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Taken by Surprise

By: Sabrina Leigh



"Come on, baby, easy does it." Smitty rubbed his crotch with no attempt at subtlety.

"Show papa what you're made of, honey," coaxed Larry, fondling the hose of his air-powered nail gun.

"Five bucks says they're silicone."

"You're on. Ain't no way those are fake, Smitty."

"Show us your titties . . .take off that bikini top, and—damn! She's goin' inside. You scared her off."

"She couldn't hear us, you dork. She always goes in about this time."

Jake's red hair and freckled face appeared at the top of the ladder. "Here's another load of shingles, and—hey, you guys still spying on that lady? You'll never get this roof finished." 

"You missed it, Jakey. She almost took her top off."

Jake blushed through his sunburn. "Mr. Duvane is going to catch you one of these days," Jake admonished.

Jake had watched the brunette lady sunbathing on the terrace of her apartment for weeks now. He'd worked a variety of jobs on the new house next door, from pouring the slab to putting up the frame. His uncle had gotten him this job because he knew the architect—David Duvane—who had designed the house for his fiancée. When the fiancee ran off to Belize with the pool boy, the architect didn't seem to care whether the house was finished or not. Duvane dropped in occasionally, and seeing the place must have reminded him of his girlfriend's infidelity, because his mood would turn sour and he would nit-pick at non-existent flaws. 

Luckily, he hadn't caught them drooling over the shapely brunette next door as she sunned herself or bent over to pluck a weed from her garden, giving them all a deliciously naughty peek at that place where her rounded ass cheeks curved into her slender thighs. Often she forgot to close her shades and the roofers could look right down into her living room through the skylights.

Jake felt bad about spying, but sometimes gave in to temptation. When he saw those creamy ass cheeks peeking out from below her cutoffs, he got a raging hard on. He would go home and jack off, pretending that he was sticking his cock in her from behind, with those shorts pulled down around her thighs. 

The persistent hiss and thump of the air-powered nail gun faded as Bernadette stepped through the French doors from the terrace. 

The stifling air in the apartment drew a groan from her. "Not the A/C again."

She peeled off her orange bikini top and let it drop to the floor. She hadn't yet worked up the nerve to remove her bikini top outside in broad daylight. But thinking about it made the muscles of her long legs stiffen sensuously, and she cupped her round breasts and played with the mauve nipples, imagining how the roofers next door would pant if they saw her nipples harden the way they were hardening now under her palms. 

When the thermostat failed to respond to her curses, she called her landlord, Sam, who also—conveniently—was her boyfriend. 

"Sure, Bernie, I'll get somebody right over there. What are the chances of you and me getting together tonight? I'm so horny the crack of dawn looks good."

She hated it when he used the word "horny." It sounded so junior high.

"Not tonight, Sammy," she put a little-girl pout into her voice to soften him up. "It's too hot with no A/C."

"Oh, Baby, please," he whined. "I need a little taste of your pussy."

"No, Sammy." Her tone was firm now. "I'm busy. I'm working on new codes for your database program."

"All right, then," he relented. If there was one thing that took precedence over Bernie's giving Sam "a little taste of her pussy," it was Bernie's working on a new program for Sam's property management company, which owned numerous apartments and condos in the city, as well as time-share condos in the gulf and vacation villas in Mexico. 

Having pacified Sam, she padded barefoot across the apartment into the kitchen, her naked breasts jiggling playfully. She tingled with the free and naughty feeling that the workers watched through the windows. And all the while, unseen, her moistening sex swelled and contracted in enchanting mini-orgasms. 

Retrieving a bowl of ice cubes from the freezer, she went back to the living room to sit in the leather chair. The conspicuous absence of hammering told her that the roofers had stopped and were watching through the skylight as she sat topless in the butter-colored leather chair. 

Clad only in her bright orange bikini bottoms, she lay back, closed her eyes, and traced a pattern of lazy circles over her neck and chest with an ice cube. She let her hand trail behind one ear, down her neck, into the valley between her breasts where sweat had begun to pool. Then she scooped each breast up slightly, letting the ice cool the underside of those heavy globes. Her back arched with the shock of the cold, almost like the spasm of orgasm when a lover has found that special place that makes a woman's body respond even before her mind does.

"Five bucks says she gets herself off." Larry was almost panting.

"You're on," Smitty whispered. 

They watched in worshipful silence as the woman glided the melting ice cube around first one nipple, then the other, making the soft pink flesh harden like two granite stones. The fleshy tops of her breasts dipped gracefully away from her chest until they reached the pert tips where they gently sloped upwards and pointed toward the ceiling. 

"Man, I told you those were real. You owe me five dollars."

"Shut up, you idiot," Smitty hissed. "Five more bucks says she's a lefty," he tossed in as an afterthought. Even with the scrumptious brunette topless and feeling herself up right before his eyes and making his cock stand up like Stonehenge, he wasn't so fuzzy headed that he would allow Larry to get five dollars ahead of him.

"You're on." 

With their eyes riveted on the shapely, squirming form beneath the skylight next door, the men did not notice when Jake joined them. 

God forgive me, thought Jake, and aloud he whispered, "God forgive me."

Smitty shot a leering smile at the young man. "God wouldn't have created such a fine form if he didn't want us to look at it."

"I guess so," Jake mumbled, as the lady slid her hand to her belly, where the melting ice puddled around her navel. She skimmed long slender fingers inside the bikini bottoms.

"I told you she was a southpaw," said Smitty triumphantly. "Pay up."

"Not now, you dipstick."

She stretched her arm further until her hand was all the way into the crotch of her bathing suit, while with her other hand she kneaded her flat belly, dipping one finger into her navel. The movement squeezed her breasts together, so they looked like beautiful twin beings squirming against each other in a sexy dance. A sheen of sweat, water, and suntan oil glistened on her body. 

Smitty said, "She knows we're watchin'. She's puttin' on a show just for us."

Jake's mouth fell open. "No way, Smitty!" He wouldn't believe the beautiful creature with the long chocolate brown hair could be so crass.

Larry's eyes gleamed mischievously. "It's true, Jakey. Because she wants to give you some."

Smitty chimed in. "Larry's right. You think she doesn't know her window shades are open? She wants your young ass. That's what this is all about."

"She doesn't even know me," Jake stammered.

"She wants to get to know you, stud. If I'm wrong, I'll give you fifty dollars if she doesn't give you some pussy."

Jake's eyes widened and Smitty pounced. "Me too. I'll give you another fifty to prove me wrong."

Even as they spoke, they never took their eyes from the gorgeous woman, who had by now bent her knees and spread her legs and was moving her hand more rapidly inside her bikini bottoms.

Larry's eyes glimmered. "All you gotta do is go over there, and she'll probably start doin' you right there in the doorway."

"No way she would do that, Larry!" Jake cried in a hoarse whisper.

"Prove me wrong, Jake. Go over there. If she doesn't give you some pussy, you earn a quick hundred."

The woman was now arching her back, raising her hips up to meet her questing hand, her eyes shut tight, her full pink lips parted. 

"I'll do it," said Jake, and with the bulging muscle between his legs twisting painfully inside his tight jeans, he crawled awkwardly toward the ladder.

Spent but not satisfied by the pulsing spasms of her sweet clitoris, Bernie phoned Sam again.

"I've changed my mind," she said, her voice thick with lust.

"About the database?" 

"No, Darling," she answered patiently. Sam could be so obtuse sometimes. "I want you to come over. I need you to lick my pussy. I need your cock in my mouth—"

"I knew you couldn't resist your Sexy Sammy. I'll be there after eight." 

As soon as she put the phone down, Bernie's doorbell rang. She tossed her robe on and tied it at the waist.

"There's something I have to tell you," blurted out the red-faced young man on her doorstep. 

Bernie recognized him as one of the crew from next door. She thought about asking, "What took you so long?" but he seemed so distressed, she decided she better go easy on him.

"Your name, I hope?" she purred, showing him her most seductive smile. 

He was about ten years her junior, but the taut muscles of his chest and upper arms sent silent messages to her feminine instincts.

"Er . . . yeah, my name is Jake, but—"

"Please come in, Jake. I'm Bernadette. Everybody calls me Bernie."

She stood away from the door to allow him in, letting the robe fall away so that more of the fleshy part of her breasts was exposed.

"Okay, Bernie—" Jake licked dry lips and stood with his hands thrust into the front pockets of his jeans, where a generous bulge caught Bernie's eye. 

She turned and crossed to the kitchen, feeling his eyes follow every wiggle of her hips. "Iced tea?"

"Uh, sure."

Jake shifted his weight awkwardly while she poured tea over ice. He thought of the ice cubes melting in the bowl next to her chair, the ones she had used to cool her breasts, the breasts that were peeking out from behind her satiny robe. He thought about running his hands inside the front of that robe—

"—working on the house next door?" She was saying something. He didn't catch it because he was thinking about feeling her tits. God, he had to get control of himself.

"Huh?" he blundered, wondering how her smile could be so sweet and so sexy at the same time.

"I recognize you from next door. You're a builder."

"Just an assistant," he answered, taking the tall cold glass from her. "It's just a summer job. I'm fixing up a car."

He sat in the large chair, noting that the soft leather was still warm from her body. She sat on the ottoman facing him, her knees almost touching his. She leaned forward from the waist, as if eager to hear every word that fell from his mouth. His eyes strayed to those beautiful mounds that threatened to spill from the opening of her robe.

"What kind of car?"

"A classic Corvette. I'm taking it to Tech in the fall. I got a scholarship. Football."

"Oh, that's my favorite car!" she squealed, and the robe fell away from one slender thigh. She replaced the fabric over her leg. That little gesture almost drove him mad. He swallowed hard and went on.

"Listen, Bernadette, I'm here for a reason." 

"Bernie," she reminded him, frowning slightly at his serious tone.

God, he would give anything to take that frown away and bring the little smile back to her soft pink mouth. He shook his head to clear away further thoughts of her mouth. "The guys next door . . . your curtains and windows . . . and they look . . . and . . . oh, crap." He gulped a huge swallow of iced tea and nearly choked.

"What do you mean, Jake? What are you saying?" As if I didn't know, she thought.

"I'm saying they're spying on you, in the nude."

"The men next door are nude?" Her eyes widened. Bernie, you should be ashamed, she scolded herself.

"No, dang it, I mean, they're looking at you through the window when you're nude. I just thought you should know."

"Oh. How embarrassing. Oh my goodness." Her hand fluttered to her breast, hovered there like a butterfly.

What if she cries? he thought. His mind played with an image of his arms around her delicate shoulders while she cried against his chest. "I'm real sorry, Bernie. Sometimes men are crude like that."

"I . . . thank you, Jake. Thank you so much." She lowered her eyes.

"No problem." He felt like a heel. He had wanted to do the right thing, but he'd made her feel bad.

"Jake?" She looked up at him from beneath dark lashes and he felt a stirring in his crotch. "Jake, were you--? I mean, did you look in my windows, too?"

