3 comments/ 19952 views/ 19 favorites Midlife Crises By: KnottLynnHardey I was forty years old when I had my mid-life crisis. My wife and I got divorced. I was a mess. I felt like a failure, like I had wasted my life and that no-one could want me. I was depressed so my thinking wasn't clear. I just felt. And my feelings were that I had somehow become irrelevant My wife and I had married young, she got pregnant with our first daughter and we tried our best to make it work. It did work for years, but the cracks really began to show after girl number two. He cracks became chasms then oceans of silence and regret. When my eldest daughter went to college I guess it was a breaking point. We didn't last a month before Marina wanted to divorce. I floundered for a while and we had a horrible Christmas when Charlotte came home from school. I heard myself whining and feeling sorry for myself, but I couldn't seem to stop. Then when Charlotte left I began to get mad. After months of feeling sorry for myself I grew angry and determined not to waste my life mourning. I reinvested my energy into improving my life rather than thinking it was over. I went to the gym and through myself into work and spent a lot of time with my old friends, many of whom knew exactly what I was going through. I felt better than I had in years. During Spring Break when my daughter came home from University she brought a friend with her. The first time I saw Kris I essentially dismissed her. She was really cute, but she was a surly looking emo kid. I was coming to pick up Charlotte to go for dinner. We hadn't seen each other since that awful Christmas as a broken family and I was eager to make up for my shitty mood and whining behavior. Kris was on my old front lawn. For a second I though she was Char and I panicked. She had dark black hair a ski hat, leather jacket and tight skinny jeans. Her skin was pale and she looked ill. She was the picture of a rebellious teen. Charlotte was blond and more of a cheerleader type like her mother, but my first thought was that Char was rebelling because of the divorce. As I walked up this surly vision of teen angst looked up at me and I saw that it wasn't my daughter. The relief turned to curiosity. Char had spoken of her friend, Kris, who had no place to go for the break from school. She had asked if Marina and I would let Kris stay with us during the break. Charlotte was going to join in on the shared living that Marina and I were doing with Keela our younger child, splitting the week between our homes. It would be tight with four in my new place, but there were enough beds and a couch so the girls could have their own rooms and I would couch it. I didn't care, I just wanted to make it up to Char for the divorce and the depression I'd had before so I agreed. I had assumed that this Kris would be like Char and her friends from high school. Fun, kind, lighthearted girls. I had not expected anyone like Kris. The person who most came to mind when I saw her was that girl from those Twilight movies. Like that girl in her posters, Kris showed little expression as I walked toward her. She watched me blandly, her face a porcelain mask. I thought she was really pretty, her eyes were a pale blue that I found arresting, and they were lined heavily with black mascara. Her skin was pale in a peaches and cream way. Her hair poker straight, to the shoulder and dyed black. In the two seconds I had to observe her as I moved up the walk to the house I felt the first real stirring of sexual desire I had felt in months. Something about the level open stare she gave me, the near blankness to her gaze made me want to see her feel passion. Kris was petite, maybe five three, and thin. Her legs were long and lean, her waist small, her hips showed above her belt and her stomach was flat and smooth. I couldn't see her breasts under a loose t-shirt and open jacket, but there were no prominent bumps so I assumed her tits were small. Her size brought the word "Elfin" to mind. "Hi. You must be Kris. I'm Charlotte's Dad, Cody Baxter." I reached out and offered my hand. She took it took and we shook, her tiny hand warm and soft in my own. She was clearly a little shy, but not cripplingly so. I felt like a creep staring at this girl but something about her was really intriguing me. She was so unlike my wife, who was blond, tall and bubbly. At least she was with other people. Not me. Just as it was beginning to feel awkward, the two of us holding hands too long and not talking, Charlotte and Keela came out of the house with their weekend bags. "Daddy!" Charlotte cried and threw herself into my suddenly free hands. It was so gratifying having my daughter so happy to see me. In that moment I forgot about those early stirrings of lust for Kris and basked in the glow of first one then the other of my daughters squeezing me and loving me. We all piled into the car and went to my apartment. We goofed around and I could tell the girls were pleased that I had fully decorated and cleaned the place up. We laughed as we ate supper and it felt like Christmas had never happened; that the divorce hadn't ripped our lives apart. Over the course of the night my lust for Kris grew larger. She was shy, and slow to join into our well established jokes and banter, but when she did pipe up she had a sharp acerbic wit that once the bomb landed made us all howl with laughter. We all got into pajamas to watch a movie the girls had brought and Kris put on tight yoga pants and a tank top. Her breasts were small, but tight and her nipples poked through the thin material of her tank top. Her legs were shapely and her ass looked fantastic in her pants. I really had to focus on not staring at her. My girls were snuggled on the couch, I sat in my lounger and Kris stretched out on the floor in front of the T.V. I watched her in the glow of my big screen and memorized the curves of her body, quite enjoying the first flush of lust I had felt in months. When the film was over Kris was fast asleep. Charlotte was reluctant to wake her so we gave her my blankets and let her lay where she was. As we brushed out teeth getting ready for bed, the girls giggling, getting that late-night-trying-to-be-quiet sort of giddiness that was so infectious. We agreed that I would stay on the couch in case Kris woke up and wanted to go to her bed. I took another blanket and stretched out on the couch as quietly as I could and settled in for a sleep that proved elusive. I was happy that the night had gone so well with Charlotte, and I was grateful for her love and understanding as I pulled myself out of my marriage, but much of my wakeful energy came from the sleeping girl laying on the floor three feet from me. Confession time. I had only ever been with three women in my life. A blowjob in high-school, one lover in college before Marina and then Marina herself. None of those women had been anything like Kris, but she had gotten under my skin. Her low voice, her pale skin, her pale eyes and dark hair, the way she curled in on herself and seemed so shy, yet with a real inner strength, it all compelled me to reach out and touch her soft skin. As she lay so close, her breathing soft, yet loud in the silent room I wished she would come to me on the couch and lie with me. It was crazy, but I started to imagine her sucking my cock in the dark of my living room with my daughters down the hall and it got me fully hard in seconds. I wondered if I could jack off without her catching me. And what if she did? I fantasized about it and began to rub my cock through my pajama pants. I am a fit man, I have always taken care of myself, and as a last ditch effort to get my wife to have sex with me in the last months of our marriage I spent even more time at the gym and working out. I had another round of that as I pulled out of my depression the last few months. Except for a few grey hairs and some extra lines around the face I think I looked better than I had ever looked in my life. That said I could easily fantasize that a beautiful young girl might in some way actually be attracted to me. I began to imagine Kris sitting up and seeing my cock in the dim light and being overcome with lust. In my mind's eye she crawled over to me seductively as I stroked myself and she took over. Her little hand wrapped around my shaft and began to pump up and down. Every-so-often I would peek at her as she lay on the floor just a few feet from me, nothing between us save empty space, her face pale blue in the dark night, her lips slightly parted her hair infinitely black. With my ears perked for any sound from my daughter's rooms I began to stroke faster, and I did my best to keep my breathing from getting too loud and giving me away. In my fantasy Kris was now suddenly naked, her pale skin so smooth and unblemished that I had to touch it. I ran my hand around her hips and shoulders, for some reason I couldn't quite picture her small breasts, they always became Marina's larger full breasts. I got swept up now in trying to focus on seeing Kris's perky titties. It became a feature of the fantasy, taking root in my mind as I beat off. I needed to see those little boobies. I tried everything I could think of to create the perfect picture of how her tits looked, but they always shifted back to the breasts I knew best. Then I heard, or felt something new and I paused, opening my eyes and I was stunned to see my fantasy made almost real. Kris knelt beside me, about a foot and a half from my side, her body angled to peer at my exposed penis, still hard in my hand, thrusting into the air. She turned her face to mine and we looked into each other's eyes in the minimal light. "Would you like me to do that for you sir?" she asked. I couldn't breathe I was so ashamed, and terrified. I heard her say those words, but I couldn't believe them. I was sure she must have said something else. And yet her hand reached out and took hold of my cock where it poked above my own grip. Gently she replaced my hand with her own, hers much cooler than mine after the work I had been doing. Shyly she began to stroke up and down my length, getting used to my skin as it moved over the hard muscle beneath. I let my hand fall to my side and watched intently as she watched her hand stroke me. Soon I was able to absorb what was happening. I was getting a hand-job in my living room from one of my daughter's college friends. Her touch was much lighter than mine had been and as she moved the skin of my cock over the head it felt much nicer than what I had been doing. The sheer eroticism of having her do this for me was so intense that I was already close to cumming. I held off as best I could in the secret hope that she would start to suck my cock too, but before long seeing her arm moving, her face so rapt and feeling her little hand working over me so sensually had me on the verge of cumming. I thought I'd best tell her. "I'm gonna cum.' I whispered. She looked at my face for the first time in a while and whispered back. "Can I eat it?" I managed to just grunt out "Yes." Before I started to shoot my load. Her head bent over my spurting knob and she put me in her mouth. I had not had a woman's mouth on my cock in years and I bucked up hard driving myself deeper into her face as I had the most intense orgasm I'd had in maybe a decade inside her mouth. Marina hated it when I held her head down over me so I kept my hands by my sides, but my fists clenched with the desire to grip her skull and fuck hard into her mouth. I was in heaven, cumming and cumming and feeling her tongue swirling around my cockhead. When I was finished I lay still because she continued to lick my cock, slurping on me and she rested her head on my belly. Her free hand crept up my body and began to play with my chest hair. I moaned low in my throat, the human equivalent of purring. Kris just held me in her mouth and sucked my cock like she were sucking her thumb, gently, kindly with no seeming agenda. Her rhythmic scratching on my chest made me sleepy. Too sleepy. I drifted off. I didn't even thank her, let alone reciprocate. I woke up some time later, it was still dark out and I found myself covered with blankets and tucked back into my pajamas. Kris was gone. I began to doubt it had even happened. I drifted back to sleep thinking it had to have been real; the details were too clear in my mind. I got another erection just picturing her