at her pussy. It glistened with the same wetness as her panties and my cock slipped easily inside. Her pussy was hot and tight, resistance was only slight and the hot moisture drew me in. She groaned like an animal. "Ohhh, fuck, yeah." And her hands slipped under her, between her legs.

I drove into her with long deep strokes, my whole mind absorbed in the pleasure emanating from our vicious coupling. I leaned over her, pinning her down by her shoulders now. Her hips, now unheld, were rocking back to meet mine, her primal instinct free, her guttural moans of pleasure mixing with mine and rising to a fevered panting.

A movement caught my eye. Looking up, I saw a red silk slip and the almost naked form of our friend, standing in the doorway that I had not shut in my fury. She looked scared and amazed. My eyes met hers for a few moments but I continued to angrily and purposefully fuck hard and deep into my wife moaning and writhing below me, gasping and panting in orgasm oblivious to the eyes on her. She broke the stare by backing out and quietly closing the door behind her. How much she had seen I neither knew nor cared.

I pulled my cock out of my wife's clenching, pulsing pussy. I was not ready to cum and I soon would if I kept this up. She whimpered and moaned writhing on the bed below me. I raised myself up behind her and slipped my cock, now slick with her juices, between her buttocks. I pushed into her tight little hole. She panted and moaned but little else. It was tight. I pulled back and plunged back into her pussy, the hot wetness welcoming me and coating me with another layer of slick juice. Pulling out, I replaced my cockhead at her ass and pushed again. This time it was slightly easier and I slipped in a little deeper. I repeated this over and over until my cock slipped easily and deeply into her pretty little asshole accompanied by her whimpers and moans. 

My cockhead was on fire with the hot pleasure coursing through it, long deep strokes thrilling my entire shaft as it repeatedly experienced the tightly gripping muscles of her asshole and the comparative emptiness of her bowels beyond it. I pounded into her over and over, her hands still pressed down between her legs as she moaned and bucked under me. As my pleasure drove me on closer and closer to my own orgasm, every fibre in me thrilling to the intensity, her moans turned to cries and then wails of pure animal lust and pleasure as her body crashed through another huge orgasm. Her total degradation and submission to her animal lust was all it took. My own orgasm tore through me as I reveled in the feeling of total domination. My every focus was the rushing of seed through my cock, my hips driving down into her buttocks, my cock spearing deep into her ass. One fist full of her hair, the other on her hip, both pulling her asshole hard back onto the base of my cock as pulse after pulse of cum spewed out into her depths. Time after time I slammed her ass back into my crotch as my cock pulsed and throbbed its orgasm deep inside her.

Finally, cock still twitching, I pulled myself from her asshole and turned and left for the shower. As I left the room I heard her ass release the pent up pressure in a long loud wet fart, the final degradation.

I soaked in the shower for an age, letting the stream of hot water ease the pressure of the anger. As I calmed down I mulled over the options. I finally decided, my cock growing in my soapy hand, that forgiveness might find a place in me. She was the bride of my dreams after all, our marriage was precious to me and she was my girl. When I had been in the shower so long that the water began to grow cold I got out and toweled myself dry.

Back in the bedroom she was curled up under the covers. Half surprised to see her still there, I got in bed and pulled the duvet over myself. She moved, and tentatively laid her head on my chest. "I promise I will never do anything like that ever again. It was so stupid and I'm so so sorry." I felt a tear hit my skin and I melted, I reached my hand out and stroked her hair. 

We lay like that, drifting closer to sleep for a long while. Finally, in a sleepy murmur, she asked: "Promise, me something though?" I lay still, silent, waiting. "Promise you'll do me like that again sometime." 



Caught



A couple months ago my wife, Jeanette, and I were driving through Nevada from Colorado to visit my mother. Around 8 pm, we decided to quit for the night and stopped at a reasonably inexpensive, but clean motel.

We found it just inside the edge of town...one of those two-story chain motels where the building wraps around the pool at the center.

Being that it was a Monday night, and the parking lot wasn't very full, I figured that we'd probably be able to get a room on the first floor, right next to the parking lot for an easy departure the following morning. I was wrong, however, because we ended up on the second floor, in the center of the building. 

But after driving all day, I wasn't much in the mood to argue.

Jeanette stripped off as soon as we entered the room, tossing her clothes on a chair in the corner, while I changed into shorts and t-shirt. Opening the small ice chest I'd brought for the trip, I popped two wine coolers, and passed one to her.

I sat next to my naked, cross-legged wife on the bed as we sipped our drinks. Jeanette often goes nude around the house at home...granting me a show of her perfect C cups and dark, neatly trimmed bush...something that I appreciate very much.

Handing her second wine cooler, I scooted closer and played with her naked outer thigh, watching her pert, pink nipples stiffen a bit. 

About five minutes later, she smiled, showing me her empty bottle.

"Wow babe," I said opening a third and handing it to her, "you're thirsty tonight huh?" 

My cock twitched, rising in my shorts at the prospect of sex with each empty bottle.

Jeanette is pretty open-minded about most things, but five or six wine coolers, prodded by a little bit of hot foreplay, usually turns my sexy brunette into a cock hungry slut...another fact for which I am profoundly grateful.

Her nipples stiffened into hard nubs, pointing straight out, as I ran my hand over her bare outer thigh, and down to her luscious butt cheek, stopping for a squeeze.

"I want to take a dip," she said out of nowhere, smiling at me.

"A dip?" I asked, disappointed. I wanted to take a dip too, but not in the water.

"You mean, like, in the pool?"

"Yah silly," she laughed, "where else?"

Noticing the way her hot breasts jiggled, my cock swelled harder, straining against the front of my shorts.

"But babe," I protested, "I was hoping for some, well...you know..."

She smiled in return.

"Besides," I went, hoping to convince her, "the pool's closed. Sign says no swimming after 9 p.m."

"Oh, pffft," she said, sticking her tongue out at me. Standing, I watched her sexy, naked form move as she walked to the window and opened the curtain.

"There's nobody out there," she argued, "besides, I don't think they'd really care."

My face fell.

"Tell ya what," she said, smiling at my disappointment, "I'll go naked..."

My heart stopped for a second. Jeanette is a hot woman, and as I said before, she's pretty open-minded, but for as long as I'd known her, she'd never even hinted at the idea of going naked in public before.

"What?" was all I could say.

Grinning devilishly, she fiddled with one nipple, looking down at it, pulling it erect. "I'll go naked," she stated flatly again.

"You mean you'll go naked at the pool?" I repeated still somewhat dumbstruck by her announcement.

"Yup," she smiled.

The thought of seeing my gorgeous wife totally nude outside at the pool was exciting as hell...my cock jumped and pounded at the mental picture.

"Uh...okay." I agreed. What else should I have said?

"But," I went on, adding my own element of excitement to the idea, and to see what she would say, "you have to leave your clothes in the room, and walk down and back totally naked."

Still fiddling with one stiff nipple, she appeared to mull on it a second.

"Fine," she said, with another wicked smile. "I'll leave my clothes here."

With that, I stood up. My hard cock formed a tent at the front of my shorts.

"I see you're ready," Jeanette smiled, eyeing my hard on.

Opening the door, I peered out. Lights burned in a few windows on both floors around the complex. I knew that there was the chance that someone might see her, but that only fueled the excitement of the situation in my mind.

Other than that, there were no signs of life around the darkened swimming pool.

"Okay," I said, smiling at my naked wife, "coast is clear...ready?"

Taking a deep breath, she exhaled, making her sweet naked tits rise and fall.

"Ready," she said.

Grabbing the card key, I opened the door wide, and my wife stepped out, totally nude onto the walkway. I followed, closing the door behind us.

She set off, and I followed a few paces behind her, reveling in the way her dark hair fell to just above her bare ass cheeks. Her naked ass swayed and moved as she walked, teasing my cock into a state of throbbing frenzy.

"God you're hot," I said, almost in a whisper, not wanting to arouse attention.

Turning to look over one bare shoulder, she smiled at me.

We'd gone a few steps when we approached a window with the light on. The curtains were open. 

"Want me to go first?" I offered, thinking of her safety.

Without answering, Jeanette walked on, totally naked, passing in front of the window without flinching.

As I passed the window, I turned my head quickly to see an older man reclining in front of the television. He never looked away, and apparently wasn't even aware that a gorgeous, stark naked woman had just passed him right by.

So far, so good.

The next couple of windows were dark, and we moved along the walkway with the pool below us. 

Stopping in front of a door with the bluish light from a television shining through the window, Jeanette turned....facing it, she rolled her stiff nipples between her forefingers and thumbs, teasing me.

"What the hell are you doing?" I whispered, "you're gonna get caught."

Smiling, she played with her naked tits a moment longer. "You'd like that, wouldn't you...pervert..." she whispered, teasing.

God, she was merciless. My cock was so hard it hurt. 

Turning again, I watched her sway, naked, down the walkway.

At the end of the walkway, where the stairs began, I saw that the lights were on in the end unit, and the curtain was wide open. From our vantage point near where the walkway turned, we could see people, a man and a woman, moving around inside.

"Fuck," I said, "you'll never get by that," thinking the game was over.

Without saying a word, Jeanette dropped to her knees in front of the door, and crawled on all fours under the window.

My heart caught in my throat and my cock pounded in my shorts. Watching my wife crawl completely naked under the window while the people inside were unaware, merely feet from her, was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

With her bare naked ass in the air, and her luscious, exposed tits hanging in front of her, Jeanette moved along silently under the window, reaching the other side without incident.

Standing, she leaned against the wall and smiled proudly at me, snaking a quick hand between her legs to cop a feel at her accomplishment.

"God that was hot," was all I could say.

I wanted her so badly...I wanted to bend her over the railing, totally nude on the walkway and pound her right there...but the game wasn't over yet...in fact, it had just started.

Joining her at the top of the stairs, I passed in front of the window where she's just been. The man and woman both turned their heads in my direction briefly, before returning to their conversation.

Jeanette continued on padding naked down the concrete steps with me behind her.

At the bottom was the glass, side entrance to the front office. Two soda machines stood next to each other against the wall, on the other side of the door in front of the stairs. The pool lay just ahead to our left.

I knew that there had been only one manager on duty when we checked in...and as I was about to peer into the glass door to see if I could spot him, when the door opened suddenly, and he stepped through. 

Thinking quickly, Jeanette stepped towards the soda machines and squeezed her naked body between them, pressing her back against the side of building.

"Good evening," the manager greeted me.

"Hi" I said, moving sideways a bit in front of the first soda machine.

"Lovely evening," the manager said pleasantly.

Digging into my pocket, I fished out a few quarters, pretending that I had come to get a soda.

"Sure is..." I smiled back, politely.

Dropping the change into the machine, I glanced at Jeanette out of the corner of my eye.

Standing naked between the machines, she placed one finger to her lips in a shushing gesture. Her other hand busied itself between her legs, running her fingers lightly over her naked snatch.

I swallowed hard, sweating bullets...my cock ached and begged for release in my shorts.

"You folks traveling through Nevada?" the manager asked, making conversation.

Smiling, I turned my hips slightly and stepped closer to the machine to hide my pounding erection.

"Yah," I said off-handed, "we're headed to Reno to see my mother."

"Oh how nice," he smiled, glued to the spot.

Glancing sideways at my naked wife between the machines, I saw that she had closed her eyes. With one hand, she pulled and tugged at her thick nipples. Grasping one between her fingers, she stretched it out hard. Holding it by the tip, she used it to jiggle her entire, naked breast. Her other hand fingered her clit, rubbing over it lightly.

I was scared to death that she would moan and give us away, but it was getting more difficult to breathe, and tear my eyes off of Jeanette, totally nude between the machines and now beginning to actually masturbate.

"Huh?" I asked, turning to the manager again. I knew he's said something but I didn't catch it.

"Are you heading back this way on the way home...I was wondering," he smiled again, politely.

Remembering the soda machine, I pretended to study the selections...which gave me another opportunity to check on Jeanette.

She now had her back pressed hard into the wall. Standing on the balls of her feet, with her legs spread as wide as space would allow, she used both hands to pull back her swollen pussy lips at me. She stuck her tongue out and winked.

I pushed a button for a soda and waited as the machine clunked.

Nothing happened.

I pushed it again.

Still nothing.

"Oh," the manager said, stepping closer, "sometimes you gotta jiggle these things."

I moved aside to allow him access to the machine, noticing that my wife had edged closer to the opening between the machines, teasing me, daring me to look.

Mere inches from total exposure, she stood at the edge of the gap between the soda machines, and shook her hot, naked tits at me.

"Well, that's okay," I told the manager, my voice cracking a bit, "I've changed my mind anyway."

"No no," he insisted, banging his fist on the machine.

My totally nude wife was seconds from being caught by the manager, as she stood not eight inches from him between the machines, diddling herself.

I was scared to death and excited at the same time....my cock strained, throbbed and poked at the front of my shorts and I longed to stroke it.

Finally, the soda machine clanked, dropping a can of soda into the tray. Reaching over, the manager handed it to me, smiling.

"There," he grinned, "gotta fix that sometime."

"Thanks," I said...knowing the Jeanette was totally nude, rubbing herself inches from me.