He swallowed hard. He didn't want to admit that he was just as perverted as the guys that he was now ratting on. 

"Because I wouldn't mind," she continued. "I mean, I wouldn't mind if you saw me. I like you, and you had the courage to come over here and be a man."

His chest swelled with pride. His conscience cringed with guilt. His cock twitched with lust.

"I admit you're a beautiful lady, Bernie." He hoped that would suffice for a confession to his voyeuristic misdeeds.

"I want to do something nice for you. To show my appreciation." Her hand slid up his thigh one centimeter, two, three.

"Unh?" was the only sound he could manage. 

"I was wondering," she cooed, "when you looked at me—you know, naked—did you like what you saw?"

"Hell, yes!" he blurted. "I mean, you got great tits and all . . . " Her hand moved another inch up his thigh. He dug his fingers into the soft leather arms of the chair.

"I want to return the favor."

"Bernie, I didn't come over here to take advantage of you." 

Now she was sliding her hand up and down his leg, and every time she moved, her robe fell open a little more. He twisted his head around like a curious puppy to peek inside the edge of the robe. 

"Won't you let me express my gratitude?" she asked

He licked his lips and tried to remember how to speak English. The words "Yes, ma'am" came out in a hoarse whisper. 

She pried his fingers from the chair's arm, and gently guided one sturdy hand toward her breast. When his flesh met hers, she closed her eyes and let her head drop back with a soft sigh. His instincts kicked in and he grabbed her round breast and squeezed. With his other hand he opened her robe.

She sucked in her breath and thrust her breast against his hand, letting the robe drop from her shoulders so that she was fully exposed. "I like that. I like you."

"I like . . . you, too," Jake's words were punctuated by labored breaths. His focus on her breasts was intent, and he manipulated them in his palms like clay, as if he was alone in the room with only those two magnificent objects.

At some point she slid to the floor on her knees with her body wedged between his thighs, and worked the zipper of his jeans down—so skillfully that he barely noticed. If he was consciously aware of anything, it was that she was doing exactly what he wanted her to do before he even knew he wanted it.

"That lucky bastard," breathed Smitty.

Larry concurred by groaning something like "gnugh," as the two men watched the lusty woman kneel before their co-worker. All they could see was the back of her brown head bobbing up and down over the young man's lap, but their imaginations filled in the image of her swollen pink mouth wrapped around his trembling cock. 

"Five bucks he comes in her mouth," said Smitty.

"He probably came five minutes ago when she took off her robe," Larry panted. 

Smitty squinted, taking in every detail: Jake, legs spread, mesmerized by the slow-motion dip and rise of the brunette's head in his lap, gripping the chair arms to keep from spinning off into space; the luscious brunette's shapely naked back, tapering to her slender waist, then flaring out to rounded hips. 

The woman rose up, leaned in towards Jake for a lingering kiss, and strolled off to the kitchen. The two men got another quick glimpse of her breasts, swaying as she walked. 

In a flurry of motion, Jake stood up, banging his shin on the coffee table, limping slightly as he zipped his pants, and flew out the door just as she re-entered the living room with a puzzled look on her face and two fresh drinks in her hands.

"What, no afterglow?" Smitty snorted.

"At least we don't have to pay him the hundred."

Smitty cackled. "True."

In that instant Jake appeared at the top of the ladder. "Okay, you guys, I did it, and—" He looked from one flushed face to the other. "Oh, don't tell me you guys watched the whole thing."

"Should have stayed a little longer, Jakey. That broad probably would have let you stick it in her ass, then—"

"Shut up, Larry," snarled Jake, abandoning his characteristic politeness. "You owe me fifty bucks."

"What are you talking about? I told you fifty bucks if she DIDN'T give you a little." 

"You said she wanted to give me some p-p-pussy." Jake stammered. "Said for me to prove you wrong."

Smitty guffawed, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. "Kid's right, Larry." Larry looked at him, confused.

Jake went on. "You said you'd pay me if she didn't want to screw. All she did was give me some head. Pay up." Jake's freckled face lit up with victory.

Larry fumed, yanked out his wallet. 

Smitty gave Jake an affectionate slap on the shoulder and handed him the crumpled bills. "And well worth it, too, kid. Well worth it."

Bernie awoke the next morning in a cranky mood, having fallen asleep on the couch waiting for Sam, who never showed. She'd even dressed in his favorite outfit—tight black slacks and a too-small T-shirt that read "Spoiled Brat" in shiny purple letters on the front, now wrinkled from a night on the couch. Even more irritating was the persistent ringing of the doorbell, dragging her from her dreams. It might be Jake, back for a second helping, And if it was Sam, she would expect gifts and groveling. No man had ever stood her up before.

She arranged her face in a sexy pout, prepared to make Sam pay his dues. But when she opened the door, it wasn't Sam. And it wasn't Jake. 

It was somebody else.

The man who filled her doorway exuded a powerful presence. His face and posture evinced a mood, and the mood was dark. Blue eyes glowered from a strong, suntanned face. A square jaw, firmly set, spoke of anger—before his sexy, hard mouth said a word. She wondered if he was in a perennial state of barely suppressed pique, as he was now.

Slightly mussed brown hair, kissed gold by the morning sun, made her fingers curl with tactile desire. Broad shoulders strained at a white cotton shirt, the sleeves of which had been rolled up, displaying muscled forearms sprinkled with dark hair. 

He braced himself with one hand on either side of the doorframe. Strong legs clad in faded blue jeans spread wide, as if to prevent her escape.

Oh, those hands. Powerful and square, large and masculine—working hands. But with long fingers—artist's hands. And clean, well-manicured nails—a scholar's hands. 

He was a contradiction: fierce and elegant, intellectual and carnal, casual and intense, wound up like a panther about to spring, yet totally in control—relaxed within the framework of his energy.

"Are you Bernadette?" 

His probing gaze both discomfited and intrigued her. 

"Yes . . . Bernie." The words came out as a hoarse whisper. 

His eyes dropped to her chest, the shiny purple letters on her T-shirt: Spoiled Brat. "Figures."

Her hand fluttered to the hem of her T-shirt, and she twisted the knit fabric around one finger, pulling the shirt away from her bare breasts to prevent the hard buttons of her nipples from poking at the thin fabric. She wished she were wearing something more "grown-up"—or at least her sexy robe. That would set him off-kilter a bit, and she wouldn't have that disturbing feeling that this man was calling all the shots.


Taken by Surprise



"May I help you?" she finally asked.

"I'm David Duvane. I own the house next door."

She'd heard of him—the architect of several homes in the area. "Won't you come in?"

Duvane walked into the living room as if inspecting it for design flaws, sat down on the couch, and crossed one leg over the other. For once the roofers' nail guns were not silent as she perched on the edge of the leather chair under the skylight. With the house's owner on the site, they weren't about to slack off.

"Coffee?" she asked.

"No, I'm here on business. This shouldn't take long."

"Well, do you mind if I?—I just woke up, and could use a cup."

Without a word, he nodded his head slowly one time, as if he didn't really approve, but permitted her to go to the kitchen. What nerve! The guy may be good-looking, but he's an asshole, Bernie decided. That would explain why her hands shook as she spooned instant coffee into a cup.

She returned and sat down, only slightly more composed, her synapses firing a little better after a couple of noisy slurps from her cup.

"It's my understanding," he began, "that you and Jake enjoyed each other's company here yesterday afternoon."

She gulped down a mouthful of scalding coffee, her brain fairly humming now, and not because of the caffeine. "I doubt that's any of your business, Mr. Duvane."

"Call me David. And you're wrong. It is my business when he's boffing someone on my time."

"No one was 'boffing' anyone. And I would think who he does—I mean what he does on his lunch break is his own affair." She cringed inwardly at her poor choice of words, but continued to look Duvane in the eye. She would not be intimidated. Oh, all right, she was totally intimidated. But she would stand up to him anyway.

"When he's on my payroll, it becomes my 'affair.' And ten in the morning is a little early for lunch. That's why I fired him today."

"What? You fired him because of me?"

"He told me what happened. That he'd been watching you through your window, came over here to meet you, and the two of you had sex."

Bernie brought the cup to her lips, stalling for time. If Jake had already confessed, it would be foolish to deny it. But the poor kid had lost his job because her libido got out of control.

"Look, David, it was a harmless, one-time thing . . . we were just having fun."

"Well, I hope you both had plenty of it, because he lost his job over your fun."

"That's so unfair! He was saving for a car."

"Oh, that makes it all right then." As if she were too obtuse to appreciate his sarcasm, he added, "An immature argument, Bernie. And completely irrelevant."

"It wasn't his fault. He came over here out of kindness, to caution me about leaving my drapes open." 

One dark eyebrow shot up over a piercing blue eye, and the corner of Duvane's mouth twitched in an amused grimace. It didn't take Sherlock Holmes to figure out how she'd been teasing the men with glimpses of her half-naked body.

She went on, hoping to exonerate Jake, who must surely be devastated at losing his job. "He did nothing wrong. I was the one who—I seduced him. Please don't make him pay the price, David."

"Were you aware that he's only eighteen? How old are you? Thirty?"

A zing shot down the muscles on either side of her spine, and she straightened involuntarily. The age difference hadn't seemed important yesterday. And Duvane had hit her age right on the nose. Most people guessed she was in her twenties.

And there was that twitch of a smile again. He knew he was getting to her, and she started to squirm. And she hated the fact that on some gut level, she was attracted to the power that he wielded so casually.

"You might be heartless enough to fire poor Jake, but you don't have any authority over me. You should leave."

She breathed an audible sigh of relief when he stood. But instead of going to the door, he strode to the window and snatched the drapes closed. 

"What are you doing?" she demanded, rising.

Without answering, he moved to the next window and did the same.

Shutting out the rest of the world only intensified Duvane's presence in the suddenly shrinking room. Morning sunlight filtered in through the skylight, spotlighting her.

"Jake took his punishment. Now you'll take yours."

He returned to the sofa and sat, propping one ankle on the opposite knee and casually resting one arm on the sofa's back.

"You can't fire me, Mr. Duvane. I don't work for you."

"No, but you've cost me plenty, distracting the workers with your girlish games. Now get undressed."

Her breath caught. So, this was it. Jake had bragged about getting a blow job from the sexpot next door, and now Duvane wanted his share. 

And she had to admit, the idea of sex with Duvane had its appeal. She'd never really intended to be intimate with Jake, but he'd shown up yesterday, so naïve. And she was so turned on by displaying her nudity, letting the men watch her play with herself until she came. It just happened. But with Duvane, she was sure that nothing "just happened." The man was obviously used to having everything under his control. 

Well, thought Bernie, we'll just see about that. Now we'll see whose brain gets a little rattled.

She peeled off her skimpy T-shirt, tossing it on the coffee table. She straightened up to her full five feet eight inches, thrusting out her full breasts. They weren't huge, but they were big enough, and firm. She didn't have to look down to know that her mauve nipples were puckering right before Duvane's eyes, for there was that hint of a smile again as he made no attempt to hide his visual feasting on her breasts. 

