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Red Hair

By: KarennaC



In Ellis's opinion, Sheryl was perfect. Gorgeous, tall, with long legs that would wrap easily around him when they fucked. She was intelligent, fun to talk to, and had plenty in common with him. There was just one problem.

She was blonde.

Ellis had nothing against blondes. Or brunettes, or grey-haired women, or even women who dyed their hair colors that would never be found in nature.

But he could only fuck red heads.

It had started young. His first love had had red hair. Beautiful, long, auburn hair that he would have loved to have run his hands through if she would have let him. But she never acknowledged his existence. 

When he'd gotten older, his first sex partner had been a red head. Carrot-orange red, but still red. He'd fucked her silly for a few months, until she'd decided she was sick of people teasing her about her hair and dyed it brown. After that, he hadn't even been able to get hard for her.

The same thing had happened ever since. He would meet a woman who showed interest, but unless she had red hair, he couldn't have sex with her. It had been going on for years, and he'd gotten used to the idea that he could only fuck red heads. Mostly it didn't matter.

But Sheryl was perfect. They had so much in common it was scary. They'd met at work and had hit it off almost immediately. After a few weeks, they'd moved things out of the office, going out for coffee or a drink after work once or twice a week.

Now Ellis had asked her out on a real date. The dinner had gone well; the conversation had flowed easily. Now Ellis desperately wanted to want sex with her. But she had blonde hair.

"Earth to Ellis. Come in, Ellis."

They were on his couch in his apartment, and for the life of him Ellis couldn't remember why he'd invited her here. After the time they'd spent together and the flirting they'd done, it was only reasonable for her to expect that he'd asked her over for a fuck. Assuming that was what she did think; he hadn't quite dared to ask her yet. "I'm listening," he said.

"No, you're about a zillion miles away," Sheryl scolded. "I asked if you wanted me to stay any longer. It's getting late."

She sounded irritated. If he wasn't going to make a move, he would at least have to explain to her why. Which wouldn't be easy. He'd never told anyone about his red head fixation. He'd never had a reason to. But he didn't want to lose her, at least as a friend, which was all they were likely to ever be.

"I do want you to stay, but I have to tell you, this is pretty much all we're going to be doing," he said. "I have some movies if you want to watch anything."

"Is there something wrong with me?" she demanded. "I've never known a man as long as I've known you without him making some kind of pass at me. You haven't even tried. I know you're not gay; I've heard that you date women. So what's wrong with me?"

"Nothing. You're a wonderful person. You're incredibly sexy. It's just me."

"You're not interested in women who are wonderful and sexy?"

"Of course I am. I just..." He took a deep breath and decided the direct approach was best. "You're wonderful and sexy, but you have blonde hair."

"And you don't like blondes? Why'd you bother asking me out, then?"

This was going worse than he'd thought it would. Sheryl was tapping one foot, glaring at him, and he was sure she was about to walk out the door. "I do like blondes," he said quickly. "I just can't have sex with them."

"How does that make sense?" Sheryl stood. "Maybe I should leave."

"No, wait, please," Ellis said. "Let me explain. I have a thing for red hair. A major thing. To the point where if a woman doesn't have red hair, no matter how interested I might be in her in other ways, I can't have sex with her. I mean, physically can't. I only respond to red heads."

"Ah, I think I understand." Sheryl sat down again. "It's like a fetish, then? You can't get it up for any other hair color?"

"Yeah, pretty much. I really like you, Sheryl, and I enjoy spending time with you. I hope we can still be friends."

She laughed. "There's no problem at all here, Ellis. Hand me my bag, please."

He passed her the tote bag she'd brought with her instead of her purse. "What's in this thing, anyway?" he asked.

"Something that might solve both our problems." Sheryl opened the bag. "You see, I thought when you asked me out that we might have sex tonight. So I wanted to be prepared. I'm very attracted to you, but I only get turned on when I'm wearing a wig." 

She pulled a wig out of the bag. It was a glorious auburn color, just like the hair of Ellis's first love. She put it on and grinned at Ellis. "I like this one. It makes me feel very sexy. Do you think it will solve your problem?"

Ellis's cock sprang to life. With red hair, Sheryl was a goddess. It didn't seem to matter that the hair was only a wig; his dick didn't know the difference. "I think we'll be just fine." He stood and held out his hand. "Care to accompany me to the bedroom?"

Sheryl took his hand and got off the couch. "Gladly."

Ellis was glad he'd cleaned his room, even though he hadn't thought they'd end up there. The bed was neatly made, with his expensive red velvet comforter on the top. A red that almost matched Sheryl's wig. 

Ellis pulled Sheryl into a kiss that started with them both on their feet and ended with them lying together on the bed. As turned on as he was, Ellis wasn't entirely sure how they'd gotten there. Not that it mattered. Here he was, on a bed with the sexiest woman he'd known in a long time, a sexy red head who wanted him as much as he wanted her.

Who was shimmying out of her skirt while he lay there thinking about her.

Under the skirt, Sheryl wore absolutely nothing. She grinned. "Told you I was hoping something would happen tonight." Running her hand over her shaved mound, she added, "So let's get to something."

Ellis's cock was so hard it was painful. He usually took time to woo a woman, to get her worked up before he fucked her. But it had been too long, and Sheryl was just too fucking hot lying there with that red hair. Ellis almost tore his pants in his hurry to get them off and let his raging hard on out to play.

With a smile, Sheryl watched him and ran her fingers along her slit. "This isn't going to be slow and gentle, is it," she said.

"Hell no." Ellis tossed his pants and boxers onto the floor and searched frantically through his night stand for a condom. 

"Good. I like it fast and hard."

Until she said that, Ellis had thought his dick couldn't get any harder. But with those words from Sheryl, it got so stiff he was sure he'd be able to pound nails with it if he had to. His balls tightened, too; he would be lucky if he didn't shoot into the condom as soon as he got it on. If he could even find one of the fucking things.

Finally he spotted one of the little foil-wrapped packets. Sheryl moaned. "Hurry up, babe," she begged. "I'm saving my orgasm for you, but if I don't get it soon I'm going to explode into little tiny bits all over your pretty comforter."

"No worries," Ellis assured her. 

He tore open the packed and unrolled the condom onto his dick as fast as he could without ripping it. Then he flung himself onto the bed, onto Sheryl. "You need any foreplay?" he asked.

"Fuck, no, baby. I'm so wet right now we'll be lucky if you don't slide right past my pussy."

"Good." Ellis took half a second to make sure he was lined up with the right opening, then rammed his cock into her.

God, she was tight! And wet. Ellis couldn't remember the last time he'd fucked a pussy this wet. He thrust in and out, fighting to keep from coming too soon. "You feel incredible, baby," he said.

"Your fucking cock is so big!" Sheryl replied. "Keep fucking me. Harder!"

Ellis obliged, practically pounding Sheryl into the mattress. He felt his balls about to explode, and on impulse grabbed two fistfuls of Sheryl's wig. That was all it took; he came harder than he had in years. And yanked her wig right off.

"Aw, fuck!" Sheryl pushed him off her. "Did you have to do that?"

"Sorry." Ellis handed the wig back to her. "I got carried away."

"But now I can't come." She snatched the wig out of his hand and put it back on. "Guess they're right when they say the first time with a new partner's always awkward."

"Guess so." Ellis lay on his back. "I'm sorry."

"No problem. Up till that happened, you were probably the best fuck I've ever had." She moved her hand down to her pussy and started rubbing her clit. Ellis watched, fascinated. "See if I can get myself off," Sheryl murmured. "Your cock felt so fucking good. I was just about to come when you did, you know. You were fucking me so hard!"

"I did my best, babe."

Her hand moved faster. "You did... ooh, you did wonderful. You fucked me so good. Oh, yes!" Her eyes clenched shut and her hips bucked as she came.

After that little show, Ellis was rock hard again. But Sheryl stood up and pulled her clothes back on. "Thanks, sweetie," she said. "That was a great night. We'll have to do it again sometime."

"Definitely," Ellis said. "Whenever you want."

"Oh, I'm sure we'll be seeing plenty of each other." Dressed now, Sheryl leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "After all, it isn't easy to find someone who's fetish matches mine so well. I'll just have to remember next time to bring clips to keep the wig on my head." She winked. "See you at work tomorrow."

The next day when Ellis saw her, Sheryl was at her desk, her blonde hair in a pony tail. When he walked past her, she smiled up at him and nodded toward the tote bag beside her. "Ready when you are," she said.

Red Hair and Black Leather



It was close to 1:00 PM and I was getting hungry. I had been on the road since early morning, but after four hours I knew I needed to take a break. I was pushing myself to get away quickly and start something new and now that I was away from Portland I could start to enjoying the rest of my journey. I was glad I had opted for the local highways, because it gave me an opportunity to see the country. The bike was running great and it was nice to have no time limit or place I had to be. I was heading south for no special reason, it just seemed like the direction I should go.

I came to a small Southern Oregon town glad to see there were no McDonalds or other fast food joints. Up on the right was a rustic looking café that I liked the look of, so I slowed and pulled in to the small parking lot where I found a parking spot close to the entrance. I backed in, turned the bike off and put down the kickstand. As I pulled off my helmet I noticed a young lady sitting on a bench, reading. I got off the bike, put my helmet on the mirror and unzipped my leather jacket, stretching my back, getting a better look at her. I gauged her to be in her early to mid-twenties. She was dressed in a white t-shirt, blue jeans and dark red cowboy boots, which almost matched her shoulder length red hair. While I was getting off my gloves I noticed her casually play with the end of her hair as she concentrated on her book. There was a suitcase by her feet with what looked like a black leather motorcycle jacket tossed on top of it. There was also a backpack on the bench next to her. I tried hard not to be obvious, but I was unable to stop myself from checking her out. There was something so enjoyable about watching her read her book, how she unknowingly stuck the tip of her tongue out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrated. She looked up and smiled. I couldn't help but smile back and say, "Hi." Looking at her, I was reminded of a line from a Richard Thompson song, "Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme." I thought better of rubbing my tired ass in front of the lady so after stowing my gloves, I walked up the steps to the café, our eyes met, her eyes were green as the fresh grass in a meadow. They sparkled with intelligence and playfulness, I couldn't help but smile back.

"Nice bike. A Harley Sportster," she stated confidently.

"A lady that knows motorcycles, I'm impressed," I smiled down at her, "How's the food here?"

"It's good, my Aunt Betty runs the place. Try the breakfast special, it's my favorite." She broke eye contact with a slight smile along her lips, returning to her book, as I thanked her. I went inside, sat at the counter and ordered the breakfast special, even though it was early afternoon. She was right it was delicious, with home made hash browns and onions, a fluffy cheese, mushroom and bacon omelet with a cup of the best restaurant coffee I've ever had. I complimented the waitress, leaving her a nice tip and ordered a coffee to go. I paid and told the attractive, heavy set, older woman, who I took to be Aunt Betty, how much I liked the food. She smiled warmly and thanked me. We chatted briefly about my trip. I thanked her again and walked outside.

The young woman was still sitting on the bench, "Your ride late?" 

"No, the bus to Reno broke down." I do not know when it'll get here. 

"Mind if I sit here?" I looked down at the empty spot on the far end of the bench.

"No, go ahead. The bike might be more comfortable on your butt, though." She tossed out the quip so naturally, I couldn't help but chuckle. She didn't change expression at all, flipping to the next page of her book.

I was having trouble easing down next to her on the bench. My legs were stiff and my ass was still a bit sore. I wasn't too graceful as I plopped down onto the bench, both my knees popped as I stretched out my legs. She didn't seem to notice as I leaned back into the bench. She was right, it wasn't very comfortable, but it was nice just to sit and watch the quiet town. It might be a nice place to retire to, but I could see how someone her age would want to move to Reno. I looked over, curious to see if I could see what she was reading. It was Clive Barker's "Everville," a book I had read and really enjoyed. He happens to be one of my favorite authors so I asked her if she liked the book so far. We talked about the book and Clive Barker and horror fiction for a little while. Her name was Leanne and she was moving to Reno where she had a job waiting. I happened to be going south and Reno was certainly on the way so I spontaneously offered to take her. I really don't know what I was thinking. She was attractive, but I didn't have sexual designs on her; I'm in my mid-fifties. I hoped she didn't think I was a perverted old man trying to pick her up. Sure she was cute, better than cute. She needed a ride and I thought it might be fun to have some company for the two days it would take to get to Reno. As soon as I offered to take her, she got a surprised look on her face. I immediately imagined that she was thinking the worst about me. Her eyes looked into mine. Such a lovely green; maybe I did have sexual designs.

"You're serious?" Her eyes lit up, getting as big as saucers from the idea. I was hoping that she just liked the idea of riding on the back of the Harley. "I bet Aunt Betty would give me a refund. That's awesome." She was beaming as she stood, "Watch my stuff?" I smiled, nodding, as she hurried into the café, coming back out in a few minutes with a handful of bills, sitting back down to grab her backpack. 

"I better make room for your gear," I said as she was putting the money back in her wallet, "It'll be fun having some company." I hoped I sounded casual as I walked to the bike to begin rearranging the gear, making room for her small suitcase and back pack. I had plenty of bungee chords and it wasn't long before everything was firmly attached. 