"Well, better get back inside I guess," the manager said, turning towards the door, "nice runnin' into ya."

"Likewise," I stumbled, trying to act normal.

No sooner had the door closed, when Jeanette stepped from between the machines.

"Oh god...that was hot!" she said a bit louder than she should have. Grabbing me, she pulled me to her and kissed me, jamming her warm, wet, tongue into my mouth.

"Fuck..." she said into my mouth, "oh god yes..."

Her totally nude body shook from adrenaline and excitement as she pressed her erect nipples into my chest, jamming her wet tongue down my throat.

"Jeanette," I breathed, "we gotta get out of here.."

Ignoring me, my incredible, naked wife, slid her fingers into her pussy, moving them in and out, filling the space around us with the sounds of her wetness.

"Jeezus fuck," she breathed heavily, her glorious, naked tits heaving, "that was so fucking hot...he almost caught me..."

I was torn.

On one hand, here was my hot fucking wife, totally naked in a public place, hotter, wetter, and more turned on than I'd ever seen her...fucking her slopping wet, naked pussy with her fingers. My cock was so hard and swollen; it felt like it was going to burst. I couldn't breathe. I wanted her so badly; I wanted to take her right there on the walkway and pound and maul her naked body out where anyone could catch us not caring if they did.

The other side, the tiny bit of common sense left in my excited brain screamed that we needed to get out of there. 

Pulling me by the arm, Jeanette clamped her warm mouth over mine again, pushing her wet tongue between my teeth, while grabbing at the front of my shorts. 

"Oh god, fuck me..." she moaned into my mouth, sliding her tongue out, and biting down on my bottom lip. Jamming her hand into my shorts, she took hold of my throbbing, swollen member and pulled hard, yanking it, threatening to tear it out by the roots.

I moaned loudly, stuffing a heavy, swollen tit into my mouth, sucking it in, trying to cram it in my mouth all at once. The slurping sounds of my mouth sucking wetly on her bare tit seemed too loud around us, but I no longer cared.

"Jeanette..." I breathed into her ear, struggling for air. Reaching for both of her tits, I mashed them together, flicking my tongue fast over her erect nipples, alternating between them.

My wife gasped, breathing hard, and tore at the waistband of my shorts...freeing my pounding erection as they slid down my knees.

Taking me in her hand, she jacked me quickly, moving her hand up to the head, and back to the base, squeezing and wetting my entire cock with my precum. She pressed my throbbing erection upwards, into my belly, and pulled back down again, stroking me hard....while jamming her tongue in and all over my mouth.

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. All I could see and feel was Jeanette, naked and excited in front of me, kissing me and stroking me. I felt her naked skin with my fingers and my tongue. I could smell her excitement.

Pushing two fingers between her hot legs, I felt her warm, moist, pussy envelop them...her wetness gushed all over my hand, wetting her naked inner thighs.

Spreading her legs wide, she squatted, naked, over my hand, holding on to the soda machine for support, as I fucked my fingers into her sopping, horny cunt, tickling her engorged clitoris with my thumb.

"Oh yah oh god" she moaned, louder this time, "do me, do it right here...make me cum." Fucking downwards onto my fingers, she gyrated, moving her hips back and forth over my hand, squeezing it with her steaming, wet cunt, while pulling hard on my cock with her free hand.

Flipping her around, I bent her over facing the soda machine. Stretching out her arms she placed her hands on the machine, sticking her hot, bare ass high in the air.

"Fuck me....now...here...right here outside..." she breathed heavy, shaking her naked ass at me, swinging her heavy, totally bare tits under her.

Unable to control myself, I grabbed her by her naked waist, and plunged my iron hard cock full long into her hot, wet, cunt...pulling her backwards, driving it deep into her.

"OH FUCK..." she moaned loudly, pushing her ass back onto my cock.

"My god...Jeanette...we could get caught..." I said, trying not to be too loud as I pounded her from behind.

The soda machine rocked slightly with our fucking, making scraping sounds on the pavement.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a car engine, pulling into the parking lot on the other side of the building.

Grabbing a fistful of Jeanette's hair, I yanked her head back, fucking into her faster.

"Oh yah...oh...fuck..." she moaned, riding backwards, shoving her hot cunt onto my steel rod.

I had no idea how late it was, but there were obviously still people checking in. 

From around the corner to our left I heard a group of people walking up the pavement towards the front entrance to the office. They were laughing and talking, unaware that I was fucking my naked Jeanette just around the corner, not ten yards from them.

Bending over, I lay on Jeanette's bare back, and placed a hand over her mouth to stifle her moans. With other hand, I palmed her big, hanging, naked tits, pulling and twisting her swollen nipples, while I rammed her dripping pussy from behind.

The soda machine rocked and creaked on its metal feet, moving slightly away from the wall.

"Jeezus, Jeanette," I said, "there's people in the office."

"I know...oh god...fuck me...I know," she breathed and moaned through my fingers, biting into them, licking them with her tongue, "hurry...make me cum all over your cock...right here..."

The group in the office was checking in, by the sounds of it. I had no idea how much time we had, but I knew it couldn't be long. Reaching under her, I pressed my fingers into my wife's clit, rubbing it hard and fast as I rammed her dripping pussy with my cock. 

"Oh god...yah, rub me..." she said, pressing her bare ass back, fucking my cock.

Pinching and pulling at her clit, I rubbed it, pressing my palm into it while slamming her hot cunt. Suddenly, a low, deep, growl-like sound started from deep inside of her...building, getting louder, as I pinched her clit and slapped at her naked pussy.

Without warning, the lights came on to our right in the unit at the end of the walkway, but nearing orgasm, my naked Jeanette was too far gone to care.

"Imma cum...oh fuck...imma cum all over your cock..." she said, lost in her impending orgasm.

Feeling my own orgasm building in the shaft of my cock, I pounded her for all I was worth.

Suddenly, her naked body stiffened and she came...hard...gushing onto my cock, slickening it with her cum. Grabbing at her pussy, she pinched her clit hard moaning loudly.

"Ohhh...GOD...I'M FUCKING CUMMING!" she nearly yelled in the walkway.

From somewhere above us, I heard a door open and close, accompanied by the sound of two women talking.

"Fuck...Jeanette...I'm gonna cum..." I moaned, fucking her as fast as I could.

Still cumming, she stood up, dropping my cock from her pussy and spun around. Squatting naked in front of me, she pulled on my cock hard and fast, while her fingers flew over her own dripping snatch.

"C'mon baby" she said, breathing hard, fingering herself, jerking on my slick cock "cum for me...cum all over me...cum all over your naked Jeanette..."

As my orgasm threatened, I leaned back my head and moaned loudly.

"Yah, do it...cum on me baby," Jeanette said, looking up at me.

"That's what she said, I swear it Donna," I heard one of the women somewhere above us say...the sounds of their heels clicking on the concrete. They were closer now.

I moaned again as my cock spasmed in Jeanette's hand.

"That's it baby...cum...cum for me..." my wife said. Getting on her knees, she kneeled, totally nude in front of me, turned her face up and swallowed my cock all the way down her throat staring into my eyes.

That's all it took...

I came hard.

Jeanette pulled away, and lifted her heavy, bared breasts with one arm, pushing them together. With her other hand, she jerked on my cock hard and fast, pointing it at her tits, as I sprayed rope after rope of thick, hot, white cum all over them.

Looking up at me again, she ran her tongue over her lips. "Oh yeah, cum baby doll," she said, "cum all over my tits..."




Caught



Every muscle in my body locked tight, as I stood ramrod straight, arms at my side, shorts around my ankles, cumming all over my wife's beautiful, naked breasts in the walkway.

Suddenly, we heard the sound of heels coming down the concrete stairs.

With no time to pull up my shorts, we both dove between the soda machines, pressing together tightly...hardly daring to breathe.

"I'll never do THAT again," one of the women said, reaching the bottom of the stairs. 

"I should say not," the other one answered just as the group of people checking in opened the door, and stepped out onto the walkway.

"They stuck us on the damned second floor," a male voice said.

Unable to help myself, I clamped my mouth over Jeanette's, pressing my tongue into hers, sucking on it, and kneading her bare, sticky breasts with my fingers.

"Wait, I want a soda..." the male voice said.

"C'mon Harold, you can get one later, I just want to get our stuff to the room," a female voice answered him.

We froze between the machines, waiting for what would happen next.

Finally, convinced, the man agreed and the group ascended the stairs. I listened, playing with Jeanette's naked pussy, until we heard the sound of them closing the door behind themselves in their room.

Quickly, we un-wedged ourselves from between the machines, and ran under the steps, across the lawn, to the staircase on the other side of the building with me pulling up my shorts as I went.

Ascending the stairs in a hurry, I pulled out the keycard and let us into our room.

Collapsing on the bed, we laughed ourselves silly, still high from the sex and the adrenaline rush, and the fact that we'd just gotten away with fucking in public.

We fucked again on the bed before drifting off to sleep.

The next morning as I stood at the front desk to check out, the manager smiled at me. Reaching under the desk he pulled out a flash drive and handed it to me.

"You know," he grinned, leaning closer as if to tell me a secret. "There's a camera above the soda machines."

I stood, stunned, staring at the flash drive.

It seems we'd been caught after all.

"Come on back now, okay?" he smiled, as I turned to go.



Caught



She stopped in her tracks as she set her bag down and listened closely. Frowning to herself she strained to hear what the strange groaning noise was then realised Dylan must be home and was probably using his ridiculous weight bench. She rolled her eyes and kicked off her shoes. Why her housemate felt the need to constantly work out was beyond her. He was 6'6" and built like a mountain. The guy might not be particularly muscular or athletic looking but he certainly wasn't a blob. God only knew where this obsession had appeared from. He used to be happy to hang out with a pizza and a movie in the evenings when he wasn't seeing his girlfriend but the last few weeks he'd withdrawn into his muscleman magazines and muttered about carbs and trans fats every time she suggested a lazy night slobbing out with the x-box. That was the few nights he wasn't out with the über bitch.

Ren sighed and unpacked the bits she'd bought into the fridge. It wasn't like she was jealous or anything. She was happy they were friends and had dealt with her crush a long time ago. She jumped at the sound of something cracking and a yelp. Running upstairs she skidded to a halt outside his open door. The cracking noise happened again but this time followed by a very feminine moan. She dragged her eyes from the computer screen where Dylan's gaze was focussed, her gaze landing on her housemates broad shoulders and the sight of his hand stroking slowly up and down. Not injured. Not exercising. Clearly not expecting her to be home. She started to move slowly backwards when she spotted the mirror at the side of the room. As she saw the reflection of his fist slowly pumping his cock she stopped. Glancing at his head to check he hadn't noticed her she looked back at the computer screen to see a porno movie of a woman gagging on a thick cock while she was whipped. Ren felt a rush of heat and pressed her legs together tight, looking back to the mirror and imagining what it would be like to gag on Dylan's cock. 

Rough sex always turned her on and as she watched him roll his foreskin back and play his thumb over his slit, precum shining in the light from the screen she let her hand drop to her crotch. She knew it was risky to watch him like this but she couldn't tear her eyes away. His cock was thick and from what she could see pretty long. She started rubbing her pussy as she felt herself getting more aroused by the sight of him jerking and the cock on screen ramming into the moaning porn stars mouth. Being careful not to move to much and attract attention she slid her hand into her jeans and ran her finger through her lips to play gently with her clit. She knew if he turned round at any time it would be a disaster but all she could thinking about was walking over, spinning his chair round and licking all that tempting precum from his dick before sucking him deep into her mouth. 

She stilled as his free hand went to the mouse, ready to slip back out of sight in the hallway if he showed signs of noticing her, but he simply changed the movie over to another before sliding down in the chair a little and tugging on his balls. She had a clearer view now and could see his shaft curving up toward his belly. All the working out seemed to have reduced the slight beer gut he'd had but she liked a bit of bulk on her men.

Rens eyes flicked back to the screen and the scene was of a girl with her arms tied behind her to a chair being fucked hard. Her legs and butt were lifted up and she had clamps on her nipples. Rens own nipples tightened and she felt a shiver go through her at the thought of being used like that. The idea of being helpless had always appealed to her. She looked back to the mirror and thought she saw Dylan's dark grey eyes looking at her momentarily but he was looking at the screen when she double checked. She held back a sigh of relief as he carried on. If he'd seen her he would have stopped and covered up. Then yelled and moved out most likely.

She carried on watching him stroke his cock as he sped up and started to moan loudly. His hips bucked as the action on screen carried on and she teased her pussy, knowing she couldn't do anything more while standing there. 

'Oh, shit, shit... Shit!' 

She licked her lips as ropes of cum spurted from his cock while his hand flew hard and fast, landing on his chest, stomach then finally dribbling over his hand. Starting to slowly back out, of the room she paused briefly only to watch him rub some of his cum into the sprinkling of hair on his chest and the trail running down from his belly button before he licked his hand. As soon as she knew she was out of sight she padded downstairs and decided to make a noisy re-entrance so she could get to her room and take care of the need that had been building up. 

She shuffled around the kitchen and front room opening and closing the fridge to make it seem like she was just putting things away. 