He waggled his index finger in an up-down motion, directing her to pull down her slacks. Ever so slowly she wiggled out of the skin-tight spandex, rocking her hips more than necessary, gratified by the darkening of his blue eyes as he watched.

She stood before him, clad only in white cotton bikini panties that set off her golden tan. And she waited, allowing him to drink his fill of her. Other men would already be playing with themselves by now. Certainly Sam would—she hardly ever stripped for him. Jake would have already climaxed by now. But Duvane was a paragon of self-control. Not for long, thought Bernie. She hooked her thumbs into the waist of her panties, awaiting his instructions.

With his index finger, he motioned a circle, and she turned slowly, watching him over her shoulder as she gave him time to get a good look at her round ass, her curving hips, her slender thighs. She was proud of her body, because she worked hard to maintain the willowy curves that she'd been blessed with. And from the glaze in David Duvane's deep blue eyes, he appreciated her efforts.

When she faced him and he spoke again, she was gratified by the thickening of his voice. "Come here," he commanded, and patted his thigh.

She tried to control a confident smirk. He was hers now. Once she sat on his lap and let him sup at her succulent tits, he would be like clay, hers to mold and manipulate as she pleased. 

She had lowered herself halfway to his lap when he said, "No, no, Bernadette. Not that way. Face down. Over my knee."

Her bottom brushed his thigh and she bounced up as if her precious ass had just come in contact with a cactus. 

"What?" Taking two giant steps backward, she nearly fell over the coffee table.

"This is punishment. Not reward. You obviously have the two confused."

She snatched up her scanty T-shirt from the table, using it as an ineffectual shield for her naked breasts. "I'm not—you're not going to—"

"Spank you? That's exactly what I intend to do." Still he remained unruffled, as if he had all the time in the world while she sputtered unintelligible objections.

"I never—no one's ever—"

"Spanked you? I believe it. That explains why you're a spoiled brat."

"I'll have you charged with assault."

"I'll have you charged with indecent exposure," he shot back.

She breathed raggedly through her nose, rummaging through her addled mind for a logical argument to his ludicrous proposal. But even as she waited for inspiration to strike, a part of her that she didn't care to acknowledge imagined her lithe figure draped over David Duvane's hard denim-clad thighs, those mesmerizing, strong hands buffeting her back side with punitive strokes. She shook her head to clear it of that preposterous image.

"This is insane. You're insane."

"No, Bernadette, it's perfectly sane. You admit that you seduced my employee. You caused him to lose his job."

"You're the one who fired him!" She pointed at him accusingly, recognizing too late that she sounded like a five-year-old.

He smiled patiently and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, pressing his fingertips together. There were those hands again. She shivered at the thought of them lashing her bottom. Would he pull her panties down?

His voice, deep and calm, reached out to surround her. "We both know that what you did was wrong. I've no doubt that you're guilty of much more than merely luring Jake over here for a nooner."

She lowered her eyes to her cherry-red painted toenails, unable to meet his gaze. 

"Your silence is an admission of guilt, Bernadette."

Each time he spoke her name, he branded her. Each indictment reached out like a silken thread to coil around her, pulling her into him. He never raised his voice, but spoke to her as if she were a child—and she felt like one, bumbling and helpless. 

"I think you can see this is the best way to resolve this issue. Jake would never blame you for what you've done. But you and I both know that the responsibility rests squarely on your shoulders. Once you've paid your debt, the entire matter will be dropped."

"Oh, it's that easy?" Anger flared, and she lifted her eyes to meet his.

"I didn't say it was easy. But the sooner you get it over with, the sooner you can chalk it up to experience and put it behind you."

She chewed on her lower lip. She let the T-shirt drop to the floor again, walked towards David, and stood in front of him. Something primal drew her there, an instinct that told her to trust him, to give control over to him—he obviously possessed it already anyway. And how bad could it be? It might even be pleasant, being so accessible while he ministered to her sexy bottom. She usually preferred attention to her breasts; having her soft, silky ass attended to might be a nice change. And for some inexplicable reason, she wanted to please him.

"That's right," he coaxed, as she placed two hands on his thigh and gingerly lowered herself onto his lap. "Very good," he murmured when she inched forward to balance and settle herself.

His voice was gentle, like a soothing lullaby, when he said, "Now I want you to place your hands flat on the floor. Good."

She hoped he would reach out with his left hand and caress her exposed breasts that dangled there, brushing against the coarse fabric of his jeans. But David didn't seem interested in toying with her sexually. He was all business, and the business was spanking.

"Now, straighten your legs, and keep them straight."

Her long golden legs went rigid. "Like this?" she asked, wanting to hear the approval in his voice.

"Yes, very good, Bernadette." Her own name falling from his lips caressed her. "Now, one last step, and then you're ready for your twenty swats."

"Twenty?" she shrilled, and her head shot up, her back arching. His strong hand on the back of her head pushed her back down again.

"Twenty." He expected no argument, and she gave none. "If you flinch and stiffen, it will only make the spanking hurt worse." A small tingle of fear trembled through her, and for the first time she realized there would be pain. 

"David, I—"

"Hush. It's going to hurt, but it won't be more than you can stand. Do you understand that?"

"Yes," she squeaked.

"Good. Now spread your legs."

She could see nothing but the floor and her own hands braced there. She had only sound and tactile sensation to guide her. So when David's hand patted the inside of her bare thighs to part her legs, every sensory nerve focused on that touch.

Now she felt more vulnerable than ever, much more exposed in the presence of this one man than when she had allowed several men to watch her sexual pantomimes.

His hard left hand snaked across her back and gripped her waist firmly. Then the first blow struck.

Not so bad, was her first thought when her mind overcame the initial shock of his hand making such harsh contact with her bottom. I can handle this.

Then his fingers carefully slid inside the waistband of her panties, peeling them down to expose her bare bottom.

"What are you--?"

Again his hand cupped the back of her head, more firmly this time, pushing her back into position when she tried to twist her torso around to see what he was doing. Anyway, she didn't need to see. It was obvious that he had pulled her panties down below her buttocks until they stretched taut between her spread thighs.

"Hold still, Bernadette." Now his tone was severe. The sarcastic smile was gone, she knew, even though she couldn't see his face. Fear and something else—anticipation?—shimmied down her spine to the place between her thighs where his flesh had touched hers.

She relaxed and awaited the next swat. It descended with a crack of thunder on her right butt cheek. This one stung, and she hissed a curse between clenched teeth. Apparently he'd cupped his hand on the first smack. The second one, with his flattened hand on her bare skin, was more stinging.

The next swat, placed in exactly the same position, drew sparks to her bottom, and she cried out, "Son of a bitch!" But her hands and legs remained firmly planted.

She thought she heard a low, rumbling chuckle from him just before he swung his hand down for the fourth spank, which landed high on her flank. Her body jerked involuntarily. "You bastard," she growled. He had to know that striking her bottom up high would hurt more, since there was less flesh to absorb the blow. But still she would not budge.

The next three swats were delivered in rapid succession to her left cheek, and all she could do was wail "Owwww!" after each one.

"The pain is cumulative," he intoned calmly.

"What are you talking about, you asshole?" His poise infuriated her.

"Each spank hurts a little more than the previous one," he explained.

"Well, duh! Just shut up and get on with it," she barked, angry and ashamed at the tears that stung her eyes.

With that, he struck three more rapid, sharp blows to the underside of one cheek, where it curved into her thigh. With her jaw tightly clenched, the cries she tried to suppress sounded like the snarls of a caged animal.

Her stiffened legs trembled now, but she vowed not to relax them. Even though she longed to reach back with one hand and rub her burning bottom, she would not give him the satisfaction of knowing that her aching butt needed soothing.

She steeled herself for the next blow, not knowing when it would come or where it would land, but he surprised her by kneading the fleshy mounds of her bottom firmly. 

"You're taking your punishment very well, Bernadette. I'm impressed."

"I don't give a damn if you're impressed," she lied through clenched teeth, "you barbaric—"

A resounding slap interrupted her tirade, lifting her butt from below and bouncing her toes on the floor.

"—motherfucker!" she screamed, and a deep chortle resonated in his chest.

He delivered two more swats to her left cheek, up high where it hurt the most, and she cried out, "Cocksucker!" in anguish, wishing she knew more curse words to fling at him. 

Tears blinded her, and she wanted only to beg him to stop. But she would not give him that satisfaction. She could not hide the fact that her bottom was on fire—it must be bright red by now, and covered with his handprints—but she would beg him for nothing. Besides, the pressure of his hard thigh under her mound was sending sweet tingles to her clit every time he swatted her—sensations that conflicted mightily with the flames shooting across her ass cheeks.

She felt the movement of his body as he drew his hand back, and with the stinging smack that followed over the lower part of her crack, his hand caught the outer lips of her tender sex, and she screamed out in shock and wretchedness. 

"You fucking bastard!" she wailed, and instinctively raised her right hand to cover her bottom protectively. But as soon as her hand came off the floor, he nailed her with a resounding wallop that pitched her forward so that she had to brace herself with both hands to keep from falling off of his lap and flat on her face.

Another resonant chuckle assaulted her ears, and she shook the tears from her face and growled in fury at his insouciance.

"Five more, Bernadette, and then it will all be over." He caressed her flaming buttocks. The tenderness of that gesture melted her, and she whimpered incoherently. But just as she relaxed under those comforting strokes, he let fly two more hard jolts that rocked her forward so that he had to tighten his grip around her waist. With each impact, she wailed, "Please, oh please!" Dammit, where had those words come from? She never wanted to beg.

"Please what, Bernadette?" Was it just wishful thinking or was David's breathing labored, too? She hoped his hand was as sore as her ass.

"Please go fuck yourself!" she railed, and he let her have it with two more biting slaps over the delicate pouting lips between her thighs.

Suddenly, he thrust two stiffened fingers easily into the velvet channel of her wet cunt. Without a nanosecond of rational thought, she lunged backward against his hand. A guttural groan escaped her lips. Her eyes closed and her inward focus went straight to her hungry cunt where he swirled his fingers, once, twice, three times.

Then just as suddenly he withdrew his fingers, and she let go a yearning wail.

"This is where the law of diminishing returns comes into effect," said David smugly.

"What the hell does that mean?" she grumbled.

"It means when you start to enjoy the punishment, it ceases to have any effect."

She turned her head to look up at him over her shoulder with a cold eye. "Fuck you," she snarled.

He landed one final smack on the fleshy underside of one cheek, and her knees buckled. Then he gently pulled her panties back up over her burning bottom.

She scrambled to her feet, shaking off his hands when he tried to assist her, and rammed her feet into the legs of her slacks, swearing when the tight spandex scraped her blazing ass. While she jerked the T-shirt over her head, David rose from the sofa. Only a slight rise and fall of his chest signaled that he was winded from the exertion. Otherwise, he was even more composed than when he'd arrived, while she was breathing raggedly, a bundle of confused energy, mortification, and —dammit— unfulfilled lust.