The load was a little higher and more bulky then I would prefer, but it was secure and safe. She had her leather jacket on and was zipping it up. I noticed it was too big for her. I wondered who it might have belonged to. Maybe I'd ask her about it. I got the spare helmet out of the saddle bag, handing it to her. As she put on the helmet, I zipped up my jacket, got my gloves on, put on my helmet, climbed on, flipped down the passenger foot pegs and started her up. I had to rev it, just because I love that special Harley rumble. She beamed as she climbed on behind me, placing her hands on my waist. 

"Have you ridden before?" I asked turning my head speaking up over the rumble of the engine.

"Yeah, my boyfriend had a Ninja. I dumped him, but kept the jacket." She smiled and my heart melted a little more.

I revered the engine once again, kicked it into first, eased out onto the highway, slowly accelerating. She leaned forward, spoke close to my ear. "This beats the bus any day." 

"It does," I answered, punching it. Her laughter was infectious and we both laughed with sheer joy as the bike rocketed down the highway. I did not mind that she gripped me harder, pressing herself against my back. We were well out of the city limits when I eased off the accelerator. I've had run ins with small town cops and didn't need the hassle or expense of a speeding ticket.

Even with a passenger and extra weight it did not take long for me to get comfortable going into turns. It was obvious Leanne had ridden before, because she leaned with me. We talked very little and just enjoyed the ride and scenery. I'm glad I invited her, her youthful energy was rubbing off on me and I rode with a smile on my face, glad I could share this adventure.

We stopped for gas in another small town and were soon back on the highway making decent time. I looked in my rearview mirror, noticing dark clouds building. I was hoping we would be ahead of the storm, but luck was not with us when the sky opened and a torrent of rain came down upon us. Visibility was close to zero and I had to slow to a crawl. It was coming down so hard my jeans were soaked and my leather jacket wasn't protecting me very much either. I'm sure Leanne wasn't faring any better. To make things worse the temperature had dropped causing us both to start shivering. I saw a motel sign and told Leanne we had to stop for the night. The lot was full and I stopped as close to the office as I could. We both made a mad dash for the protection of the office. I asked for two rooms, but as luck would have it there was only one room left. At least it had two double beds. 

"This sucks," Leanne started laughing as she ran to the room, while I moved the bike as close as I could.

I didn't think we could get any wetter by the time we got our gear into the room. By then we found the whole situation hilarious and were both laughing pretty hard. Leanne's red hair was plastered onto her head and for some reason she had the leather jacket unzipped. Her naked skin shone under her translucent white t-shirt, I could not help but take her all in. Even though I was wet and cold I was becoming aroused at the sight of her. I tried to get busy and spread out my wet sleeping bag, hoping she wouldn't notice. But when I looked into those fantastic eyes of hers and saw the look she gave me, my cock visibly lurched and throbbed. She smiled and I smiled and wondered what it was about this young woman that drove me wild and made me so hard. 

Her smile was sweet, yet innocent with a hint of shyness. Our bodies came together and we kissed. I was smitten after that first kiss, her lips so soft and luscious against mine. Our moans blended together to sound like a deep growl in the little motel room. Soon we were on the bed with our arms wrapped around each other, our wet bodies warming by the heat of our passion. The kiss grew more intense, our tongues played and danced as we began to wriggle and roll around on the bed, tugging at each others clothing needing to feel our bare flesh against each other. As soon we were naked the heat in the room intensified so much that we both had sweat gathering and dripping onto each other from pure, raw lust. My cock was as hard as it's ever been, rubbing against her wet and ready pussy with her nipples pressed hard into my chest. I loved the feel of her skin against mine, her soft flesh against my hands. She reached between us, grabbing my cock, guiding me into her. I let out a deep groan as her vaginal walls welcomed me. We looked into each other eyes as my cock slid deep inside her. She moaned and then bite her lip and got this sexy, wicked, delightful twinkle in her eyes as she suddenly rolled me onto my back. She laughed and sat up, her hands caressing my chest, a slight smile on her lips. She ground herself against me, my cock throbbed and seemed to swell. She ground against me again and groaned out, "Oh, that's nice, isn't it?" She grinned and licked her lips.

"Fantastic," I gasped, reaching up to squeeze her perfect breasts, pinching her nipples in between my fingers. She arched her back, sucking in her lower lip as she began a slow sensual movement with her hips on my cock, crying out with each delicious movement. I tweaked her pebble hard nipples again, as she made a lovely sound deep in her throat. I arched my back, thrusting up into her, growling, grinding against her, feeling her heat and wetness soak me. She began to ride me hard, moaning and whimpering as she slammed on my pole. I thrust my hips hard against her, again and again meeting her thrust for thrust. I had had some good sex, but she was amazing. I pushed myself up into a sitting position, her legs were over mine as we rocked our hips, squirmed, ground and trust together. I leaned down to take her left nipple into my mouth, rolling it with my lips and tongue. She gripped my head, moaning deeply. When I reached down and began to rub her swollen clit with my fingertips she cried out a breathless, "Yes" and began to ride my cock faster and harder. We were both gasping and moaning with so much pleasure, I wonder now why someone didn't complain about the noise. 

It had been too long since I had been with a woman and I hoped I could last long enough for her enjoyment. Our thrusting became more urgent and harder as I felt the first tingle of my impending orgasm when she clutched my upper arms tightly, digging her nails into my skin as she cried out her pleasure. Her body started to shake, her vaginal walls clenched my cock. That was all I needed to come hard. Our lips found each other's as we kissed deeply, grinding our lips together with our tongues lashing against each other. We continued our thrusting, both of us shuddering with our orgasms. Eventually we slowed, our bodies relaxing and our breathing settling down. We held each other, kissing for the longest time. 

Leanne's kisses were like nothing I had ever experienced, our lips burned with the heat of our passion, our tongues danced and teased; hands caressing and exploring our flesh, our bodies hot and slippery with sweat. I was surprised I was still semi-hard inside her. She felt it too as we resumed our grinding. She rubbed her hard nipples against me as I slowly started to thrust my hips against her, feeling how hot, soft and wet she was. My cock grew hard as I gathered her tighter against me, kissing her deeply as I picked up the pace of my thrusts, trying to lose myself within her sheath. She cried out her pleasure clenching me tightly. This time I pushed her onto her back and took her hard and deep. I kept thrusting unable to stop, wanting this moment to last as long as possible. She soon cried out as her orgasm cascaded through, her contractions around my cock drove me over the edge, I groaned loudly, climaxing with her, flooded with pleasure like I have never experienced. My cock throbbed as it shot hot strings of white hot cum deep within her body, her vaginal walls squeezing my shaft, milking every last drop. I collapsed on to her, hugging her tightly against me, more than glad how my adventure was turning out and I wondered what the next two days would be like, before we both fell asleep in each other's arms.



Special thanks go to Gray for her inspiration and suggestions.

I hope you enjoy my first submission to Lit, I look forward to your comments



Red Hair, Hot Pussy



Yeah, so a couple of months back I was at this little diner down in Tucson. It's pretty much a dive, but the girls there are so damned sexy that it's worth it. I always make it my business to stop by whenever I'm passing through town. Unfortunately, the pickings were pretty damned slim that morning. There were a couple of teenage girls, but they looked a little too young, and I don't swing that way. I may be a bad ass biker bitch, but even I have principles!

When the waitress walked by, I slapped her on her nice round ass to get her attention. She wasn't all that great... just a middle aged, small town blonde... but at least it got her attention. She turned around quickly, afraid to look me in the eye. I just laughed and told her I wanted my check now. She didn't waste any time in getting it. For a minute, I thought about messing with her more, but decided that it wasn't worth the trouble.

So I was about to walk out when she came in. A single woman, in her early twenties, with the sexiest shoulder length red hair you've ever seen. Fuck, she even had fair skin and freckles. I knew right away when she walked into the diner that I wanted to get a piece of that ass. Well she sat down and ordered something or another, then after waiting for a while, she got up and walked over to the lady's room. I knew that was my chance, so I took it.

I looked around, then got up and headed for the lady's room myself. The little redhead bitch was looking in the mirror, trying to put on her make-up. I don't know why she even bothered though. The woman honestly looked fine enough without her make-up. She looked up at me as I walked in, smiled, and then went back to putting on the make-up. Good thing too, because it meant she didn't see me lock the door behind me.

Satisfied that nobody was going to disturb us, I walked over next to her in front of the mirror. It was cute the way she tried not to look at me.

"So," I said trying to seem nonchalant, "What brings you out this way?"

The redhead just turned around to look at me.

"Excuse me," she said.

"I was just wondering what brought a sexy little piece of ass like you out here to a dinky little shit hole like this?"

She was shocked by that.

"Look," she said, "I'm... I'm not into that sort of thing. I like men! I've got a boyfriend for crying out loud!"

I leaned over closer to her.

"Oh," I said, "That's just because you've never been with a real woman like me before. I bet a big woman like me could snap your boyfriend in half like a twig."

And then I slipped my hand up her skirt, pushing aside her girlie panties and sticking my fingers into her cunt. The girl was too shocked by the sudden intrusion to put up a fight. She just sort of moaned weakly.

"Yeah," I said, "That's what I thought! You're already wet down there baby! You know that you want it, and you want it bad!"

I stopped to take off my leather vest, letting my big boobs fall out. I don't even bother wearing a bra these days. That sort of shit is for skinny bitches! The kind I like to fuck, like my new redhead friend, who couldn't resist staring at my huge tits. I took her hand and brought it over to my chest, letting her touch them. Damn it felt good!

"Go ahead," I told her, "You can feel me up all you want."

I guess she knew a good thing when she saw it, because she leaned forward and began to kiss me. As we made out, I pulled her out of the little dress that she was wearing. Of course the little bitch was wearing a bra underneath it to support her perky little tits. It took me forever, but I eventually managed to get it off.

Now that I had her totally naked in the bathroom, I was satisfied. I looked her naked body up and down. Like I thought, she was pretty pale. Freckles all over her arms, shoulders and back. Her breasts were decent sized, very firm and perky. And her cunt was nice and clean shaven, probably for her pansy ass boyfriend's enjoyment.

"Do," she said, "Do... you... like it?"

"Oh yeah bitch," I told her.

Then I lifted her up and set her ass down on the counter. She weighed practically nothing, so it was pretty easy. The little redhead bitch gasped as I parted her thighs, then knelt down and brought my head over to her juicy cunt. It was still nice and wet. I slowly started to lick it, eating her out. You could tell it was the first time she'd ever had a real woman go to work on her down there.

Her honey pot was nice and juicy. I used my skillful tongue to play with her clit. Each time I licked it, she started to buck her hips a little. I had to grab hold of her hips to make sure she didn't move too far back.

As I kept working on her sweet pussy, she reach down and ran her hands through my hair. I always keep it cut nice and short. Damn did it feel good to have the bitch do that. I must have brought her to orgasm four or five times before she finally slumped back, exhausted. I just left her laying there as I put my leather vest back on.

"So bitch," I asked her as I opened the door to walk out, "Now that you've been eaten out by a real woman, are you ever going to go back to having sex with men?"

"Hell no," the redhead said.

My work done, I just smiled and walked away. Sometimes I wonder whatever happened to my redheaded little dyke. Maybe next time I'm riding through Tucson, I should try and find out. Bet she'd still be good for another fuck! 



Red Hair in a Twist



We caught a taxi from Sydney airport. The driver loaded our luggage in the back and headed towards our hotel.

I sat in the back seat with my fiancée, Justine, as the dry sights of Sydney sped past our windows. I put my hand on her knee. She smiled at me. We were on a well deserved vacation to visit Justine's relatives in spectacular Sydney.

She turned her head out to face the window, her hand supporting her face on the window frame. Justine was beautiful. Her long blonde hair flowed down the sides of her elegant face. Her blue eyes were very focused on the sights out of her window -- Justine was so gorgeous when she concentrated. In her breezy, floral dress she looked quite the picture, better than anything out of the taxi window.

I turned back to the window. The taxi driver started up some small talk and I did my best to keep up.

After unloading our baggage at the hotel we slowly made our way to the concierge desk pushing our baggage with us. The foyer was bustling but not especially busy. The staff did their best efforts to move everyone along and get them processed as soon as possible.

We stood our luggage up and I stretched my arms. Justine made her way to the bathroom while I waited in line to be served. 

In front of us was a young couple. I watched them. There wasn't much else to do, plus the girl was quite pretty.

I watched as the man started getting impatient, getting hot under his expensive polo-ed collar, as the time passed that they weren't in their rooms. The girl beside him seemed not to mind but stood their patiently and quietly tolerating her boyfriend's behaviour.

He started to get louder.

"The service around here is ridiculous!" he snapped, his arms flailing beside him.

"George, it's ok.." the red-haired girl said. Her voice was soft and waif-like. Her skin was pale, quite in contrast to her flaming rich hair.

"No, babe, it's not ok! They're incompetent" George returned.

I watched amused from behind the couple. The staff were professionals and were to rising to the ire of this irate customer, processing as normal instead.

Finally the couple made it to the desk.

"Do you know how long we were waiting to be served?" George barked.