watching my cock as she stroked me off. I dreamed of her the rest of the night and woke up with a painful erection. Keela woke soon after me and got ready for school. Still in high school Keela was on a different schedule than the college girls and she needed to go today. I had taken the week off work so I could see Charlotte while she was here. I drove Keela once she was ready and we had a nice chat in the car. She said how she liked Kris, even though she seemed too shy. Keela asked why she was staying with us. "Char told me that Kris's Mom was overseas working and that she hadn't seen her Dad in years. Kris couldn't afford to go see her Mom, and she doesn't like her grandparents, so she came here." "Oh." That was all. When I got home from driving Keela to school I found Kris in the kitchen. "Where's Charlotte?" I asked, my cock already slithering to life in my pants seeing Kris in her yoga pants and tank-top still. "Still sleeping." "She never likes getting up in the morning." I commented and poured myself some coffee I had brewed before I left. I sat and looked at Kris sitting with a glass of water at my kitchen table. She looked adorable; her hair tussled from sleeping and her face soft and fresh with rest. Had that sexy mouth really been wrapped around my cock last night? "Mr. Baxter?" she said, not looking at me, but at her hand holding the glass, the same way it had held my cock. "I owe you an apology." "No. No no no. It was my fault. I-" "I can be so bad sometimes. I don't know why I am so slutty, but I can't help it." she seemed so concerned that I had to help. "Kris look at me." Her eyes snapped onto mine, her face pale and nervous looking. "I was in the wrong last night. That was me being a terrible person." Kris smiled a tiny smile, the corners of her mouth lifting and making her look sweet and innocent. "Did you like what I did?" The change of direction unsettled me. "Well, yes of course. I wanted to thank you, but I fell asleep." "You tasted wonderful." She looked down once more. "I wanted you to fall asleep. I love it when a man falls asleep in my mouth." I stared at her, stunned. "Would you like me to do that again. Right now? I owe you for letting me stay here." My cock was a full attention now inside my jeans. I was seriously considering her offer, she looked so sexy, so vulnerable sitting there nervously glancing up at me from lowered eyelids. "I can't let you do that. Charlotte is here... and... it's wrong." "Charlotte will sleep for another hour. I know it's wrong to want this, but I do. I want to be your slave Mr. Baxter. I want to be somebodies slave. Why not you? Don't you want me?" I couldn't process what the hell she was saying. A slave? What the hell did that mean? As I sat there dumbfounded by her words Kris slid off her chair to the floor. She crawled to me and put her head on my lap, her cheek rested on my boner and she sighed a little coo and rubbed her cheek on my cock, pressing down lightly and making my balls ache. I had not had sex in years. My wife and I had had a big fight about sex. I had wanted to try new things with her after years of awkward, tense sex. At some point I had decided that since we weren't having sex anyway I might as well try and talk to her about what she wanted, and what I wanted. There seemed to be no risk. I couldn't lose what I wasn't getting. She had been resistant to tell me her fantasies, so I told her mine. I wanted to tie her up, to dominate her and make her cum with vibrators and stuff. I held back telling her I wanted to whip her and slap her for years of silent judgement and withholding sex, but I saw her face, the horror she felt as I spoke of what I wanted to do and that I knew I had made a huge mistake. We hardly spoke after that. I think I had partially blocked out that conversation and yet now this teenaged girl was asking me to let her be my slave, a huge fantasy of mine since I had been a young teen and saw a certain Princess Leia in a slave outfit. "Yes Kris I want you. I want you very badly, but you have to obey me completely." She suddenly went still. I could feel her hot breathe on my cock through my jeans. "You have to be ready to do anything I ask, whenever I ask it, okay?" "Yes Master." Her voice was quiet in the stillness of the morning, but I heard that word loud and clear. I didn't know how mentally messed up this girl was, but I was not going to miss this opportunity. I had needs and they had not been met in my marriage. I had been a good husband, I was a great father, and I deserved to get the sex I wanted. So I took it. I pushed her head off my lap and undid my jeans. I pulled out my cock and pushed back my chair so that Kris could kneel before me and suck me off. "Suck my balls slave." I said and she glowed red with a blush that made her look adorable. She scrambled into place and started doing what I had told her. Her pink tongue danced over my full balls and it felt amazing. It felt better than anything I had ever felt sexually because I had ordered her to do it. She bathed my balls thoroughly, licking all around the heavy sack, my shaft stood upright before her, but she didn't touch it. I hadn't told her to. When I could wait no more I told her to suck my cock. I sounded Masterful in my ears, but in my head I felt I sounded meek and hopeful. She did as I ordered and seeing my cock slip inside that perfect little mouth was better than any porno I had ever seen. Kris took me inside her face and bobbed her head up and down over my shaft taking me as deep as she could, her tongue reaching out of her mouth to lick beyond her lips. I felt my cock head nudge the back of her throat and she didn't gag. I sat there in my kitchen, my daughter in a room just down the hall as her friend gave me the best blow-job of my life. She worked me over like a champion cocksucker. I felt uninhibited, she obviously loved me telling her what to do, so I micro-managed her blowjob giving her explicit instructions. Each correction made her moan, her body undulated with her activity, looking amazing in her tight clothes. This college girl was horny as hell pleasuring me like this, I could smell her sex, musky in my small kitchen. Aware of the time limits I let myself get off quickly. I think part of me thought this would never happen again so I spilled myself into her mouth for the second time in ten hours. She swallowed every drop eagerly, her throat working to get my jism into her belly. I felt like a God. When I was finished I pushed her back off my cock and looked at her face. She lowered her eyes and looked down, subserviently, and that made it even hotter. "You have pleased me, slave." I enjoyed saying that, but I feared she would not like it now that I had finished. Kris shuddered and looked happy, her eyes dancing with what appeared to be delight. "Now go to my room and get naked and lie on the bed. Don't you move until I tell you to." Nodding Kris stood up and scooted out of the room on her tip-toes. I sat there for a moment wondering what I planned on doing. Charlotte could wake up any second. I didn't want her to know what was going on, but I needed to see Kris naked. I wanted to fuck her very badly, even after a blow-job. Midlife Crises I stood and slowly walked to my bedroom, the one I had generously given to this girl for the week, the one she was supposedly stripping in for me right now. I paused outside the closed door and took a few deep breathes. I still felt the warm glow of an orgasm tingling along my nerves, my cock was resting cozily in my pants once more, self-satisfied and moist from her mouth. I stood there imagining what was on the other side of that door, her nudity, her self-imposed slavery, the emotional threshold I was about to cross. Then I simply opened the door and crossed that barrier, moving into a new version of myself. I was going to fuck someone other than my wife for the first time in over twenty years. I had given her enough time. Kris was stretched out on my bed naked. My breath caught in my throat. She was stunning. Her pale skin was creamy and flawless, as I had dreamed, her body lean with no trace of cellulite. Her muscles showed taut and smooth beneath the soft sheath of her skin. She held her arms over her head as if she were bound at the corners of the mattress, her feet spread to the bottom corners as well. Her breasts, small already, were pulled almost flat by her position, leaving her hard nipples poking up from the swell of her bosom. Her stomach was hollow and smooth with muscle, her hips prominent and fragile looking. She shaved her pubic hair into a little landing strip about two inches long and one wide. It forced one to look at her bare, exposed lips, her pussy curled into itself delicately. I had never seen anyone look so appealing before. Her eyes were half-shut, her mouth open slightly, her cheeks pink with passion. She looked ready to faint she seemed so aroused. "Show me your cunt." I said harshly. My voice was deep and strained sounding, and I loved the authoritative way it sounded. I liked being rude to her. It made me feel empowered to be masterful after years of feeling neglected and disdained. Kris reached down both hands and pried open her pussy lips showing me the pink opening between the folds. I stepped forward and peered inside, seeing the glistening wetness her lust created. This girl was actually wet for me. That felt new and wonderful. "I want to watch you masturbate." I said. And I did. I pulled up a chair I used to throw clothes on and sat it right at the foot of the bed. Kris began to play with her slit, sliding one finger up and down her groove, while her other hand massaged her clit, rubbing in little circles. I had often wanted to watch my wife do this, but she wouldn't let me. Now I could sit rapt as a woman pleasured herself at my command. With both her arms between her out flung legs Kris's breasts were pressed close together and her mounds looked much more substantial now, her nipples aching to be sucked. One of Kris's fingers slipped inside and she fucked herself with it while she used one finger to tease her clit, pulling back the hood with two fingers leaving the middle finger to tickle the delicate bundle of nerves now fully exposed. I watched her masturbate mesmerized by the fingers dancing over her folds and dipping into her slit. It was sensual and filthy and everything I'd dreamed. I knew I should make her do something else, something filthy and degrading, but I just wanted to fuck her so badly that I pulled off my pants and underwear and climbed on the bed. I didn't even ask her, she was my slave, so I positioned myself between her legs and pushed her hands away. I shoved my cock into that young girl's pussy and pressed inward as far as I could. She was incredible tight compared to Marina. I had to go slow to ease further in than the first few inches. Kris was gasping and biting her lip her eyes imploring me to take my time and let her get used to me, but I couldn't hold back. I wanted to be as far inside her as possible. When I bottomed out, most of my cock wedged inside her I still pressed deeper, hard, making her whimper. It felt glorious to be inside a woman. Nothing else like that feeling exists to my knowledge. It is the sweetest place to be in the world. I strained to fit my whole cock inside her and soon I felt her muscles relax and I was able to get all the way inside. I didn't start fucking, I just wanted to feel her under me. I could feel her heat, her slippery wet walls caressing my shaft. Her legs wrapped around my hips, a lewd embrace that made my heart sing. Her hand pressed against my belly holding me at bay, just lightly, her other hand was now on my buttocks urging me on. Her belly brushed mine slightly and I relaxed and leaned down over her pressing my chest to hers, feeling her breasts hot and soft against my ribs. Then I kissed her mouth. Not lovingly, but possessively, claiming her mouth as my own. I licked and nipped and kissed her mouth passionately. I was beside myself with joy to be fucking her. And then I did. I began to move my hips, easing myself out of her tight grip and plunging back in. It was bliss. Kris began to fuck back her lithe body lifting to meet my thrusts, her wriggling hips working under mine to maximize my pleasure. "Keep rubbing your clit." I ordered. I wanted her to cum for me. I wasn't sure she would. Young woman often can't I understood, but