She wiped at the tears that burned her eyes. "Well, what are you standing there for? You've evened the score. Now get out." Her voice cracked. Her face was as hot as her bottom.

"You've got quite a mouth on you, Bernadette. Next time you'll find that the punishment increases when you use foul language."

"Next time? Are you out of your fuck—your frigging mind?" she shrieked.

He looked her over one last time from head to toe, his smoky blue eyes lingering on her trembling breasts and her apropos T-shirt. He shook his head ruefully, and curled his lip in that sneer of a smile that showed perfect white teeth. "I think you've learned your lesson. I doubt you'll be flashing your tits to the men next door again . . . but you're still a spoiled brat." 

And while she worked her mouth open and closed wordlessly, groping for a response to his audacious arrogance, David Duvane walked out the door.



Taken By Surprise



Breathing hard, puffs of steam escaping into the morning air, lungs feeling like they're on fire.

Aren't you glad you've made that resolution to take upjogging again? So cold early in the morning, dark out too, but so quiet...a good time to let your mind wander as you run.

The dieting, the running...why? Are you hoping to meet someone special, perhaps?

Whatever the reason, I've seen you jogging by, each morning so early, your ass swaying so seductively in those sweats you wear, your breasts bouncing gently. I find myself waking up early, anxiously going to the window to watch you jog by. You're like an early morning treat...a great way to start my day. I let my robe fall open as you pass by, my hand finding my cock as it starts to stiffen.

Soon I find my mind preoccupied with your image throughout the day. Thoughts of your sweaty body filling my mind, wondering what it'd be like to rub up against you, reach up under the sweats, feel your heart pounding in your chest.

One morning I can no longer resist...I'm there waiting for you, crouched behind my shrubs. Timing my leap just right I grab you, pull you onto my lawn, my hand covering your mouth.

"Don't make a sound...I don't want to hurt you" I whisper in your ear. I drag you into the garage, your legs kicking. Pushing you up against the wall, I again tell you to be still, my hand now around your throat, cutting off the supply of air.

It's dark in the garage, so you can't make out my face, but my voice cuts through the darkness. "I said don't make a sound...and stop struggling. I've been watching you for a while, I know what you want, what you need."

Your mind is reeling now, you're thinking of your kids, your husband...what do I want?

"So pretty...are you showing off for me?" I ask, my voice just a little shaky. My fingers stroke through your hair. "I've seen your kind at the gym, wearing next to nothing, or even walking down the street, or running like you do....using every excuse to show off your body. You're all nothing but cheap little sluts."

My hand now reaches under your sweatshirt, cupping your breast, and your breathing deepens, what's happening, you wonder.

I take my hand out now, and grab a fistful of hair, pulling sharply down, you drop to your knees. "Listen to me, slut, you know what I want, and you'll give it to me!"

Unzipping my pants, I pull out my cock and it springs up into your face, rubbing against your cheek, so fucking hard already. You gasp, "NO!" but I just tug harder on your hair.

"Oh yes, I know you want my cock...now suck it...and if you even think about biting me I'll pull every hair from your head. Just give me what I want and I'll let you go." And with that I shove my cock into your warm mouth. You try to pull back but my hold on your hair is tight, and I tug again, at the same time thrusting my hips, sliding deep into your mouth. You gag, but I just thrust again and again, and finally I feel your lips tighten around me, your hands on my ass.

And what's that going through your mind now....are you starting to like this? It's been a while since you've had a nice hard cock inside your throat, your husband doesn't seem to want it anymore. In fact you've been craving it, haven't you...and here it is, a thick cock pounding into your face.

I'm taken aback briefly when I realize that you've stopped struggling, your hands now pulling me deeper into your throat. God your mouth is so hot, so wet, those lips stretched around me as I fuck your face with abandon.

"Oh yeah, such a sweet little cocksucker...you need this, don't you slut?" I ask with a laugh. Your only answer is a glance upwards at me, I see now the hunger in your eyes. You take my cock out of your mouth and start sucking on my balls as your hand strokes me.

Oh that feels so fucking good, my balls warmed by your tongue, and my cock being stroked...I'm growing even harder. You can sense I'm getting close, you want this meat all to yourself. You take me back into your mouth...I'm hitting the back of your throat but still you take me in. I feel one hand cupping my balls, squeezing them gently, and suddenly I feel a finger slide into my ass...oh fuck! "You dirty little slut! I'm gonna cum!"

Your finger fucking my ass sets me off...my cock explodes in your mouth...filling your throat with my cum. Oh my god, I don't think I've ever cum so hard, you swallow it all, then slowly clean off my cock, rubbing it all over your face.

I pull you to your feet. "That was sooo good, my little whore, but you shouldn't have done that, take my ass like that. Now I've got to take yours!"

I stick my hand in your panties, and am surprised to feel how wet you've become.

"You like this!" I say with surprise.

You try to protest "no!, you told me if I sucked you you'd let me go."

But my fingers can feel a different story, and soon your hips are thrusting into them, your pussy clenching around them.

I push you onto the hood of the car, your face bouncing against the cold metal. Tugging down your sweats and panties, I kick your legs apart and without any warning shove my cock up inside you.

Oh fuck you are so hot and wet, my cock just slides inside your snatch as you let out a moan.

Pounding against you, my teeth biting along your neck as my hand reaches around and finds a stiff nipple, I tug and you moan again.

I'm surprised to feel your ass pushing back into me, you're responding to me, dirty little slut.

Now your hands are on the car, pushing, your ass bumping into me again and again. Both of us sweating now, groaning and crying out...your pussy clenching around my thick cock. I feel you shaking, I feel your pussy dripping and throbbing, I'm almost cumming again.

I tear myself out of that fine piece of pussy, and suddenly line myself up with your ass, pushing inside you, my cock slick with your juices...you scream as I fill your tight ass with my cock.

I tug hard on your hair..."shut up, my sweet slut!" I shout, and continue to pound up inside you. Oh fuck I'm gonna cum, you feel my cock start to throb once again and suddenly I erupt, my seed pouring into that tight ass, flooding you, feeling so fucking good.

"Oh yes" you scream..."Fuck me harder" over and over again.

And then, just like that, we stop, I collapse on top of you, my cock still in your ass, my weight pressing down on you, my heart pounding and my breath quite ragged.

I whisper in your ear "You are mine now, this is MY ass, MY pussy, MY mouth, whenever I want it. I don't give a fuck about your husband, if you want cock you come to ME!"

You just nod your head, pulling up your sweats as you go to the door, thinking about taking another jog this afternoon. 



Taken by Surprise



This story was created with the loving help and the editing skills of looking4it. I want to thank him for all he does for me and all I know we will do for each other in the future.

I lay there; face down on the blanket in the sand. The sun is beating against my skin making it glisten with moisture in the bright light. The waves are singing a lullaby as they roll upon the shore and then return to far off places. I drift, relaxing and occasionally dozing off. You are watching me from a distance, waiting for the perfect moment to make your move. 

You watch my breathing until you are sure that I have drifted for a moment into sleep. The sand makes your approach silent and you have positioned yourself so that your shadow falls behind you instead of across me. I have no warning of your nearness. You bring your hands close to me. The first that I am aware of your presence is when you press your hand over my eyes and grasp one of my wrists with the other. The only sound I hear other than the ocean sounds is your breath in my ear as you "Shhhhh" me. You gently press your knee down on my back preventing me from moving and you release my wrist long enough to place the blindfold over my eyes. Whether out of fear or excitement, I am silent. Your touch is familiar. I know that you will not hurt me if I do as you wish me to. So, I lay still and comply. Once the blindfold is in place, you again take my wrist and I feel something tighten around it, not painfully so, just snug. 

Without saying a word, you help me to my feet and lead me up the beach. I know we have reached the door of our beach house when you pause and I hear the click of the doorknob releasing. It is cooler inside and instantly my nipples harden as we cross the threshold. I forgot and left the air conditioner running when I went to the beach. Again, you stop. This time, I am not sure why. I next feel something placed around my right ankle. You put pressure on my legs indicating that you want me to spread them apart which I quickly do. Click. I know that you have just attached my ankle to something, though I am not sure what. You repeat the process with my left leg. I am now standing with my legs wide apart. I feel something very cool against the skin of my ass and I realize that you are cutting my bathing suit off with scissors. 

"Damn!" I think, "I just got this suit" 

Knowing what the result would be, I remain silent. I feel my suit bottoms drop to the floor at my feet. You also remove my top. I know that I am now standing naked before you. This both embarrasses and thrills me which starts a tingle in between my thighs. 

I feel the soft kiss of your mouth on my right nipple, gently licking, sucking hard, biting, and teasing. Your tongue tickles it a little bit. I feel hard sucking again, as if you are trying to milk my tit. And then... the shock of the clamp. I can't help but let out a groan as the clamp tightens on my already hardened nipple. I know that I will pay for that, but I couldn't help it. Just as a reminder, you give the chain attached to the clamp a hard tug. My left nipple receives the same treatment as my right and again that groan slips out as the clamp hits its mark. This time when you tug on the chain, even harder than the first time, it pulls hard on both nipples at once. You know so well how to reach that perfect balance between pleasure and pain that sends tingles of desire coursing through my body.

Releasing my wrists, you push me over, bending me at the waist until my stomach is pressing against something that feels like a saw horse. My wrists are now fastened to the legs on the other side of this thing leaving me totally exposed from behind with my ass in the air. I feel your fingers on my clit, just brushing it at first. Then you tickle it, rub it hard and fast. You pinch and pull on it bringing me so close to the edge of orgasm and abruptly stop. The third clamp on the chain is now roughly tightened around my stimulated and sensitive clit. I feel another tug on the chain. I assume you are just making sure that the clamps are on tight enough. Another hard tug, but this one doesn't let up, I try to shift a little and only manage to start the weight you have just placed on the chain in motion sending exquisite pain shooting from my nipples and my clit through my entire body and providing constant stimulation. I can tell that my pussy is now so wet that it is almost dripping. You reach down and roughly ram 2 fingers inside my pussy. I have to bite my tongue to prevent the moan from escaping my lips, God it feels so good. I want you inside me so bad, but I know that there is more to come before you will allow me that pleasure. Your fingers are still inside my pussy but are not moving at all, just there, trapping me at the precipice of a raging orgasm. Their presence is torture since I want so badly to have you fucking me and allowing me to cum. 

Next, I feel cold liquid dripping over my asshole. Oh God, I know what is coming now. Please not yet. You now pull your fingers out of my pussy and I feel the hard tip of my butt plug at the opening of my anus. I try to relax the muscles, but it is so difficult. Usually, you take more time before inserting my plug or fucking my asshole. You must be really angry at me this time. My mind is racing, trying to figure out if there is something else I did besides leaving the air conditioner running. Certainly you can't be this upset at something that trivial can you? 