"Yes sir, and we apologise, however we have been moving as fast as we can. Now how can I help you?" the nonchalant girl in the suit said.

"Maybe you don't understand, we've just gotten off a four hour long plane trip, had the taxi driver from hell, and now we're here waiting for god knows how long to be served!"

"I do understand sir, now how can I help you?"

As George bickered with the girl behind the counter I admired his girlfriend from behind. She was quite a tall girl, thin but with the curves that a man likes to see in a girl. Her hips and ass had the perfect kind of swell that made a man salivate, and it was quite apparent in this dear girl as she was wearing a pair of black leggings that was so fashionable these days. The outline of her firm bottom was so clear that I was able to imagine it in its naked glory with no trouble at all, and that's exactly what I was doing. Draped over her immaculate frame was a soft silk purple blouse that was tied around her waist.

Goodness, if I wasn't engaged.

"Forget it, I'm sure getting the concierge involved will just slow this process down further! Just check us in."

"Very well, what were your names?" the suited girl asked.

"George Harris and Amy Correll"

Justine got back from the bathroom just as the couple was being ushered on.

"Perfect timing, honey" I said as I took my eyes off Amy's body.

"Sorry about the wait. 

How may I help you?" the girl behind the counter asked us.

"Not at all. Justine and Chris Timms checking in."

To me, Sydney wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Sure it kept me a little busy, but it was far more exciting for Justine who, with her friends, whizzed around town finding fashion districts and discovering more and more colourful bags to have me carry for her.

We had a quiet first day, getting to sleep early thanks to the plane ride, but on the second day Justine was hitting the town hard. I was quite clearly the fifth wheel as my dear fiancée and her friends rode waves of energy like speed freaks as they entered shop after shop.

Soon the night was coming and the shadows were getting longer. Justine's friends had suggested that they go out to some clubs tonight.

"Ooh what a great idea, do you want to come too Chris?" she asked.

All the bags in my hands had weighed me down and all I wanted was to put my feet up.

"No thanks honey. I might just go home."

"Suit yourself, old man," she teased. Justine kissed me and sashayed off with her girlfriends. I watched her walk away with her friends. As she swished her hips I had the selfish thought that I was glad that I'd gotten the most beautiful of the group for myself.

The elevator doors opened at the 15th floor. I walked towards room 47, our room. I couldn't wait to drop these bags off, hit the toilet, kick my shoes off, and find a comfortable seat. My feet were killing me as I trudged to the door.

Suddenly my blood ran cold. I stopped in my tracks.

Justine had the key card in her purse! I had no way of getting into the room.

The bags were cutting into my fingers and, damn, I needed to go to the bathroom as soon as possible.

I put the bags by the door and stretched my fingers, watching the blood return slowly, and my skin turning from white to purple to red. I paced outside my door trying to decide what to do next.

I could call Justine? No that would put a dampener on her night out and I would never hear the end of it. I could go downstairs and hopefully the night clerk would understand and find a way to let me in? Surely that was a possibility.

As I paced I noticed that the door to room 48, next door, was ajar. I looked and contemplated but decided against going in. No, I didn't need the toilet that badly.

I walked back to the elevator, gathering the infernal bags again with me rather than leaving them in the hallway. Pushing the down button, I waited. And waited.

It was a split second decision. An ill-advised split second decision. I bolted back to room 48 with the bags flailing behind me. It would be ok, I would just go in, use the bathroom, and then go downstairs and sort things out with the clerk. It would be fine.

I reached the door and quickly gave it a push. It opened and I stepped inside just as in the distance the elevator bell dinged.

It was dark inside the room. I placed the bags in the corner and tried to find the handle to the bathroom. It almost always was very close to the entry.

The room curved after the closet and I noticed that the bedside light was on, illuminating the room. I heard the faint sound of breathing and my heart froze. My feet dug into the carpet and my hands instinctively clasped into balls. In the darkness my eyes widened. Was there somebody asleep in this room?

I slowly peered around the corner. My mind was not ready for the sight that I would witness.

In the corner, up by the pillows, was the silhouette of a female figure bent over the bed at the hips. Her legs were perfectly straight up from the floor, her waist was bent at a ninety degree angle and her upper body was splayed across the crisp white linen sheets. Her wrists were cuffed together tightly behind her back, her hands resting twisted above the small of her back. As I approached closer I could see that she had a blindfold over her eyes tied tightly at the back of her head, her hair fanning out across the bed - her red hair.

Could it be..?

Fascinated by the incredibly erotic sight before me, I accidentally tripped over a rug corner. I gritted my teeth. Shit.

"George? Is that you?" the naked, bound girl asked innocently. "I didn't hear you come back in."

George? Did that mean this angel was Amy? The gorgeous Amy from the front desk earlier today?

I held my breath and contemplated leaving. She didn't know who I was, I could just as easily leave and she would be none the wiser. Yet the way the shadows played off the curves of her body held me in her pull. Her shoulder blades cast shadows across her back and her round ass was a portrait of flesh and darkness. I could even see her breasts crushed beneath her upper body as she tried to twist her body to half-face the sound she heard in the entrance, and they looked amazing. Her pale skin sparkled in the lamp light.

"I'm so glad you came back George. I'm sorry that this upset you so much," Amy's body squirmed under the restraints. I watched her leg muscles move as she repositioned. If I moved over to the bed corner I'd be able to see better, I thought to myself. "I waited for you like I said I would, like a good little girl."

This was starting to turn me on. My penis began stirring in my pants and all feelings of pain in my feet and pressure in my belly were forgotten. My heart began beating and blood rushed to my head. I stayed silent.

"George? Please say something George."

I thought about where George could have been. Where would a man go with a beauty like this tied, helpless on his bed?

"Please. I'm sorry I sprung this on you like this. I know some people aren't into this but I am, George, and I had to say something." Amy twisted her slender body. Her long legs sliding further and further apart.

The view got even better when I stood behind her. I began to rub the bulge in my pants, no longer trying to stay quiet. If she thought I was George, that's fine, I can be George. That arrogant asshole.

"I hope you've decided that you want this too?" I waited, admiring her magnificent body. "I hope you're ok with being my sex master?"

My cock stood on end, pushing its head against the fly. Amy was a submissive.

I had been trying for years to bring a rougher edge to Justine and my sex life. I would try subtly, holding her hands as I thrust into her, before pulling them above her head and attempting to pin her wrists together. She would find a way to slide them back and move them about -- the freedom would irritate me afterwards. I tried not-so-subtly, pulling her hair and pushing her up against the fridge, pushing my cock against her upturned ass through her skirt and panties. Justine would wiggle her ass and tease me before twisting out of my grasp and kissing me adorably on my nose.

"Let me get comfortable and then you can fuck me, big boy."

Even the way she would say "fuck" was like she was reading it out of a dictionary.

Which was why seeing Amy displayed for me like this was like a gift. I looked at her body in the light from behind. She could hear me back there and straightened her legs to assume the position. I could even see the colour change from pale to tan between her cheeks where her darling asshole sat puckered and prime.

"I want to please you George. I want you to use me. I want to be your filthy sex doll."

I could believe the words coming from this red haired angel. Even her timid voice made the act all the kinkier. I unzipped my fly. Amy obviously heard it and spread her long white legs expecting to get a fucking already.

"Oh god, please George. Fuck your slave girl," Amy begged with desperation of a girl who had been anticipating cock since whenever she had first bound herself on the bed for her boyfriend.

My cock sprung from its cage. It was raging with a hardness that I hadn't felt in months.

In the back of my mind of course I thought of George -- I had enough to piece the situation together now. Amy was a submissive at heart and had been dating George for what I guessed was a short while. She had decided that a vacation away and the privacy of a hotel room was the best time to reveal to her "love" the style of rough sex that she craved. Who knows how base her desires reached, all that I could tell was that it was too extreme for a soft-cock like George and he had felt the need to leave and decide what to do while his potential slave waited for him.

Lucky bastard, he had no idea how many men would kill for a girl as beautiful and as warped as Amy.

I strode over to the other side of the bed, my rigid cock bouncing with my steps. Amy struggled against her self-imposed bindings. I continued looking at her, how her hair was messed up in just the right way that it made this angel appear a little naughty.

I approached her from the top of her body.

"George?" Amy said, wondering why I was at the wrong end. She raised her head up as if she could see through her blindfold, wondering what would happen next. "George?"

In one swift motion I slapped her angelic face with my outstretched hand. Not the kind of slap that men gave to women who misbehaved in the 40's, the kind of slap that an anonymous, horny man gives to a tied-up, submissive, wanting whore. The noise echoed through the room. Amy's face was twisted to the left and a red spot was beginning to glow on her cheek. The silence that followed was almost louder than the smack of her flesh.

I held my breath as I waited to see how Amy would reply. Her breathing deepened. Then, softly, "Thank you master."

My cock was at bursting point. I slapped her again, even harder with a strength I didn't knew I could inflict against a girl. The whack was followed by a sexy little whimper and then again, "Thank you master."

Amy was stunning. She was clearly into this kind of abuse; I wanted to see what other kind of abuse she was into. Her hair was a pretty red mess and her body was heaving as she breathed.

"Thank you George," she whispered, thinking her boyfriend had given in to her desires.

I wondered where her boyfriend was. Never mind, I decided.

I rubbed my cock in my fist as I thought what else Amy's delicate body would take. I moved behind her and viciously slapped her perfect ass cheeks a few times, enjoying the squirming that Amy's body did to react to the pain. She made a small sobbing sound.

There must be something in the bathroom I could use on her. I sharply moved from behind her to the side door, switching the light on. The immaculate white tiles were hard on my eyes initially as I adjusted. There was a little shower in the corner with glass walls and a large mirror on the opposite wall above a small, functional sink. A toilet sat squarely between on the side. I searched for something sexy to use on the willing Amy, something that would test her submissive nature. Then I spied a bottle.

I walked out to the bed with my cock pumping in my hand again, in my other hand I held a bottle of hotel branded shampoo. Approaching Amy's face I stroked her cheek and felt her relax in my grasp. I stroked a little longer seeing the red imprint of my hand from earlier. Using my fingers I tugged down her jaw and pulled her tongue out. She made a tiny "uhhh" noise as I opened her mouth. I wondered if she could taste my precum on my fingers.

Pulling the lid off the shampoo bottle I held it out to her ruby lips and poured into her open mouth. Lashes of light-blue coloured goo dripped onto her tongue. Amy began to make a strange noise as I held her mouth open with my other hand. She struggled with her hands behind her back until her instinct fell by the wayside and her slutty persona was revived. The sounds coming from her changed to moans as she relaxed to the will of her master and began swallowing the cleaning fluid.

My cock was so hard, I wanted to jam it into her mouth and fuck her head until I came, but I restrained myself. I continued to pour the liquid from the shampoo bottle into her mouth and watched her throat muscles swallowing. She was a good little slave, I'd give her that.

Soon the bottle came to finish. I dropped the empty plastic to the floor. Amy swallowed the remainder of the gooey shampoo down her throat.

"Thank you for the delicious meal master," Amy croaked out of her sticky throat.

I see-sawed my cock between the firm globes of her ass cheeks and slapped her sopping wet pussy with my hand as Amy moaned like a bitch in heat. It was a low guttural moan that I've only ever heard in the context of depraved sex. 

I looked around the room for ideas of what to do next. There were unlit candles clustered together in the corner on the desk. They didn't look like they'd been supplied with the room so I assumed that these were from George for his idea of a romantic evening.

Slapping Amy's backside, I removed my cock from her cheeks and grabbed a candle and the box of matches in the dish beside the TV. The candle was white and ribbed -- in a different scenario I would have used this to fuck her, I thought. I could always use one of the others for that.

Holding the candle by the tip, I extended my hand until the base of the white, waxy candle was on Amy's tongue. She knew what I wanted her to do. She wrapped her lips around the candle base and sucked it into her mouth as if it were a wax cock. Amy moaned as if it were my cock -- in her head, of course, George's -- and sucked the foul tasting phallus.

I pulled the candle out and lit a match; the flame illuminated the room a bit fuller and much more warmly. I watched the candle flame flicker as Amy struggled against her cuffs.

"Please master..." she started to say before cutting herself off.

I tipped the candle to her back. A trickle of melted wax fell between her shoulder blades and Amy screamed in pain. The scream lasted a split second before she closed her mouth, aware of the public nature of the room, but the pain was clearly something she hadn't expected.

I used the candle flame to find her clothes piled neatly in the corner under the window. Her blouse, her bra, her leggings and her panties, all in a tidy pile. I pulled out her used panties. They were a pair of black v-strings; no wonder I couldn't see a panty line before. They wouldn't be any good as a gag. I grabbed her black leggings and balled them up -- they were so thin, hard to believe this and the tiny whorish v-string was all that separated her ass and pussy from me earlier. Then, pulling on Amy's fire-red hair I pulled her mouth open and pushed the stockings inside, not caring if I was choking her.

I returned to the candle wax.

I lay on the bed beside Amy, my cock hard, tracing her curves with the tip of my cock. I had taken my shirt and pants off and was determined to fuck this darling, wanton whore. George, be damned.

However the pressure in my stomach had built up again and I need to use the toilet first.