'Ren? You're home early?' 

She jumped when he walked into the kitchen and leaned in the doorway, feeling ridiculous as she blushed.

'Oh, yeah. I got all my work done so I decided to start the weekend a little earlier.'

He nodded and looked at the bags. 'Been to the shops?'

'Yep, got some stuff for dinner, I'm making myself a curry. There's enough for two?' She was convinced he could see the guilt on her face but he looked as though he didn't have a care in the world. 'Oh, but you'll probably be having something healthier, never mind.' She frowned remembering his recent withdrawal.

He looked at her intently. 'Tell you what, fuck the diet, and no offence but fuck the curry too.' He grinned at her, the first smile she'd seen from him for a few weeks now she thought about it. 'How about I order pizza and we have a DVD night. It's been a while since we've just hung out.'

'Cool, that would be great,' she smiled back, glad he was being more like his old self but partly wishing he'd go for a long run so she could go upstairs and have a marathon masturbation session. The sight of him cumming all over himself and the thought of him treating her like the girl in the video was making her antsy and all she wanted to do right now was settle down with her vibrator and cum until she couldn't stand up. The fact he must have thrown his clothes on over the cum he'd rubbed into his chest just made her wetter. 

'Well I'm gonna grab a quick shower then we can head out and rent something. I'll drive. I feel a bit sticky from working out earlier.' He grimaced and rubbed a hand under his t-shirt, lifting the hem and showing her the still damp hair trail. All she could do was nod as she wondered if he realised the evidence of his orgasm was still visible and that he was flashing it at her.

While he showered she tried to think of anything that would keep her horniness at bay until she could make an excuse to go to bed. Preferably early. Twenty minutes later in his car she was finally managing to look at his face and not see it as it was when she'd watched him earlier. Picking out the movies she pretty much let him decide. They'd normally go for a cheesy comedy, then a horror followed by an action movie so she wasn't jumping at shadows when she went to bed. After living together for 5 years it was easy to get into a routine so she didn't pay much attention to what he picked up while she grabbed some snacks. As she got in the car Dylan paused and dropped the DVDs in the driver seat.

'Hang on, I think if I'm sacking off the diet I might as well have some decent drinks. Wait here while I grab some?'

She nodded back, thinking it would be good to get the old Dylan back. It was such a relief he hadn't seen her earlier, his reaction would be bad enough but dealing with his harpy girlfriend was beyond her tolerance level. She should really just forget about it. He returned quickly with a case of beer and a bottle of sour apple shots. She grimaced and shook her head as she took it and he laughed at her reaction. 

'Yeah, we'll I plan on getting drunk and its your duty to make sure I don't do it alone.'

Once they were back home, she jumped in the shower while he ordered their food, mourning the fact she only really had time it wash away the stickiness that had run down her thighs after soaking her panties before washing her hair. If she took too long he'd only be knocking at the door asking if she'd been sucked down the plughole. 

She dressed quickly in her PJs which were a pac-man t-shirt she'd stolen from him some time ago and a pair of black yoga pants and ran downstairs to settle down under a throw on the sofa, her damp hair spread out behind her. Dylan answered the door when the bell rang and brought the pizza through before he sat next to her, grabbing one side of the throw so he could settle it over his legs. While they watched the movie, laughing at the jokes and mimicking the characters, Ren realised she could never let him know what she saw. Having him as her friend was way too important. He'd move out someday when life moved on but until then she loved having the easy camaraderie with him and the opportunity to curl up next to him on cold nights like this. 

As they laughed and ate, he kept bringing beers through and she was starting to feel a bit tipsy. She couldn't keep up with the amount he drank so she paced herself to get through the evening without falling asleep. At least until they were halfway through movie two and he brought in shot glasses and the evil looking green bottle. 

'Ill be passed out if we hit the shots Dylan!'

'Sorry Ren, has to be done. Can't make a man drink alone remember.' 

He waved the bottle at her so she held the glasses while he poured. They downed them and he laughed again at the disgust on her face at the taste. 

'Kim dumped me.' 

He poured again as she opened her mouth and shook his head at her. 

'Say nothing. Shot!' 

They drank and he continued refilling while Ren turned to face him. 

'Said we had different interests and I needed to grow up. Shot!' 

Ren drank on command. 

'Saw her with a bloke who looked like one of those fuckers on the health magazines. Shot! Looked like a friggin model, all waxed and polished. Shot!' 

Ren kept drinking. Not realising as he refilled her glass he hadn't drank more than 2. 

'You can speak now.'

'That ignorant bitch! That's why all the dieting? Fuck her, you look great as you are and if she wants some plastic arsehole to match her fake ass nails and tits leave her to him. She doesn't deserve you!' 

He smiled at her and lifted an arm round her shoulders when she hugged him, settling her head on his chest.

'Thanks, I've just started to work that out. Should have told you sooner.' 

They settled back to watch the movie, cuddled up on the sofa. She knew not to press him any more. He tended to just come out with what he needed to say in bursts like that and it wasn't worth pissing him off for more information. She felt guiltier than ever about spying on him earlier but pushed it down. As he changed the DVD over and settled her back against him her eyes were blurring while she fought to stay awake. This would be the action film she thought focussing on the screen as the directors logos showed. Moments later her eyes went wide as the same porn starlet from before appeared on her knees in front of a man in combat trousers. Her whole body tensed as she looked up slowly at Dylan and saw his eyes burning down on her. 

'I..... I'm..... You.....'

He shook his head slowly and wrapped his other arm around her. 

'You came into my room. Your rule is that our rooms are off limits right? Just nod.'

She nodded slowly. 

'Instead of apologising and leaving you watched me. Nod if I'm right.' 

She nodded again, tears forming in her eyes. 

'Don't cry. It's not like I snuck into your room and had a wank staring at the back of your head. Not that you seem to think that's wrong do you?' 

'I... I'm sorr....'

'I didn't say to speak.'

She closed her mouth and blinked back the tears that were forming. He reached down the side of the sofa cushions and spun her around face down over the armrest before she could see what he was doing. The moans from the TV were just starting as she felt something being wound around her wrists. 

'Dylan what are you... OW!' 

Her backside burned as he smacked her hard. 

'You really don't get the don't speak thing do you? You were happy enough to stay silent earlier.' 

She felt his weight leave the couch and heard him disappear upstairs for a few moments before she saw a black gym bag drop to the floor next to her. She pulled at the rope on her wrists, earning another smack before she decided it was best to stay still. She was terrified that she'd pushed him over the edge after his break up but to her shame she felt her pussy starting to drip. Dylan's hands appeared in front of her face making her jump. He was dangling a metal ring attached to leather straps in front of her eyes. 

'This should stop you talking.' 

He rolled her over onto her back and pushed the ring into her mouth, forcing it wide open before securing the straps behind her head. She glared up at him as he grinned down at her. It wasn't his usual grin. There was something cold there that she hadn't seen before. She shuddered as he reached down to the bag before grabbing her ankles and wrapping soft leather cuffs around them, which connected together. 

Ren had stopped struggling and just waited for the punishment she felt she deserved. She was surprised when he sighed and lifted her head to sit on the couch, putting her head back down on his lap while he sipped his beer and watched the porn. She waited to see what he would do but he just sat there until, frustrated and uncomfortable, she tried to wriggle away and tugged again at her bonds. He moved suddenly dragging her over his lap with her rear in the air. 

'See, you can't just do what you're meant to. You have to go messing me around and breaking the rules.' 

He started spanking her, pausing every few strokes to rub her butt through her pants. She squealed and yelped at the punishment, squirming in his lap. What if he'd lost it? What if he really hurt her? She felt guilty and knew shed been wrong but he'd definitely move out after this. He was seriously pissed and she didn't think she'd be able to look him in the face. 

She groaned at the burn in her backside as he stopped and rubbed circles over her cheeks, breathing hard and wondering if he'd let her go now. She struggled again as she felt him lift her slightly and yank down her pants revealing her bare butt. She tried to speak but only succeeded in drooling around the ring in her mouth. 

His hand smacked twice against her butt again and he leaned over her and reached into his bag. She cried out as she felt fire spreading across her cheeks. He laughed and waved a wooden paddle in front of her face before raining down ten more blows, separated by gentle pats and rubbing her bottom. As he continued her yells turned to moans, she knew this was his punishment but she couldn't seem to help feeling turned on by his attention to her butt. 

'Good girl, you took that pretty well,' he said rubbing lazily over her cheeks and down the backs of her thighs. 

'I think you were starting to enjoy that.' 

His voice lowered to a whisper and she shuddered as she felt the lingering sting and his breath on her ear. His hand slid down and around her inner thigh before travelling slowly back up between her legs. She moaned as the side of his hand hit the edge of her lips and stilled. 

'Certainly feels like you enjoyed it!' 

He slid his fingers along the wetness pooling there and she moaned, pushing back against his hand and he pulled it away slightly, not letting her get any pressure. She whimpered, staying still as possible. She was not sure what he wanted now, but desperate for anything he'd be willing to give her. 

'Very good girl, I think you deserve a bit of a reward for learning to do as you're told.' 

He thrust two fingers into her hard, pumping them in and out as she moaned and bucked, trying desperately to stop herself dribbling everywhere while electricity shot through her body. He groaned at the sight of her humping his hand and withdrew it quickly, chuckling as she whimpered.

'Dont worry, you'll get more. Just behave and I'll make sure you get what you need.'

She nodded and he lifted her up, sitting her so she was on his lap facing away from him. He reached around her to unhook the cuffs on her ankles, leaving them on but separated. He flicked her pants the rest of the way down and dropped them, spreading her legs so that they bracketed his. 

He ran his hands from her knees upwards, stopping just before he reached her pussy. He licked and nibbled her neck just below her ear and she moaned and leaned into him, her bound hands grabbing his shirt for stability. His hands ran around to her sides, lifting her top as he stroked up her ribs. She arched her back trying to twist so his fingers went round to her breasts.

'Patience baby, patience.' 

He bit hard on her ear lobe earning another moan. He pulled her top over her head at the front and down her arms at her back, letting it pool over the bindings. One hand went to her stomach to hold her tight against him as the other gently circled one nipple. She whimpered and squirmed as he toyed with her, sucking at her neck and groaning when she managed to grind against his erection. She felt a rush of moisture at the sound and set up a slow rhythm of his groans to match hers by grinding rhythmically against him, forgetting all about her guilt and focussing on enjoying what Dylan was doing to her. 

The hand on her stomach slid down and pinched at her clit dragging a gasp from her before he pushed two fingers deep inside her and pressed his thumb down on her clit. He fucked her hard and fast with one hand as the other moved more firmly between her nipples, plucking and twisting until she came hard, crying out and shuddering as her juices flowed onto his lap. He bit again on her neck petting her gently as she gasped for breath.

Ren leaned her head back on his shoulder and nuzzled him as he pulled her around to sit sideways and wrapped his arms around her.

'Very good girl. You're very good for cumming so hard. I'm sorry if I scared you before.' 

She flexed her fingers wishing she could get to the bulge digging into her rear end, still desperate for more. He reached round to her hands to start undoing the knots and stopped with a groan as she ground down hard on his cock. 

'Well as you caused it I suppose you should take care of it before I untie you.' 

She nodded and he grinned warmly at her as she slid to the floor in front of him carefully, trying not to fall over. He steadied her and she blushed as he rubbed the spit from her chin before pulling his pants off. She watched as his erection slapped against his stomach when he settled back with legs spread. 

'You know there's a reason there's a hole in that gag, don't you?' 

She gurgled a laugh as he pointed his cock towards her face. She leaned forward and licked his cock, running her tongue around the head and moaning at the taste of the precum dripping out. He took hold of her hair and pushed her further down onto him, thrusting a few times and pausing deep in her mouth as she gagged, drool running out of the ring around his cock. 

'Will you be a good little cocksucker if I take the gag off? No talking remember, I'm still pissed at you.' 

She nodded as she swallowed and slurped desperately around his cock, feeling herself dripping at the sound of his moans and the tangy taste of his precum spreading around her mouth. He thrust a few more times before pulling out and undoing the buckle at the back of her head, rubbing her jaw as she gulped. 

She licked her lips and sucked him back into her mouth, flicking her tongue over him and bobbing up and down. He hissed in a breath at the intense assault, fisting his hands in her hair and moaning. 




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'Such a good slut, if I'd known you could suck cock this well I'd have been fucking your face for years.' 

She moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him groan again, before pulling off to suck gently on his sack while she caught her breath. After the helplessness of her spanking and that amazing orgasm she felt powerful watching his hips buck and hearing the moans she was bringing from him. 

As she licked her way back up his cock, enjoying the taste of his hot flesh, he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back. She whimpered again and squirmed, wondering if she'd upset him somehow. She looked up at him as he stood, both fearing and hoping for another spanking. Instead he pulled her to her feet and walked her to the side of the sofa before pushing her down so her butt was sticking up in the air and her face was pressed into the pillows. 

She let out a huff of air as he grabbed her hair and pulled her head up, kicking her feet apart so she was spread open for him to see. He knelt behind her and licked slowly from her clit upwards, pushing his tongue briefly inside her. She bit her lip hard to stop herself begging for more, waiting as he stayed with his face inches for her dripping pussy, feeling every breath he took against the sensitive skin. 