I cry out, "Please not yet! I'm sorry I left the air conditioner on! I promise I won't do it again! Please not the butt plug yet!"

I feel a very hard slap to my right butt cheek and you whisper in my ear, "I did not tell you that you could speak. This is not just about the air conditioner. Now, behave yourself or you'll make this worse." 

With that, you put pressure on the butt plug slowly pushing it into me. You know that since you have not worked my hole yet you can not go too fast, but you go just fast enough to remind me who the boss is here. Finally, it passes beyond the tight muscle ring and settles into place. You step back surveying your work and allowing me a moment to become accustomed to the plug before proceeding with the next surprise you have in store for me. 

SMACK! Totally without warning, the leather paddle you purchased but never used before connects with the tender skin of my ass. You told me when you purchased the paddle that you would save it for a time when I was really naughty and needed extra discipline. I cry out again with shock and surprise. Three more swats in rapid succession on my exposed ass, each one sending the weighted chain moving, each movement of the chain tugs on my nipples and my clit, each tug sends another jolt of exquisite pain through them to every part of my body and each one causing the butt plug to shift inside me. You pull your hand back again and I tense, expecting another swat, instead, you lean in and stick your tongue deep inside my pussy licking up the juices that the punishment has created. I lean back into you as much as I can only to have you quickly remove your tongue and deliver another swat to my ass. I know that my ass must be turning a nice shade of pink now. I feel the heat and sting building in the skin. You are not done yet though. God, I want you to fuck me so bad right now. But, instead you rain more swats to my ever more sensitive ass. 

I am still not sure what I have done to make you so angry. I know about the air conditioner, but can not think of anything else I have done and that can't possibly be enough to bring this on. Finally, you start to speak. Each word is punctuated by another swat. As you do, the tears begin to roll down my face. You give me permission to make as much noise as I need to since no one will hear me anyway. 

SMACK! "You" SMACK! "left" SMACK! "the" SMACK! "air" SMACK! "conditioner" SMACK! "on"

It continues in this manner as you tell me that I cost you more money for the power bill with my carelessness, and that I forgot to gas the car again and so you ran out of gas. Now it is clear to me the true nature of the punishment. I know that it is not about the air conditioner or the money at all. It is about you running out of gas. You continue the punishment as you tell me that you had to hitch a ride into town to get gas just so that you could get to the gas station to fill the tank. You tell me that you were lucky enough to find a car full of nice gentlemen that were willing to help you out, but that you were embarrassed by the fact that you ran out of gas in the first place. Fleetingly, the thought crosses my mind that if you were embarrassed, then somehow you were going to embarrass me as well. The fire building in my pussy and the burning skin of my ass pushes that thought aside. All I can think of is how much I want your cock inside me and how badly I need to cum. 

When at last, you have run out of things to say and my ass must be all shades of red, you stop paddling me. You gently rub my hot skin. I feel your hand on my nipples then as they remove the clamps. You tenderly lick and suck my nipples soothing the pain from the clamps and the weight. Next, you remove the clamp from my clit and begin to lick and suck my throbbing clit and my dripping pussy. As you bring me close to orgasm, you stand and I feel the tip of your cock at the entrance of my pussy. You have chosen to leave my butt plug in, at least for now. Slowly, you give me just an inch or so of your cock. God, I want you to fuck me so bad. I want to feel you deep inside me and know that you have forgiven me for letting you down and causing you embarrassment. However, you are still not through with my punishment. Instead, the punishment has merely changed from pain to pleasure. 

I try hard to wiggle in hopes of encouraging you to fuck my hot, wet pussy. I only succeed in having you pull completely out of me and administer another swat to my stinging butt cheeks. You wait for what seems an eternity and then reinsert your cock in my pussy, just an inch or so again. Over and over you repeat this until I am moaning and begging for you to fuck me. The louder I beg, the more of your cock you insert with each stroke and I quickly figure out that's what you want. You want me screaming, begging for your cock, begging for you to fuck me. I comply. I beg louder and louder. Finally, you ram your cock all the way into me full force. As you do, I tip my head up some and open my mouth to let out a scream of pleasure, only to find it filled with another cock. 

"Oh my God!" I think to myself. "He did want to embarrass me; there's been someone else here all along!" My face instantly burns with embarrassment. I try to pull away from the cock in my face only to feel the burn of another very hard smack on my ass. 

"You have embarrassed me once today! Do not embarrass me again or you will be very sorry! These gentlemen were kind enough to help me with the car, you will please them as you would please me!"

With tears now running down my face, I open my mouth to receive the cock that is being forced in. It's only then that your comment truly sinks in..... "GentleMEN" That can only mean that there is more than just this one in the room. Just then, I feel a mouth on each tit. From their movements, I sense that they are stroking their cocks. They suckle while you fuck my pussy and the other cock is rammed in and out of my mouth. I soon forget the shame and give into the pleasure of being taken this way, used in so many different ways at one time. You are pounding hard and fast into my pussy now, ramming against my butt plug with each stroke. The cock in my mouth falls into time with your strokes; the mouths continue working on my nipples. The combined sensations soon push me over the edge and my pussy begins the tell tale contractions of orgasm. With that you start to fill me with your hot cum in one end and the cock in my mouth begins to shoot as well. I hear the groans of pleasure surrounding me as you and the other three men using my body cum in unison. 

I continue sucking and licking the cock that is in my mouth, cleaning as I would yours. I can feel it begin to respond to the attention I am paying to it. I hear a voice from my right say that they want a turn and I feel movement all around me as everyone switches positions. Now, there is a new cock in my mouth. I can feel a difference in size and even in the taste. I know that it is not yours, I know yours so well, but I suck and lick it just the same. There is another cock shoving its way into my pussy, again I know that it is not yours. I feel a hand on my left nipple, pinching and pulling very hard. There is also a mouth on my right nipple torturing it. Neither the hand nor the mouth feels like yours. 

Then, I hear your voice from across the room, "You boys have fun with her while I get us all something to drink. Play nice and I will be right back." 

For a moment, I feel abandoned. How could you leave me here with total strangers? But once again, the sexual pleasure takes over any negative feelings I am having and I settle into sucking and fucking. It seems to only take a matter of a few minutes and both the cock in my mouth and the cock in my pussy shoot me full again. One more time the bodies around me shift. Another cock is shoved in my mouth and one in my pussy, I am tiring quickly, but wanting to please you, I do my best to satisfy these men as they use and abuse my body. They do not seem at all concerned with me or my pleasure, only with their own. Yet their using me makes me cum over and over again none the less. I still do not feel your body close to me. Suddenly, I hear the familiar clicking of the camera and know that you are near. Taking pictures so that we can always remember this afternoon. 

The next shift brings your cock to my mouth and I suck and worship it like never before. I want more than ever to please you to make up for causing you embarrassment. I want you to know how much I appreciate the love you must feel for me to discipline me in this way when I need it. I want to prove to you that I love you and that I will do better in the future. There is a cock in my pussy and the butt plug is still in but I have no idea where the others went. I feel your hands reach down and take a hold of my nipples, pinching them hard and using them like handles as you ram your cock in and out of my mouth. The cock in my pussy steps in time with your strokes and both are ramming me hard. It takes longer this time for you to cum but you are not about to quit until you do. By the time you cum my jaw feels like it is going to just fall off. You must all be done and satisfied now. My legs are weak and shaking. I have cum more times than I can count. As you and the other cock pull out of me, I hear whispering and then feel an unfamiliar mouth on my hot used pussy. Sucking, licking and drinking the combined juices of all that have used me mixed with my own. I don't think that I can possibly get aroused again after so many orgasms, but I am wrong. 

Before I know it, the mouth working on my pussy has me hot and excited all over again. As I cry out that I want to be fucked, the mouth on my pussy abruptly stops as if pulled away. The plug is pulled quickly out of my ass which brings me close to cumming. Something is pushed deep inside my pussy, it must be a dildo. Then I feel your tongue toying with my asshole, lubing it up. Your tongue stops and I feel cool liquid drizzled down my crack. It trickles over the hole you have saved for yourself, having not allowed any of the others to use. 

You lean down and whisper in my ear, "Do you want me to fuck your ass in front of these guys? Is that what you want?"

"Yes! I want you to fuck my ass! Please, fuck me in the ass?"

And with that, you stand up and slide your cock slowly into my asshole. This time when you fuck me, you are pushing the dildo deeper and deeper into my pussy. The others must just be watching this time because I don't feel anyone else touching me, it is all you, the love of my life, the Master of my heart, mind, body, and soul. I feel you reach around and start working on my clit with one hand as you fuck my asshole. You ram in and out of me, pushing the dildo in and out with each stroke. Your other hand is rubbing and soothing my still burning butt cheeks. Your pace quickens as we get closer and closer to orgasm. Just as we are both ready to cum, you reach down and remove the blindfold. 

"Look up my pet" you tell me. 

I look up to see your best friend, his brother and our next door neighbor standing there. All three have their cocks in their hands and are stroking for all they are worth, just as all five of us cum again in unison. You are shooting deep in my ass; my juices are running all over your balls and onto the floor and the others cum in my face. 

"Now your punishment is complete. You embarrass me, I will embarrass you. From now on, every time you see one of these three, you will remember this day and the lessons I hope you learned. You have pleased me well my pet." 

The guys all thank us and give me a kiss on the cheek and a gentle swat on the butt as they make their way out of the house. You tenderly remove the straps holding me on the saw horse and carry me to the bathroom where you have run me a hot bath. You tenderly help me into it. You gently and lovingly wash and caress every part of my used and aching body. Once you have finished my bath, you help me out and dry me off. Then you carry me to the bedroom and place me under the covers. You lie down beside me, take me in your arms raining kisses on my face and whisper over and over again how much you love me as I drift off to sleep.



Taken By Surprise



My name is Tom, and I had just closed a deal with a major company. I went back to my hotel room and changed my closed then headed to the bar to celebrate. I am not much of a drinker, but I felt I needed a mixed drink after completing a major sales like this. A basketball game was on the TV, so I sat down and drank my whiskey. A few minutes later two men approached my chair. They introduced themselves as Jeff and Stuart.

Jeff was somewhat short and stocky, with jet black hair. Stuart had brown hair, tall, and on the thin side. They asked me if I minded them joining me watching the game. I didn't mind at all. I was a bit lonely being away from home like this. As we watched the game, we drank and laughed and chatted a bit. We must have sat there for over an hour. I was getting a bit tipsy. The liquor was going to my head.

Jeff and Stuart asked me if I cared to join them in their room. We could have more drinks there if we wanted to. I wasn't sure about more drinks, but if I went to my room I would just hit the sack. I wanted to stay up yet and talk.

We went to their room and went inside. Stuart told me to have a seat. I sat down and as Jeff returned from the bathroom, he motioned me towards the bed where he was standing. I got up and walked over and it was there, Stuart shoved me to the bed.

"Hey, what is going on?" I asked.

