7 comments/ 54489 views/ 9 favorites Nico By: lionel_collins Names of Characters in this story are fictitious and any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental. * With my cock straining to get loose from my jeans, I looked forward to seeing him every noon hour. He'd eat his sandwich, some cookies and an apple, while looking in my sport-card shop window. By now, I felt like I knew him. And when he'd left, I'd fantasize him naked in the back room, moaning, ecstatically, and pressing my face into his thick, black, pubic hair. 'Oh, yeah, man, get right down on my big, fat, uncut cock,' he'd shout, and I'd obediently do everything he commanded. The position of the sun, at that time of the day, permitted me to sit shaded and invisible while he was in the direct sunlight. It was a great opportunity for me to scope him mercilessly. His big cock, of course, was only a figment of my fantasy. He was young, probably eighteen, or so and most probably straight. He was extremely cute, in a rough sort of way. Wearing a Montreal Canadians Hockey Club windbreaker gave him the appearance of a typical jock. I felt certain he was in great shape. About five foot ten inches tall, he had a very wiry, hundred and thirty pound body. I was sitting behind the showcase, waiting for him to take his usual spot at the window, when he surprised me by actually coming inside. Acknowledging his presence, I then tried to ignore him, as I usually did with all customers, to let him leisurely look around. He came directly to the glass showcase where the most desirable hockey cards were displayed. "Hi, if there's anything you'd like me to take out of the showcase, don't be shy to let me know, huh?" I said, hoping he couldn't see how shook up he'd gotten me. "Thanks," he said, flashing a great smile. I stared, admiringly, at his gleaming teeth, wishing I could get my tongue between them. "I hope I'm not disturbing ya," he said, then went on, "I'm a freak fer hockey cards but I can't afford to buy them. I love lookin' at them, though...yer sure I'm not botherin' ya?" "Of course not," I assured him, "Lots of people come in just to look...You're welcome anytime. An even if you can't buy, I'll be very happy to take cards outta the case for ya." "Wow! That's awesome. Can I hold the Robby Gore card fer a minute?" He had a champagne taste, I thought. The Gore card was worth two thousand dollars. "Sure," I said, taking the card from the case and placing it reverently in his visibly, shaking hand. "Mama mia." he said, wide-eyed, as he minutely examined both sides of the plastic, encased card. "I never thought I'd ever get to actually have this card in my hand, mama mia," he repeated. It was unreal, he was breathing hard because of a hockey card. He turned it over and over, repeatedly. "How much is it worth?" "It lists for twenty-five hundred." "Twenty-five hundred bucks," he repeated, so softly that it seemed to be meant only for his ears. "Imagine...ya coulda got this with a five cent pack a gum. Hey," he said, glancing at the clock and handing back the card, "I gotta go. Would it be okay fer me to come back?" "Sure, yer welcome anytime...Bye the way, what's yer name, I'm Russell O'Brien, but everybody calls me Russ," I said, offering my hand. "My name's Nico, Nico Ciccone...I gotta get back to school. See ya, Russ." "Ya betcha, Nico." I was now even more enamored of Nico, even though I was sure he was straight. Close up, he was much better looking than I'd thought and he had a very sexy voice. This new knowledge would allow me to have fantasies that would be closer to reality. I was like a kid waiting for Santa Clause, thinking tomorrow would never come. The name, Nico Ciccone, was like a beautiful melody you can't stop humming. "You're right on time, Nico. I've been wondering," I said, even before he was completely in the door. "Hi, ya, Russ. What're wonderin' about?" "How come ya didn't bring yer lunch, yesterday" "I ate it at school...I didn't think you'da wanned me to eat it in the store." he explained. "Don't worry about it, Nico, it's okay...What do wanna hold in yer hot, little hand today?" I asked, laughing. "I'd love to touch the Grendy, if it's okay. I been dreamin' about it...I'd love to have both the Gore and the Grendy standin' on my bureau." Nico said, wistfully. I handed the Grendy to him and his expression became one of awe; he was holding the "Holy Grail." "Where