He stood suddenly, making her whimper at the lost sensation. 

'Sorry baby, I'd love to spend more time tasting you, but you've been such a good little slut I don't think Id last long enough to give you something else I'm sure you'll enjoy.' 

He patted her on the butt then grabbed hold of her hips and rammed his cock hard into her clenching pussy, holding himself deep and rolling his hips as she swore. She realised her mistake and shut her mouth, the sudden stretching of her pussy part pain, part pleasure as she gasped for breath. He continued rolling his hips slightly, building the tension in her as she wished he'd just keep going. She was so close and the combination of her nipples rubbing against the sofa and his cock hitting all the right places was driving her mad. She gradually started to hump back against him and he withdrew holding himself at her entrance teasingly. 

'Do you know what you did wrong?' 

Ren nodded, wishing she'd been able to keep her mouth shut, but the shock of him forcing his way into her had been too much. 

'Did I hurt you?' He asked gently. 

She shook her head slowly, torn between not wanting him to stop and not wanting to lie. 

'You can speak now. Did I hurt you?' 

He pressed jut the head of his cock back into her and she moaned as she clenched around him, making him groan in response. 

'A... A little bit but please don't stop, please fuck me,' she begged trying to push back onto him as he held her hips steady.

'Good girl.' 

He slid into her torturously slowly and reached under her to tease her clit as he gently fucked her. He kept his pace slow and steady as she whimpered, wishing he'd move faster. His other hand left her hip and she felt him untying her hands. She hesitantly brought her hands in front of her and rubbed her wrists, unsure of what his reaction would be. 

He pulled her body up and brought her face to his, kissing her slowly as she twisted her neck to reach him. Suddenly he rammed into her hard, just once as he bit down on her lip. She shuddered and clenched around his cock, on the verge of cumming as he teased around her clit, not quite touching it.

'Make as much noise as you like now baby. I've forgiven you.' 

He smiled at her as he pulled out and moved her so she lay on her back, settling between her legs and finally fucking her the way she wanted. 

She cried out as she rocked against him, pulling his face down to hers to kiss him hard. As he thrust into her, his breathing shallow, she buried her face in his neck, biting his shoulder as she got closer again. His thrusts became faster still and slightly erratic as she moaned his name into his neck between kisses and bites.

'Cum for me Ren, be a good girl, I wanna feel you cum baby,' he breathed. 

He pounded into her as she sobbed out his name and came hard around him, squeezing his cock inside her so he swore and thrust in for the last time. She felt him pumping his cum deep inside her as he shoved himself into her and held himself still, his face the same as when she'd watched him that afternoon. 

She wrapped her legs around him as he kissed her gently and tried to pull out, burying her face in his neck. He rolled her on top of him instead and stroked her back as she sniffed back tears of relief that instead of driving him away, her spying had driven him straight where she'd always hoped he'd end up. 

'Ren? What's wrong?' 

He stroked her tangled hair back and looked down at her as tears trickled down onto his chest.

'I thought you'd leave and you'd hate me forever,' she sniffed, trying to look away. 

He laughed and wiped her face dry. 

'No fear of that. I'm not going anywhere. Do you know how often I've wondered about us? When I switched the porn over it was to see your reaction. If you'd run a mile. When you kept right on playing with yourself, it was you that made me cum, not the video.' 

He kissed her again and lifted her as he stood. 

'Now the important question is whose got a better bed?' 



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Caught: A Totally Ruined Afternoon



It only took a couple seconds, two or three seconds tops, for me to realize my ankles and arms were harshly secured to a sturdy wooden chair. 

I must have been out cold. My head had a hearty ache, and I was feeling a bit dizzy.

When I came too I was totally disoriented, but it only took those two or three seconds to realize I was tied up. I could see the rope tying my wrists to each side, and when I attempted to move my legs I realized they must have been bound in a similar way. Something was clogging in my mouth, and the soft fabric was held secure by tape. 

Panic hit me. 

It took a little bit longer to realize where I was, and much more to find out what was going on. There was loud music, probably from a radio, in the background. I couldn't see the whole room, but soon I understood where I was. When I maneuvered my arm around I saw it was 1:54 on my watch, and from the light coming in from between the shades it was clearly daylight.

I had been out of it for about an hour. I mean, it couldn't have been 25 hours, right?

Never in my wildest dreams would I have found myself in this position. My head was ringing, my arms and legs hurt. I was naked with a good view of a wall with a ten buck painting on it for decoration. Funny, hadn't noticed it earlier.

It wasn't supposed to be like this, obviously. Who wants to be tied up in a hotel room? But I was. I think I knew why, I mean, I was guessing but the details were slowly coming back to me. 

For the last several weeks I'd been flirting with Cindy in Accounting. Over the past two years I'd known the 23-year old as Syndi, Cindi and Cyn, but more recently she was simply Cindy. While we worked in different departments we ran into each other a lot. After meetings, in the hallway, by the water cooler we shared stories and later lunch and even later a few times drinks with others from work. She was cute, but in her own way. By that I mean she wasn't a dazzling beauty, but she was pretty, and had a wonderful smile and a great laugh.

I knew her as a smart blonde, a woman with intelligence and beauty to match. Totally contrary to the dumb blonde stereotype displayed in movies and television shows. She'd dated a couple guys from the office, at least that's what I'd been told. She admitted that to me over lunch one day, in a matter of fact way saying she was cutting her current relationship short. The guy just didn't "do it" for her. "He thinks of himself, he's a thirty four and a half guy."

I had no idea what she meant, but then it came to me. Half of sixty nine! He liked blow jobs yet wasn't a return the favor, giving kind of guy.

A week after that revelation I asked her to a movie, and with a little schedule changing we agreed on a Saturday matinee. Along the way she spoke about her ill mother, and how a lot of her time was spent taking care of dear old mom. We met that day midway between our apartments, making it easy for either of us to leave after.

What was interesting was that after the movie we had a light dinner, and on the way to her car, she asked me to pull into a local park. During the day there was a lot of activity there but in the evening nobody around.

Once parked, we made small talk for a little bit before she moved over and kissed me. That kiss turned into a real make out session. Soon I was fondling her breasts through some flimsy fabric while hers ultimately made their way into my pants. 

Her hands were simply incredible, as she slowly jerked me off and brought back memories of high school make out sessions back in the day in similar desolated places. We made out for a few minutes, building up to a blazing crescendo of feelings. 

"Let me know when you are going to cum," said Cindy, sensing it wouldn't be long. Guess she could tell from all my writhing around and moaning that the time was getting close to a manly eruption.

Her hand moved like silk on my cock, stroking me while she kissed my neck and lips. It was an incredible feeling, and soon I couldn't wait. "I'm gonna cum, oh Cindy, I'm gonna cum!"

Quickly her head went from my neck to my cock, just as I unleashed several volleys of pent up man sauce. It was a totally unexpected blow job, I was thinking I'd be lucky to get brought off by her hand, but she went into a lip lock on my dick and sucked hard as I came. It had been months since my dick had been sucked, and I missed the sensations of a warm, wet mouth bathing me in glorious fashion. She was amazing, seemingly savoring every drop and making a production of it.

When I dropped her off a half hour later at her car, she asked me to keep our little escapade to ourselves, that it wasn't good to have a work relationship where people talked. But she did promise that we'd get together again.

That date happened the following Wednesday, when we met for drinks at a small establishment far enough from work to evade prying eyes yet close enough to head home without a major commute. I liked the way she was up on sports, while she liked our conversation about politics and travel. 

In the days leading up to our date I wondered if there would be a late night repeat of our first meeting. I hoped that we'd do some nasty things, but wasn't really counting on it because of the way she seemed a little aloof in the days since we first got together. 

But this night was an instant replay of our first date. We had a nice meal, spent time afterward nursing a drink and talking about this and that before she said she had to be leaving. Again, I started to drive her to her car when she directed me into our familiar car parking spot. My dick hardened with the thought and I was totally turned on by the time my lights were out. 

We made out for a few minutes, but she reminded me time was of the essence. With that she unzipped my pants and gently pulled out my throbbing cock. Within seconds she was jerking me off, but soon followed with a lowering of her mouth and the sucking began. She had a great way of blowing me, knowing what I liked (moans are a great director) and didn't. 

Soon she was jerking me off with her right hand while she left steadied herself in the front seat. I fondled her ass, lifting her skirt so I could touch her panties and treasures underneath.

Her mouth made its way up and down my dick, concentrating on the top third. Every once in a while she'd just suck the lip, then alternate licks with sucks. And, like our first time parking, I soon started to explode in her mouth. I had no willpower, her mouth sucked the cum out of me. 

Cindy was a swallower, and on both occasions she swallowed all but the little bit of cum that somehow escaped her lips. After the blow job she finished with a flourish, moving up to the passenger seat and wiping her mouth and cheeks with the back of her blouse sleeve. I found that so very sexy.

Over the next week we'd joke during the day and I begged for another date. She always had this or that to do. Now, tied to the chair, I knew why. 

Finally she gave in and we made a date to meet at a small No Tell Motel in a town about 10 miles from ours. I thought the secrecy was a little over the top at the time, but wasn't about to complain about the arrangement. She told me to bring some rubbers, as she wasn't on the pill for some medical reason, which turned me on totally because I knew I'd be banging that pretty girl on Saturday.

I skipped breakfast, but did throw down a bagel and large cup of java before meeting Cindy at the pre-arranged location. She said we had the entire afternoon, but she had to be back at her mom's house by six and couldn't be late. That gave us plenty of time to "get comfortable and really get to know each other," as she delicately said as we drove to the motel.

Along the way we each spent time stroking each others legs. For the last part of the trip I held her close with her seat belt looped over her shoulder...wondering if we were pulled over if it would count as being buckled. 

Just after 12:30 we arrived and I paid the $35 buck "afternoon special" for a room in the back of the building. If the room was anything like the office, it would be Spartan as there wasn't much there beside an old cash register, a clock that wasn't working and several semi-filled cups with something smelling like coffee. 

The greasy-looking front desk clerk smiled a knowing smile at me when I jotted down Mr. and Mrs. Smith, and I had to stammer something about my "wife" needing to rest for a while. Actually, the front desk guy suggested the back room because it would be quiet back there.

He handed me a glass of ice tea to sip on while he completed the required paperwork. I'm glad I didn't have to show identification, because I wasn't sure how to explain the difference between Smith and the name on my license. 

Soon Cindy and I made our way to the small but relatively clean room, and as soon as we were inside clothes started flying and lips were kissing anything that moved. Leaving her skirt on, I quickly pulled off her red lace panties while she was shucking her blouse and soft black bra. 

I wondered how many times she had been to a room like this for a little afternoon delight, remembering a few trips of my own. Low rent, low amenities, but lots of room for the main attraction. When you are there for sex, you don't need a mini-bar or scented shampoo.

We played with each other for a bit, and I paid special attention to her pussy...first with my fingers followed closely by my mouth. What a tasty snatch she had, and I loved feeling the thatch above with my nose. She was trimmed a little, but there was still enough hair to show a landing strip that beckoned me like a landing beacon.

Along the way she asked if I "liked 69," and upon my nod she flipped around and buried her head between my legs as I did the same between hers. 

We licked and sucked for a while before the girl, who must have been a movie director in another life, said she wanted me to fuck her. Actually, what she panted was, "You gotta fuck me, get a rubber on an fuck me hard."

What a woman wants, she gets. 

I felt like a teenager again, fumbling with the sheath that would guard her womb from my potent sauce. At first I dropped the rubber, but quickly rebounded and started to conquer the pressure. Rubber on, I pushed her down on the bed.

"So, you wanna get fucked, huh? How much do you want it?" I asked with a chuckle, rubbing my dick up and down her naturally lubricated snatch. 

She looked so pretty there, skirt up, legs wide open, and topping it all off with a big smile. 

"Oh, I need you to fuck me, you bastard. Stop teasing me, fuck me."

Okay, I get it. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. After little fanfare I slipped my dick up and down her slit before filling her hot wet treasure box with one steady push. For a bit I laid there, luxuriating in the warm sensation of her pussy. Then I began to slowly move in and out of her beckoning hole.

For a couple minutes it was marvelous. Somewhere between excitement and ecxstacy the movement was derailed. That's when the panic began. 

I was positioned deep inside her pussy, holding her ass in both my hands. Our mouths were glued together. Her hands were on my back. I started rutting her, slowly at first but increasing the movements while kissing her neck. 

All at once I began to feel dizzy. Sleepy. Disoriented. That was all I remembered before the lights went off in my brain.

When my brain turned back on I realized I was bound to a sturdy wooden chair.

I heard some whimpering from behind me in the corner and asked who was there but words never escaped. My words were muffled by the wad of cloth in my mouth.

Even if someone heard me grunt, there was no answer. 

I tried to look around, but couldn't see the source, which was now into crying mode. 

The crying was louder, and soon I heard a sobbing "sorry Rob." It was Cindy. 

My mind screamed "What's going on? What the hell happened? Are you alright?" but all I heard was more crying. 