Both Jeff and Stuart started to remove my clothes. I tried to fight back and resist, but it was no use. There were two of them and I was drunk as a skunk by now. It took them just a few minutes until I was totally naked there on the bed. I was in a stunned state as they then proceeded to get naked as well.

Jeff climbed on top of the bed and knelt over my head. His thick cock was dangling there, directly over my mouth.

"Open for me Tom," he said.

I had no intention of doing that, but Jeff forced my mouth open and stuffed his hard salami down my throat. Before I could do a thing he forced his cock as far down my throat as he could shove it. I was gagging on it and trying to resist, but I didn't have much will power. It was then that I felt Stuart playing with my cock.

He had gotten some warm oil and squirted it all over my shaft and down along my ass crack. He then pushed two of his fingers past my ass rim. It hurt like hell with his digits pushed up my bowels. He was now working them in and out as Jeff was fucking my mouth.

I didn't know how to react to this assault. I guess I just gave in and let these guys do their thing. After a few minutes of sucking on Jeff's cock, I was taking the whole thing down my gullet. His balls were hitting my chin as I sucked the biggest cock I had ever seen before. I am not sure how long I had his cock in my mouth before he blew his load.

Jeff just grunted and the next thing I knew I felt his hot flow streaming down to my belly. It was then that Stuart lifted my legs by my ankles. I couldn't even react. I just felt a sharp dart trying to enter my asshole. I was really tight and Stuart kept prodding at my pucker hole until I felt him inside me. He then started to push his shaft in and out.

It took some time until he had the whole thing inside me. That was when the fucking really began. He took me as if I was his whore. Long, deep strokes that seemed to stretch my ass to its limit. I had felt women's fingers in my ass but nothing to compare it to this.

Stuart's ball sacs were dancing off my bottom. Stuart was also loud to the point of shouting at me. He told me he was going to breed me and fuck me. He said he had a giant load he was just saving for me alone. Even being drunk, this kind of talk was getting me stirred up. Jeff had stepped back and was watching Stuart fill me up.

I was now to the point of begging for Stuart to rape my hole. I wanted it now, more than I wanted anything else. Stuart obliged and fucked me hard as he could. It didn't take long before I felt his cum pouring into my ass heading to my stomach. He pushed my legs forward to my chest and dumped every hot drop of his seed into me. I was almost delirious now.

Stuart eventually pulled out and then both men shifted places. This time Jeff was going to fuck my ass and Stuart was going to make me clean off his pole using my mouth. Where all this cum was stored I couldn't figure out. It seemed like them two men had endless stamina and could fill me up all night long.

That is what they continued to do. I was made to get on all fours as both men took turns doggie-fucking me from behind. I also sucked the other one's cock while being taken that way. I guess I eventually passed out.

When I awoke, I was all alone on the bed. Stuart and Jeff had long gone. It looked as if they had checked out of their room. I was on my back lying in a pool of fluid. Matter of fact, cum coated every inch of my body. My ass and jaw were sore. I could taste both men's cum in my mouth. Manseed was dripping out my ass as well.

I also had a tremendous hangover headache. It was all I could do to duck into the shower and wash the cum stains from my body. Once I did that, I got dressed and went down to my room. I actually showered again. Cum was still dripping from my painful hole. I got into some clean clothes and checked out of my room and headed for home.

For some weeks after this encounter I wasn't quite the same. My wife asked what was going on. I couldn't very well tell her what happened. I just kept putting her off. When I think about this episode I get turned on and I get scared as hell.

I never experienced something like that in my life. I was taken and used by these two men. I get chills down my spine when I fantasize about it. Other times I worry what these two guys might have given me. They had fucked me bareback using no protection at all. I guess I will have to ride it out for awhile and hope all will be ok. 

For now, I do wonder what it would be like to be with another man again. I know it is insane, but I want to feel a man's cock deep in my ass once more. It gives me goosebumps thinking about it.



Taken By Surprise



This was so perfect. She had no idea what was about to happen to her. He had wanted an opportunity like this, but never thought he would get one. She didn't know he was in town. He wasn't supposed to be here until next week. He spotted her coming out of her apartment, he kept to the shadows, watching, waiting for the perfect moment. She looked gorgeous to him. Most would look the other way, if she was walking towards them. He loved the thickness of her body. Her middle was round and her ass stuck out firm and wide, she was wearing a black skirt today mid thigh, with black combat boots. She had on a black sweater with a hood, and walked with her head down. She didn't look at the people around her, which made his job of concealing himself so much easier. She took a turn, the kind that he had been needing. She went down an alley way between two large old buildings. He caught up to her. Half-way down the alley he put a knife to her throat, and shoved her against the brick wall. The alley echoed with the sounds of the streets. He whispered in her ear," No one will hear you slut, scream all you want."

She froze. With the knife against her throat, and the man shove up against her; her bag dropped to the ground, and all she could do was whimper.

He was so turned on his cock throbbed in jeans. He pushed himself up on her, rubbing making sure she felt it.

She gasped. Through her growing fear of this unknown attacker, she felt her body betray her. Her cunt became wet, with the feel of that hard cock pressed against her thick ass.

"Slut, you are mine." he whispered. The hand not holding the knife squeezed those large 46DD breasts, again her body betrayed her, her nipples became hard. He slid his hand down, under her skirt. "What is this, you naughty slut, no panties. You wanted to get fucked today didn't you?"

She moaned as his hand cupped her naked, shaved mound. She was wet, and at his mercy. He slid his finger into her slit, and found her nub, rub slowly. She ground up against his hand, unable to stop herself, not caring that this wasn't supposed to be happening. He stopped, and she felt cheated. She gasped, "Please..."

He just laughed. Then she screamed out, as he smacked her ass. Making her butt turn red. A hand print on each check was forming. He loved it. He smoothed his hand over it. The heat. The color. His cock throbbing. He need to be in this woman. He ran a finger over his work, and felt the heat again. Ran his finger down the crack of her large round white ass, sliding between two big cheeks. He bent her slight forward, and felt the wetness there. He inserted a finger quickly, shoving it deep. His need growing. Two fingers, faster now, she started groaning, she couldn't fight it anymore...

He freed his cock, it hit the back of her thick luscious thigh. She gasped. He shoved three fingers deep in her sopping wet cunt."Slut who's cunt is this?"

"Yours sir" she barely moaned out.

Bending her all the way over top of her head against the wall, her hands supporting her, he shoved that throbbing 7in hard cock inside her, in one stroke. Together they both moaned in satisfaction. He pumped his cock in "his" cunt hard and deep. He wanted her to feel his need. He needed her to know that her cunt was his. She screamed, and begged for more. He felt her cunt seize up around his cock. She screamed, and he pumped two more deep thrusts and came deep in "his" cunt.

As her orgasm started to climax, he stood her up with her face against the wall, cock still buried deep in her, and said,"My sweet slut, you are a prize."

She recognized her Masters' voice from the phone. "Master? Oh my god, as another orgasm rushed over her." She realized that she was safe...

He pulled away from and out of her. Turned her around and let her see him for the first time. She fell to her knees before him. "Master, I was so scared. Sir, you are a week early." Her eyes turned down, to the ground, as an obedient sub.

"Yes pet, I couldn't wait any longer to meet you in person, or possess this beautiful body." He lifted her chin to look at those amazing blue eyes that taunted him over the screen for too long. He smiled, and she smiled. She was beautiful and his. "Let's go home, my precious one. I am not done with you yet."

"Yes Master," she said and gathered her dropped bag. He gathered her in his arms and walked her home.. 



Taken By Surprise



Sunlight kissed Olivia's skin and tangled in her hair, turning the blonde strands a shimmering gold. Warm air filtered through the open window, caressing her bare shoulders as the car cruised along the highway.

Olivia closed her eyes and sighed. The hard rock music blaring from the speakers competed with the persistent throbbing inside her head. She leaned her elbow on the door and massaged her temple.

She and Dean had just attended a pool side barbecue in the sun-drenched backyard of his boss's house - his flirtatious female boss. He'd worked at the company for twelve months now. Olivia was introduced to his colleagues for the first time today. It should have been an enjoyable gathering, relaxing over a cocktail or two. She'd only managed to make it through the afternoon by gritting her teeth and wishing away the hours.

Her eyes drifted open. She stared at the line of eucalyptus trees scattered along the roadside as words of suspicion crawled up her throat. Olivia forced them back, knowing they served no other purpose than stirring up trouble she didn't want or need. She smoothed her hands over her white skirt, trying to ignore the twisting in her stomach. She studied the pink polish coating her fingernails and focused her thoughts on dinner instead.

Dean planned to take her out tonight to their favourite restaurant. Just the two of them, a candle lit table, good food and a glass or two of wine. It was a custom he'd begun on their first anniversary together. They'd kept it going four years now. Olivia glanced at the bare fingers of her left hand - still no ring, but that was okay. She'd never been too caught up on the idea of marriage anyway. A smile flickered across her lips. Well, so she kept telling herself.

Her gaze shifted to Dean. His elbow rested on the door. One hand wrapped around the steering wheel while the other tapped a silent beat against his jeans-clad thigh. He wore a short-sleeved shirt the colour of charcoal and the breeze coming through the crack of open window ruffled his dark hair. 

Olivia's eyes narrowed. The relaxed air about him, the complete lack of awareness, brought back in a rush the annoyance she'd been attempting to quash. He hadn't noticed her discomfort at the barbecue. It seemed, even now, after a half hour of silence, it still hadn't registered.

He glanced across at her as if feeling the weight of her stare on him. "What's wrong?" 

Olivia exhaled slowly. The words began tumbling out of her mouth before she could stop them. "Why did you let her keep throwing herself at you?"

Dean reached out to turn down the music. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"That doesn't surprise me." She ordered herself to stay calm.

He dropped his hand on the knee revealed by her skirt, squeezing her sun-warmed flesh a little. "Why don't you enlighten me, then?"

"It's not funny, Dean." She pushed his hand away, ignoring the amusement in his deep voice.

"I'm not laughing, Olivia." He raised an eyebrow and returned his attention to the road. "I can't help if you don't tell me what's wrong."

"It's the barbecue. Helen kept putting her arms around you like you were a possession of hers. How many times did she need to whisper in your ear? It was embarrassing." Olivia mentally chided herself for her pettiness. She hated the whining tone in her voice.

"The party was loud." He threw her a look of patience that further put her on edge. "I couldn't hear what she was saying."

"She didn't have to press her entire body against yours, or look over to make sure I noticed. She kept touching you and laughing at every thing you said. You're not that fucking funny, Dean." Olivia flinched inwardly. So much for remaining calm.

He shot her a heated look. "Are you jealous, Liv?" His silver eyes were sharp in their appraisal. "Of her?"

"No." She tugged at the neckline of her pink singlet and shifted in her seat. "I don't know. You just looked like you loved the attention. It made me wonder what's going on between you two."

"It made you--" Dean let out a harsh laugh and shook his head. He stared at the road and drummed his fingertips against the steering wheel. "I thought you were more secure than that."