I wanted to see her try. I looked down at her soft breasts, patchy and red from my movements and suddenly I wanted to possess them as well. Even while still fucking her I reached out my hand and began to massage and knead her tits. I pulled the nipples and mauled her chest. I was aggressive and the harder I squeezed her the more inflamed she seemed to get. She urged me on with each deep moan and soon I was slamming my cock into her and grinding my fingers into her tits. I began to bite her neck and I had to hold myself back from tearing flesh. She loved the mistreatment; she made it clear with a little whispered "Yes." And sexy moaning. I worried we might wake Charlotte but it felt too good to stop. Then I wanted to switch. I pulled out surprising her and I demanded that she get on her hands and knees. She complied immediately and thrust her ass in the air, her hands by her head, but her head resting on the bed. I entered her for a second time and gripped her buttocks and powered into her. Marina wouldn't fuck doggie style after Charlotte was born. She felt no man should have sex with the mother of his child like that. Well this was no mother of my children so I fucked the shit out of her, pulling her back onto my cock while I rammed into her from behind. I ordered Kris to keep masturbating and I felt her fingers brush my balls as I drove deeply into her soaking slot. The air was full of the sound of the bed moving, the slap of our flesh meeting and our heavy breathing. If Charlotte woke up there would be no mistaking what was happening in here so I allowed myself to let go and start to cum. Years of quickies when the girls were young made this easy. I felt my orgasm coming on and I realized I wanted to do something humiliating to Kris. I wanted to do to her what I couldn't do to Marina, what I had always wanted to try with someone after I first saw it in a porno. I wanted to cum on Kris's face. I didn't ask her permission, I didn't negotiate it, I just ordered her to get off my bed and sit on her haunches. She complied as quickly as she could and held open her mouth with her tongue out. I knew then that this had happened to her before. I looked down at Kris and watched her face as my sperm began to spurt out over her, but emotionally, in my heart, it was Marina ordered by the judge to take this in lieu of all the sex she had denied me over the years. Kris held her mouth open, but I aimed my cum at her cheeks, her eyes her forehead, anywhere but that open, willing mouth. I didn't have much cum, but it looked amazing glistening on her pale skin. When I finished shooting I stuffed my cock in her mouth and she lapped at it, sucking the last drops from my wilting member. I was beat. I had cum twice in short amount of time for me, and I was spent. When I could take it no longer I pulled out of her mouth and sat on the bed. I didn't tell her to get up so she remained where she was. I hadn't seen her cum yet, but I felt wonderful. She sat quietly catching her breath, not looking at me, my sperm dribbling down her face. There wasn't much of a load there, but it was enough to make her look slutty and used, which in turn made her look amazing to me. I loved looking at her, her small frame, her dark hair, her delicate features so pretty and vulnerable. I started getting hard just looking at her face dappled with my cum. I knew Charlotte would be up soon so I said. "You should have a shower and wash that off." "If it pleases you Master I would remain as I am, your essence coating me." She did look up at me then, her pale eyes questioning me. "Char might see it and wonder." Reaching up a small hand she began to smear my cum around on her face, rubbing it into her soft skin. In a moment there was little left except a sheen glinting in the morning light from the partially closed drapes. "I suppose that should do it." With that I got my robe and went and had a shower, unsure how to feel about a teenage girl wearing my spunk on her face all day. Mostly it felt good. Dirty and loving folded into one. I opted not to care. I took a shower and when I came out Kris was once more in her yoga pants and tank top looking disheveled and like she had just woken up. She was drinking water while Charlotte ate cereal and talked about her great sleep. I was vaguely embarrassed to know that my daughter was so close to my sperm as it sat on Kris' face, what if they kissed? Girlfriends kissed didn't they? I had to shake it off and engage with the girls. We said good mornings all around and Kris and I pretended we had not seen each other since last night. My cock throbbed with the memory of being inside her yet I acted as if she had not offered herself to me as my slave. The rest of the day they went out and Charlotte caught up with her friends and I was alone. My mind turned again and again to Kris and her amazing body, the few words she had said to me and what I was going to do about them. By bedtime that night I had gone round and round in my mind as to what I could use a sex slave for. The potential was endless, and I often doubted myself. I wondered if she meant for this to continue, what it meant about her and ultimately how this would affect me. I realized that I was more than willing to subject this girl to my basest whims. I really was willing to use her for my pleasure with little regard for her feelings. I almost didn't care. This was very new to me. I wasn't a callus person. I had always put women on a pedestal and considered myself a progressive feminist man. However all those thought about treating woman with respect and compassion were dried up and burnt out of me after years of emotional anguish and mental abuse. My marriage had been really hard for a long time. I know Marina felt the same way about me, I had an equal share in the failure of our relationship, but specifically I felt emasculated by our last years together and Kris offed a type of redemption. I simply felt I deserved some happiness. I gave no thought to how it would feel to be Kris. I assumed then and feel now that she got a great deal of sexual pleasure from abdicating control of her body to another. So when everyone went to bed that night I lay on the couch and watched the clock. After half an hour I made my way to my bedroom to make use of the willing slave waiting for me there. I opened the door and saw Kris on her knees on the hardwood a few feet inside the door, naked, her hands behind her back thrusting out her breasts,. A single bedside lamp glowing in the otherwise dark room. Seeing her patiently waiting for me, knowing I would come for her got my dick swelling in my shorts immediately. I closed the door behind me and went to her. I pulled my shorts down and stuffed my semi-hard cock in her face. Not in her mouth, but I began to rub it all around her face. I wanted to fuck her skin it was so beautiful. I quickly became hard as I stroked my member over her cheeks, those smooth planes of creamy flesh looked and felt so marvelous. I couldn't hold out long however and I fed my cock into her mouth. Kris swallowed me and began to suck my head making me tingle with pleasure. She proceeded to give me the wettest sloppiest blow-job I had ever received. She gathered a mouthful of saliva and the squishy moist sounds enhanced the experience immeasurably. Her mouth felt amazing. She held her lips tight around my head and bobbed her head along my shaft coating me in her drool. A trickle of spit dribbled down her chin and onto her breasts glinting in the light and getting me even hotter. Her hands remained behind her back while she blew me, which made me feel even more powerful somehow. I fought to hold off an orgasm, I was enjoying her attention far too much to let it end so soon. As I approached climax I pulled out of her mouth and returned to smearing my cock around her face. It felt empowering to debase her like this. Her face showed no emotion other than lust, she was the perfect picture of need and desire but there was this neutrality to her expression that made me want to affect her. I wanted to shatter her calm demeanor and see her feel something other than this almost plastic passion. I wanted something deeper, something more real. I wanted to see her cum. "Get on the end of the bed." She quickly got to her feet and moved over to the bed. She sat on the end and I got on my knees in front of her. I reached up and pushed her hard and she fell back on the bed. I lifted her legs up and out exposing her little pink cunt to my gaze. I dove in and began to eat her pussy. Oh my God was it good. She had this slight metallic and musky taste that drove me crazy. I couldn't get enough of the feel of her slippery little lips. I ran my tongue all around her folds, poking inside her ring of muscle and then when I could wait no more I found her clit and flicked it quickly with my tongue. I loved going down on a woman and considered myself pretty good at it, Marina used to love it, but as I swirled my tongue around Kris's pussy I could feel she wasn't into it. She would moan once in a while and quiver when I really focused on her clit but it clearly wasn't getting her going as much as she had been moments before. I tried reaching up and squeezing her breasts and pulling her nipples. That got more reaction but still wasn't getting her as hot as she had been. I stopped after ten minutes of so, my tongue growing fatigued and my jaw a little sore. "What's going on, don't you like this?" I asked. Kris lifted up on her elbows and looked down at me her face looking embarrassed. "I can't cum like that. I like it fine, but I can't cum from oral." She sat up even further as I moved back onto my haunches. "I am a slave. I get pleasure from giving pleasure. I want you to use me and abuse me.' "Can you cum at all?" "Yes! Oh god yes. I cum like crazy when men dominate me. The more aggressive and crazy things get the more I cum." "Crazy like what?" "Um, well... I think the hardest I ever came was this one time a Master I had spanked me in a crowded food court. That was insane. He pulled my panties down and my skirt up and exposed my ass to everyone and he slapped my butt until I came. Then we just walked out before security got there. I had cum leaking down my legs as he dragged me out of there." "Holy shit! That is nuts" I was stunned. I didn't think I could do something like that, the risk seemed too great. But the competitive part of me wanted to try. Instantly all these visions of fucking this girl in public flooded my brain. I wanted all my friends to see me use her. I wanted them to know I could land a hottie like her. "So you are saying that you are game for pretty much anything I want?" I asked. "I told you, you are my Master. I have no choice but to obey you." She slipped off the bed and began to suck my cock again. I stroked her hair as I pondered what to do to her. Her mouth was distracting but it was a fun exercise thinking of ways to humiliate this little slut. As I sat there getting another fabulous blow-job from this amazing, sexy teenager I could only think of all my friends and how we all bemoaned the little sluts out there that we could never bang. Here I was doing what we had all wished about for years. I started to talk out loud. "You like sucking cock little girl? You like to have a big man's dick inside your dirty little mouth? Kris nodded while still taking me deep into her throat. "What if I gave you all the dick you could handle? All my friends would love to fuck you. I bet you would just love to show them what a little whore you are, Slave." Kris moaned and began to rub her clit and bobbing her mouth over me faster and faster. I could feel my balls tightening up getting ready to shoot a tonne of cum. "I'm going to tell them you are a slave with no rights and no pride. I'll tell them you are just a little fuck toy and that they should do any filthy thing they want to you. Would you like that slut?" Kris gurgled something positive sounding while my cock filled her mouth. I stood up holding her head to my crotch with big handfuls of hair. Talking like an asshole was getting me really horny. My cock ached to shoot cum all over her. Scrambling to keep me in her mouth Kris got to her knees without dropping me from her mouth. I began to pump my hips, driving my cock deep into her face and Kris opened up and took it like a champ. She had one hand on my shaft stopping me from hurting her, I think, while