I pulled the gag out of Amy's lips and wiped it onto her face. I slapped her once again for good measure.

"I deserved the pain you gave me master. I hope I have pleased you?" she asked.

I pushed her face into the mattress, hopefully indicating that she should stay there without saying anything, and made my way to the bathroom.

Without any pants on I sat down immediately and began to relieve myself. I could hear shuffling on the bed and I hoped that Amy wasn't undoing her blindfold or anything. Finishing up I balled up a hunk of toilet paper and began to wipe. I wasn't quite done when I heard a voice at the door.

"May I help you with that master?"

Amy had made her way from the bed to the door of the bathroom. I hoped she hadn't taken her blindfold off. Wait, what did she want to do?

I opened the door.

She was crouched on her knees before me, her arms pinned behind her back still, her blindfold in place. From the front I could see her breasts. They were exquisite. Full bulbs of flesh with a little strawberry nipple on the front. There was no sag or lilt, they hung exactly as perfectly as a girl her age would expect to.

I was sitting on the porcelain seat still, yet beyond her blindfold she had no idea I was in such an unsexy position.

"May I.. May I clean you master?" Amy asked in her gentle voice before opening her lips and extending her wet tongue.

Did she mean what I thought she meant? Did it matter? This whore had been obeying me all evening; I wanted to see how disgusting she would be.




Red Hair in a Twist



Getting up from the seat I bent my ass over in front of Amy's doll-like face. Her nose sniffed twice and then she moved her face closer. Her tongue touched my dirty asshole. I could feel it, her tongue licking the slimy area between my cheeks. She did a thorough job; she clearly either enjoyed this act or enjoyed this level of debauchery and self humiliation. Either way was fine with me.

After I felt that she had licked up all my filth, feeling her breathing between my cheeks drove me wild. I reached back and pushed her face into my ass, further. Her tongue became pointed and dove into my tight, brown hole. I couldn't help but exert a sigh. What a perverted slut. What an amazing slave.

Amy bobbed her face deeper into my ass, trying to get as deep as she could with her tongue. I didn't even want to think of what she tasted in there.

Eventually I pulled her off me. Amy's face was a little dirty but less than I would have imagined. Most must have gotten on her tongue. She hobbled over on her knees to the toilet bowl.

"Do you want me to... eat this too master?" she said, indicating the contents of the bowl with her hand. My god! This girl was twisted!

I hit the flush button before she made any other disgusting references to my waste. It was starting to sicken me.

I walked out quickly and grabbed by belt from my pants. Looping it into itself I put it around Amy's neck and pulled tight. The belt tightened creating a kind-of noose and a kind of leash. She audibly had difficulty breathing as I pulled her up onto her feet and walked her back into the bedroom.

I made her stand in the corner facing the middle of the room and pulled her head back by her hair so that her breasts stuck out. I pawed at them briefly before slapping one of them, then the other.

Reaching for the box of matches I struck one and held the flame to one of Amy's jewel nipples. She began to grit her teeth. She somehow crossed her legs which gave her the appearance of someone bursting to pee. 

I blew out the fire -- I didn't want to burn her flesh, just cause some pain. Amy breathed out as the coolness returned to her nipple. Then I did the same to her other one. She whimpered.

Her pussy was dripping wet when I slid my cock into her. Amy gave a sort of howl that started from her belly and echoed out of her mouth. This was what her body wanted -- a stiff penis ravaging her insides.

I held her cuffs as leverage as I sawed in and out of her youthful body. I had her bent back over the bed in the position she clearly loved best, her ass in the air, her holes completely vulnerable.

It felt amazing to finally fuck this beauty, this debauched angel. My cock had felt as if it were going to rupture. I pushed into her as far as my cock would go until my hips slapped her ass cheeks and by balls slapped beneath her.

"Uh yes, yes master. Fuck me like a whore. Fuck my disgusting body." Amy groaned, her face turned to the side. Her pale body was far from disgusting but I loved the filthy mouth on this girl.

I found the strength to hold on and fuck Amy far longer than I should have, mentally willing my balls to hold in there. Whenever I looked down at the place where my cock split her lips I almost spilled over the edge, whenever I thought of the fact that I was fucking this pretty whore anonymously while her boyfriend was not far away I almost came too. I had to keep my thoughts vicious -- keep pulling on her luscious hair or hitting her face or ass with as much strength as I could muster.

I continued to fuck the whore.

Her muffled moans made it very hard to hear the key card swipe the lock of the door, but I heard something. I stopped moving for a second.

"Uh, don't..." Amy kept fucking her body back onto my hard cock.

The door handle twisted downwards and a figure stepped through the door.

"Look Amy, I'm sorry, I don't think I can be this person for you," George stammered. "This... master or whatever, I don't think I'm that guy."

He was taking his shoes off and was putting them by the door. He still looked like an arrogant prick in his hoodie and designer jeans. But he hadn't noticed me, the strange man with his dick in his girlfriend, yet. Amy was still desperately humping her body back against me, my cock still hard -- lost in her carnal pleasure, she still hadn't heard George come in.

"Don't get me wrong, babe, I love to fuck but, I mean, I don't think I can do this perverted stuff. I'd love to maybe just take it easy and... WOAH! WOAH!"

George had noticed me. He had noticed the scene that was taking place while he was gone.

There was a moment of crystal clear silence before Amy broke it with her timid moans, "huh... uh..."

I looked at George dead on but stayed silent.

"What the fuck is going on here? Who the fuck are you?" he shouted at me.

I stared back at him, dropping my hands from Amy's cuffs to the side of my body. I wasn't weak, I was pretty certain I could take this kid if I had to.

"Amy, babe, what are you doing? What is this fuckhead doing to you?" he moved to pull Amy away from me and I grabbed his hands. "What the fuck, get off me!"

"Leave her alone," I said in as strong a voice as I could hold, given that I was naked and three thrusts from blowing. "She wants this."

At the sound of my voice, Amy suddenly noticed that something was wrong. She stopped pushing back against me.

"George.. George, what's going on?" her soft voice wavered.

"Amy, why are you fucking this man?" George snarled at her.

"Man? What man? Wh-what man, George?"

"I'm giving her what you couldn't, son," I said 'son' in the most condescending manner I had. My eyes hadn't left his. Except mine was steadfast and his were panicked.

"Who are you?" Amy tried to pull herself off my penis but the bed edge held her in place. It only succeeded in stroking her clit a few more times as she struggled.

"Yeah man, who are you?" George asked.

"I'm," I thought for a second, it was worth a shot, "I'm her master!"

Both Amy and George were silent.

"That's right, I'm this cunt's master, aren't I bitch?" I said, thrusting into her as far as my cock could reach, making Amy hiccup in pleasure.

"She's MY girlfriend! Get out of her now!"

"No." I stayed calm. "She's mine. She wants a man who knows how to treat her. Right whore?" I whipped my hand across her back, nicking her skin with my fingernails and making poor Amy squeal. "Right?" I said again, pulling on her long red hair.

"Stop it man! You're hurting her!" George lunged forward again to save his girl. I pushed him back roughly and he fell.

"Listen, she is mine. She wants this. She wants to be hurt. She is a submissive piece of meat at heart and you will never understand."

George sat panting, glaring up at me.

"Tell him slave," I ordered, pulling my cock out so that just the head sat in her cunt.

"I... I'm not sure, I..."

"Tell him who you want, slave." my voice cold and commanding.

"I... I want..." Amy's body began twisting sensuously, trying to find the cock was, up until recently, pleasuring her.

"Amy..." George almost pleaded. I could see that he was nothing but a snivelling coward. He would never treat her like she needed to be used.

"Tell him!" I thundered as I plunged my cock inside her and ripped at her hair, bending her upper body back into itself, her face raised to the ceiling and her marvellous breasts pointing outward, like a ship's mascot in the days when beautiful women adorned the bow.

"I want you master! Master! I choose you," Amy barked as her pussy was filled and body pushed to the point of pain. "Fuck George. I don't care about George. Oh my god fuck me FUCK ME!"

She was mine. I turned to look at George on the floor but he had gotten up and was leaping towards me. I twisted to the right and dodged the bulk of his mass; grabbing the lamp off the bedside I hurled it at the side of George's head. It hit with a smash and a hollow sort of thump. George fell to the floor knocked out cold. I caught my breath and surveyed the scene.

"Uh... master? Please... your cock... please," Amy rasped into the mattress, swaying her firm ass from side to side, oblivious to the fact that her boyfriend was unconscious on the floor.

I looked down and saw I was still rock hard.

My cock sawed into her asshole, penetrating her nastiest place over and over. I had made Amy cum enough time to make her cry as I fucked her pussy, so I had decided that it was time to rape her ass. I spread her cheeks as I thrust into her light brown hole causing it to dilate and gape every time I fucked her and every time I pulled out. It was delicious to feel her tight hole swallow my length time and time again.

"Yes master. Thank you master. Fuck my dirty asshole... oh god yes. Fuck me!" Amy was rambling horny nonsense. Her body was shaking. A patch of drool had formed beside her mouth on the bed.

"You nasty cunt," I snarled, pulling my cock from between her cheeks and sliding it into her mouth, gagging her for a few seconds. She sucked and licked the juices and her own filth off me, moaning.

When it was clean I moved back to her tiny hole and pierced her again. Her squeal was deafening.

After finishing inside her I sat down on the chair. Amy was still breathing heavily. Her body looked deflated but her face was glowing despite the juices that had collected on her face.

I looked at her and wondered what to do with her. It didn't matter anyway did it?

I got dressed and uncuffed the slave.

"Master what may I do for you now?" Amy had come to her senses. She was still curled up, lying on the bed.

"Nothing, forget it."

"Can I at least see what you look like master? What the man who turned me into a slave looks like?" Amy began reaching up to her blindfold.

I reached across and swatted her face. "No, you just sit there and be quiet."

Amy was silent for a moment. "Please don't go master, I need you." Her hands had begun roaming her body; she was clearly feeling horny again. "How can I please you? How can I make you happy? I am so pleased that I have a master finally."

I pulled up my fly and sat down to put on my shoes.

"Fine, you want to do something? You want to be humiliated?" I asked.

"Yes master, please." she panted.

"Here," I ordered, grabbing the wireless phone, "Dial your mother and tell her that you've broken up with old George here and just had nasty sex with a stranger in your hotel room. Say that you like, no, love pain, and tell her what names I call you and you call yourself. Do it right now and be very graphic." I kept looking down at my shoes, tying the laces. There was no way this slut would do something that hideous. I just wanted her to keep that blindfold on so that I could make it back to my room, and my real life, cleanly.

I heard the electronic beeping of the buttons on the phone. I looked up at dear Amy, her hair aflame in the second lamplight, her pale skin like porcelain. If her blindfold were off I was sure her eyes would be wild with lust.

I walked over to the door way, stepping over George's body. Amy was sobbing to herself, it didn't sound erotic this time, just sad. I grabbed the shopping bags that I had left in the corner. I looked over my shoulder one last time at the naked angel in the bed.

"Oh... oh hi Mum. Yeah I know it's late... I just... Well I just had something that I needed to say..." Amy voice trembled as I let myself out.

God, had I ruined her life? What kind of a person obeys that!

Justine had gotten home about ten minutes after I had showered and retired beneath the covers in bed. She had no idea I was awake, she was still plastered from the night on the town and smelt of alcohol.

Had my dear Justine snuggled up next to me instead of getting in the shower she would have noticed my heart racing like an engine.

I tried to sleep, but it was proving impossible. As the sound of the shower drifted away from me I fell into the blackness of deep sleep. Well deserved sleep, I thought.

The following morning Justine and I got dressed and headed downstairs to the hotel's restaurant area for complimentary breakfast. Justine looked gorgeous in a blouse and cardigan with a seductive short skirt that made me and a number of other male patron's stare.

"Did you hear the couple fighting in the room next to us late at night?" Justine asked sweetly as she buttered her bread with swift swipes of the knife.

I told her I hadn't.

"Oh of course not, honey. You were dead asleep. I guess all our shopping really took it out of you, huh?"

"Absolutely dear."

"Yeah, they were screaming at each other, fighting so hard. I think she started crying. Whoever they were I wanted to bang on the wall and tell them to shut it, but it was already three in the morning and I thought not to contribute to the noise."

"Hmm." I didn't have much to say as I bit into my breakfast. Amy and George fought last night did they? I suppose George didn't take too fondly to Amy fucking another man and outright betraying him to his face.

"We have about fifteen until Samantha comes to get us, so try to be finished by then ok? Whoops, I just have to head to the bathroom quickly." Justine kissed my cheek and hustled to the Ladies.

I pulled the glass of orange juice to my lips and looked up at the front counter. Amy was waiting in line with her luggage. She looked beautiful still, wearing a white singlet and green fashionable leggings with her black heels. Her red hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her eyes looked red and puffy. I put my glass down and stared at the curves of her ass, knowing that I'd seen what lay under those leggings and far, far more.

Amy seemed to be struggling with her bags, her slender arms fighting to keep them in place. Eventually one fell to the floor with a clunk.

I pushed my chair back and hurried over to the waif-like girl. I grabbed her bag off the floor.