"I am." Olivia cursed the surge of heat that flooded her cheeks. "I always have been, but this is different. You both looked too intimate." She gazed out the side window and chewed on her lower lip. "I hate feeling this way. I hate that I can't stop."

Silence descended. The seconds ticked by, dragging into uncomfortable minutes. Olivia could barely stand it. Her shoulders stiffened. Her eyes would have welled with tears if she'd allowed herself to let go. She clamped her lips together to avoid speaking again. With the mood she was in now, it would only worsen the situation.

Why couldn't she have just kept her mouth shut in the first place? She stared down at her hands, her vision blurring as her fingers twisted in her lap. With his quick smiles and easy laughter, Dean got plenty of attention from other women. He always had. It had never occurred to Olivia to be bothered by it in the past. She wished she could just push it from her mind now.

Dean began tapping his fingertips against his thigh, rapidly increasing tempo until he stopped altogether. He sighed and tossed her a glance. "You piss me off sometimes." He checked the rear view mirror and flicked the indicator. He steered the car into a rest stop and parked in the first available space.

Olivia's breath caught as the car jerked to an abrupt halt, just stopping shy of hitting the curb. With her eyes wide, she watched as Dean cut the engine, shoved the door open and climbed out in one fluid movement. She gripped the hand rest as he rounded the front of the car. Her heart thundered against her ribs when he yanked the door from her grasp. Olivia shrank back against the seat and stared up at him. "What's going on? What are you doing?"

"Get out."

"No." Her voice trembled. She wondered if he could even hear it above the constant rush of traffic. "What's wrong with you?"

He slid his fingers around her upper arm and tugged. "I can't do what I plan on doing right here."

Olivia scanned the parking lot, noticing a delivery truck and a couple of cars. A pair of elderly women occupied the one and only picnic bench. The determined look in his eyes had a faint twinge of unease settling in her gut. She stepped out beside him. He grabbed her hand and stalked away without giving her a chance to catch her breath, his pace so brisk she had to jog to keep up.

Olivia's sandals slapped against her heels and her skirt tangled about her thighs. "Dean?"

He rubbed circles over her palm with his thumb. "Shut up, Liv."

Shut up? She scraped back the strands of hair blowing across her face. "Where are you taking me?"

He led her away from the picnicking women and the delivery truck, away from the noise of the highway. He took her behind a toilet block where tall trees and blackberry bushes grew rampant. Dean swung her around in a small channel of cleared grass and pressed her back against the wall. Her breath left her in a shaky sigh. Olivia's gaze flittered about, concentrating on anything, everything but Dean.

He slid his hands up her arms, circled her neck with his fingers. He held her face immobile with his thumbs under her chin. Olivia built the courage to look at him. She swallowed hard and fought down the jittery sensation inside her. "You can't -- you can't just fix this with a kiss." She licked her lips.

He caught the quick movement of her tongue. A feral gleam flickered in his eyes. "I know." Dean sank his hand into her hair, gathering the silky weight in a thick bundle. Wrapping the rope of hair around his fist, he tugged until her head tipped back and he'd exposed her neck. Olivia clamped her hands around his forearms, as much for support as a need to try and restrain him.

Dean nibbled at the line of her bare shoulder, licked the smooth curve where collarbone met neck. He scraped his teeth over the sensitive skin of her throat, drawing a heavy breath from her. Her pulse pounded erratically in her ears. Olivia fought the desire racing through her, tried to shut it out. To punish him, it shamed her to admit. She wedged her hands between their bodies and pushed at his chest. "Don't. I'm angry."

"I know." His mobile mouth travelled further, planting small wet kisses along the way, until he nipped at her chin. His chest pushed against hers, crushing her breasts. Olivia closed her eyes. Her lips parted on a sigh as the evidence of his arousal pressed snugly between them.

"Look at me." He released her hair and clasped her flushed cheeks between his palms. His voice had grown husky and dark.

Olivia forced her lids to flutter open, forced her focus to return.

"I don't like seeing this uncertainty in you." Dean flicked his tongue over her lower lip. He shoved his knee between her thighs and leaned in closer, until merely a breath separated them. He lifted his knee higher, rubbing firm strokes back and forth against her pussy. She whimpered with longing. He spoke against her mouth. "Makes me want to fuck it right out of you."

A surge of excitement began in her belly, spreading through her body. Olivia braced herself as his lips claimed hers. Dean's mouth was hot and hard as it gave and took; both punishing and arousing. His tongue thrust inside her mouth, delving and exploring the moist depths. He sank his hand into her hair, tangling his fingers in the strands. His arm slid around her back, holding her tight.

Olivia slipped her hands beneath his shirt, needy fingers seeking out skin. She pressed her tongue to his and heard the growl in his throat. Irritation swiftly faded as need welled inside her.

Dean cupped her breasts in the warmth of his hands, rubbing her nipples with his thumbs. Before Olivia could adjust to each new touch, each fevered caress, he replaced it with another. Her back arched, her bare shoulders pressed into the bricks. She moaned with the pleasure of it all and he swallowed the sound with his mouth.

Dean tore his lips from hers, his chest heaving as he looked her over. He exhaled through his nose. His jaw clenched. Their eyes met and a corner of his mouth quirked in a smile.

"Dean," Olivia spread her hands over his chest, "I'm sorry. I was being unreasonable. Jealous. Suspicious." She linked her fingers around the back of his neck and pulled him closer. She pressed her mouth to his ear and whispered, "Just fuck me and make it all better." Using her teeth on his lower lip, she bit hard, then suckled on the tender spot to soothe him.

A hoarse sound broke from Dean's open mouth. "Oh, I intend to," he said.

A quick fumble of belt buckle, a harsh movement of zipper, and he was ready for her. Dean gripped her thighs and hoisted her up against the wall. Olivia wrapped her long legs around his waist and held her breath. He shoved his hand between their bodies, yanked her panties to one side and plunged inside her.

Olivia gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. She tilted her head back and groaned. He settled his mouth against her throat, nuzzled her warm flesh. Dean thrust hard, his movements jolting her against the wall. Coarse bricks scratched her back. Her thighs clamped around him and her stomach dipped with pleasure. Olivia dug her fingertips into the flexing muscles of his back, overcome with emotion. She should never have doubted him. Why had she doubted him? "Dean, I..."

"Shh, Liv." He lifted his head and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. "Stop thinking." He slowed his pumping hips until he was grinding against her. Heated skin meshed with heated skin. His breath warmed her cheek, his heartbeat pounded with hers. He held her weight with one arm and cupped her jaw with his other hand. Dean urged her mouth open with his thumb at her chin, and delved inside. His tongue dipped in and warred with hers, searching, arousing.

Pleasure rushed through her, deep in her belly, radiating outwards in an arc of intensity. Olivia arched her back and strained against him. Her nipples begged for attention, tingling for the touch of his hands or mouth. "Please, I want..." She breathed hotly against his mouth.

As if sensing her need, Dean hooked his fingers in the neckline of her singlet and tugged. He snagged her white lace bra and dragged it down until her bared breasts jutted proudly above the gathered material. He teased and taunted her, rolling her nipple between the roughened pads of his fingertips until she was gasping for each breath. The cooling breeze caressed her naked skin. His mouth roamed over hers.

The desire for release built inside Olivia until she could no longer hold on. She reached beneath their bodies with her outstretched fingers and cupped Dean, stroking him softly.

He broke the connection of their mouths and bucked against her. "You keep doing that, Liv, you'll make me come."

Olivia continued the sensual motions while she nibbled on his stubble covered chin. "That's the idea."

He let out a laughing groan, shifted her weight in his arms and used his free hand to grip the back of her neck. He leaned against her more heavily, his silver eyes watchful and intent. Waiting.

A car horn bleated in the distance. A magpie warbled in the treetops. All the while Dean thrust his cock inside her, holding her, pushing her to the edge. Olivia's mind clouded over, her vision blurred. Desire spiralled out of control in her belly.

She turned her head to the side to draw in air when she heard approaching footsteps. Her eyes widened. Her heart tripped. "Oh, God, Dean. Someone's coming."

"Yeah, that'd be you." He slipped his hand down her belly, dipped his fingers into her heat. His thumb slid over her clit, massaging gently until she closed her eyes and cried out in surprise. Olivia's back bowed and her thighs clenched around him. A flush crept up her neck, blooming in her cheeks. She opened her eyes and saw passion blazing in his. Her lips parted and a low moan slipped free. She clutched him, her fingernails biting into his shoulders as an orgasm ripped through her.

"Fuck, Liv. I love watching you." He joined her then. Let go. A groan tore from his throat. Olivia held on tightly as he grunted and slammed his cock inside her. Over and over. The intensity built until his mouth captured hers and he came hard, shuddering with the effort.

His kisses gentled, until reluctantly he pulled back. Dean let his head rest on her shoulder while he caught his breath. Olivia stroked his jaw with her fingertips, trying hard to calm the racing of her heart. Their slowing breaths and the distant hum of cars were the only sounds.

Dean licked the sensitive spot behind her ear as a tremor worked its way through his body. "I can hardly breathe." He kissed Olivia one final time and helped her to her feet. "You almost killed me."

She laughed, choking on the sound when a burly man rounded the corner and stopped in his tracks. He had a bushy beard and a mountain of hair. His eyes momentarily dropped to Olivia's bared breasts and widened in surprise. Dean moved to shield her body as he tucked himself back into his jeans. When his eyes rose to meet Olivia's, they shined with amusement. She let out a squeak and yanked her singlet back into place.

The man's mouth opened, but no sound came out. He cleared his throat and tried again. "I was driving by while you two were walking away. I thought...I thought you were in trouble the way he dragged you back here." 

Dean intertwined his fingers with Olivia's and turned to face the man. "She's fine. Things just got a bit out of hand."

"I see that." The man stood for a couple of uncomfortable seconds before shrugging his beefy shoulders. "I'll leave you to it, then."

"Thanks." Olivia smiled weakly and gave him a small wave. When he disappeared around the corner, she shoved Dean's chest and fought the laughter that bubbled inside her. "He saw me half naked thanks to you."

"You probably made his day." He led her out from behind the restroom and began walking back to the car. Tall grass slapped Olivia's bare legs and the sounds of traffic drifted on the wind. Dean looked down at her and grinned. "You definitely made mine."

"Yeah." Olivia sighed with contentment and squeezed his hand. "You made mine, too."

"We'll see." Dean unlocked the car and pulled the passenger door open for her. "I've got an important question to ask you over dinner."



Taken by Surprise



Laying on the couch, my book open though I'm really not paying attention to what the words are saying. Instead I'm watching her, the gorgeous beauty who is standing with her back to me. Her ass filling out her tight blue jeans so nicely, her black thong sticking out ever so slightly as she stands upon her tip toes, the light pink tank top she's wearing lifting up allowing her soft flesh to peek out at me. As she comes down from standing on her toes her head turns so she can look at me. Her eyes glance in my direction before she smiles seductively. 