the other hand fucked her pussy frantically. The way she was getting off on my abuse broke some kind of damn in me. I began to spew hateful spite down over her. Years of anger toward my wife surfaced just then and I became someone I had never known lived inside me. "Take that cock you piece of shit." I hissed between my teeth, driving my cock into her mouth and squeezing her head in my hands or pulling her hair. "I'm gonna fucking fuck your skull you whore. You fucking cum lusting spunk bucket. I'm gonna drown you in a sea of my cum your filthy little slut. Take it you knob gobbling bitch. Take that fucking cock slut. Take all my fucking cock you goddamn whore. Drool flew out of Kris's mouth and she gagged once in a while. When she did I pulled out of her mouth and slapped her cheek with my wet prick leaving streaks of slime on her skin. I couldn't speak anymore and I started jacking off over her face like they do in porno. Kris waggled her tongue under my head and looked up at me desperate for my sperm. I shot a spurt of jism across her nose and forehead, a long stream of thick spunk that made her flinch. More and more I spattered across her delicate features, her cute angel face soon painted with my hot cum. Kris tried as hard as she could to catch it in her mouth but I was trying to hit her face and finally when I stopped pumping my shaft she took me in her mouth and sucked what cum she could from my knob. When I could take no more I pushed her back and sat on the bed. I looked at her coated in my sperm and I felt filthy and glorious at the same time. Guilt fought with pride for dominance in my heart. I sat and enjoyed the view of her sperm spackled face and told her to eat it all. She began to slide a finger through the mess and then suck it off her digit. My cock stayed at full attention as she savored my spunk. My erection had no intention of going anyplace. I sat watching this spectacular looking teenager hungrily slurping my sperm from her face and fingers and my cock got even harder. Midlife Crises This was a living fantasy; a young girl so hot for my cum that she would do anything to get it. It seemed insane to think things like this happened outside of movies. As Kris swiped the last big globules of spunk from her face I grabbed her by the hair, being as careful as I could to not actually hurt her, and I took her over to my balcony window. I opened the sliding doors and pushed her out by her head, still holding her. It was a bit chilly outside, but I was too hot inside to care. I pushed her against the railing and made her face the courtyard below. My apartment is on the third and top floor of my building. The whole place is a horseshoe. To the left is the closed end, to the right the street. I am two thirds of the way toward the street. I bent her over the railing and spread her legs. Then I shoved my cock into her dripping wet cunt and we both sighed loudly as we were joined. I looked out over my neighbors apartments. It was eleven o'clock, not too late, but everyone was inside. I could watch them doing dishes, watching T.V. talking to each other. As they went about the same lives they had been living since I moved in six months ago I did something so out of character as to make it feel like I was living inside of another person's body. I fucked a teenaged girl, the friend of my eldest daughter, the same daughter who slept with her window overlooking my activities. It was so filthy, depraved and shockingly unlike me that I could already feel another orgasm building in my balls. I drove myself into Kris's tight little body, gripping her small firm ass with one hand while I squeezed her small tits with the other. I clutched at her flesh intently, meaning to hurt her a little bit. I wanted her to feel fucked. I needed to be sure she would remember this night the way I would, for the rest of my life. I gave in to the animal inside me. An angry beast that wanted to fuck the living shit out of any woman. Every woman. This was not a part of my regular thinking, but it obviously lived someplace inside me because I pounded that little girl. Her moans were muted and she whimpered constantly as I bruised her tits and ass with my strong hands. She gasped as I drove my cock into her yielding pussy harder than I had ever fucked anyone. I was sure that soon one of my neighbors would come out on their balcony for a smoke or something, and I couldn't tell if I was trying to finish before that happened, or if I was waiting for it. I was trembling with the power of my approaching climax and Kris was bucking and trembling below me in what I thought might be a series of orgasms that came and went over and over. I felt like a king punishing this slave of mine and making her cum. The sound of our flesh slapping echoed off the walls of the building and the lewdness of it made me even hornier. Then, as I knew would happen eventually, a person came outside. It was an old man that lived across the way from me. I saw him periodically, but didn't really know him. He came onto his balcony and I knew in the way my body reacted that I had wanted this to happen. I felt Kris notice him as well, and she began to whimper with lust as I fucked her even more frantically. One tiny part of my brain wondered if Charlotte would hear us, but it was too late to worry. I pulled out of Kris and she made the saddest sound I'd ever heard, but I was unmoved. I pulled her hair and forced her head down to my cock. I did hurt her then, I found out later, but I didn't notice at the time. I just started to fuck her face like I had been her cunt and in moments I began to cum once more. I pulled out of her mouth and jacked off over her pale features once more mingling my fresh hot cum with the cooling mess already on her face. I unloaded my balls onto her skin, the lights from the courtyard glowing on her face and making my cum glint like gold as it rained down over her smooth features. I sprayed her without any care for where it landed so Kris managed to get most of it near her mouth or on her outstretched tongue. It felt like my orgasm went of forever, and when she finally took me back into her mouth I still felt another shuddering, clenching orgasm even though I was done spurting cum. I grabbed her head and held her over my cock as I shoved myself as deep into her throat as I could. I hugged her there and looked over at my neighbor. He stood watching us, his face white and frozen. He didn't move as I gagged poor Kris with my cock and when she finally pulled back for air I saw the old man nodding his silent approval. I wiped my cock on Kris's face like a swordsman cleaning his blade on his enemy's cloak and I once more took Kris by the hair I forced her to stand and I turned her to the old man. I grabbed her tits and showed him they belonged to me. I shoved a finger into her pussy and showed him how horny she was by rubbing her clit and making her gasp and her legs buckle. Only then did I go back inside. Kris followed a few moments later. When she entered and closed the sliding door I was already dressing. I felt disgusted by what we had done, but the disgust was inextricably entwined with a perverted lust so profound that I wished I could cum again already. I might have been able to get another erection, but I felt too guilty to try. "You okay?" I asked Kris, frightened of her answer, whichever way she would respond. "That was fucking hot Master. I loved that!" She came to me and knelt at my feet, her stained face turned up to me, her eyes glowing with passion and adoration. "You made me your own. I feel so used. It is amazing. I think you pulled some hair out, my scalp is tingling." "Oh shit. I'm so sorry." "Please don't be. I am so satisfied. I feel like jello. That was one of the best fucks I have ever had Master. Thank you." She looked utterly drained and I felt the same. I had to assume she was happy so I nodded and left her there on the floor shivering with the aftereffects of what looked like multiple orgasms and a face full of my spunk. I slept fitfully on the couch, my dreams full of Kris and her face looking up at me from between my legs. In the morning I woke and had a shower feeling vaguely dirty still. When I entered the kitchen after dressing the girls were all there giggling and clattering around the table with bowls of cereal and cups of coffee. "What's so funny?" I asked. All the girls were in their pajamas, and Kris looked adorable in a pair of loose men's boxer shorts, a faded black t-shirt that was so thin and tight I could make out the shape of her soft nipples, the slight puffy lift of them somehow even hotter than the usual points of hardened flesh. "You have some pervy neighbors Dad." Charlotte said. "Last night after we all went to bed somebody was having really loud sex someplace. I could hear it out in the courtyard." They all giggled again, and Kris avoided looking at me, yet I saw her nipples began to harden beneath the flimsy materiel of her shirt. "Okay, it's natural. No need to get all silly about it. It's a free country." The three teenagers continued to joke among themselves and I ate and listened with the detached air of an indulgent father, or so I hoped. I was actually wondering how to get Kris alone once more and what to do with her. The girls had a plan to go shopping for new Spring clothes so I realized I would be on my own for a while. When they all left I checked my e-mail and puttered around killing time. Then I decided to call my best friend Derrick and test the waters on some kind of party where I could make Kris a slave for all of them. Derrick and I caught up about having the girls stay and I mentioned Kris coming home with Charlotte. Derrick took the bait right away asking, "So is she hot?" "Dude, she is one of the sexiest little minxes I have ever seen." "Goddam! That must suck. I bet she is parading around in next to nothing driving you nuts!" "Oh she does. She wears as little as possible. Actually she is really sexy. And very open minded." "What do you mean?" He asked, sensing I had something to say." "What would you say if I told you I've fucked her?" "I would say bullshit." "I wouldn't blame you. So what if I told you she would fuck you... if I told her to." "What?" "She is some kind of kinky submissive. She likes to be ordered around. She calls me Master and will do anything I tell her to." "Anything?" He asked sarcastically, his disbelief readily apparent. "I fucked her on my balcony overlooking the courtyard last night. When I came I shot it on her face, in front of the old guy that lives across the way." "C'mon!" "When I told her I was going to let all my friends fuck her she started going nuts. This girl is the real deal. A fucking nympho slut in a hot teenager body. I won the lottery my friend, and I want to share the wealth." There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. "I don't get it." He finally said. "Don't get what." "The joke. Are you kidding? I'm not sure how this is funny." "That's because it isn't a joke. You want proof?" "Yes." "I'll get back to you then. Can you get away for any time this afternoon?" "Probably." "I'll call you later. Be ready to meet me someplace." We said goodbye and I texted Charlotte telling her to make sure everyone had my number in case of emergency, and asking if I needed to get more keys cut so everyone had a way into the apartment if I went out. Just Dad Stuff to cover my real intent. After a few minutes, in which Char replied that extra keys would be great, I got a text from Kris simply saying "Yes Master". I didn't enter her name in my phone. I wrote Slave. I asked where they were and what they were doing. She told me which Mall they were in and that they were clothes shopping. I told her to be ready to go to the bathroom when I said and to meet me in the parking lot for a special treat. I phoned Derrick again. "How soon can you be at Riverheights Mall?" "I guess half an hour. Look man, you are really pushing this. The joke isn't funny." "Just get there and meet me on the North side parking lot." "There is nothing there." "Exactly." I hung up adding to the cryptic quality of the whole thing. I was starting to have a ball. Half an hour later I was parked at the far end of a short row of cars scattered around the end of the parking lot. This end of the Mall was a huge department store that not many people went to anymore. The lot was the quietest and least full of