"Oh thank you sir. I shouldn't have brought so many bags, right?" Amy said, her voice cheerful but her face full of sadness and uncertainty.

"Well, I have a fiancée, I know how you women like to pack."

Amy giggled and adjusted her pile of luggage. "Thanks for helping mister. I haven't had the greatest time on vacation so far."

"I'm sure it's none of my business but it's a real shame anyway." I kept eyeing up her beautiful body. Her leggings were as tight as a second skin. They sure left nothing to the imagination. Not that I had to imagine. Up close I could see that she was hiding some bruises on her face under make up. Were they my bruises or did George inflict them? I didn't think it was George.

"Yeah. Well it's just that my boyfriend left me..."

"No!" I interjected, feigning surprise.

"He just left me and made get out of the room we shared."

"What a bastard."

"And on top of that I'm having family problems," Amy whimpered.

"Family problems too?" I asked innocently.

"My mother. She's disowning me."

"Disowning you? That's not very motherly." I added.

"Well... I don't know what to."

I stepped towards Amy so that nobody else could hear us. "Maybe you shouldn't have told her you were a fucking slut?"

She gasped and jerked her head up to look at me. Her eyes were wide with shock and her mouth gaped open.

"Y-y-you..." she stammered.

"Quiet bitch!" I hissed, "I can't believe you called your mother. You are some damned whore aren't you?"

Amy was silent, continuing to stare at me with her mouth agape.

"Answer me, slut!"

"Yes..." Amy started.

"Yes what?" I spat in her ear.

"Yes master."

"Good girl," I looked over my shoulder to see if Justine was back from the bathroom. "Now, I want you to write your mobile number on a piece of paper immediately."

Amy paused for a split second and then fumbled through her purse. She handed me a scrap of paper with a scrawled number on it and "Slave" written above it.

"Master..."

"Look at me, cunt." Amy kept her eyes on the floor, embarrassed. She must've been only just then realising how disgusting she had been. When it was a cock inside her she would do anything, as soon as that cock had a face, a body, a voice, she felt humiliated. This was the man who hurt her, beat her, fed her shampoo, made her lick his ass clean... just like she wanted.

"Look. At. Me." I enunciated. Amy looked up. Her eyes filled with tears.

"I am going to say this once. If you want me to use this number, to call you my little slave, you are going to piss yourself through your leggings, right here, right now. Otherwise I will throw it into a bin and leave you forever. Understand?"

Amy looked at me through her tears, her face brightening.

"Yes master," she said, her teeth showing through her perfect lips.

I put the piece of paper in my pocket and turned to walk back to my breakfast. She was my slave, damn it, I had fought for her. I would find a way to keep her. Besides, she needed me -- without a boyfriend and without the support of her family, where would she be?

I turned one last time to look at poor Amy, standing in the middle of the marble foyer, a large dark patch growing in the crotch of her stockings and spreading outwards, oblivious to the disgusted looks she was getting from staff and customers, tears running down her cheeks, and a bright angelic smile as she stared at me from a distance.

Maybe I hadn't ruined her life? Maybe I had saved it.



Red-Haired Beauty in Coach



"Shit, I hate sitting in coach with all these people! I can't believe all the miles I have flown and my Elite Status won't even get me a first class upgrade."

I looked up from my seat 12d on the American Airlines plane, Flight 1164, New York LaGuardia to Reagan Airport, Washington, DC. What a vision. Auburn hair, shoulder length, light brown eyes, skin alabaster as shiny new pearls. High cheekbones. Freckles. Early 30s, 5'6'', around 120 lbs, light gray business suit, dark red ruffled top. Size 4, 36c. Trim and athletic. Could I or could I not see the hint of a black bra? A skirt down to just above the knees. I tried very hard not to stare a hole thru her. I was not sure I was succeeding. 

"I hate sitting with the coach people, too", I deadpanned. "I wish they would all just take Greyhound where they belong."

Her eyes got small for a second, her face scrunched up a bit. Then she burst out laughing. "I guess I did sound like a pretentious you know what! It is just that this has been an endless day. At least you made me laugh at myself."

I got up from my aisle seat and she climbed in to the window seat. I got a wonderful view of that tight behind and my mind started to wander...

"Laney" she said and put her hand out. 

"Cam." We shook hands

"Nice to meet you, Cam." 

"Nice to meet you too, Laney."

"Was the day really that bad?"

"Those damn venture guys don't understand my company's business model."

"What is your business?"

"Renting toys." She paused, then continued. "You know, kids get bored with their own toys so quickly. So we will swap them out as often as you like. It is a $29.99 monthly subscription." If kids get really attached to a particular toy, the parents can buy it from us."

"Sounds like a great idea. Do you have a lot of customers?"

"About 7,500. We grew 180% last year." 

"Wow. Who is your market?"

"Young, upscale, hip parents who don't want to be caught dead in a Toys R Us, with all of the crying, whining, sitting on the floor of the store screaming "Daddy I want this", "Mommy I want that". So to skip that stuff they'll shop with us. Junior can even help out and pick out the next set of age appropriate toys online if Mom wants. No muss, no fuss for Mom and Dad." 

"How do you get your customers?"

"Internet advertising and word of mouth, mainly"

"So why today's frown? "

"We need funding to grow. I met with a junior venture capitalist here in New York. We call them VCs, and this 25 year-old know-it-all seemed reluctant to keep funding. The limited vision he had was for us to be bought out by a Wal-Mart or Kmart, but their customers are not our customers. I tell you, for all their Harvard educations, some of these VCs are pretty stupid at times. So for now, money is tight."

"What do you do for your company?"

'I am the CFO."

"Wow, Laney", I said. "You must be proud of your accomplishments, especially so young." 

"You know, Cam, I don't feel that young. I am so busy and so tired I don't have time to sleep, much less think about that kind of stuff. She looked up at me - "Maybe when I am a little older..."

"Like me."

"I didn't say that. You look pretty young. What are you, 42?"

"Thanks for the compliment. I am a young at heart 50;"

"You look great for 50, Cam. You look like you take care of yourself pretty well. She smiled and joked, "You even have your hair!"

Did she really say I looked great? I seemed to miss the rest of what she said. My mind started to wander once again, and then my brain got back in gear. 

"Well, Laney, you look terrific yourself. What are you, 25?" 

"Very gentlemanly of you, Cam, but no. I am 33.'

We continued on awhile, and time actually flew, even, I might add, in coach! Laney talked mostly about her company, how she came from a single parent family, worked and paid her own way through college, started out her career as a cog in a very large company, worked her way up, and how she got the job she had today. It was a great, all-American story, and I loved listening to it as much as I loved watching her tell it. 

As we started our descent, Laney asked "Wow, I have been talking so much. I don't even know what you do or why you are flying to Washington." 

"I have a convention to go to for my continuing education for my CPA". It frankly wasn't all that interesting. So, I changed the subject and asked "Laney, how long are you in DC?"

"Just one night. I have a meeting tomorrow."

"Where are you staying?"

"Embassy Suites, Georgetown"

"Wow, our hotels are close. I am staying at the Westin Georgetown for my convention. Laney, I am going to go to my hotel, workout, shower, and then get something to eat. I'd love it if you could join me. I paused. "Uhh, for dinner, that is." 

Laney blushed a bit and said "Thanks for the offer, Cam, but I have a lot of work to do - check emails, review for that meeting tomorrow..."

"You have to eat, don't you?"

"Yes, but I was going to order..."

I cut her off . "Laney, I hate eating alone. I usually bring back food from the hotel restaurant, eat in my room and watch some stupid baseball or basketball game I don't even care about." I practically pleaded, "If you'll have dinner with me, you'll be doing a favor to an elderly gentleman."

Laney thought for a second and snickered. "You're not that old." She gave a small sigh. "OK, I have at least 2 hours of work, need to shower, freshen up (I liked the sound of that.) How about dinner at 7:30?"

"Sounds good." 

"Where?"

"Any dietary restrictions?" I didn't want to suggest a steak place if she was a vegetarian. 

"No."

"Good. Do you like steak? 

"Sure"

"I'll pick out a place, then, and pick you up. I'll meet you in the lobby of your hotel at 7:15."

I checked into my hotel, went to the convention welcoming booth to pick up my packet of sessions and events, then went to the hotel gym and hit the elliptical, hard, for 45.minutes. I was in good shape, but still had an extra pound or two to lose, and I wanted to lose it immediately, even though that was impossible. I went back to my room and showered and shaved, put on the best outfit I had with me, and walked over to Laney's hotel. I wore a blue sport coat and light gray button down shirt, with darker gray pants. I also had on a striped, mainly red, tie. I was at Laney's hotel 10 minutes early. I kept nervously scanning the lobby, and then I saw a stunning sight - Laney walking right towards me, in a little black dress - sleeveless, which showed off those pearly white well-toned shoulders and arms, with her neck and top of her torso showing. The additional skin I was now able to see had plenty of freckles - I quickly thought of that freckled Brazilian supermodel, Cintia Dicker. Laney's dress was about knee length. She had on sheer black hose that were transparent enough to keep a man's imagination wandering. 3 inch heels. I let her walk ahead and noticed the backline went about one-third of the way down. Most importantly, she was fully dressed, as they say, because she had on the most important thing - a bright smile. This could be good...

I said, "Laney, you are a delight to behold in that dress." 

"Thank you Cam. You look handsome yourself." 

"I like your smile, too. Good news?"

"Yes, yes. I spoke to the head VC and he overruled his dumb-ass underling. The head VC approved another 6 months of funding. That is a huge relief."

We walked towards the steakhouse, got a table, and, since we would be ordering steaks, asked for a wine recommendation. The waiter recommended a 2010 Ribbon Springs Pinot Noir. Laney sipped first, then I sipped. The wine had a wonderful bouquet and a slightly fruity taste. 

After some wine and a little bread, Laney loosened up some more. "Cam, tell me about you"

"Well, I am just a boring old controller at a bank in the New York City suburbs. And there is a conference here in Washington that I have to go to for CPA credit. 2.5 kids, 0.5 dogs, white picket fence. You are a big success, flying around, creating a business, making parents of all of those kids happy. I am balancing debits and credits. Just an average man in an average life."

"Family?"

"Married, one son who is 23 and just graduated, but can't find a job and still lives at home, and a daughter who is 19 and just starting college." You?

"No - no time for family, Cam." 

"Well, at least your life isn't boring." 

"No one's life is all boring, Cam. Tell me something interesting."

I thought for a second, looked into her eyes and told her something I rarely disclose to anyone I haven't known for at least 10 years. "I am a cancer survivor."

Laney ' face fell flat. "I am so sorry. What kind?"

"Testicular, left testicle, about 15 years ago."

Her eyes opened wide. "Cam, I'm so sorry. Did it hurt? " 

"Look, I am lucky, it could have been much worse. The surgery left a small scar but didn't hurt much. The radiation starting one month later wasn't any fun, but wasn't awful. I lost about 20 pounds, threw up some, lost muscle, needed new belts to keep my pants up. Then after a few months the effects of radiation stopped. I paused for a moment, then do what I do best to loosen the tension I just created - tell a joke. "The unfortunate thing is that this ended my lifelong dream of being a male model!"

Laney smiled at the joke. "Uhh, can you..."

I chuckled. "The good lord has seen fit to provide two of many of our parts, when we only need one to function. Actually, the remaining testicle got extra large. So I can function quite well, when called upon, thanks! It is just that I am so rarely called upon."

"Why?"

"It's an old story. You start with a passion for each other, then life intervenes, kids come along and soak up any sexual energy you might have. You start arguing over little things. Sex goes by the wayside. And my wife is somewhat of a puritan in that department, anyway. I still love her dearly, but more and more I crave that excitement you get of entering the unknown, with your heart racing. I have not had that in a long, long time." 

"I understand. People say to me: Laney, you are beautiful and successful. How come no one has caught you yet? And I tell them I am so busy I just don't have the time. I have an occasional date, but I think that either my success scares off men or that they just think they'll never get to spend any time with me given my schedule. And to be frank, at the end of a 12 hour day I just want to eat some take out salad and go to bed. Doesn't leave much time for romance."

"Well", I said, "Our sad stories are in the past. Let's focus on the here and now. You've got your funding. And my cancer has been gone for 15 years. Let's celebrate!" 

I was about to look for the waiter, but Laney took charge. "Garcon", she yelled, "another glass of wine."

We continued on, working our way through the Caesar salad. Laney reached for the boat of vinaigrette dressing. The wine had been making its way to my head, and I put my right hand over her left one for an instant, and let it linger slightly more than it should have had it been an accident. For a second Laney was startled. Had I gone too far? I was about to mumble an apology when the answer quickly came -Laney reached across the table and put her other hand on top of mine for at least five seconds. The answer further came when I felt Laney's now shoeless foot touch my leg, and it moved up and down my calf. She then brought her foot down with a mischievous smile.