"See something you like?"She asks playfully. Taking me by surprise I blink, dropping my book down to my chest. I lick my lips, reluctantly pulling my eyes up and away from her round breasts that seem to be calling to me as they press against her tight tank top, so I can look at her. 

"Maybe, but then again maybe I've seen better..." my fingers tremble slightly as I reach to pick the book up again, forcing my eyes to return to the page. She makes her way over to me before she snatches the book out of my hands and tosses it aside. One leg swings over to the other side of the couch as she sits down on my chest, her weight pinning me down on the cushion. She leans her head down, capturing my lips forcefully as her hands hold my head in place. She grinds against me as I struggle to get up. Once the kiss was broken I stutter out, 

"W-w-what are you doing?!" Her dark eyes look down at me for a moment before she laughs. "Oh, like you haven't wanted this to happen for the longest time now. I see the way you look at me, that light in your eyes, the way you lick your lower lip. And not to mention the fact that you're soaking wet." her hand slides up my skirt to rub against my silk panties, making me moan. "See, you can't even deny it. Plus I saw the way you stared at me as I walked out of the shower this morning." her fingers continue to rub against my clit as she talks to me. "And don't think I didn't hear you fingering yourself earlier, panting as you called out for me." 

My body begins to shake as she continues to play with me, those silk panties of mine soaked with my juices, and she can tell that I'm close to cumming. Her free hand wraps around my throat, tightening. Her voice commanding as she says "Don't you dare cum without my permission or I will punish you. I'm going to get up and you have ten seconds to get on your knees, leaning over the arm of the couch. You don't want to find out what happens if you disobey me..." she pauses to grin. "Or, maybe you do." She moves so she's standing next to the couch, her back turned away from me. I sit there stunned for a moment, unsure of what's actually going on. 

This couldn't actually be happening, could it? I guess I waited too long, because when I looked back at her, finally getting around moving myself over the arm of the couch her jeans had already hit the floor and she was stepping out of them. She tsks softly at me as my head turns to watch those long, sexy legs of hers that nice little pussy barely covered with her black thong. Lost in my daydream of that pussy I didn't see her hand raise, and when it connected with my ass I jumped. 

"Hey! That hurt!" She eyes me for a moment, her hands moving to pull down my skirt and use it to keep my legs together. Her hand then smacks my ass again, only harder. I jump slightly again, tears welling up in my eyes. She lightly runs a finger down my spine, saying softly "I warned you. You didn't listen to me, but I did warn you." I shiver slightly, waiting for the next smack to my already sore backside, but before I get the next rush of pain and pleasure I lose my eyesight as she fastens a blindfold on me. 

My head thrashes, freaking out as I stutter, trying to ask what she's doing. My answer is another slap, which quiets me. I strain to hear something; anything but she seems to have disappeared. Soft footsteps alert me to her return, though I can also hear something else...scissors? Sure enough, she's cutting my tee shirt right off, and she also cuts my strapless black bra, allowing my breasts to fall free. One of her hands cup my left breast, her fingers running over my nipple, making it hard, twisting it enough for me to whimper in pain. 

Thoroughly enjoying myself under her fingers, I didn't feel the couch move as she got on her knees behind me. Her fingers release my nipple, but before I can protest her hand presses down upon my head hard, the other hand moving and making my legs spread wider. I almost scream as her fingers work their way into my pussy, stretching me out from how tight I am. 

"Do you like this, you little slut? Do you want to cum for me?" she asks, each word being followed with a sharp smack to my ass, alternating sides. So many thoughts racing through my head but I finally manage to say "Not until I taste you..." her lips pull up in a soft smile and I can feel her body moving beneath me. With her hands on my hips she guides me backwards until I can smell her, and my head bows down. My tongue runs over the black thong she wears before I use my teeth to pull it aside, my tongue darting in to taste her sweet juices. Her voice is soft as she moans for me, her hips bucking slightly as my tongue licks all over her soaking wet cunt, and for a moment she lies there enjoying the feeling. Soon enough though her head comes up, her tongue matching my every move, and we both cum hard, filling each other's mouths with our sweet juices. 

As I lay there panting, my body still trembling from the massive orgasm that she had given me, she moves and smacks my ass once more, barking orders at me again. "Get up. Move! Now!" I scramble to move, allowing her to get up off of the couch. I sit back, looking at her with wide eyes, confused and so incredibly turned on. She stands up, and looks at me, as if expecting something.

"Yes?" I ask softly. 

"Get your ass upstairs. I want you on my bed, and get rid of the remains of that tee shirt. Its worthless now anyways." I quickly follow her orders, making my way up the stairs and through the wooden door to her giant bed. I lay myself down on my back, allowing my eyes to close for a moment too long. I was brought back to the real world by a stinging sensation across my stomach. My eyes snap open, only to see her standing over me, frowning, and holding a small whip.

"Did I tell you, you could rest?" speechless I can only shake my head. "Roll over, and place your hands over your head, grabbing onto the headboard." My mind races as I do so, though when she clicks the handcuffs into place I start to panic, struggling as I pull against the restraints.

"No, please don't. I don't want this....please undo those." my head thrashes from side to side as I pull on the handcuffs, hoping that by some miracle I could get free, my voice soft as I continue to plead for my release. She doesn't reply, her body slipping out of my vision for a few moments. Thinking that maybe she had gone to get a key I relax my body, which in turns allows my breathing to become more steady. I hear footsteps, announcing her return. "Oh, thank you for allowing me to go." she doesn't reply to me, but I can feel her weight upon the bed. Her fingers run up my back lightly before she grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling my head up roughly. 

"Now, listen up you little bitch, I own you. You will speak only when spoken to, and when you do address me you are to call me Mistress. You don't get to say what I will or will not do. When I tell you to do something you will do it without question or else there will be so much pain you won't be able to move. Do I make myself clear?"

I look up at her, my dark brown eyes staring into hers and whisper "Yes Mistress." She smiles to me and nods approvingly, releasing my head. I can feel her move back, the whip she holds running over my flesh in a teasing fashion, making me shiver as I await for the first full strike. 

Suddenly that whip is running lightly across my pussy, and before I can wonder what she plans on doing to me, the handle of that wicked and yet wonderful tool is pushed up into my dripping wet hole. I cry out softly, my hips rocking back towards her. She laughs softly as she fucks me with the whip, though I can hear that she's rummaging through something. I can feel myself coming closer and closer to the edge, but I do everything in power to keep myself from cumming, knowing that I didn't want to disappoint my mistress. I almost scream as the whip is removed quickly, and with no warning. I whimper to her, but that is soon stopped with a hard smack to my ass, the whip stinging more now that it was wet with my juices. 

"Shut up." Is all she tells me before she flips me over, my wrists ache from the handcuffs and my arms are twisted above my head as I lay there, looking up at her, scared and yet so very excited about what was going to happen. She moves herself over me, her head bending down and her full lips capture mine. As her tongue wraps around mine, I can feel her hands moving my legs wider for her. Lost in the pure bliss of the kiss, my body jumps when I can feel the dildo slide into me. My eyes open wide, watching her as she slides herself down on the other end of the toy. 

She moans quietly, her hands tightening around my breasts as she moves her body closer and closer to mine, the double-ended dildo sliding deeper into both of our bodies until finally our pussy lips are touching each other. She begins to grind herself against me, her hands working furiously against my skin, her nails digging into the flesh, leaving marks down my body. 

"Cum." is all she says to me and sure enough at her command my body explodes, me screaming out for her as I cum, feeling her own pussy juices run down over my cunt as she cums with me.



Taken by Surprise at Work



I was working late in the office when it happened. I'm a young associate attorney and my firm was coming up on trial, so I was working late with another associate attorney, Adam. 

Adam walked into my office and just stood there. I looked up at him, annoyed, "Do you need something," I said.

"No," Adam replied, "I just wanted to see what kind of progress you've made." 

He looked funny as he said it, but I was tired and wanted to finish my work, get home and just crawl into bed. I went back to my work.

About an hour later, Adam yelled into my office, "I'm leaving now. See you tomorrow."

"Ok. Goodnight," I replied. 

From where my office is situated, I couldn't actually see Adam leave, and soon found out that he didn't leave the office, yet. About twenty minutes after he left I got up to stretch an grab a soda from the fridge. Walking back to my officer, Adam came up behind my and held me at my breasts and stomach. I could feel his hardness pressing against my ass. 

"You really thought I left. Did you honestly think I would leave without giving you a proper good bye," he said.

By now I was scared and didn't know what to do. I could fight him, but he's much bigger than myself. Adam worked out and I had no chance against that. He pressed me against the wall. He lifted my blouse so my breasts were against the coldness of the wall. He told me if I said a word or dared scream he would make sure I got it a lot worse. 

He stood there for a few moments rubbing his hard dick against my ass. He rubbed so hard, it seemed as if he was trying to fuck me through my skirt. 

Then he abruptly turned me around and was facing me. He started to kiss my neck and grabbed the button of my blouse with his teeth and tore them off. At this point he had my arms pinned to the wall and was not letting them go. He used his leg and put it between mine and forced me to spread my legs a little more. Now he started rubbing against me like before but was pushing his hard dick against my pussy. He told me was going to let my arms go, but under no circumstances was I to scream or fight. I was so scared I don't think I would've dared do anything.

He bent down kissing my legs and working his hands under my long skirt. As he made his way back up he lifted the skirt and massaged my thighs. Then he stood up, unzipped his pants, and took them off along with his boxers. He looked at me with an evil grin and began massaging my legs again. Going up and down and up and down. He seemed to want to respond to this, but I was just crying.  Then, all of a sudden he as he made his way back up, he yanked my panties off. Then went down and licked my pussy, which was sopping wet by now. I didn't want to get wet for him, but my pussy ached involuntarily. I didn't want to get fucked by Adam, but I couldn't stop my pussy from dripping. 

Adam, then came up and as he came up he pushed his hard dick into me, without warning. He grabbed my legs and wrapped them around him as he thrust his hardness into me. He held me there against the wall, pushed as deep into to me as possible. It felt like he was at least 8 inches long. 

All of a sudden, he began thrusting into me as hard as possible. He wasn't just fucking me now, he was making sure this was hurting me. He pounded me against the wall so hard, that my back ached afterwards. He pounded and slammed into me repeatedly. Then he grabbed a hold of my and carried my like that, with his dick still buried deep inside me, to my office. He lay me on my desk, never taking his dick out of me, climbed on top of me, and said, "Now, I'm going to fuck you like you been wanting."

He pulled out of me all the way, and then drove his dick into to the hilt. I felt him inside me pushing against my cervical wall. Adam pinned my arms down on the desk and just kept slamming into my pussy again and again. He would slow down and then all of a sudden would speed up and begin pounding my mercifully. Then I felt an all familiar feeling . . .Adam was going to cum inside of me. He erupted inside of me and fell on top of my body. He got up and looked at me and said, "You may not have enjoyed it this time, but next time you'll get into it."