Then I heard Cindy drop a bombshell. 

"It's my husband, he's a crazy man. I must have left some clues. He caught us. Something happened to you when we were making love and the next thing I know he came into the room. You must have been drugged."

I remembered the clerk's devious smile and the ice tea. It had to be drugged. 

All of a sudden it was my turn to groan loudly. Husband! What husband? Caught? 

The crying turned into a river. The girl babbled something incoherent, and the crying got louder.

"How are you two lovebirds doing?" came a calm, calculated voice from the doorway. "Is everyone nice and comfy here? Well, are we?" 

There was some shuffling around before the voice barked out a command. "Shut the fuck up, Cindy. You're a fucking whore. And you, asshole, you are a dead man. You will pay big-time for fucking with me, fucking my wife."

Oh my God. What had I gotten myself into? 

The guy walked in front of me and briskly pulled off the tape. "Do you like my wife's panties? Well, do you punk?" 

He pulled the silky undies out of my mouth. "You are disgusting, fucking another man's wife. It's always the same. You flirt, you fuck around, you never think you will get caught. Well, I caught you two right in the act. You are a pathetic limp dick loser."

I stammered something and the guy again told me to shut up. I begged to be let go, but it wasn't to be. 

It was quiet, and I didn't want to egg him on. He had all the cards, and my mind worked overtime at thinking of a way to get out of the mess I'd gotten into. 

"You two like to fuck? Good. Your wish is my command," said the deep voice. "Hey guys, come on in. Say hi to Cindy the Slut and her boyfriend. She fucks anyone with a cock. This asshole was fucking her a bit ago, why don't you take a turn with the whore. You'll touch places in her that limp dick here can't."

There was laughter and commotion behind me as I heard several feet shuffling into the room. 

"Let me go, I promise, I won't call the cops. I didn't know..."

This time he scared me with his look. "Shut up hotshot. Shut up," said the man, laughing with the other guys. He turned his attention to his frightened wife.

"Want some dick, Cindy? You love it." said the harsh voice. "Now, suck his cock."

Apparently her husband's friend moved into position. It didn't sound loving.

There was movement then I heard distinct sucking sounds. I could hear her gasp for air as the guy must have been fucking her mouth without a bit of concern for her. I heard the sucking, I heard him calling her names, and I listened as he said he was going to cum in her pussy and not her mouth.

"Put on a rubber," pleaded Cindy.

"Forgetaboutit," said her husband, directing the friend to bang his naughty wife. "Take his cock raw. Your lover used a rubber, but you are a true slut and need hot bare cock."

The guy had no problem with the direction. 

'Yea, right, I'm going in you bareback. He had a rubber, but take this...Oh yea, what a slut," said the guy, obviously fucking the girl. "You are a tight bitch but you won't be for long. I'm gonna fuck you good and hard and leave some real strong baby batter in you."

That brought laughter from the other guys in the room, including her perverted husband.

The guy kept balling her, but not for long. I heard the desk squeak and the girl squeal, and knew what was happening. The moaning got louder and the movements more noisy. I heard the guy grunt and groan. He must have cum, because soon I heard him demanding more. "Kiss my dick, slut, clean it off. Don't want my wife to know where Mr. Happy has been, now do we?"

I heard the sucking and wondered what was next?

As if I didn't know. There was movement and soon number one was replaced by guy number two, and the event replayed itself just yards behind me. Again, she sucked on cock for a while before the new guy flipped around and began banging her. That continued for a few minutes, before the second guy shot his wad.

What was different was that Cindy was enjoying the action. She actually told the guys she loved it. Maybe she was play acting, but she was egging the guy on, telling him to "fuck her hard."

I wanted to do something, but bound as I was there wasn't anything to do. They moved the chair around just a little and I was appalled at what I saw. Like me, Cindy was secured over another small desk. She was naked, legs spread, and she was bent over the desk offering up her snatch to anyone who sauntered behind her. 

Two guys had their way with her, could there be more?

My mind was jumbled. She was married? Why hadn't she said anything? What was going on? Who were these guys? Was one really her husband?

"Honey, please, no more, no more. I'm so sorry. He made me do it," Cindy lied. "I didn't want to. I've done your friends. Just like you said to do. Now let me go."

The voice behind me laughed. "Once a whore, always a whore. I told you if I caught you fucking again you'd get it bad, and guess what? You win. You were a willing participant."

Cindy's husband moved behind Cindy and spared the pleasantries and merely buried his cock up her sloppy cum-filled snatch. He began fucking the girl while spanking her ass, bringing cries from the girl who just a couple hours ago was making love to me.

"Hey look, housebreaker here's got a hard on." 

I guess I did. I mean, it was so erotic watching Cindy get laid, and it especially took some of the pain away from my head. Her husband was banging her like no tomorrow and with absolutely no regard for how she felt. He was fucking her hard and fast. I imagined it was nothing but hurt for her, but so very erotic for the guys. Soon came the cum outburst, and like the others once spent he moved around front of her for a cock cleaning. 

She appeared to love having the cock in her mouth and she cleaned it off with passion and flair.

No matter how I tried, I couldn't get loose from the bindings. Of course I wondered what I could do if I did. My head was sent spinning from time to time and there was a big pain in my gut. 

"What's your name, fuckhead?" said hubby, apparently to me. "Tell me, I ain't got all night."

"Rob."

"Oh, the fucker she works with? I saw it in her diary, she said you were a nice guy. You've been after her for weeks. Well, now you have her. What a slut, huh?" laughed the husband from hell. "Cynthia, I'm gonna take off these ropes and you're gonna do what I say, right?"

The girl mumbled yes, but after her husband used his belt on her ass several times she answered again, this time with a loud, "Yes, of course, darling."

Her husband talked while unhooking the restraints. "You know I work real hard, real hard, to provide for you, and I give you anything you want. And this is how you repay me? By fucking this asshole? And any other jackass you meet?"

The woman started crying again.

"What a fucking slut....so you two like to get it on? Well, I think you don't looked turned on, Cindy, I really don't. Maybe loverboy can help."

The jerk pushed his wife in front of me and demanded I kiss her. It was awful. I tasted cum. It got worse when he told me to lick her out.

I declined...until he balled up his fist and reminded me what would happen if I didn't comply with his wishes. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and licked Cindy's snatch like it was a lollypop.

It was awful, a pussy full of cum and I was licking it. How humiliating was that, but considering the alternatives I hoped my little humiliation would be enough to get me out of this mess. It wasn't.

It wasn't on top of my to-do list, but apparently I had been doing a good job as Cindy soon cried out that she was cumming. That wasn't the end of the experience, though. 

Soon the guy ordered Cindy to turn around and spread her cheeks, and I began licking her ass like I had her pussy. I choked a couple times, bringing laughter from the onlookers. 




Caught: A Totally Ruined Afternoon



"Looks as if he is an asslicker!" said one of the guys after I'd spent a minute or two on Cindy's nasty hole. 

Cindy was replaced by her husband, and I licked his ass as well before he turned around and told me to suck his dick. Seriously. 

"You have got to be kidding," I stammered. 

"Look, asshole, do it or else face the consequences. You aren't in a bargaining state here, you know."

"I'll call the cops, you'll be locked up," was my halfhearted reply.

The laughter filled the room.

"We are the cops, asshole! Now suck," demanded Cindy's husband. "You fucked my wife. I'm fucking your mouth, fuckhead. Get on with it."

My attempt at screaming was muffled by the cock in my mouth, and nothing I could do soothed the pain and humiliation. It wasn't easy, I had no idea what I was doing. His cock was big, and he enjoyed taking my mouth. He had already shot a load, so this wasn't going to be quick. I kept thinking nice thoughts that attempted to make me thing of anything except what I was doing. Soon cum was spurting into my mouth. 

"Tasty, huh" said the husband as I cleaned him off. Then he put the panties back in my mouth. I had to admit it, but it had actually been a very hot scenario. Not one I would have planned for myself, but to be ordered around and made to do such nasty things to the man and his wife was a big, big turnon.

And if it got me out of this mess then it was worth it. 

With that they left the room and closed the door. I did everything I could to break loose from the bindings, but it wasn't to be. I breathed a sign of relief when I heard someone at the door. 

"Are you alright in there, Mr. Smith," said the man who had earlier checked me in to the motel. "Checkout time was an hour ago. You have to be going or I need another 20 bucks."

He entered the room, removed the tape and panties. 

"Help me," was all I could muster. "I'm begging you." 

There was some laughter. He said something like he didn't believe it when he opened the door.

"They told me you were in here, and in a, well, bind," said the man, laughing. "Guess you really are. Uh, what's this?"

The man looked at several photos on the nightstand. He showed them to me. I was licking a cum-filled pussy, I was sucking cock."

"You're a kinky guy, Mr. Smith."

"Let me go!"

"They told me you would suck my cock, and if you did I was to unhook all these ropes. If not...well, I guess I'm supposed to first call the newspaper and then call the cops and have them find you this way."

"Oh no," I groaned. "Anything but those bastards."

The man moved in front of me and unzipped his fly.

I knew what he wanted, and I was happy, very happy to oblige him.



Caught After Class



Catherine tossed her schoolbag onto her desk and rolled her shoulders. Resenting the load the public school imposed upon her even in senior year, she decided that the homework her teachers deemed 'necessary' could rot.

She smiled, knowing what her friend would think of such rebellious thoughts. "Where was he today," she asked herself as she stood before her vanity mirror and lifted the hem of her clinging black jumper over her head. Tossing the jumper onto the bed, she reached behind her and unclasped the white cotton bra mandated by the school as part of the uniform.

"Could he have been in detention again," Catherine thought as she cupped her soft white breasts and gently massaged them. Stepping out of her knee-length pleated skirt, she sat at the vanity and began to peel away the white pantyhose that the school also mandated.

Tossing the hateful undergarment onto the floor, Catherine stretched out on her bed. The autumn breeze through the window fluttered the curtains while caressing her bare back, and Catherine felt her nipples harden. She shifted against the soft quilt, and sighed as her nipples dragged against the fabric. She felt just a hint of musk in the air.

Knowing that thinking of her friend was arousing her, she turned onto her back. As she caressed her breasts she imagined his hands upon them. She imagined him playing her as he played his violin, his stormy blue eyes burning into her own as he explored her body for the very first time. "I hope he's still a virgin," Catherine sighed as her lush thighs parted; whenever she read of sex or saw sex depicted in film, she would imagine that she was the woman and her friend the man.

"I'm eighteen," she thought," and he just turned eighteen last week. We're both old enough, and I'm tired of waiting." As her fingers parted the soft caramel petals of her sex she moaned and wished that Matthew would notice her desire for him. Heat shook her body as her fingertips brushed against her clitoris.

Forcing herself to stop, she breathed deeply and said to herself, "Maybe Matthew's home now. I should go see him. Maybe he'll want what I want tonight. Then again, it'd be nice just to watch him."

Remembering his face, which seemed irresistibly erotic when he was bent upon a task, Catherine retrieved a pair of lace-topped black silk stockings from her drawer. Rolling them on, she imagined Matthew's lips upon them. Since all she had were ugly cotton panties, she did without as she slipped into her skirt. Likewise, she allowed her breasts to bob freely beneath the clinging wool of her sweater rather than endure the harsh cotton of one of her bras.

Sitting before her vanity again, she spread her thighs wide. Remembering that he had come to visit not five minutes after she had finished pleasuring herself, she knew that Matthew loved the scent of her sex, though he thought it was perfume. She slipped two fingers deep into her well and drew them out again. Treating her essence like perfume, she dabbed a bit behind her ears before licking her fingers clean.

Strapping on her high-heeled ankle boots, she strode from her empty house, locking the door behind her, and and crossed the quiet street. Her heels clicked against the asphalt before digging little pits in the grass as she found her way to the back door of Matthew's house.

Raising her voice as she closed the door behind her, she called his name. When she received no response, not even the soft drumbeat of his feet rushing down the stairs, she decided to go to his room. Turning to the ginger tabby sunning itself on the kitchen counter, she said, "Hey, Tabasco, I wonder what Matthew would think if he found me naked in his bed?" The cat purred in response, stretching out his forepaws, and Catherine smiled: "My thoughts exactly."

She stopped outside the door to Matthew's bedroom, which was slightly ajar. She could hear what sounded to her like the pulsing crunch of an Iced Earth album coming from a stereo turned down low. Crouching close to the door, she heard a wet and rhythmic sliding sound that reminded her of her fingers sliding in and out of her core when she pleasured herself late at night. Listening closely as her body throbbed, she heard soft panting, and then a whimper. The panting continued, followed by a low moan: "Oh, Catherine..."

"He moaned my name," Catherine thought as she forced her legs to support her. She slowly pushed open the door and stepped into Matthew's room. Closing the door behind her, she leaned against it. She could smell clean sweat mixed with vanilla and another scent. Taking a step into the room, she saw her friend nude upon his narrow bed. His long hair lay in a rich golden mess upon his pillow as he panted through parted lips.

She had kissed his mouth just once, on New Year's Eve. It was but a brief brush of lips beneath a sprig of mistletoe, but Catherine wanted to feel Matthew's full coral lips on hers before they set out to explore her body.