the Mall. As I waited for Derrick I saw only three people walk in or out of the store doors. As soon as I saw his car I texted Kris to come out that store and bring her slut mouth. I thought she would like the filthy aspect of it. Derrick pulled his car in beside mine facing the other way. We both spoke through our open driver's side windows. "Okay what is going on? Why are we here? Are you on drugs?" He laughed but something in his demeanor told me he was actually a little concerned that I might be on drugs. "No drugs, but in a few moments your mind is going to be blown. And that's not all." "You are totally fucking with me, and if it wasn't so rare that you did it I would be getting mad by now." "You are going to owe me so big for this man. So big." I was grinning ear to ear now, truly loving the fact that he was twisting so much on the hook while I knew that he was about to get a blowjob from the sexiest teen girl either of us had ever seen. After a few more minutes of him begging me to tell him what was going on, and me laughing more and more at his frustration I saw Kris come out of the Mall. She looked around squinting in the bright sun and I got out of my car and leaned on the hood, my driver's door still open. "What?" Derrick asked. Kris saw me and started walking over. We were parked about fifty feet from the doors, and once more there was no-one around in the nearly empty lot, just us. Derrick saw Kris walking over and shut up to stare at her. She was wearing a short black skirt that almost showed her ass cheeks, tall knee high socks in black and pink stripes, old lady granny boots, in black, a black tank top with her pink bra peeking out over the top drawing attention to her squished together boobs. Over the tank top she had a pink hoodie with black skulls all over it. She looked exactly like what she was, an angst ridden teen with Daddy issues. When it became clear she was heading toward us Derrick began to look at me confused. He still couldn't let himself believe it. When she got to us Kris looked at Derrick and at me and said "Hi." In a soft voice. "Hello slut." I said, and she relaxed and started to really look at Derrick, now certain why she was here. Derrick for his part looked stunned by my greeting. "Slave this is my best friend. He doesn't believe me that you are my Slave. Show him. Kris dropped to her knees on the concrete and nuzzled her head against me crotch. Derrick gaped at us and then looked around to see if we could get caught. "Alright Derrick, now you know I wasn't kidding, so open your door, and sit with your legs outside the car. Kris is going to do what all those other little sluts tease us with." Derrick did as I said, his face looking stunned. "Slave, crawl over there and use that mouth for what it is good at." By the time Kris got to Derrick crawling on her hands and knees, he was sitting facing her. Kris got to him and reached for his crotch. Derrick looked at me like he was about to get arrested for this, but I just smiled. Kris got his cock out and started to suck him off. Derrick stared at her intently. I'm not sure he was even feeling anything; he was so engrossed in watching her pretty, heavily made up face swallowing his prick. With his hands on the door-frame and the seat Derrick braced himself and accepted her offering. Kris bobbed her head all along his now fully hard shaft and made a real show out of how much she enjoyed having him in her mouth. She moaned and smacked her lips and stroked his shaft eagerly, a perfect little cocksucker. I couldn't hold out and I went over and pulled her skirt over her ass exposing her tiny black panties with pink lace edgings. I pulled down her panties and Derrick watched me as I began to stroke her slit from behind. Kris groaned and started sucking Derrick faster. Derrick started to moan too as her mouth drove him crazy. He kept his hands where they were as if he were afraid to touch Kris. I pulled out my cock and eased it into Kris's steaming wet cunt. I began to fuck her and she gasped and whimpered with delight, really putting on a show for Derrick. My best friend and I fucked that perfect teenaged slave in the parking lot of a downtown Mall in the bright Spring sunlight. It was utterly insane. The harder I fucked Kris the harder she sucked Derrick and he was obviously close to cumming. He took her head in his hands and started to buck his hips filling her with his rod. "Fuck that little mouth. This slut loves it. Fill her face with cum and she will swallow all of it. She is a cum hungry whore, aren't you slave?" Kris moaned her affirmation and took Derrick all the way in, her nose buried in his pubic hair. I loved how obedient Kris was being and I felt honest pride at her behavior. My orgasm began to build as I pounded her little pussy from behind, driving her mouth down onto my best friend's cock. That was it for Derrick; he started to shot off inside her mouth. He hissed and grunted as he filled her face with spunk and Kris moaned her delight and swallowed his load. That set me off and I pulled out and started to jack of over her ass. I sprayed my jizz all over her pale white ass cheeks, her succulent orbs quivering as my sperm painted her rear end. I think Kris started cumming then, her whole body tensed and she trembled all over while we coated her inside and out in hot cum. I sat back and put myself back inside my pants while Kris shuddered and slurped on Derrick until he asked her to stop. Kris sat back on her haunches, my cum dripping down her butt and she looked back at me to see what I wanted. "You may go slave." I said. Kris stood, her panties still around her thighs, she showed Derrick her trimmed beaver and pulled up her underwear over her sperm glazed asscheeks. My load pasted her panties to her glorious ass and she showed Derrick as she took her time arranging them over her sweet cheeks. Then she pulled down her skirt and walked away with two loads of cum in or on her. Derrick gaped after her, then stood and tucked his cock away as he watched her walk all the way back to the Mall. "Holy fuck man!" he said and I smiled at him. "So here's my plan." I said and Derrick turned to hear what I had to say. We discussed my plan and went and had lunch. Derrick was sold after having felt what Kris could do. We divided the tasks and went our separate ways, both grinning like school boys. In two days we were going to share my new toy with the guys. When the girls got home from the Mall they began to try on their new clothes and show me the new toys they had bought for school and what not. Kris saved the best for last. She allowed my daughters to do a fashion show for me, the new jeans and dresses and what not, but with my girls it was really about showing each other. With Kris it was about showing me, and me not showing I was paying attention. It was really fun actually. When Kris finished putting on her last outfit my cock jumped to life when she came into the living room. I was sitting next to Keela, who was leaning on me having just picked apart and celebrated Charlotte's last outfit. I had to keep utterly still and not betray my reaction because my youngest daughter sat pressed against my side. It was really difficult. Kris walked out in a tiny skirt that was almost a leather bikini bottom with a large poof of black tulle, like a ballet tutu bursting from the bottom seam. The top was so low her hip bones showed over top and if she had allowed her all pubic hair to grow it would have peeped over the top of the waist band. There were clasps and buckles all over it that didn't seem to attach to anything, and if she had bent over her ass would be exposed below the bottom hem. She wore black fishnets with garters that disappeared under the explosion of black mesh tulle. The stockings caressed her long, lean legs down to her knee-high lace up sneakers. They looked like run of the mill canvas sneakers on the bottom but they were really tall and somehow both childish and sexy. Her top was a bright pink tank top that was criss-crossed with black leather straps that seemed to go nowhere and do nothing other than squeeze her breasts up and out and accentuate her narrow waist and hint at possible ways to tie her up. That outfit was sexy and provocative without being overt, but what made my cock so hard that I was worried my daughters would see it were the leather accessories Kris wore. They were simple enough, two plain black straps of leather around her wrists and throat, but each had one stainless steel loop around them indicating her desire to be bound and leashed. I knew that is what they were for because I knew about that part of her. Anyone else might just think they were fashion accessories. "Wow Kris... that is something." I commented as dryly as I could. I knew she would get it, and Keela added the perfect tone when she said. "Don't be a prude Dad. This is totally cool right now. I think she looks hot." It ensured that I had gotten away with my deception. I couldn't wait to fuck that little nymph. Kris looked scrumptious. The girls planned to go to a party that night. Where I'm from eighteen year olds are allowed to drink alcohol, so first they wanted to have some wine before they went out. The two older girls drank and dressed while Keela had a glass of wine with me and we talked about drinking responsibly and I told her about how to take one drink then a glass of water and alternate all night. Midlife Crisis I love my job. I'm the only woman (Thank you, God!) and the greater part of my job is dealing with truck drivers all day. Now, while most of them are not anyone I'd be interested in, they are great for my almost-forty year old ego, always flirting with me and telling me how great I look and stuff like that. They are great guys and lots of fun to joke and flirt with. Last fall I started having a mid-life crisis. Things at home had been going steadily downhill for the last few years and I started wondering "Is this all there is?" I'd never cheated on my husband in 13 years and had never even been tempted. But then I met this guy at work. (Yes, a truck driver.) He would come in once in a while and flirt with me. I don't know what it was about him, but I just felt this undeniable sexual chemistry with him. I had to go to a 2-day seminar for work in a town about two hours from where I live. I decided to let the company pay for me to stay in a hotel rather than make the commute for day two of the seminar. I told him I would be at this hotel and that if he could stop by I'd buy him a drink and we could talk. I told him right up front that he wasn't getting laid, because I didn't want him to be disappointed if, after getting to know him better, I decided not to do anything. I had asked him what he liked to drink and made a stop at the liquor store on the way back to the hotel that afternoon. I got to the room, which was very nice. It had a king-sized bed and a little sitting area with a love seat and chair, etc. Anyway, I got back to the room and took a nice long bath, shaving all the appropriate areas. (I know, I said I wasn't going to fuck him, but still--it's nice to be prepared.) I ordered something to eat from the restaurant next door to the hotel and was walking across the parking lot to pick it up just as he was arriving. He's pretty tall--over six foot and I'm only 5'0 (I love tall guys!) I made some comment about him being so tall and kind of took hold of his arm, leaning into him. And the most amazing thing happened--I felt myself getting wet. This was the first time I had ever even touched him. At work, I deal with the drivers through a window. We went back to the room, I fixed him a drink and we sat down on the love seat and started talking. I asked him what his story was. He had married an older woman (he's 36--she's 45) who no longer cared about having sex. He'd been involved in a long-term affair, but had gotten caught and it was over. He insinuated that he'd like to find someone to play with on a long-term basis. In the course of the conversation he told me he never even got a kiss at home and I guess that did it for me. I turned to face him on the love seat, with my legs curled up beside him. I leaned over and kissed him and Oh, my God! It was like the first really great kiss you ever get in your life. It was all tongue and SO passionate. His mouth was warm and soft, he tasted great and it was wonderful. We kissed for a while and he started