I ate my "cowboy" ribeye, and Laney ate her European cut filet, whatever that is. We split an order of "jumbo" asparagus. Laney made a bit of a show in eating the last piece or asparagus, putting it briefly in, then out, of her mouth. I blushed. Halfway through the main course, we each ordered one more glass of wine, though I barely touched the third glass, as I am not a big drinker. We skipped dessert. The check came and I reached for my wallet, but Laney quickly reached into her purse and pulled out her black American Express Card, and said "No, I am paying. Dinner with you has been a delight." I tried to protest but was cut off. We left the restaurant, and since it was a beautiful, 55 degree spring evening, I asked Laney if she wanted to walk around the National Mall and see the monuments at nighttime. She said yes and I put her hand in mine as we walked in the crisp spring air. She looked cold, so I gave her my jacket. The monuments were gorgeous in the night sky. As we made our way back towards our hotels, Laney leaned her head into my shoulder. She asked if I wanted to come up to her room for some coffee. My heart was now pounding in my chest. My suave reply: "Uhh, sure."

There was sexual tension as we had the elevator to ourselves, but somehow we kept our hands off each other during the ride. We got to her floor and walked towards her room. She put the card key in the room lock and entered. She took off my coat that she had been wearing outside and walked towards her 23rd floor window and looked at the view. I followed behind her and looked at a different view, but what I looked at was much prettier. I came up behind her and lightly brushed those sparkling bare shoulders, and I heard "mmmm". I then massaged her shoulders while working my way towards the top of her bare back. I bent over to lightly kiss her shoulders. She leaned her butt back, and I leaned my torso forward. My stiffening erection brushed up against her. We stayed that way for awhile and both swayed a bit, and my arms continued to explore Laney's sides. 

Laney turned around, loosened my tie, and began unbuttoning my shirt. When she undid the last button, she pushed open the shirt, rubbed her hands on my chest and put her thumbs on my nipples, which surprised me. This caused my erection to harden further. Laney pulled the shirt off my shoulders and it fell to the ground. She looked at my chest and arms smiled and said "Wow Cam, nice muscles. Are you this big all over?" She lightly rubbed the skin on my chest and sides, which felt heavenly. I reached for the straps on her dress and watched it tumble down. Now I could completely see the black lace bra. But not for long. Fortunately, the clasp was in the front and provided easy access. I undid it and watched her breasts jiggle with life, freed from their temporary incarceration. Laney stepped away and towards the bed, and I just watched as she took off her shoes and hose. She was left with only silk black panties. She looked at me and I got the message to sit on the bed and take my shoes and socks off, too. When I stopped there, Laney looked at me quizzically. So I loosened my belt and pulled down my pants. My erection was a tent pole against my blue Calvin Klein underwear. 

Laney moved towards the head of the bed and motioned me upwards. I kneed my way up the bed and lightly brushed her lips with mine. We then had a very long sensual, passionate kiss. As we kissed, Laney's hands lightly went up and down my back and sides, causing me to involuntarily shake. After we both came up for air, Laney said "Cam, you are a great kisser", then we resumed. When we came up for air again, I slowly moved to kiss her cheeks and neck, kissing lightly and then more forcefully the hollow of her neck. Laney let out a soft murmur. 

I made my way to her chest, kissing down towards those luscious orbs. I first breathed just above her right nipple. I gradually made my way to the area between her breasts, without touching them. Then the tips of my index finger lightly made a circle on the outside of that breast. I them moved and began kissing the right breast, deliberately avoiding the nipple for now. I stopped for a second and looked at her. She opened her eyes with a look that said "continue, damn it". So I then put the meat of my thumb on the right nipple, and moved it in a circular motion. I bent forward, blew above the nipple again, and then lightly tongued it. Next I sucked it entirely into my mouth, and moved the nipple to the side of my mouth. I swirled my tongue around its edge, then very lightly nibbled my teeth on it. I next moved over to her left breast.

After then giving her left breast the proper attention it deserved, I moved downwards. I skipped her pleasure palace for now. I lightly brushed her calves and the underside of her knees. I moved up to lightly touch both of her thighs and then kissed them for awhile. I next moved to the bottom of Laney's torso. Laney's panties were getting increasingly wet, and finally I pulled them down. Laney had a beautiful, trimmed auburn bush that matched her hair. A real redhead! I lightly stroked the area where her crotch met her thighs, then licked Laney's pussy lips. Laney opened her legs wider. I licked my right index finger and moved it to her pussy lips. I then gradually penetrated her opening with that finger, and then l went down and licked my adjacent finger as well, then pushing two fingers increasingly into her. Laney moaned encouragement. 

I moved my fingers in, then out, then in just a little bit deeper, then out, repeating the process until my fingers were in as far as they could go. I took my fingers out and moved in to kiss her pussy lips and lightly run my tongue over them. Laney slowly writhed, lost in the moment. I stuck my tongue into her opening and after a few moments found her sensitive nub I was looking for. I lightly licked her clit, and then lightly sucked it, moved away from it, then going back to sucking it. Laney's moans grew louder. I repeated this for awhile, with different pacing and intensity, then stopping. I next very lightly put my teeth on her nub and the damn broke. She squirted out her love juices and was trying to muffle her screams. I licked up all she had to offer. I eased off for awhile, then went in and tried to find the g-spot. Laney had to guide me on this one - "Cam, a little further down", but I found it, and took pleasure in brushing it and kissing it while Laney moaned. After a while, Laney came again. I licked up some more. 

Laney then regained her sense of control. I moved up to her and kissed her, so that she could taste her own sweet nectar. After this, she said "OK, Cam, now you are mine!" 

Laney pushed me off, and I turned over on my back while Laney straddled me. I still had on my Calvin Klein underwear. She rubbed and kissed my chest hair and made her way south. She rubbed her hand on the outside of my underwear, and my erection grew stiffer. She stopped for at least 30 seconds, until I looked at her pleadingly. She went back to what she was doing and pulled down my underwear. She smiled and said "I knew you'd be a big boy". She then lightly toyed with my public hair, and moved her finger to barely brush my single, engorged, testicle. Laney smiled and said - "you were right, that ball is huge!" She moved down towards my thighs and kissed her way up. She next skillfully put her index fingers just to the outsides of my ball. My cock was of course rock hard at this point, but Laney was deliberately not touching it, though she blew over it. She went down and sucked on my giant single testicle. I moaned my approval. She then let it go, with a pop, and blew on my penis once again. I was aching for her touch it. 

Laney made a circle with her fingers, put the circle over the base of my penis, and ever so lightly moved her fingers and hand up and down, up and down, barely grazing my penis but setting it on fire nonetheless. I twitched involuntarily. She then put her tongue at the base of my penis and licked slowly upwards. When she put her tongue in my frenelum, I let out a moan. Laney then moved her hand back to my giant testicle and gave it a light squeeze, and she looked at me for approval. Getting it, she gently squeezed my ball on and off, and then gradually took my length into her warm and inviting mouth. Laney stopped at some point and noticed my precum. She bent down to lick it off, blew on my member, and started again. She gradually took more and more of me into her mouth, then pulled off again and stayed off for what seemed like an eternity but was probably another 30 seconds or so. She saw my look, the confused look of someone wanting the impossible - to both cum and to be left in just-about-to-cum state at the same time. 




Red-Haired Beauty in Coach



She went down on me again, and, again as I got extremely close, she pulled off. I was almost leaking pre-cum at this point. Laney squeezed my penis and put her thumb over my opening to keep my cum in its holster. 

I apparently gave a painful look again, because Laney smiled a mischievous smile - it was becoming increasingly clear to me that she liked the whole control thing. "OK baby, Laney will give you what you need." She took me in her waiting mouth again and moved me up and down, faster. At the same time, she put one hand on my testicle and the other hand applied pressure on the area where my pubic hair is. I fought hard to hold back, but Laney's full out onslaught was more than I could bear. I tried to moan "I'm cumming", but it was too late. I violently spasmed and shot load after load after load into her mouth. She continued to suck, swallowed sum cum, I think, and let some of my cum dribble out of her mouth. Laney just held her position. My penis became flaccid but was enormously sensitive, and Laney continued to suck it, causing almost unbearable sensations. Finally Laney pulled off and moved up to kiss me, now my turn to taste my own juices. 

"Yum yum. Stud, I am not done with you. Think you have another load left?"

"Lord, I hope so, Laney. I Might need a bit of recovery time, though."

We lay side by side and started to laugh. We barely knew each other, but we were meshing on this gorgeous spring evening. It was hard to believe we had put only seven hours ago. 

After a while Laney moved her hands downwards, and in no time I was hard again. She grabbed a condom that I had brought, put it on me, and rolled on top of me. Laney slammed my tool into her opening and proceeded to ride me like a mechanical bull. Since I had already cum earlier, I had almost infinite stamina now. Laney bounced up and down, up and down, her auburn hair touching my chest hair and her tits occasionally brushing my face. I tried to push my member as far into her as possible as I put my hands on her well toned ass. As we were riding and bucking together, I bent up to suck her bouncing nipples, one at a time. We continued on and on in a rhythmic motion. I saw Laney squeeze her face tight, and then she finally got her release, and she out a not-so-muffled scream. As she regained her composure, she asked if I had cum, and I told her no. She looked a bit disappointed, and I asked her to lightly brush my testicle. She did that, got off me, turned me to my side, and lightly rubbed the opening to my butt. She gradually moved her fingers into my opening, and I squirmed. Laney then grabbed me and pulled me on top of her, and I entered her once again. We began another rhythmic rocking. I thought I was far away from cumming, but surprisingly, in an instant my damn burst, and I let out an "ugggggh". 

Laney got off and we giggled again. We held each other, both of us enjoying the afterglow. We drifted off to sleep. Next thing I knew, the sun burst into my eyes and I saw Laney fully dressed in her crisp business suit. "Cam, she said, I have got to get to my meeting. You can just leave when you are ready. She smiled - "I guess you didn't get much value out of your hotel room last night, huh?" She walked over to me while I was still in the bed, bent down to give me a kiss and handed me her still wet, fragrant panties. "These are for you, stud". 

Laney headed towards the hotel room door, stopped, reached into her purse and put something on the table near the door. I wondered - did she just put her business card on the nightstand? To be continued????

The End.



Red Handed



It was late and I was bored with the television, so I turned to the Internet for something to occupy my mind. I knew that I should be upstairs asleep by now because I had to get up for work in a few short hours, but I was still jazzed up from drinking cup after cup of Coca-Cola. It was after midnight already and I wasn't even the slightest bit tired. The T.V. remote slipped through my fingers then I clicked and surfed my way across the World Wide Wasteland, forsaking one cathode ray nipple for another. 

Mindlessly reading some baseball story or something on some sports blog or another, I blinked once, then twice, at one of those annoying Internet pop-up windows that inevitably invade our computer screens. A link to some seedy online pornographer, one of a literally endless parade of lurid pop-up ads selling cybersex in one flavor or another, in this case a petite brunette in black latex gloves and shiny thigh boots – beckoning to me from the screen as her fist clenched a leather riding crop in a threatening yet seductive pose. Pert breasts glistening with hard, pink nipples arching up ever so slightly, she pointed directly towards her cleanly shaved pussy, as if to demand oral service from some unseen slave. I closed the pop-up window and went back to reading, but the sexually graphic image had already triggered a stimulus response deep within the limbic system of my brain. I soon lost all interest in baseball. 

I was horny now, so I closed my web browser and opened a folder containing my favorite dirty pictures -- digital photographs of Wendy in varying states of undress and in various erotic or suggestive poses. On a particularly care-free evening a few years back, she actually allowed me take some nude photos of her. I still enjoy looking at these pictures when I'm awake alone at night. Soon I was viewing them in a slideshow, idly rubbing the bulge in my Levis and drinking in the glowing images of her with my eyes. Eventually my erection grew uncomfortable so I pulled my waistband down to my thighs. My aching hard-on sprung free and I wrapped my fingers around it, stroking slowly, softly. She enticed me from the screen as I continued, my breaths coming faster and deeper now. I imagined the feel and taste of her body as I went on, a little bit faster, a little bit harder. Gentle waves of tension coursed through my body and I focused on the screen, just barely moaning as I went on, losing myself in the sensations and images. As my pace quickened I felt the tension begin to build; the room began to blur as my arousal took over and I felt my eyes rolling back in my head. Almost subconsciously, I began lifting up my hips in a subtle thrusting motion, breathing more heavily, feeling almost like I was in a trance. Just then I heard the unmistakable sound of someone clearing their throat. I froze instantly – and turned to see Wendy standing there in her bathrobe and pajamas. I sat speechless with my cock still throbbing in my fist while she stood there in the doorway with her hand on her hip, a curious smile curling up the edges of her lips. She gazed down at my naked midsection, then tilted her head slightly, looking me directly in the eye.

"So, is this what you do every night while I'm asleep?" Her eyes were already locked onto mine and I suddenly felt helpless and ashamed. My erection began to wilt in my hand. I squirmed uncomfortably in my chair as her eyes wandered back down my body. I began to cover myself. "Oh, no you don't!" she stepped forward quickly, "don't stop now, I want to see you jerk off!" She grinned as I sat, frozen. I felt embarrassed, being caught red handed like this. She spoke again as I hesitated, her voice taking on a slightly harsher tone. "I told you to jerk off, now get to it. Rub it up and down until you squirt!" She casually stepped towards me. "Now, do it!" 