And when he was done, Catherine wanted inside her the very thing he was stroking. The swollen penis in his right hand transfixed her gaze, rooting her to the spot. She had never seen a man's penis before, and she could feel her nectar trickle down one stockinged thigh as she shivered in her need to possess both the penis before her and the man who bore an organ perfectly proportioned to the rest of his slim white body beneath snug bluejeans and linen shirts.

She slid to her knees beside his bed, her eyes still locked upon the swollen red tip of Matthew's penis. Her hand slipped between her parted thighs and found her clitoris, and as she circled her bud she let her other hand rest upon his thigh. She kneaded his flesh, feeling the muscle built by years of cycling.

Catherine matched her pace to his as he stroked himself, and sighed when he finally arched his back. A small twinge of impending climax rocked her womb, and her mouth went dry as she watched him throw his head back and let a soft cry flee his lips as his entire body began to shudder. She licked her parched lips as she watched him come; she wanted to taste the cream that erupted from the tip of his penis with each shudder that rocked his body.

As he slowly opened his eyes, Catherine pressed a fingertip moistened with her nectar to his lips. "Relax," she whispered, "What I saw was beautiful."

She sighed as she watched him lick his dry lips and taste a trace of her.

As she sat on the edge of his bed, she made no effort to cross her legs. "I heard you moan my name," Catherine said.

Blushing, he whispered, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what," Catherine smiled as she drew closer to him. "Sorry for masturbating? I do it too. Sorry for thinking of me when you pleasure yourself? I think of you when I please myself."

She smiled as Matthew swallowed hard and gasped, "What?"

"Yes, I've wanted you for years. Since I was thirteen, actually," Catherine said, her voice soft, as she pressed her lips to his and slipped a hand into his hair.

Hearing Matthew whimper against her lips further sharpened Catherine's hunger. She pressed her kiss harder against his lips, and darted her tongue past his lips as they opened. As their tongues met, Matthew let his hands slip down to her waist.

She shivered as his fingers brushed over the small of her back; his fingertips felt like velvet against her skin. As he caressed her, she trailed kisses from his mouth to his ear. She smiled with his earlobe caught between her lips as he moaned at sensation of his earlobe being sucked and nibbled.

"You can do anything you want," he whispered as he slipped a hand into her hair.

Catherine shivered. He had never sounded so vulnerable to her. "Do you know what you're saying," she whispered.

"Yes. I know what I said, and I meant it." His lips found hers, and she shivered as she felt his tongue slip into her mouth for the first time. Holding him tightly, she let him explore her as she had explored him. Feeling him grow long and hard against her thigh as she gently sucked his tongue, she shifted so that his shaft could glide against her lust-slickened labia.

They shivered together at the contact, and Matthew pulled away. "I want to be inside you," he whispered, "but I'm afraid to."

Catherine brushed her smiling lips against his and smoothed the frown from his brow, "You worry too much, Matthew-cat."

Smiling at Catherine's use of his pet name, he whispered, "I think I have some condoms in the night table." He chuckled deep in his throat, "My mother insisted on me keeping some handy for the last four years."

Inflamed by the soft purr of his voice, Catherine kissed him hard before whispering, "I want to feel you inside me. I'm on the pill."

Drawing herself up so that she was straddling her lover, Catherine moaned as Matthew's erection slipped between her aroused labia and brushed against her clitoris. She could see the lust in his wide-open blue eyes as he gazed up at her.

Her hungry pussy twitched as she felt his hands on her stockinged thighs. Leaning over him, she pressed her lips to his before whispering in his ear, "You love my legs, don't you. I know you watch me walk."

Matthew whimpered, and let his hands slide beneath her skirt to caress her round arse. He kneaded the firm flesh of her buttocks as he admitted in a whisper, "I watch you walk, and I watch you bend over. I love to see your heart-shaped arse beneath your skirts.

Straightening, she gently grasped his wrists. Placing them on her breasts, she caressed his fingers and whispered, "Do you like my breasts too? I hope so, because they need your attention."

With a smile, Matthew squeezed Catherine's soft breasts through her jumper and said, "Darling, I love your breasts best of all. His hands slid down her waist before pushing up her jumper to bare her braless breasts. "Take this damned thing off," Matthew growled, "I've wanted to see you naked for years."

Catherine obeyed, and threw her head back with a moan as her bare breasts slipped into his hands. She thought that his hands fit her soft globes perfectly; his every touch sparked a current that further galvanized her pussy.

Reaching between her thighs, she grasped Matthew's swollen penis as gently as she could and raised herself up. Though she whimpered as Matthew's hand left her breasts, she purred when he whispered, "You want me to hold myself straight for you, right?"

"Yes," she sighed as she felt his tip against the entrance to her well, "Push hard."

Matthew obeyed, driving himself as deeply into her as he could as he grasped her hips. Catherine's cry mingled with Matthew's as they joined. Matthew's hands found her breasts again, and Catherine clenched her pussy against Matthew's penis as he gently kneaded her creamy globes. "Rock with me," Catherine whispered as she leaned over Matthew, "Stroke me deep inside."

Matthew whimpered with every gentle thrust as he 

rocked beneath Catherine, sliding his hands between her swaying breasts and stockinged thighs. She leaned forward so that she could grind her clitoris against his body while caressing his chest and shoulders, and gasped as Matthew began to thrust harder into her.

Feeling her body begin to tense, Catherine whispered through gritted teeth, "I – I'm so very close."

Giving a hard thrust before swiveling his hips beneath her, Matthew gasped, "Come soon, please. I can't take this much longer."

"Do you want to stop?"

"No! I want," Matthew started before a cry escaped his lips, "I want to come with you. Please."

Wanting for Matthew to come with her, Catherine slipped a hand between her thighs. Her fingertips found her slick and swollen clitoris, and she began to circle it beneath her short skirt as she had done every night since she was twelve. The stimulation combined with the sensation of Matthew's swollen shaft inside her, and her pussy began to clench in a rhythm she could not control.

Heat and delight spread through her body, and she threw her head back. Crying out, "Oh my... oh my god," Catherine reveled in her orgasm as she felt Matthew erupt with in her. His cry overshadowed her own; he cried her name as he exploded within her.

Panting as her body glowed, she let Matthew gently caress her shoulders and guide her so that her body was draped over his. Slipping her hands into his silky hair, she drank a lazy kiss from his lips as he dragged his short fingernails up and down her spine.

"I love you, Catherine," Matthew whispered as he caressed the nape of her neck.

"I love you too, Matthew," Catherine purred as she pressed her lips to his throat. Feeling his pulse beneath her lips, she whispered, "Am I really your first?"

"Yes, you are. And I'm glad I waited for you."

Holding him close, Catherine closed her eyes as she drifted in time to his pulse against her lips, "Hearing that makes me so very happy. I wanted to be your first, and have you be mine."

As Matthew stroked her hair, his fingers slipping into her dark curls, he said, "I am definitely yours, my love," as he pulled his blankets over their bodies.

"Are you sure I should stay," Catherine asked as she shifted her body to look into his eyes, "What will your parents say?"

Matthew smiled and mussed her hair, "I'll bet tickets to the next Iron Maiden show that my father will say, 'It's about fucking time'."

"And your mother?"

"She's insisted on me keeping condoms in my night table since I was thirteen, remember?"

Catherine giggled, "You did mention that." Snuggling close, Catherine whispered in his ear, "Even if your parents do disapprove, it'd be worth it. Making love to you was incredible."

Shifting his body so that they could lay in spoons, Matthew cupped Catherine's breast as he buried his face in her hair, "Why use the past tense? I will want to make love to you again."

"Really?"

Catherine shivered as she felt Matthew's moist lips upon the nape of her neck. She shivered again as he flicked his tongue against her earlobe and whispered, "Darling, you're a goddess in flesh, and I intend to worship you every chance I get."

Leaving Matthew to sleep, Catherine crept down the stairs the next morning. As she padded into the kitchen, Matthew's mother offered her a cup of tea.

"Mrs. L-------," Catherine said, "there's something I need to tell you."

Matthew's mother smiled, "I already know. I'm glad it was you. But what is Matthew going to think when he wakes up alone?"



Caught Again



I called my 5 favorite men over to my house. I did this often because I was, to put it bluntly, an insatiable sex addict. I dressed in a small black transparent teddy, and pulled my hair into two ponytails, one each side of my head. I knew what I wanted and there was no time for formalities such as undressing or my hair getting in the way. 

The guys all arrived within 10 minutes of each other. By the time the last one arrived, I had already been fucked very well several times making my pussy swell ever so slightly. I loved the feeling of my pussy being a little puffy. It made it look very inviting, like it was calling for more, which it always was.

After about an hour of being fucked in every position imaginable, I heard familiar footsteps coming down the hall. I knew at once it was John, my husband. A sudden fear struck through my stomach like a bolt of electricity. He had caught me like this before, but never with 5 guys. He knew I had an over stimulated libido. He had bought me every fuck toy online trying to keep me satisfied. 

He had even bought an expensive fuck machine. The kind you can just lay back and let the electric powered huge dildo bang you over and over until you get your fill. I had used it so much the motor burned out. He had also bought one that was like a saddle with so many attachments for pussy and ass, that it would seem anyone would be satisfied. He finally got rid of it because I would sit on it for hours on end letting the orgasms just flood over me until I was exhausted. When it comes to fucking, I can never get enough.

One at a time the 5 men in the room started realizing someone else was joining us. They had no idea what was coming down the hall. It was a large, very angry man. I know John had to have heard what was going on. I am not a quiet fuck. I scream like a panther. Panthers scream at night and sound like a woman in pain. Although I was never in pain the sound was the same. I knew he was fully aware of what was transpiring in our den. We have a large round white rug that was my favorite fuck area, although anywhere would do for me as long as a hard cock was present. Or just anything phallic shaped and hard, I wasn't particular. I was getting hot again just thinking about hard cocks, I was brought back to reality as he entered the room with a strange look on his face. 

All of my fuck buddies started scrambling for their clothes. He told them to stop in a voice that would have stopped a charging bull. I could see the anger, but I could also see the look of a man that was somehow in control. My fuck buddies stopped undressing and were beginning to look at ease. John's voice was very steady, very stoic. He told everyone in the room that I was a slut, a whore, a cunt and he now realized he had to get me fucked to the point that I would never want sex again. Although frightened, I was somehow turned on by this. 

He told me to get on my knees like the bitch dog I was. I thought this was going to be fun. He had finally seen what I really liked and he was just going to join in the fun. He pulled out a dog collar with a leash attached. He told one of the guys to put it around my neck and to force me to the floor. I was after all being taught a lesson. Sam, one of fuck buddies, came forward eagerly and put the collar around my neck. I noticed his cock was rock hard again. Sam forced me to the floor like he had been a part of the plan. The others gathered around like a bunch of dogs surrounding a bitch. John had called me a bitch dog. I guess they were getting ready for the fuck fest. And, why not, my husband had invited them to stay for the show.

John had already shed his pants, his hard cock throbbing. I was beginning to think he wasn't mad, just turned on. He told Sam to loosen the collar a bit because he wanted me to feel everything that was going on down here. As he said "down here" my pussy felt a striking pain. I whimpered as I turned to see a small whip with leather strips. It was short, but it was making its point. John hit my clit with the small whip again, then again. He reached up and grabbed one of my ponytails pulling my head back to look him square in his eyes. The anger was back, but it was exciting me now, not frightening me. 

John kept my ponytail tight in his grip making me watch him. He told Sam to come over to "help" him. John handed Sam the whip. Sam seemed very pleased to be a part of the show. John reached over and pulled out a small container that I recognized immediately. It was a sexual lubricant that made your pussy warm when touched. I used it a lot so I was getting more excited by the second. John, with one hand still securely grasping my ponytail to make sure I could see him, opened the container with his free hand. He looked at my pussy and a look of anger once again was in his eyes, but only for a brief second. His eyes then changed to a strange maniacal squint. He told Sam to spank my ass a few times, but not too hard. Sam stepped right up and gave me two quick slaps on my ass with the short but effective whip.

John was watching my pussy intently as Sam flogged my ass. The anger in his eyes came back briefly. He told the other fuck buddies to watch my pussy closely as he told Sam to give me a few more slaps with the whip. They all gathered around like they were watching some sort of experiment in a classroom. I felt the whip hit my ass two more times. It stung, but it I realized the pain had turned to pleasure as my pussy moved as though uncontrolled by me. I was having small but really deep orgasms each time the whip hit. 

All the guys laughed at my pussy convulsing. I was whimpering like a little puppy in front of all of these men, one being my husband. I felt a little embarrassed and humiliated that I was being laughed at because all of MY fuck buddies were going over to John's side of this event. All their faces seemed transfixed on my red swollen pussy. Like watching a porn movie, but up close and personal. I felt another blow on my ass but it caught part of my asshole in the process. Another orgasm flowed over me. I knew my pussy was twitching, and now my asshole was doing the same. They all laughed again like I wasn't a part of this, just my ass and pussy. 

John raised his face up and his eyes caught mine. He knew I was embarrassed and he was enjoying it. 