playing with my nipples through my shirt, pinching and pulling on them. Then, because I'm a redhead, he asked me if my pussy hair was red. I laughed and said: "A natural redhead? You didn't think you were going to get THAT lucky did you?" Then I smiled, "It isn't red, but it's shaved." The look on his face was priceless. He undid my jeans and slipped his hand down the front of my panties. His fingers brushed the small triangle of neatly trimmed hair at the very top, then ventured further to where everything was smoothly shaved. Then he slid a finger inside me. It slipped in easily because I'd been turned on ever since the first contact in the parking lot. He looked at me, surprised. "You're wet." he said. I just looked at him with a totally innocent expression and asked, "Is that a problem?" "No, not at all." he said, looking rather pleased with the whole situation. I stood up and pulled off my clothes and he seemed thrilled to find a black thong and matching bra under the jeans and T-shirt. I sat on his lap, straddling him and we started kissing again. He took off my bra and started playing with my breasts. He pulled on my nipples, twisting them and then sucking and gently biting them. I was rubbing myself against him, sliding my satin-covered pussy back and forth against the bulge in his jeans. After a few minutes, I grabbed his hand and led him to the bed. We stripped and lay down and started kissing and groping each other. We got into a 69 position with me on top and he started eating me in a way that made me crazy. Unlike my husband, who is very light and feathery with his tongue, Eddie went right to it. His whole mouth was covering my pussy and he was basically sucking on it. It was so exquisite I thought I would die. I wanted to come so badly that I had to stop what I was doing to him and concentrate on coming. I was pushing myself down on his face, just grinding down on that fabulous tongue and those soft lips. He took my clit between his lips and sucked it hard and I came with an intensity that surprised me. I could feel the juice from my pussy dripping out and onto his face. I was soaked. I felt so bad--so naughty. It was a rush. After I came, I moved around to get at him better. He has a nice cock--good sized, but not too big. I started sucking him. Slow at first, long strokes with a really wet mouth, gradually getting faster and trying to take all of it. I could get close, but not all the way. He said, "Bite it, chew on it if you want me to come." It was like a jolt of electricity right to my pussy, hearing him say that. I looked up at him, not sure if he was serious. "OK." I said. "Tell me if I hurt you." And I started sucking and gnawing on him with total abandon. His hands were threaded through my hair and he was talking to me the whole time, telling me to suck harder and urging me to deep throat him. In no time at all he was coming in my mouth. It was the most delicious, wonderful thing. My husband likes oral sex, but he can never come that way. The few times in our married life that he's come in my mouth he has always had to help me, which is basically him jerking off in my mouth. I was so thrilled to have made a man come with just my mouth that the night could have ended then and there and I'd have been happy. I went and got our drinks and brought them back to the bed. We lay there talking for a while and before I knew it, he was hard again. Now, I haven't been with anyone who can get it up more than once a night in a long time, so this was turning out to be a great night all the way around for me. I straddled him and positioned his cock at the entrance to my pussy, which was positively dripping, and as I was sliding down on him he said, "Is it too small?" Yeah, right--fishing for compliments, huh? I said, "God, no--it's perfect." I loved the way he felt inside me, so hot and hard. He had this little habit that I found incredibly sexy where he would say, "What is it?" trying to get me to tell him what I liked and what I was feeling. I love dirty talk, although I never really do it at home because my husband doesn't care for it. But I was still a little shy and didn't want him to think I was a total freak, I guess. So I said some things, but not nearly as much as I would have liked to. I told him how good his cock felt and that I loved how deep it was inside me. I fucked him for a while, trying out different angles. I put both feet flat on the bed on either side of him, squatting, and raised up, sliding my cunt almost completely off his cock. He groaned with pleasure and moved my hands to my breasts. I cupped my breasts and started pinching and twisting my nipples. The squatting position was difficult to stay in, the muscles in my thighs were aching, so I sat back down and started rocking backward on his cock. I must have found a rhythm he liked because he told me he was going to come if I kept it up. I guess he was giving me a chance to change things up in case I wanted to keep fucking. But I just kept rocking back and forth with his big cock deep inside me and before long he grabbed my hips and moaned as he came hard inside me. Afterward I asked, "Is that 'girlfriend' position still open, and if so--who do I see about an interview?" He laughed and said, "You've got the job." We lay tangled up with each other for a while and he had to get up and leave. That was four months ago and we haven't managed to get together again since. But I call him almost every day on the cell phone and talk dirty to him while he's driving. He tells me that as soon as he hears my voice on the phone he gets hard as a rock. He tells me lots of nasty things he wants me to do and I am so hot for him I can't wait to see him and do all the things we talk about. Midlife Crisis Warning: absolutely no sex whatsoever. Also, potentially squeamish material but I think it will be worth your read. The story is like nothing I've ever seen on this site. Just four days until Saturday. I'll concede there is some possibility I'm having a mid-life crisis. I don't think that's the case, but it is possible. Saturday morning my wife is taking the kids to see her parents for spring break. Saturday afternoon I'm finally getting together with Krystal. We've been building up to this for months and I've been building up to this for years. Jenna was terrific when we met and married but we've been drifting apart for quite some time now. What used to be an exciting and fulfilling sex life has dwindled to the point where I don't look forward to it the way I used to. It used to be a focal point for our time together. Now it's something I know I want to do, but I don't quite remember why. There is no question in my mind why I wanted to do it with Krystal. Just thinking about being with her gives me an instant erection, something I have to work hard to avoid when I see her at work. We've been flirting for quite a few months now. I think I finally developed the courage to approach her when I bought my new Porsche. I saw her admiring it and offered her a ride. She is very attractive and has the wonderful body you might expect from a twenty-five-year old. Not that Jenna has let herself go, but Krystal has that young body that she loves to show off with tight, scant clothes that just barely qualify as business attire. When I hit forty, I realized this was the only body I would ever have and started to work out regularly, so I'm in pretty good shape myself. At forty-two, I realized there was no reason to wait any longer for that car I had always been longing for so I bought it. Sure, I can't take more than one passenger, but I felt so good driving it that there has never been any doubt in my mind that it was the right thing to do. Krystal has that exciting single's life and this weekend I'll get to share some of it with her. Hopefully I'll get to share a week of it. We have plans for dinner and a club Saturday night and I hope we'll get to do in the afternoon what I knew for sure we'll get to do later that night. What a difference that will be from the home life I seem to have drifted into. Soccer, drama club, the mall and I don't even want to think of all the other places I have to drive the girls. Jenna drives too, but it is all so time consuming. Bills to pay, repairs to make, clothes to pick up, seeing her parents was not what I thought I signed up for when I said, "I do." At least this time I won't have to visit her parents. That would almost have made my week even without the plans I have with Krystal. They never thought I was good enough for their daughter and in the 18 years I've known them I have never gotten any sense of real affection from them. They ought to give you a manual to read before you get married. You get a manual before you take the driver's test and driving is a lot easier than being married. When we got married Jenna was twenty five and had that body that Krystal has now and I was always looking to get her clothes off of it. Now it's sweatpants, white athletic socks and a frumpy old shirt she uses for cleaning or just sitting around and relaxing. You've heard of fuck-me pumps. This is her leave-me-alone outfit. Even if that was not the case, any passion we might want to express has to be done with the obstacle of two teenage girls in the house. I still love Jenna and I'm sure she still loves me but there is just something missing. Since I only get one chance in this life, I think I deserve it all and I think Krystal can supply a lot of what I've been missing. I don't know what to attribute this queasy feeling I have in my stomach to. I'm sure this is what I want to do and I don't think I'm having second thoughts. ***** Wednesday morning, I think I slept through the alarm. That wasn't a queasy feeling, I have serious stomach cramps. I've got to get to the bathroom before there is a real mess. It's so painful, I'm bent over on the way to the bathroom. Excuse me for the indelicacy, but I just realized what must have been the origin for the phrase, "Blow it out your ass." I'm nauseous, but at least I'm not barfing. I've got to get back to bed, I can barely stand up. It's so hard to get to sleep. I have to keep visiting the bathroom. The clock says 1:30 and it's light out so I guess it's afternoon. Even with all these covers I'm freezing. I duck my head under the covers to trap my warm breath in hopes of defeating this brutal chill. It works and I'm able to get my head back out so it doesn't smell so gross. I should get something to drink so I don't get dehydrated but I don't have the energy to make it downstairs and back up again. I hear a car door close outside and the voices of a man and a woman. Then I hear fumbling at the lock of the front door and the voices come inside. My God, Jenna has brought a man back to the house with her when she doesn't expect me to be here. She's having an affair. No wonder we don't seem to be getting along, she's having a damn affair and I'm about to catch them; so much for feeling any guilt. "Oh thank God, there you are. When I called you at work, they didn't know where you were and why you hadn't come in. I can't tell you all the horrible things I imagined had happened to you." She is accompanied by Ed Wilson. He lives three doors down. If she was so worried, why didn't she send him? Maybe because he doesn't have a key. "Well Jen, I can see that there are no burglars or anything so I'm going to head back home." Quick thinking Ed. She makes a phone call. "Roger is here. He's sick. He probably felt too bad to call and tell you he wouldn't be in. "Yeah, I'll call when I have a better idea of how long he'll be out. Bye." I guess if she knows I missed work and didn't call in, she wouldn't be stupid enough to bring a lover home. She walks over and runs her hand through my hair. "Poor baby." "Aaaa. Stop. It hurts." "What can I get you?" "Something to drink." "Have you had anything? Can you keep it down?" "I'm nauseous but I haven't barfed yet." "I'll get you some ginger ale. If we don't have any I'll run to the store to get it." My skin hurts from the pressure of the sheet. The skin on my face hurts from the pressure of the ambient air passing over it. All my muscles ache. She returns with a glass of ginger ale. I can't take more than a couple sips. My stomach is starting to hurt again. Then the need hits me and I rush to the bathroom. Back in bed I mercifully fall asleep. That is always my preference - to sleep through an illness