I exhaled slightly, leaning back in my chair. "Umm, okay" I whispered, reeling in embarrassment. I started stroking again, just as she ordered. Slowly I moved my hand back and forth, sliding my fingers along the length of my cock. I was hoping that she would join in, but she just stood there watching me. I felt totally insecure, like I was on display.

"That's it, jerk off for me." She moved even closer, next to where I sat, a curious swagger building in her voice. "I wanna see how you do it." This was totally unlike her, to act so crudely sexual, and especially to be so blatantly demanding about it. Why was she suddenly behaving this way? I was too stunned to ask or say anything about it – I just kept on stroking my cock.

"Take off the rest of your clothes." I quickly complied, pulling my shirt over my head and sliding my jeans all the way off – but I couldn't help feeling a bit uneasy, being completely nude while she stood there fully clothed. She continued to let her eyes wander over my body, finally stopping again to look me in the eye. "Play with yourself so I can watch -- I want to see you make yourself cum." I was still nervous, performing for her like this, but I kept on going. My cock began to stiffen as I awkwardly masturbated for her entertainment. 

She seemed to be enjoying my discomfort, taunting me as she leaned to whisper in my ear. "I'll bet you'd like to put that thing of yours into my hot little pussy, wouldn't you?" My pulse quickened as she spoke and I impulsively started moving my hand faster. I tilted my head back and saw her standing next to me, lips slightly parted. Her eyes fixed upon my crotch, staring intently as I jerked off. I couldn't help but notice the top two buttons of her pajamas were unbuttoned. "Yes, that's it..." She rested her elbow on the back of my chair, turning me slightly to the left as she continued to taunt and tease me. "That's it, jerk it faster. I'll bet you like jerking off for me, don't you?" Her unbuttoned pajamas hung open as she leaned over beside me, affording me a delicious view of her small, perfect breasts. 

"Yes." I whispered meekly, watching her perky little tits bounce softly in the rhythm of my strokes. The shock of my embarrassment began to slowly fade as I jerked off, savoring the sight of her smooth, supple orbs and exquisite, rosy nipples. "I like to jerk off for you." I felt ashamed and excited at the same time. She seductively licked two of her fingers, then started wetting my nipples with her saliva. It tickled slightly but the sensation was mostly pleasurable. She brushed them with her fingertips, pinching slightly. My nipples quickly responded to her touch, sticking out like two tiny points.

"Tell me." Her voice sounded rougher, deeper. "Tell me how much you like to jerk off for me." 

"I like to jerk off for you." I repeated, pumping my fist on my now throbbing shaft as she tickled and toyed with my nipples. Tides of lust swept over me; I felt humiliated yet exhilarated as I surrendered my shame, and myself, to her. "I want to jerk off for you and cum for you."

"You keep jerking it, but don't you dare cum yet." She pinched one nipple between her thumb and forefinger to make her point, squeezing as she looked me in the eye. "You don't cum until I tell you to."

"OWW!" I winced, crying out at the unexpected jolt of pain. She immediately softened her grip, smoothly caressing my nipple as she kneaded it between her fingers. "Okay, I won't cum." I felt like I was out of breath as I continued masturbating. "Not until you tell me to." Her fingers felt silky, soothing my nipples as she worked them over. She really seemed to enjoy playing with them. Looking down her pajama shirt again, I noticed that her own nipples were hard now. I watched as they softly grazed against the fabric of her shirt.

"That's it, rub your cock up and down." She was almost whispering, her eyed glazing over slightly. "Use your fingers to play with the head." I dutifully obeyed, forming a ring with my thumb and forefinger to encircle the head of my cock. I moved my hand up and down slightly, softly teasing the tip, breathing a bit deeper as I stroked it carefully. I was barely touching the super-sensitive skin as I skimmed slowly over the glans, causing my cock to twitch involuntarily.

"Oooh," I moaned as my cock swelled to capacity. I knew that I could cum right now if I quickened my pace even a little bit, but I carefully held back, remembering her warning and the pain that had accompanied it. I couldn't help but arch my back slightly, lifting my hips again as the tension started to build up in my body. With my pelvis raised, my cock stood straight up in the air as I almost imperceptibly stroked the tip with my thumb and forefinger. I kept hoping that she would grab my cock and finish me off, but she just stood there playing with my nipples and watching me jerk myself off. I hovered on the brink for what seemed like an eternity, my body taut and my cock literally aching to explode. I wanted to cum so badly that I could almost taste it; I suddenly knew that I couldn't hold out much longer. Using my left hand, I gripped my cock at the base to steady it and to stop myself from cumming. It was almost too much, watching her tits sway and bounce while she plucked at my nipples and talked dirty to me. I started stroking more slowly, carefully, trying not to cum.

"Mmmm, yeah, you jerk it for me. Use two hands." Her voice sounded throaty as slipped one hand under the waistband of her pajamas, deftly sliding those nimble fingers between her thighs. I felt her breath on my neck as she moaned softly, cooing in my ear as she touched herself. "That's it, squeeze your cock. Jerk it. Jerk it faster." Her hand moved in a circular motion as she spread her legs further apart, fingering herself deeper. I started jerking faster, focusing all of my energy on holding back my orgasm. "My pussy is sooooo wet," she teased, smiling wickedly, "you'd love to jam that hard cock into my tight little hole, wouldn't you?"

"Y-Yesss" I stammered, barely able to speak.

"Yes what?" She continued, her voice even deeper, huskier than before.

"Yes," I went on, barely able to hold my eyes open, "I want your pussy, I love your hot little pussy." I jerked off more vigorously, both hands wrapped tightly around my pulsing cock. I felt a perverse thrill at performing for her like this, like I was doing something terribly forbidden but had no will to resist. "I love your pussy, I want to feel your pussy." 

"Want my pussy, huh?" She leaned closer, teasing playfully as she whispered in my ear, still toying with my nipples. 

"Yes," I panted heavily, "I do."

"How bad?" She asked coyly. 

"Really bad! I need your pussy!" I practically begged as I pumped my cock with two fists. All of my remaining inhibitions melted away as I performed unabashedly for her, jerking off my cock to please her. 

"Yeah, I'll bet you'd like to taste my pussy too!" She pushed her waistband down so that I could see her finger sliding up and down her smooth, hairless slit. I nodded, moaning at the sight of her clean shaven pussy, jerking off furiously now. "Yeah, faster. Faster!" She spread her clitoral hood and delicately massaged her tender, pink button, moaning deeply as she continured to speak. "Mmmm, jerk that cock! Jerk it off!" She towered over me, laughing out loud as we masturbated together. "C'mon, tell me how bad you want to taste my pussy!" 

"I wanna taste it so bad!" I gasped, arching my back further as every muscle in my body clenched tight. She smiled down at me, eyes blazing, obscenely spreading her pussy as she worked it with her slender fingers. "Let me taste your pussy now!" I moaned, entranced, as my hand flew up and down my cock in a blur. "I need it, please, I need to taste it." 

"Okay baby," she purred, pulling her fingers from between her thighs and forcefully sticking them in my mouth. "Taste it, taste my pussy!" Her salty flavor and musky aroma engulfed my senses, convulsing my body in a renewed frenzy. She wiped her juices across my mouth, driving me insane. I jerked even faster, almost involuntarily, licking her sweet nectar from my lips. "Yeah, you like that, don't you?" she crooned, rubbing her sticky wetness on me, suffusing my nostrils with her sublime essence. I inhaled deeply as she smeared it all over my face, sending shivers through my taut, prostrate form. "That's it, jerk it for me! Jerk it harder!" Thrusting my hips forward, I obeyed, yanking wildly on my fully engorged cock. I was electrified by her scent, jerking off spastically as a blinding rapture welled up inside of me. "Cum for me baby, do it! Now!" she squealed, tickling and pinching my nipples with her other hand. "Shoot it for me!"

Masturbating deliriously, I felt my aching cock become completely rigid as the sound of her voice catapulted me past the point of no return. The tip of my cock started tingling as my groin muscles shook in the first wave of a shattering climax. Electric rivulets of nirvana shivered outward to every inch of my body as I erupted in orgasmic convulsions. She continued anointing me with her sex as my cock exploded, showering me with ejaculate. Hot, milky streams spurted onto my stomach and chest and even my face as hungrily I sucked and slurped her glistening fingers, luxuriating in the divine taste of her pussy.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh" I cried out as the intensity of my orgasm erased all time and space, leaving me alone, elated in exaltation of my beloved. I floated in a weightless, blissful oblivion, eyes closed, for what seemed like a long time.

She suddenly snapped me out of my reverie. "Enjoyed that, didn't you?" Her voice whipped me back to reality, making me immediately self conscious. Her lips curled that same wicked smile that she'd flashed while teasing me; that same confident edge crept into her voice. "You dirty boy..." She shook her head, beholding the obscene spectacle of my depraved audacity and my spent, splayed body. I marveled, awed by her beauty, then sighed as I watched her pull her pajama pants back up. Looking up at her, then down at the sticky, white gobs of cream running and dripping all over me, I swooned, numb with embarrassment. "You really got off on that, didn't you?" I wanted to say something but couldn't find the words. Her eyes lingered, meandering over my cum-splattered torso as I slumped in my chair, still gripping my cock with both hands. Mortified, I started wiping the cum of off my chest when she suddenly growled at me through clenched teeth. "I didn't tell you to take your hands off that dick!" I sat speechless, drenched in my own semen. "Grab it!" She pointed at my half flaccid penis. "Do it now!" She practically snarled, cocking her head back, glaring fiercely. Confused and intimidated, I nervously grabbed my cock with both hands. I felt incredibly ashamed, even more so than before, yet inexplicably unable to disobey her. "Good boy. You'll learn your place." The tone of her voice took on a smug swagger as she looked down at me. "Rub it." There was no way to deny her, no way I could summon the will to defy her. I couldn't understand it but there was nothing I could do about it, so I simply obeyed. I massaged my cock, almost in a trance, again performing at her whim. "That's it. Fondle your cock for me, baby." She idly rubbed her crotch through her pajamas. "Yeahhh, rub it. Play with your balls, too." I did as I was told, feeling embarrassed but also strangely tantalized as I fell under her spell. She had never taken control of me so forcefully, enslaving me with such confident ease. I jerked off with one hand and cradled my balls with the other as she watched. "You like jerking off in front of me, don't you?" She smiled.

"Yes." My fingers spread the sticky semen up and down the length of my softened cock, smearing it like lubricant. "I like to jerk off for you."

"Well," she smiled again, "I like it too." Her fingers glided back under the waistband of her pajamas and she grinned impishly, winking at me. "Go on, jerk it faster." I complied, masturbating faster as she began to stroke her pussy, seemingly intoxicated by the power she held over me. "I like to watch you playing with it, touching it, creaming all over yourself." She licked her lips as she spoke, staring deeply into my eyes. The way she looked down at me was unnerving, yet absolutely thrilling. I was adrift, lost in her eyes as she watched me masturbate, egging me on. "Yeah, jerk that cock. Spread your legs wider." Utterly captivated, I did as I was told, arching my back further and moving my hips forward as I spread my legs as wide as I could. I kept yanking on my half limp cock, obscenely exhibiting myself in euphoria and humiliation as I slipped softly into a primal trance. My gaze drifted lower, dreamily following the barely perceptible undulations of her hips as she fingered herself. "Watching you jerk it, shooting cum everywhere, it made me so horny." She knew I yearned to be dominated and she sometimes indulged my submissive fantasies, but something seemed different this time. "My favorite part was watching you cum in your face." She giggled mischievously, making direct eye contact again as I obediently performed for her. I felt exposed, almost frightened, but also extremely excited. I felt like she held me there, trapped, with just her eyes. I felt like I had no will of my own. She rubbed her crotch harder, taunting me. "Did you like cumming for me?" I nodded helplessly, unable to resist her. She smiled, sliding her pajamas abruptly down to her ankles.

"Ooh..." I gasped at the unexpected revelation of her glistening pussy. My cock twitched slightly at the sight of her divinity and I instinctively started jerking faster.

"Yesssss," she purred, pleased by the effect she was having on me. "You still want this pussy, don't you?" She licked her finger and started tracing moist circles around her clitoris. I couldn't speak as I stared, hypnotized by the wonder of her dainty fingers rubbing her wet, hairless pussy. "I'll bet you still want to taste it," she taunted, spreading her pussy wider, "you want your mouth right here, don't you?" She waited for a response. "Don't you?" 

"Yes!" I finally blurted, my voice cracking. She stepped closer, moving her pussy to within inches of my face. 

"Tell me how bad you want to taste it." She drove me insane whenever it was clean shaven and she knew it. 

"Please, I want your pussy in my mouth." With great effort, I tore my eyes away from her smooth, pristine jewel and looked at her with misty eyes. "I wanna lick your pussy," I pleaded, "I wanna suck it." She loomed over me as I spoke, riveting me with her gaze while she worked her finger on her tiny, erect clit. My cock stiffened a bit more as I continued to masturbate for her.

"How bad?" She smiled and pushed her hips forward, swaying, barely rocking back and forth. The hypnotic motion drew my eyes back down to her crotch. "How bad do you want it?" 

"Bad! I want your pussy!" It was right there in front of me and I longed for it, needed it. I knew I just had to taste her smooth, sweet pussy. She kept teasing me though, stroking and fingering herself right there in front of me. 