He asked the guys if they wanted to help him teach me to be a little more respectful of my husband. They all were shouting in agreement. You would have thought they were watching their favorite sport team. All of the men in the room were on their knees by now slowly stroking their cocks. John had instructed them to use some of the lubricant to "warm" my pussy when their turn came. It was then I was glad I had found such good fuck buddies that I knew could go all night long. He assured them they would have many chances to do just that. 

I was still on my knees with my pussy pulsating and my clit swollen out of its covering. I couldn't control the muscles around my pussy anymore than I could control my surroundings at this moment. Although I felt a little betrayed and humiliated I decided to just go with it. It felt so good I didn't care Sam still had the whip in his hand. He was acting like it was a second cock that he had complete control over. 

John took the sticky but smooth liquid and poured it from a few inches above my ass. The liquid hit my ass then trickled down onto my pussy lips to my clit. John reached over and slowly, deliberately, but firmly took his whole palm and rubbed up and down from my clit to my asshole. Slowly the liquid heated up and I was once again on fire. My ass started hunching with each swipe of his hand. Up and down, up and down. He looked up at Sam again and without a word Sam stepped in and continued his assault on my pussy with the whip. It became rhythmic like meditation music. Slap, sting, stroke, slap, sting, stroke until I was hunching so hard my back was arched further than I would have thought possible. The orgasms were flooding over me like a wave on a beach. I couldn't get my ass high enough and I could make the hunch deep enough. I was in an almost trance like state. But the laughing grew louder and the cock stroking faster. 

Just as I was getting used to the rhythm of the slap, sting, stroke, hips hunching, a huge cock hit my pussy like a runaway train. My hips came up so high to meet it, I thought my back would break. John was pumping me like I was a bitch dog on the street. Sam would throw in a whip slap that was now sounding like a loud snap. All I could feel and see was deep cock and men stoking their cocks so hard and fast I knew they would all explode shortly. I was having a constant orgasm and even the words like slut, whore, you enjoying this, you learning anything, and the laughter were not bothering me now.

Deep in my core I could feel an orgasm coming that was not like anything I had ever felt before. My eyes were foggy but still intently fixed on Johns. He had that evil look again and pulled his cock out right before that orgasm came. I started backing up trying to find the cock that had been banging my ass. I was even missing the slap of the whip. I heard myself begging for them not to stop. John still had the one ponytail in hand. He reached with his other hand and grabbed my other ponytail and used them to pull my face into the carpet. 

He told his "gang" to come look at my pussy. I could feel it pulsing and grabbing for the hard cock that wasn't there. I tried with all my strength to pull away from the grip on my hair to find that huge hard cock that had been pounding me. I also wanted to feel the sting of the whip that Sam had become so good as using as his second cock. All of them, John included, were laughing and calling me bitch dog. It became like a chant. I didn't care. All I wanted was that deep orgasm that was coming I knew was going to start at my clit and ass and end up in my throat. I fought again against my own hair pinned down to the rug. I then felt the hot cum from all of the gang of men that had been enjoying this show. Anger welled up in me and I started rubbing my pussy with both hands as they all put their cocks on my ass and came hard as the laughter gave way to their moans.

John grabbed my hands before I could finish my orgasm. Now I knew what he had meant by teaching me a lesson. Not by fucking me, I liked that too much, but by bringing me to the point I was humiliated, past that to just acting like the bitch dog he was so fond of calling me, then leaving me unsatisfied. 

All the guys were falling back on the rug to rest. My pussy wouldn't stop throbbing. John was still laughing. He reached up and took the leash to my collar and lifted me up to hands and knees again. He asked Sam, who had become his right hand man to look in the bedside table and get the biggest vibrating dildo he could find. Sam came back with a 3 inch diameter, 8 inch long life like dildo. I knew this one well.

I thought I was finally going to get some satisfaction after all the humiliation. John took the leash and pulled me down on the floor. I immediately got on my hands and knees getting ready for this big vibrating cock to be rammed into my pussy. I was even hoping for the whip. John laughed and told me to lie on my back. He took out 4 pieces of rope. The guys helped him secure me very spread eagle attaching the ropes to my hands and legs. My legs were laid wide. I was thinking, the wider the better. Finally some pleasure for me, not just the "boys". John took the dildo and cranked it up to full speed. They all laughed as my pussy started its familiar throb and grab, that had now gone beyond any control on my part. My hunching took control as John slowly took the warm liquid again and stoked me until my hips were hunching a foot off the rug. He stroked it and kissed my clit until it too was pulsing visibly. 

The gang was once again stoking their cocks in rhythm to my hunching. Josh took the dildo and slowly pushed it in about 2 inches. Then he would thrust it as deep as he could. He was talking to the guys like they were his best buddies. He told them by the end of the night, I would know how to control my "urges" and they would not be needed anymore, so enjoy the night. John gave Sam the "look" and pointed to my tits. He told Sam to not be too mean, but to make it count. Sam gave a swift light slap with the whip on one tit then the other. I was rising up to meet each slap. It stung as it had my ass, but the small orgasms were back. This went on for about 10 minutes. It started with the tit whipping, then the dildo, over and over. 

Suddenly John stood up and asked the guys if they would like a beer. He said he needed to relax. I was shocked. John told them that I would really hate this next trick he had thought up for the next time I needed punishment. I was just left lying there, tied with no escape. He left the vibrating dildo just at the lips of my pussy. They all left me to go for a beer in the kitchen. I was so hot. I couldn't stop the hunching. I was hunching into thin air trying to reach the dildo. I was begging for a good fuck. I wanted something in my pussy that was hard, big and pounding. I wanted the whip back. I wanted more cock, anything hard and fast to get rid of the burning in my pussy. 

John came back in and all the guys sat around on the couch and chairs in the den like I was not there. For an hour they watched television with me lying on the floor begging for a cock in my pussy. Sam would meet John's eye every 10 minutes or so and would then come over and whip my pussy or tits until I came just a little. He would then return to the couch like nothing had happened. 

After 2 hours of this, John said it was time to finalize my punishment. I could tell they all had evidently discussed this in the kitchen because all of them found their cocks and started the stroking again. They brought in a metal table and put it on the rug. I was untied and lifted onto the metal table that caused me to shiver after the warmth of the cocks greased down with warming liquid. John asked them what my pussy was doing now. Of course they all laughed because the sudden cold of the metal table on my skin had put a stop to the throbbing pussy, but not the begging. John slid my ass to the end of the table as though I was going to be examined like a doctor would. 

It was obvious they had this all well thought out. I didn't care. I just started begging for the fucking to start. John said I was being rude to our guest and not very lady like. So I started asking, or begging in a very nice tone. John grabbed a ponytail and had one man at the head of the table hold it. He began fucking my mouth. This started warming my pussy. John told me to grab a cock in each hand, which I did readily. I had always loved sucking cock and giving hand jobs. Sam took his whip and started whipping my tits, one then the other. The orgasms started again, but my pussy needed cock.

I started screaming at them again to put a cock or anything hard in my pussy. John then stepped to the end of the table and looked at my pussy. It was swollen and red. He asked me if I was sure I could take it since it was so swollen. I begged him to fuck me hard. Sam was still manning the whip with expertise now. He was stroking his cock with his free hand. Every time the whip came down, I whimpered, but it was mixed with moaning pleasure. 

The John I knew suddenly reappeared, the anger came hard and fast. It took me by surprise. He started banging my pussy so hard it was hurting. But through the pain, my pussy was grabbing the huge cock with every stroke. My mouth was full of cock, both hands were pumping cock, my pussy was full and being pounded. They all started doing this in rhythm as Sam's whip popped my tits with each stroke. John called me a slut, whore, bitch dog. I started coming so hard as I sucked, fucked, and felt the whip on my tits. My whole body shuddered.

Then John stopped abruptly. He pushed the men aside and grabbed the leash I was still hooked to. He was mad because I was not being punished, but was enjoying myself more than I ever had. He yanked me off the table by the leash. He pulled me through the hall. Every few steps he ordered Sam to whip my ass. I was still having orgasms with each slap. He pulled me out onto the lawn and shouted as loud as he could for everyone to come watch his bitch dog whore wife get fucked. I was in the middle of the yard for anyone to see. 

Each of the guys fucked me, made me suck their cock as Sam whipped my pussy in between them pulling out and changing places. John pushed me to my knees and fucked me like a man possessed shouting the whole time what a whore I was. I was coming no matter what he did. He finally finished and asked if anyone else would like another go. The guys went in and dressed, too tired to do any more.

John left me on the lawn with the leash staked into the ground. I just rubbed my pussy to come over and over. He finally came over and fucked my mouth and my pussy one more time. He then led me into the house on my hands and knees. He told the guys he had given up and to come back any time. He spent the rest of the night pounding my ass, pussy and mouth. I loved every single stroke. I don't think I can ever get enough.



Caught Again



Susan and I told our parents of our plans to get married. Needless to say they didn't quite like the idea and things didn't go well between us and our parents after that. So we got married, packed up our things and moved away. We had a cousin, Mandy, that lived in Colorado and she let us move in until we could find a place of our own. We decided to keep the fact that we are married from Mandy, at least until we found a place of our own.

Mandy didn't really question us about sharing her spare bedroom together. I guess it was because of the fact we are brother and sister. It worked out good because it makes it easier for Susan and me to have sex with each other. I didn't think things would turn out the way they did though.

Since it is Susan's day off, we decide to have a little fun around the house. So we wait until we hear the door close for Mandy to head to work and we rush out into the living room. Susan is eager to get into my pants and she pushes me onto the sofa as we enter. My cock is already hard and waiting, but I don't have to wait long.

She is on her knees, grasping my cock with her tongue circling my cockhead, before sliding her lips gently over it. She sucks softly on me as she slowly lowers her mouth down my shaft. I let out a soft moan as she takes my cock in her mouth. She slides her lips back up and then licks my cockhead again. Then she starts sucking my cock in earnest.

Susan slides her lips along my shaft, sucking firmly. She takes her time and I know she is enjoying the sounds of pleasure that I'm making. After a short while she begins to move slower, sucking harder on me as she does. Then she takes as much as she can in her mouth, before moving back to sucking firmly on me.

As she sucks on me, she begins to rub at herself. Her fingers seemingly move on their own. I can tell her fingers begin to increase her pleasure and in doing so it increases mine. There is nothing hotter than watching my sister finger fuck herself. She moves faster on my cock, using her tongue to lick along my shaft and then around my cockhead, before once again, pushing to take as much of me in her mouth as she can.

She slides her mouth up and down to hit the back of her throat and gag. She moves harder and faster, bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm. Her fingers continue rubbing hard at her pussy, building her own pleasure at the same time.

"I'm cumming!" I yell as I throw my head back.

Then I feel my cock throb and a second later, explode in her mouth. She gasps and swallows hard, taking my cum down her throat. I grunt softly, grabbing her head and holding it there until I am finished. We hear a sharp gasp from the living room entrance and as I look I am surprised to see Mandy standing there. "Uh," is the only thing I can find to say.

"Mandy, why don't you join us," Susan offers.

I look down to Susan, even more stunned than before. "What?"

My sister looks at me and says with a wave of her hand, "Mandy and I have been having sex since we were kids, every time we came to visit."

I look to Mandy for confirmation and she nods. "I just had no idea you were doing your brother," she says.

Susan smiles, "That only started recently, there's more."

"I can't imagine," Mandy says.

Susan laughs as I just remain shocked by the events unfolding in front of me. "We're married."

Mandy brings a hand to her mouth. "Oh my," she breathes. "Now that is just hot."

"I know," Susan agrees. "Want to join in?"

"Hell yeah," Mandy says stripping off her clothes.

I can't believe what I am hearing and my cock instantly goes from flaccid to being hard as a rock. Susan slowly begins rubbing my inner thigh toward my crotch. "Hmm, someone seems excited by the idea."

Mandy smiles as she slowly moves down to her knees next to Susan. Mandy reaches out, taking my cock in her hand. It throbs against her touch as I lightly groan at the touch of her cold hand. She leans in closer to me and says, "My god, it's fucking big."

Susan laughs and says, "Tell me about it. I've watched him masturbate with it since he was a kid. I always dreamed of having it in me one day."

Mandy slowly starts to stroke my cock up and down in her hand. I look down at her and she opens her mouth and takes my cockhead into her mouth. I groan loudly as her warm mouth wraps around my cock. Susan moves over the side of Mandy on her knees to get a firsthand view of Mandy working on my cock. Mandy slowly starts to move her head down my shaft.

"Okay, my turn," Susan says as she looks on at out cousin. Mandy slowly lifts her mouth off of my cock and Susan slowly takes my cockhead into her mouth and moves down the shaft taking it down her throat. Mandy watches in amazement as she slowly fondles my balls in her hand. I am in complete heaven, groaning loudly as I lay a hand on the back of Susan's head urging her to go further down.

Mandy slowly leans down and starts licking my balls as Susan moves up and down on my shaft, gagging each time she tries to go down further on my cock. Her saliva is running down my shaft and onto my balls as Mandy takes turns on my balls, sucking one into her mouth, then moving to the other one.