and wake when I'm better. When I wake, she's there in her leave-me-alone outfit. She has a dish of lime Jell-o and a spoon for me. It smells good but I have an urgent need to return to the bathroom. This time it's really bad. By the time it's done pouring out my ass and I get in a quick wipe, I have to turn around and vomit on top of it. It's a long one and I can barely catch a breath but it keeps coming. It was so fast I didn't get it all in the bowl. Some is on the seat and some is on the floor. Shit, I have to go again and I don't have time to clean up. I've got barf on me but at least I manage to get everything into the bowl. I wipe my ass and there is Jenna on her knees with a warm wash cloth cleaning me up. She dries me off with a towel and helps me back to the bed. My head is killing me. Everything is killing me. "I'll be back. I need to go into the bathroom to clean up the rug." I don't have the energy to stay awake. It's getting dark. It's still light enough for me to see a glass of ginger ale on the night table. Just a couple sips. I feel it going down, it's so cold. It quickly reaches my stomach and my stomach isn't happy. It's starting to hurt again. I don't know which end will be up, but I know where I'm going. Both ends. But at least this time I don't mess the place up. The carpet is moist where I barfed on it before but it smells nice, certainly much better than I do. I get a brief respite before I hurl. I think that is the most appropriate description as it keeps coming out and there is nothing I can do to stop it. I feel a hand running down the back of my neck, soothing me. I don't know if my skin hurts because I'm mostly wrapped up in the violent contractions of my abdomen, my chest, my shoulders, my back. Mercifully, it ends and she hands me some toilet paper to wipe up with. I flush and she hands me a paper cup with mouthwash. I gargle and at least that incredibly nasty taste is gone. My throat is raw, but at least it tastes minty. Jenna helps me back to bed and before we can even talk, I'm asleep. The TV is on and I notice it's Law and Order. It must be after 10. Jenna notices that I'm awake, comes over and hands me the ginger ale. "Try it again. You want to try to avoid getting too dehydrated. That's how people get seriously ill from something like this." It feels like I'm seriously ill already but I know she means that dehydration can be life threatening. I can feel it going down again but it's not as painful as it hits my stomach. "Are you hungry at all? Can I get you some Jell-o?" "No thanks. Not hungry at all." "Anything I can do?" "No. What's the plot?" "Guy abused his wife, killed his young daughter but they couldn't prove it so he only got 15 years. He was run down by a hit and run and they've focused on his social worker from prison. The guy left his halfway house early and is living with a girlfriend who has kids, which he's forbidden to do." "Thanks." By the end, all the DAs are sure the social worker did it. I think it could have been her husband. Gee, I've managed to stay awake for half an hour. Maybe I'm getting better. I don't make it through the 11:00 news. Over the next few hours I make 4 more less eventful trips to the bathroom. That seems to be all that prevents me from sleeping non-stop. ***** Well, I made it through 'till morning. I have managed to consume almost one full glass of ginger ale. At this rate I wonder how many days it will take until I'm completely desiccated. I've got the chills again. Maybe I'll be freeze dried. I don't know how she knows I'm awake but here is Jenna with a fresh glass of ginger ale and a dish of Jell-o. This time I think I'll try to eat something. I take the dish and spoon and eat slowly. Jenna is at the closet and emerges with another blanket. I guess she can see me shivering. Damn, that was good. I suspect the fact that I could keep anything down is most of why it was good. I can't believe from a lousy little snack bowl I'm stuffed. I can only take a sip or two and nothing else will fit. She gets on the other side of the bed, tucks in behind me and puts her arms around me to share her warmth. The shivering subsides. I can hear the girls down in the kitchen having breakfast, getting ready for school. All this sleep and still I'm getting drowsy again. I awake some time later for yet another trip. It is so exhausting that I need to get back to bed to rest up for the trip downstairs. I want something to eat. As I'm resting, Jenna comes in the room. "What time is it? Don't you have to get to work?" "I took the day off so I could take care of you. You were too sick for me to leave you alone. Can I get you anything? Would you like some chicken broth or some toast?" "I think I'll stick with the Jell-o for now." My voice croaks. I think if I had vomited one or two more times, I'd have no voice left at all. While she's gone, I assess. All my muscles ache, my skin is still tender, my throat burns and I have no energy. The chills are gone. All in all, I feel a little better. I scarf the Jell-o, take a couple of sips and I don't feel awful. I don't feel good, but I don't feel awful. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" "No, I'm fine." Relatively speaking. We watch a little of the Tony Danza show but I'm not really paying attention. I'm starting to feel worse. This time I'm really hot. I throw off the extra blanket but I'm so hot I'm starting to drip. I don't know how she gets in and out of the room without me noticing but Jenna is back at my side placing a cool washcloth on my forehead. "I wasn't sure you could keep aspirin down so I figured this would help." It does. She makes three more trips to refresh the washcloth before I cool down. Even so, all I want to do is sleep. ***** Even though I've slept most of the day, I have a vague sense that she's been in here. I've made a few more trips but it doesn't seem like there is much more left to come out. Jenna turns on Dr. Phil. "Do you think you are ready to try some soup? I got saltines while you were sleeping so you can have them with the soup. I think the girls would appreciate seeing you're probably not going to die if you're up to it." "I think I can handle that." "I'll be back for you when it's ready." It isn't long and I am able to make it downstairs without assistance. "Where are the girls?" "I changed my mind. They argued but I don't want to chance them catching this." "Good point. What about you?" "I did what I had to do. You needed me; I took the risk." What can I say? I finish the soup and crackers and I'm full pretty quick but I don't feel terrible. I'm on the road to recovery. Jenna sits there and watches me. I head back upstairs while she cleans up. As I get into bed, I notice that my legs feel like jelly, but they don't hurt anymore. My skin is okay too. The remote is on the table by the chair under the window. I don't feel up to struggling over there just now so I sit in the quiet. Not for long. Jenna sits in the chair and turns on the TV. I may not have much energy, but tonight I'm able to stay awake most of the time until the 11:00 news. "I'm going to bed," Jenna says. "I'm going to work tomorrow. You seem well enough to take care of yourself." She gets up and hands me the remote and runs her hand over my hair. "You're sleeping in the guest room?" "Have been. I'm willing to take the risk but I don't have to make it worse by sleeping next to you." ***** I feel much better. I have slept until 10:00 but I don't feel drugged when I wake up. I could probably handle two, maybe three flights of stairs. I call work just to make sure they know I'm not coming in. I can't talk to Krystal without arousing suspicion - all calls go through a switchboard. She won't call me either. They track outgoing phone calls as well as our internet usage. Isn't it a wonderful world we live in? I nap occasionally. But mostly I distract myself with daytime TV. If I had to watch this crap for any extended length of time I think I'd kill myself. I know I'm home and I can get around, but I don't have the energy to make dinner. The girls don't come home right after school and I wonder what activities they have this time. They arrive with Jenna. I guess she's picked them up from wherever. They want to rush me but Jenna tells them not to get too close. No amount of protest from any of us convinces her to relent. "You can't be too careful." Yes, you can. But I'm not going to win this argument so I don't bother. After dinner I'm back in the bedroom watching TV again. I'd read a book but I think it would put me to sleep even easier than the television. Tonight I could retrieve the remote if I needed to. Hell, I could even walk all the way to the TV and manually change the channels if I wanted to, or could figure out how. Jenna comes in and packs a sizeable suitcase. It will be a week. She tells me how much she is looking forward to visiting with her parents. Better her than me. I respond with insincere regrets that I can't join them. She knows they are insincere. I know she knows. She leaves the bedroom at 10:00. She wants to get an early start. I turn off the TV. My symptoms are gone leaving me only with fatigue. I'll sleep it off. Jenna wakes me to say goodbye and kisses me on the forehead. Then she goes into the bathroom to wash her hands and mouth. Go boldly but always with caution. It's still a little early for me so I go back to sleep for a bit longer after saying goodbye to the girls. I wake at 10:30 and I am fully refreshed. I can't go out for a round of golf, but I can resume most normal activities. Krystal is expecting me around 1:00, if she still thinks I'm coming. No phone calls, no traceability. My first shower since Tuesday feels delicious and I linger. I dress and think about the last few days. They were brutal. I wouldn't want to experience this again, the first two days especially. Thank God Jenna was there. I'd have gotten through it without her but it wouldn't have been pretty. Go figure. I get a little bag and pack enough for the weekend. I don't require as much as Jenna. She could stay a month on what she packed. I close up the house and hop into the Porsche. I rev it a few times just to hear the power. Why own a car like this if you can't enjoy listening to it? And then I'm off. Sometimes I like to take it out just to drive around and enjoy the fact that I own it and can drive anyplace I want. I don't take any shortcuts when I'm driving the Porsche. That would shorten the experience. I'm on the road for a few hours. Sometimes I change gears just to listen to the sound. Finally, I arrive at my destination. I walk up to the door and ring the bell. The door opens. "Daddy," a voice shouts with glee. All right, I've been having a mid-life crisis. The thought of all that wonderful sex with Krystal was enticing, and it would be wonderful. It would be new and dangerous and forbidden and wild. But when I compare it with what I might lose with Jenna, it's a small thing to miss out on. Even if she would put up with me acting that way, she doesn't deserve to have to. Anyway, I'll sit down with her and we'll talk and figure out how we can get back some of that zest we've let slide. Just because I'm a guy having a mid-life crisis around an available, desirable woman doesn't mean I have to be stupid and just because I don't talk about it doesn't mean I didn't learn anything from the last few days. I wonder what kind of trade in I can get on the Porsche. MidLife Crisis Beverly walked across the hotel lobby and felt a slight thrill of excitement. She had been restless for a few years now and had finally decided she needed more excitement in her life. Particularly the sexual side. So after perusing the personal ads, she settled on a man who appeared to be able to satisfy her unnatural sexual urges. After working hard most of her life and taking care of her parents for the past few years, she deserved a little fun right? Her instructions earlier had been explicit. She could just wear her long black coat and nothing else before she left the house. So after checking that she had everything else she might need for the night in her large purse, she sent the text telling him that she was ready. The response was immediate: "Go to the Meridian Apartments and ask for the director and she will give you an envelope." What? Beverly had visited the senior living facility several times in the past few years doing small errands for those that