"C'mon, show me." She skimmed two fingers down the length of her slit, sliding them inside the creamy folds of her smooth, shimmering skin. "Show me how bad you want it." I gasped as she spread her fingers, pulling back her swollen vulva to expose the pink bliss that I desired more than anything else on Earth.

"Oooooh," I moaned, trying to jerk off faster but I was already pumping my cock as fast as I could.

"C'mon, make that dick hard again." She licked the tip of her index finger and delicately touched the underside of her swollen clit. Her finger barely moved as she rubbed it up and down, stroking slowly. I saw her hard little button throb once, then twice as it swelled, sticking out further, until it was erect. She started jerking it faster and faster, until I couldn't take any more.




Red Handed



Mistress was gone for the afternoon. She had some shopping and errands to attend to. She had been tired lately, working a lot. She had not used him in days. He felt listless, depressed. He was dying for her touch. Needing to feel the reassurance in her finger tips. Taste her, feel her. He was going crazy.

Just minutes after her departure, his mind was already trailing to the chest. All of the wonderful things that she used. Every strike, every burn, made from the wonderful items found there. Never being allowed to see inside, he was in a trance. Like a kid in a candy store, he could not help himself. His need great, forward he found himself going. Into the bedroom, into the closet. 

Was he really going to do this? To defy her so openly? What if he was caught? His heart raced, thinking of the fury. The sweet punishment. To actually feel those wonderful items. To touch them in his hands was too much temptation for his heart to take.

Hands closing around the handle, he pulls up. Heart stops. Locked. Looking closer, seeing the small padlock. Crushed, he slumped against the chest.

Mind racing, he remembers popping those locks as a child. One swift smack with a hammer and home free. Aghast at what he was mentally contemplating unnerved him.

Returning moments later with hammer, fears and Mistress be damned. He had to see, had to touch. If only for a moment.

Smashing the small delicate lock and thinking to himself that there was no turning back. Opening the top, eyes sparkling like a childs. Hands reaching, lovingly caressing. Trailing his finger down the materials. Leather, silk, nylon, satin. Oh my God. Eyes closing, Mistress' favorite belt in his hand. Fingers tracing over the metal edges, feeling them against his back, thighs. This belt had given him so much pleasure, Mistress' belt. 

Opening his eyes, watching what his hands were doing. He presses the belt to his lips, kissing the metal. Inhaling deeply, smelling the Mistress' perfume. Pressing the belt against his face, sliding it around his shoulders. Buckle clinking with the movement. 

Eyes wide, he sits up. He hears the door opening, she is back! What have I done?

Forgetting my bank card, I rush back in the house, picking it up from the counter. Chuckling to myself, I'm always forgetting something. Stopping suddenly, something feeling wrong. Where was Eric?

Checking the living room, kitchen. My bitch is nowhere. Walking to the bedroom door, pushing it the rest of the way open. Floored by what I saw. Taking a deep breath, clearing my raging mind. Trying to control myself, control my anger. 

There sat my little bitch, frantically fumbling in My chest. His dirty unworthy hands all over My toys. His face taken aback and caught red handed in My things. 

Closing my eyes, telling myself to hold it together. I set my things down on the floor. 

"Stand up now, boy! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Looking down, belt still in his hand. He does not look me in the eyes. He does not want to see the seething anger inside of me.

"Here now, bring me my belt. Assume the position at my feet now, naked."

Coming to me, handing me his pain. Undressing quickly. Getting on all fours facing me, eyes glued on the carpet below him. 

"Turn the fuck around; I do not want to look at you. You have disgraced me and yourself today. I thought you were trained? Whoever came before me does not deserve the title to let you get away with such things."

When his back is to me, I bring the belt down hard. Metal stinging in to his flesh. He does not move. Repeatedly bringing it down harder and harder. Red whelps marking him, branding his back. Leaving less white flesh then red, I stop. Looking up into the closet, seeing the lock broken. Livid, I take the belt and wrap it around his neck, jerking up. Straddling his back, I cinch it closed, tight. Using the remainder as a lead, pulling him close to me. In the closet, stopping at the toy box. 

I pull out the largest anal plug I have. Six inches long and very, very thick. I shove it in to his ass, all the way in. 

"No matter what, do not drop this out of your ass. Do you understand you little bitch?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I am so sorry, please forgive me."

Taking my panties off, I ball them up. Jamming them in to his pleading mouth. Taping the silk in place. 

"Look at me!"

His eyes slowly rising to me, shame in their dark brown depths.

"By the end of this day, I may have to ask you the same thing."

Fear replacing shame now.

Pulling him behind me, I enter the bathroom. 

"Stay."

Returning to the bedroom, further investigating his offense. Dipping down to scoop up the broken lock. I pick up some supplies from the battered trunk.

"Stand up bitch, hands in front of you."

I take one of his wrist, slapping a cuff on them hard. Metal hitting bone, promising a bruise. Stretching his hands up. Attaching both wrist to the shower head. I pushed the plug in harder, reminding him of it. 

I take his soft penis, lining the shaft with super glue. Placing his flaccid piece back on his side thigh. Holding it in place, assuring it was glued well. I raked my nails up his stomach, his chest. 

"I have some shopping to do bitch, I will be back later to handle you."

He hung there, arms heavy. Gravity pulling on them hard, sore from the time that had passed. It was now dark outside through the window. The bathroom was dark, swallowing his thoughts with it. Ass aching from holding the plug inside. Afraid to drop it, afraid of Mistress' wrath. Never had he seen her eyes go to quite that color of green. Dark forest green, shadowed with something bordering evil.

He had never seen Mistress so mad. Months of knowing her, she has always been even tempered. To the point of gentle, at times. This new side of her made him nervous, concerned. Even as he thinks that, he knows that he was excited beyond fear. His penis had jumped several times when he thought about his predicament. The pain coming hard and fast to him. Flesh ripping as he is ripped away from his own thigh. Pain quickly dousing his ardor. Lights flash on, blinding him momentarily.

After a long afternoon of shopping, my thoughts never strayed from what waited at home. Standing there, anticipating. 

Naked in the shower. There he was, eyes popping to mine with the harsh light. Begging me.

I take off my clothing, slowly. My sun dress crumpling on the floor next to the shower. Lacy bra and panties following. His eyes never leaving mine. His penis rising and falling, each time a tiny tear was created. Blood trickling down, one small droplet at a time. Only an inch down the length, he had a long way to go.

"Good to see you have listened. How is that ass feeling? Tired? Sore?"

Laughing, I pull it out rapidly, showing no mercy. His eyes close, body sags with relief. Turning on the water, I step in to the shower in front of him. 

I start to wash my body, lathering soap on my soft skin. Rubbing, caressing my body. Closing my eyes, hands over my breast. Touching myself, inserting a finger in to my silken folds. His sharp muffled groan interrupts my ministrations. 

I reach out, ripping off the tape. Yanking the panties out of his mouth.

"Drink the water, all you will get."

"Thank you." His voice deep, raspy. Barely audible in the stream of hot water.

After a moment, I turn my back to him. Washing my long hair, massaging conditioner in to it. I back closer in to his body, my ass brushing against his glue-bound dick. He sucks in his breath, as I slowly bend over. My hands touching my ankles, smiling at the sharp shriek in response. Every time his dick got hard, a little more of his foreskin rips as it pulls away. 

Turning around, I kiss him hard.

Fingers twisting in my pussy, I bring up a taste to his lips. Sucking as he whimpers. Centimeters ripping off of his member. Dropping to my knees, eyes on his. I lick his semi-hard cock. Hanging on by mere inches. A red bloodied line buries into the remaining flesh. 

Tongue twirling around the head, licking unabused areas. His cries and screams ripped out of his mouth. Inch by inch, his erection pulled the skin off. Away from his body. When all was done, his blood mixing with water in shower, I relent. 

He was tired, his mind had been racing for hours. He needed to calm down. I take the handcuffs off, his hands slamming to his sides. He was told to stay right there until I was ready for him. 

I go back into the bedroom, toweling off. Pulling a chair from the other room, I set it just inside the door. I take out the large black, eleven and a half inch dildo, very thick. I lube it up quickly, only half way down the shaft. 

I go into the kitchen, cutting a small piece of saran wrap. Rifling through the drawer, finding the duck tape, as well. I return to the bedroom, sitting down on the chair. 

"Come here boy."

He walks slowly in to the next room. His eyes are downcast; his dick hangs low, beaten. I know he is nervous, frightened of what more I will do to him. His body already sore from punishment, he craves more. Mind and body. Mixed emotions as he walks before his Mistress. He knows she will never hurt him more than he can handle. 

"On your knees."

Inches from my open thighs, I scoot forward in the chair. Wearing absolutely nothing, putting my pussy inches from his face. Closing my eyes, I touch myself in front of him. Ever so gently. Moaning softly at the wonderful feeling. Increasing speed as orgasm crests. I squirt and dribble juice. He can see my nectar, smell my sweetness. He is now rock hard, hoping and praying that I will give him a taste.

Taking the small piece of clear wrap, I set it over my twat. Moisture holding and sealing the thin plastic to me. I command him to lick. 

His tongue coming towards me, I push his head forward. Rubbing my pussy all over his face, not one drop getting through. Pushing him harder against me, so close to cumming.

"Move that damn wrap and put two fingers inside of me. Fuck me with your hand 'til I cum, bitch."

Groaning as I feel the cool air against my heat. His thick fingers slipping inside my wetness with no resistance. His hand moving fast, orgasm coming just as fast. 

"Oh God yes." Unable to control myself, grabbing his hand. Riding it hard. Prolonging that sweet, blissful moment.

"Withdraw." Voice a little broken from the powerful pleasure. Sitting up a bit, I look him deep in his eyes. I suckle on his fingers, licking up every drop of myself off of him.

"You don't even get the taste in your disobedient mouth."

He looks at me, pouting. Whimpering.

"Bend over the bed now, Eric. Mistress is going to use you tonight. I am going to be rough, show my displeasure in you."

He lays over the bed, face pushed in to the mattress. He is afraid to look, afraid to see his fate. His ass quivering, still marked from his previous beating. Anus still sore from the hours with the plug. Arms exhausted from hanging over his head while I shopped. I know he is comforted slightly to lie on the bed. Soft fabric cushioning his pained body. 

I slowly insert the large black dildo. No hesitation as his body jerks. I simply place a firm hand on his lower back pressing him down, pinning him. Pressing deeper, retching a loud growl from deep in his throat. I know it is sore, I know it hurts. The size of the dildo ripping his ass, plummeting to his darkest depths. Leaving two inches unclaimed, I take the strips of duct tape. Making a large X on his ass with it, securing the dildo in place. 

I push off of him, sliding the dildo in harder. His ass pushing it back out, stopping at the tape. I return to my chair, sitting to watch.

"Stand up, turn around and sit down hard on the dick in your ass."

He did so quickly, eyes closing as he sat fully. 

"Open your eyes and look at your Mistress. Now bounce. 

Pushing off from his feet, I could see what the movement was doing to him. 

"Now touch yourself. Stroke yourself hard and fast as you bounce."

Hiking my leg up, hand between my legs. Playing with myself as I watch the desire and pleasure cloud his eyes. He was inching closer and closer to the edge.

"Cum now, bitch."

As soon as the words had left my mouth, he was pumping seed all over. Like a damn geyser, fucking everywhere. I have never seen so much cum from this little bitch. 

"Now stand up, take your hands off your worthless cock. That was to make what I am about to do to you feel even more intense. Now sit down hard once again on that big dildo in your ass, shake it side to side as you bounce. Work it in that ass."

His eyes were starting to glaze. Never able to stop from orgasm, this was something different. He was looking at me, but through me at the same time. 

"Now place your heels up on the bed."

The noise that came out of him rocked me in to another orgasm. I close my eyes for a moment. Riding my hand, his voice egging another out of my body. He is getting higher pitched by the second.

"Stand up. Then sit back down on it hard, repeat this process." I say this with eyes closed, enjoying the sounds he creates. 

"How does that feel bitch, does it hurt?"

"Y-y-yes"

"Can you not talk, boy? Pull them heels up and in, I want you to know that I will not tolerate that type of behavior from my bitch."

"A-a-ahh."

Snapping my eyes open finally, I look at my toy. His eyes looking straight ahead, fixed on some far away place. I knew then he was gone. He was bouncing hard, even I winced at the beating he was giving his ass. Like a drone, just up and down and up and down. No sign of pain or tiring. Moan after moan pouring out of his mouth."

I stand up. "Where did you go, Eric? Are you here with me, my love."

No response.

"Stand up and pull out."

He does so with the same fixed stare. Just standing there now. I walk up to him, touching his face lightly. 

"Lay down, my love."

I climb on the bed with him, talking to him. Soothing voice, soothing words. Bringing him back down from wherever he just was. Mind shutting down, letting the body take over, enduring the pain. I flush with guilt, seeing the blood stained sheets from his ass. Lightly, I stroke his hair, telling him how he pleased his Mistress immensely and she has forgiven him. His eyes clearing, focusing. Minutes past before he was recognized in his eyes again. 

"Welcome back."

He just stares silently in my eyes, sheepishly.