I didn't think I was going to be able to hold my cum for long with the attention I am getting from my sister and our cousin. I think Susan knows the same thing, because she quickly stops and pulls her mouth off my cock, but still stroking it with her hand. Mandy is still sucking on my balls as Susan says, "Okay Mandy, are you ready for the next part?"

Mandy pulls away from my balls and quickly nods. Susan stands up and grabs my hand, helping me up. She leads me back to our bedroom, my cock brushing against her firm ass as Mandy follows us.

Susan leads me to the bed and has me lay down on my back. I look to Mandy's nicely shaved pussy, as my cock points straight up toward my stomach, still dripping with Susan's saliva. I notice her pussy lips are tight together, but with a little glistening coming from them.

Susan stands by the side of the bed as Mandy climbs onto the bed next to me. Mandy moves over the top of my chest and straddles me. She slowly moves up my body until her pussy is just above my face. I slowly stick my tongue out and lift my head up. The tip of my tongue slowly splits Mandy's pussy lips open as I taste her for the first time.

I moan as I taste her juices. They taste sweet and fresh. I slowly try to push my tongue further into her pussy as I hear Mandy exclaim, "Oh, fuck yes!" Mandy slowly begins to move her hips against me mouth as my tongue goes further into her tight pussy.

I notice her pussy beginning to get wetter as my nose rubs against her clit. Her legs start to tremble lightly as I feel her pussy start to contract around my tongue. Mandy starts moving her hips faster against my face as I move my tongue in and out of her pussy. Her clit pokes hard against my nose as her moans get louder and louder. I know she is getting close to an orgasm as she pushes my head into the pillow with her gyrations.

All of a sudden her body freezes solid and a long low moan comes from her. Her whole body is shaking above me. "Oh yes!" she screams out as her orgasm begins. I am greeted with a rush of pussy juice onto my face. Her body shakes violently as more pussy juice squirts out and onto my mouth, overfilling my mouth and flowing out the side onto the pillow below. She is a squirter just like my sister. Finally her body begins to slowly relax as she collapses against the headboard, breathing heavily.

She slowly starts to move off of me and kneels next to me on the bed. "Amazing," she says looking down at me.

I can only smile at her and then we hear moaning coming from Susan. We both look over as she is quickly rubbing her exposed pussy, while sitting on the chair in the room. Susan focuses on her clit as she rubs faster and her moans grow louder. Her ass suddenly lifts off the chair and she holds her hand in place on her clit and begins to squirt cum out. Her juices fly out and onto the side of the bed in front of her as she cums. It is a very hot scene to watch.

Finally her orgasm subsides and she collapses on the chair, breathing heavily. Mandy takes a hold of my cock again and slowly strokes it up and down. Then she moves down the bed, straddling my hips with her pussy just above my cock. Susan climbs onto the bed and kneels between my legs.

I feel Susan's hand wrap around my cock and Mandy begins to lower herself toward it. I feel m cockhead brush against her wet pussy lips. Susan rubs my cockhead up and down Mandy's slit, getting it wetter with her pussy juices before holding it straight for Mandy.

Mandy wiggles her hips against my cock. She pushes herself to let my cock sink into her pussy. Susan moves her hand away and grabs Mandy's hips to pull her fully down onto me. My cock throbs harder in Mandy's tight pussy while her pussy is contracting around my shaft. As soon as she takes all of me she raises her hips back up, her pussy clutching hard at my cock as she does. She lifts until just my cockhead remains in her and then slowly she sinks back down onto it, letting out a long moan of pleasure as she does. Susan, still holding Mandy's hips, helps her develop a slow and steady rhythm, moving up and down slowly.

Mandy moans as she starts to speed up. My sister moves out from behind her and next to me. "Do you like her pussy?" she asks.

"You've been holding out on me," I tell her.

She smiles as I grab Mandy's hips suggesting to her to go faster. "Why don't you fill her up with your cum my dear husband?"

"I don't want her pregnant," I say.

"Why not?" Susan asks. "You've already got me pregnant."

A surprise look washes over my face. "What?"

"I took a test a few days ago," she says.

The look of surprise is replaced with a smile and the thought of it drives me wild. "I was thinking that Mandy may want to be your wife as well."

I could tell instantly that Mandy like this idea by how she suddenly begins riding my cock even harder and faster. "Mmm, yes. Pump me with your seed and get me pregnant too," Mandy moans.

I see Susan smile just as she moves herself over me, positioning her pussy over my face. "Get me ready for that big cock of yours," she says as she lowers herself onto my mouth. I push my tongue into her pussy, tasting her juices from her earlier orgasm.

Mandy's moans grow louder and more frequent as she shoves herself completely onto my cock and wiggles her hips around on me. I try to move my tongue around inside my sister as best as I can as she moves her hips forward and back on my face. Susan starts moaning in pleasure as I feel Mandy's pussy grow even tighter around my cock. I hear Mandy almost scream as she cums. I then feel a hand against my stomach as it moves back and forth.

"Yes Mandy," Susan moans. "Cum all over his big cock."

Susan moves her hips even faster against my face. I feel a rush of juices running down my balls and between my legs as Mandy's pussy clamps down hard on my cock. It is too much for me to handle as my cock surges in her tight pussy. My cock throbs hard as the first shot of cum blasts deep into her waiting pussy. I groan loudly into my sister's pussy as my cock throbs again and again, sending more globs of my hot cum into Mandy. Susan knows what is happening as she grinds her pussy into my face harder. "Fill her up!" she yells.

When Mandy finishes cumming herself, she collapses against Susan as my cock still throbs deep in her pussy, pushing out the last bits of my cum into her.

Susan quickly lifts herself off of my face and moves to the side of me. Mandy collapses onto my chest, breathing hard as my cock slowly begins to soften inside her. Susan looks at me with loving eyes and asks, "So what do you think of having Mandy as a second wife?"

I blink. I wasn't really certain if what she said earlier was true or just the heat of the moment. "I think I'd like that," I say smiling.

"Good," Susan says. "She's ovulating right now. You'll probably have her pregnant as well."

Then it hit me. "You planned today didn't you?"

Mandy lifts up off my chest and smiles. I look to her then Susan and she has a matching smile as well. "Mandy and I planned this a few years ago," Susan says. "After I first saw you masturbating and saying my name I talked with her about it. She took the pictures of me and I put them where you could find them. I knew you'd look after we got a place together."

"What about moving out here?" I ask.

"I knew Mom and Dad would have that reaction," Susan explains. "That is why I insisted we tell them. It gave us the excuse we needed to come here."

I smile at them both. I was outwitted by two of the most women in the world. I don't have a problem with that. Soon I would have two wives and a growing family.



Caught Again



You were licking pussy again, and I caught you completely unaware. The neighbor girl I had watched you sweat over for weeks was straddling your face. She was naked from the waist down and you had pushed her shirt up over her tits, doubtless to suck her nipples. You had her asscheeks in your hands and licked her from her asshole all the way to the tip of her clit in long firm strokes. You worked her for twenty minutes while I watched. You licked her pussy, sucked it, you worked her clit and she rode your face like a cowgirl. You made her come three times. 

Nether one of you saw me walk into the room. I had a beer in my hand and the stereo was on pretty loud so I figured you were in the tub soaking. I remembered walking in on you masturbating, the little show you did for me after, and smiled as I came around the corner, only to find this little slut was sitting on your face.

I wonder how you had gotten her in the house finally. Did you tell her you were having problems with the VCR again? Did she come over to help and it just so happened that the video of your face (as I fucked you in the ass) was in the VCR? Remember that video. Just your face as you got tooled. Watching you pant and scream, and come. You were actually drooling at one point I think. Was it the video I made of you sucking the pool boy's cock, the one where he comes all across your face and tits? I would have liked to see her face as you begged the pool boy to shoot in your mouth.

Did you giggle and apologize and offer her a drink. Did you just happen to leave your vibrator out on the counter next to the remote control for her to see? Did you slip an arm around her and whisper in her ear how sexy she looked. Did your hand wander under her shirt and feel the firmness of her tits, stroke her nipple. I wonder if she blushed and tried to pull away. Did she try and leave, or did she kiss you back hard and grab for your snatch? 

I wonder how long it took you to get her in the bedroom. Hell maybe you just took her hand and walked her in. Maybe she had heard about you. Maybe she completely wanted it. She had a tight almost boyish ass, no tan lines at all. Her tits were firm and small, just like you like them. Her nipples were huge and hard. They stuck out a half-inch or more from the areole. 

She was begging to be penetrated. You flipped her over on her back and started finger fucking her. I watched you, hard now, my cock pushing against my slacks. You worked her with one finger then two, stroking her clit with your thumb and watching her face. Three fingers up her cunt, slamming your fist in her. Your panties were soaked through and I could see your pussy clenching as you sucked her clit and your fist popped inside her. She screamed like a banshee, her cries muffled in your big tits. She grabbed your arm with both her hands and fucked your fist. Her face was flushed and sweating as she came for what seemed like twenty minutes. She sucked your nipples and you came too.

You were both lying there, exhausted. You had collapsed on her and she was holding on to you like a life raft. I was ready now and I slammed the door and scared you both.

Both of you looked terrified. She was so scared she didn't even try to cover herself. I could see the look of animal satisfaction on your face and I wanted to slap it off of you. No one said anything. Both of you stared at my cock, obviously hard. Both of you probably wondered how long I had been watching.

I pulled the heavy upholstered chair out to undress. I took off my tie, then my shirt. My belt slid easily trough the loops and onto the floor. Then I unzipped my fly and you both stared at my hard cock. I kicked my pants away and took off my socks. Then sat down naked in the chair and just watched. At some point the girl thought to pull her shirt down and you shook your head no. You whispered something in her ear. I could see she was agitated. She shook her head one time, and you whispered again. Then she seemed to relax, she let you finished stripping her until she was completely naked. She could have left then, she knew it and so did we but she didn't. She just did what she was told.

I pointed to the closet and she looked puzzled, but you went and stripped off your panties. You brought me the heavy collar and the paddle and knelt in front of me while i buckled it. I pulled your face close to me and whispered in your ear that you were a bad little slut and that you would definitely be punished. I could see the fear in your eyes. I could also see the raw naked need there. I had interrupted before she could service you, though probably nowhere near as skillfully as you had serviced her.

I slammed your head down on my cock and filled your slutty mouth with it as I watched her squirm. You were trying to breathe through your ears, I could tell.

I beckoned her with my hand to kneel next to you and she did. I pulled your needy mouth off my cock and let her lick it as well. You watched her with 'your' cock in her mouth and observed her technique as she spun her tongue over my engorged head. Your fingers started to stroke my balls as she sucked me. She was good and your fingers soon circled the girth of my cock and jacked me as she sucked. 

I didn't want to come too fast, so I slowed her and then the two of you fought to suck my cock. Licking and sucking the entire length of it between your greedy mouths. I pulled her face to mine and told her to fuck me. She looked shocked, though how she could after all of this I don't know. You showed her what I wanted. Her feet on the arms of the chair squatting over my cock, and your hand guided my cock in her pussy. As she lowered she grimaced and I knew her pussy was sore from the fisting you had given her earlier. She was holding onto the back of the chair as I fucked her. You watched. You watched her ride me with a deep aching need inside. 

She begged me to stop because her pussy was too sore. I stopped and by then you had the cuffs in your hand. After you cuffed her I ordered you to get her on the bed. She was crying now, she didn't understand, but you did. You knew what happens when a slut complained that her pussy was too sore for my cock. You dragged her across the floor and attached the cuffs to the headboard. Tears streamed down her face as you cuffed her ankles to the corners of the bed. She kicked you once and she almost got loose, but you knew what would happen to you if she got away. 

I strapped the dildo and harness onto you. Then I watched you lube the shaft of the big cock and place it in the cleft of her ass. She screamed as you started fucking her, and I thought she was in pain. Then I realized she was coming. Her slutty ass was coming all over you, while you fucked her with the dildo. 

I let you slide under her and fuck her pussy with the strap-on as I eased my cock in her tight little ass. She exploded, both of her holes filled so deep and full. She came and came and came. I could hear her screaming as she sucked your nipple and took all that we could give her.

You were so turned on I could have fucked you with a telephone poll. The juice ran from your pussy under the harness and all over you. The strap on had been rubbing your clit the whole time we were fucking her. 

You could see the slick come on my cock as I fucked her pussy from behind while you watched. I could hear you beg me to fuck you as I tooled this girl. I asked if her pussy was still sore and she just couldn't speak any more. You could tell by the way I was stroking that I was so very close to blowing a huge thick wad of come all over this little slut.

You beg me to come in your face, or your ass, or your pussy. You cry and plead, promising you won't bring any more sluts in the bedroom. I tell you to get down beside her and put your face right next to hers. Then I unload all over the both of you, shooting streams of hot thick cum across your faces. Both of you want to finish me in your mouths, and I let you trade and suck my come from each others mouths. Then I tell you to lick her face clean, and when you are done get that whore out of my house.

When you uncuff her and let her go she is crying. You hurry her to the door. You kiss her at the door I know you do. The same way I know this won't be the last time I catch you eating pussy. When you come back I have the straps, and you know you aren't done. Not by a long shot.