couldn't drive anymore and providing other small services for them as part of her volunteer activities. The director was a much younger woman; tall and with brown tresses that Beverly had admired on occasion. OK, maybe even with a little lust in her heart too. She just couldn't help it, but she wondered how much Lori knew about the night ahead. It wasn't that long a drive from her house to the apartments, but she was acutely aware of the silky lining of her coat caressing her hard nipples. So even though she was covered up, it was a constant reminder of her nudity with only one layer of cloth between her and the world. Since she assumed that she wouldn't be in the building very long, Beverly parked right at the front door and rushed in. "Yes, may I help you? "Is Lori around? She has something for me." "Hi, Bev, I've got it right here, come on in." Lori showed her to the conference room and quickly closed the door. "I have the envelope for you, but I'm supposed to ask you something first." A prickle of fear ran through her, what could this mean? "Well, OK, I guess." "I have to ask if you dressed properly and you need to show me." What the f***? But nonetheless, she unbuttoned her coat and slowly pulled it open so the other woman could see her nakedness. Lori's face looked as red as hers felt and her nervous giggle made her smile. "Yeah, I guess you are ready. OK, here you go and have a great time." Well, that was certainly interesting. There had always been a little sexual tension between them and now she knew Lori had some freak tendencies of her own. But how did he know? There was no time to worry about that now. Instead, she enjoyed the flow of sexual excitement she felt from her exposure to a stranger and opened up the envelope and read her next instructions. She had to laugh a little as she fastened her seat belt and drove over to the nearest liquor store. As she walked inside, she sighed in relief since she didn't recognize the clerk working tonight. "Can you help me? I can't find the vodka brand I'm looking for." "Yes, ma'am." What are you looking for? "I thought it was right here." And with that she leaned over to look at the bottom shelf knowing full well that with her top coat button undone her breasts were in danger of falling out and she was giving the young clerk a full view of her naked tits. "Uuuuhh, yeah, it's right here." He didn't bother to reach over and pick it up, but instead just backed away and watched again as she leaned over to let him enjoy the view. After that, he continued to stare at her chest as he rang her up and returned her change. Men are so silly, she thought. At least she was getting her money's worth from the book she bought on exhibitionism. It certainly helped her get past her fear to be ordered to behave so naughtily. Once she was back in the car, she texted her Master and told him she was through at the store. Her fingers explored her now wet cunt as she waited for the reply hoping somewhere inside a security camera was catching her in the act. "Holiday Inn, Rm. 531" Okay, off we go! It was just another quick drive across town before she was parking her car near the lobby. She simply walked in and went straight to the elevator reminiscing about the many sexual adventures she had enjoyed in this particular venue. So here she was and within minutes, she was knocking on the door and then it opened. "Well, good evening, how are you tonight? Did you enjoy yourself a little?" "Yes, it was certainly exciting. I'm afraid they'll be talking about me at the liquor stores for a while." "They'll get over it. May I take your coat?" She started to step inside the room, but this hand went up, "No, remove it out there." Beverly's face blushed once again a she listened closely for the ding of the elevator just down the hall and wondered if there were cameras somewhere watching all this. Nonetheless, she put her bags down and removed the coat and handed it over. "Thank you, it's nice to see that you know how to follow instructions. Please step inside. Now stand in the corner with your hands behind your back" As she stood there, she could hear him hang her coat in the closet, then place her bags on the dresser. The clink of ice in a glass, then the unmistakable sound of him filling his glass with the premium vodka she had recently bought. "Please kneel, then crawl over here to me." It felt more than a little humiliating to do so, but still she was excited as well. Something about this well-dressed man in his fine clothes with obvious expensive tastes in shoes and apparel made her juices run. Even as she knelt before him, the toe of his shoe went straight to her crotch and started rubbing. "I appreciate you taking the time to answer this questionnaire about your tastes in BD/SM. It will save so much time." She could barely listen she concentrated as the stitch of his shoe rub across her rock hard clit. "I aim to please, sir." "Then we may as well get started, clean the toe of my shoe with your tongue since it's nasty with your cunt juices." Beverly didn't even hesitate; this was what she wanted, to serve and to be used hard. Her tongue caressed the hard leather and even though she felt some humiliation, she could also fee her crotch begin to warm up as she imagined the sight she made with her face at his feet and her white ass sticking up in the air. "Give me your hands." He quickly fastened leather cuffs around her wrists and when she stood up placed ankle cuffs on her as he held her foot in his strong hands. Then he got up and went to the dresser pulling out a drawer and removing clover clamps. She felt the tug on her hair as he grabbed it and drew her over to the window where the curtains were wide open. Beverly could look down as the traffic passed by 5 stories below. As he squeezed her breasts and twisted her nipples, she had to wonder if it was possible if anyone could see her predicament. And did she really care? She felt the pinch as the clamps grabbed her hard nipples and felt a harder tug as he snapped heavy padlocks to the rings and she could see the reflection in the window as her small tits were distorted as they were pulled down towards the floor. "Now see how pretty you look. Doesn't it excite you to stand here like a naughty girl and enjoy everyone looking at you?" She could feel the hardness of his cock rub against her ass as his fingers rubbed her clit and she responded by pushing back and grinding her cunt against his hand. "Do it yourself, slut, while I punish you for being such a bad girl." So she did using her fingers to rub her clit hard as she swayed a little and made the heavy weights suspended by her nipples move around and send little spasms of pain and pleasure through her. She could see the reflection of him as he swung his arm back and bring the leather flogger down across her butt. It didn't really hurt, but the combination of sensations made her gasp and stroke her pussy even more. This continued for several minutes as she felt the heat grow across her ass cheeks and back as he flogged her from the shoulders down to her knees, but naturally, as she grew close to her orgasm, he made her stop. "Come over here to the closet, I need to get you ready for room service." He grabbed a piece of rope from the drawer then pulled her arms behind her and snapped her wrists cuffs together behind her back. Then he opened the closet door near the hall and deftly wrapped the rope around her waist, tugged it behind her and then drew it down between her legs and back up again to her waist as he pulled it tight and she felt the rope cut into her hard clit. The ends of the rope were threaded through the lock hasps and then pulled tightly upwards as he led her into the closet. She could feel the clamps tighten as he wrapped the ends of the rope tightly around the clothes rod as it pulled her tits out from her chest and her nipples carried the weight of the heavy locks. She had seen pictures of this type of bondage before, but never thought it would happen to her. A bright red ball gag completed her outfit as he stood back and admired his handiwork. "Wait just a minute while I call for our dinner." Beverly heard him call down to the kitchen and place an order for food. What else did he have in mind? He was going to close the door before the waiter arrived, right? He came over and lightly touched her wet cunt and teased her stretched nipples. "Patience, it won't take that long." "Mmmmmmmpph" He continued to finger her cunt probing it deeply and teasing her hard clit. The time sped by as he both urged her to a climax then backed away and left her wanting more. Finally, the knock on the door came. "Now, wait right there." He closed the closet door which helped some, but because it wasn't solid and had slats, Beverly still worried that the waiter might see her predicament. So she kept still and as quiet as possible even though she couldn't help but squirm her pussy against the rope just a little. So she could only listen as the tray was brought in and he seemed to draw out the conversation and payment just to torment her. Finally, the door closed. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it? He had a large smile on his face as he obviously enjoyed teasing her and then grabbed the rope, drew it tight against her cunt and pulled on her sore nipples even more. But he quickly untied her and led her over to the table where she knelt and he sat down to enjoy his meal. At least he was nice enough to share and feed her bits of his sandwich. It felt kind of nice actually to be pampered a little, but it left her wondering what new perversions he had in store for the rest of the evening. Plus her nipples were aching in such a delicious way! The time passed quickly and it seemed only minutes before they were through eating and he was wiping her lips with a napkin. Then he abruptly stood and unzipped his pants pulling out his hard dick. Grabbing her hair, he forced it into her waiting mouth so she could suck and lick his large prick, just what she enjoyed doing the most. So she continued licking and sucking enjoying the salty taste of his meat, stroking his hard and cock and nibbling on his balls. He appeared to enjoy it as well before ordering her to pull his pants down and grabbing her hair hard again, he stuck her face between his butt cheeks so she could lick his ass hole. Aaah, this was both humiliating and yet exciting too! She had said she wanted to be used and abused and so she was. Her tongue danced around and probed as deep as she could go. His cock grew even harder and she even managed to elicit a few moans of pleasure as well. Eventually, he grew tired of that and stood straight again telling her to kneel on the floor and wait. He grabbed the table and dragged it out from the wall. Then pulling on her hair laid her down across it. After going to the dresser again, he returned with more rope and in a few minutes she was tied face down across the top of the table unable to move with her wrists and ankles securely fastened to the table legs. Once he was done, he came around to her face and she could only stare at his cock for a second before he grabbed her hair and pulled her head up so she could open her mouth and take him once again. He slowly slid it in and out burying it deep down her throat. She hadn't noticed him picking it up, but saw the leather crop in his hand before she felt the sting on her ass as he smacked her butt good and hard while fucking her mouth. And so it went as he moved from front to back fucking her cunt as he smacked her back; fucking her mouth as her ass turned redder and even pausing once in a while to really beat her ass hard while she squirmed and moaned unable to get away. The last time he moved behind her, he laid the crop down on the table and grabbed her waist as he pounded away at her cunt. So she assumed this would be the finish. And as he gasped and fingered her asshole telling her what perversions he planned for it, she felt her orgasm build and his cock grow stiffer until she felt the squirt of his hot cum inside her and that was finally enough to send her over the edge as well. As their breathing returned to normal, she felt him lean over, slowly stroking his cock in and out and rubbing her had nipples providing little nibbles and kisses between her shoulder blades. Mmmm, yes! A nice ending and yet a promising beginning as well. She could hardly wait for the next time!