do you go to school, Nico?" I loved to say his name. "Is it here, in the Gay Village?" "Where's the Gay Village?" He asked, a bewildered look on his face. "Well, right here, this is just on the fringe. Don't guys, around here, ever try to pick ya up, Nico?" "I don't know, at least, I never noticed. Do you think I look Gay, Russ? "No, but that wouldn't matter." "I didn't know this was The Gay Village, fact I never even heard of it...I only go to the school in the morning, then after, I go right home. So I don't know the area. I go to the Tech school just down the street." "Oh, yeah, I know where it is. What're you studying?" "It's a auto mechanics course...This Grendy card is really beautiful." "You have expensive tastes in hockey cards, huh, not many can afford those cards, unfortunately...What do you do for excitement besides school?" "Nuthin' really, ya can't do much if ya don't have dough to spend. Sometimes I go to my girlfriend's house, or she comes to mine. We watch T.V. sometimes, but mostly I'm studyin." "Does your girlfriend often have the house to herself so you get a chance to be alone?" His answer to that could be revealing. "Naw, it's impossible fer us to ever have any privacy...My parents are always at home, too. Sometimes I get the car, but it's not very often." "That sounds petty rough, Nico," I said, sympathetically, "A cute, young stud, like you, has to get some happiness, once in a while." "Ya, I know, even when I have the car, though, it doesn't make any difference...'Nico, I don' wanna do it in the car. I wish y'ad stop askin me' she says all the time." "Maybe ya should start lookin' around fer a new one, Nico, it's not right fer ya to have to go without even the simplest necessities." "Ya, Russ, I been thinkin' about dumpin' her but it ain't easy to do." "Why not?" "'Cause her parents and mine came over on the boat together an', like, they seem to think we have to marry...just cause they left The Old Country together." "When you're out in the car did y'ever ask her to, kinda, give yer willie a little kiss?" I asked, laughing. "Fuck no, she won't even let me put my tongue in 'er mouth." "Nico, ya gotta get rid of her, she's a prize dummy. I'd a thought she'd be dyin' to suck ya off...what a nutbar." I knew where Nico could get the best blow-job in town. "I gotta go now, Russ, but I'd like to come by again tomorrow. Are ya sure ya don't mind, like, I don't wanna be a pest...It's gonna be years before I'll have money for cards." "Can't you find a part-time job and make a little dough fer yerself?" "Naw, my dad freaks out anytime I talk about getting a job. He says he's spendin' a lot of money for me to learn somethin' useful an' he don't want me to neglect my studyin'...Maybe you got some ideas on that, Russ." "I'll see if I can think of something, Nico." "Okay, see ya tomorrow, ciao." "Ciao, facci bello bambino." "Hey, man, where'd ya learn to speak Italian, d'ya know what ya said?" "Sure. I said, 'So long good-looking baby', I called the Italian radio station to ask them for the translation." "D'ya really think I'm a good-looking baby?" "I don't tell lies." I said, laughing. "Ciao, Niko said." He was laughing as the door closed behind him. Nico seemed genuinely pleased with what I'd said to him, and that caused me to wonder if his need to be close to someone might be even stronger than his need for hockey cards. By this time, he was spending much more time with me than with his girlfriend. She was of no use to him, whatever; at least, not in the way that counted. Somehow, I was talking myself into being a father figure for him. My aspiration had been only to get into bed with him; and that was what I still wanted but I had to decide whether I wanted to con him or just be his friend. Of course, there was no reason why a guy couldn't have sex with his friend, was there. "Hey, Hey, Hey, my bambino is back," I said, smiling widely, "come sta lei?" "Sono bene, you, too?" "Yep. You ready to say hello to your friends?" I asked, opening the showcase. "Yeah, I wanna hold some that I'll be able to buy as soon I start getting tips for fixin' some rich dude's Ferrari," he said, smiling directly at me. He separated three cards from the group. "These are kool," he said, desirously, "How much y'askin' fer these?" "The three of them come to sixty-five dollars," I reluctantly told him, knowing they were way beyond his reach. "Oh, wow," Nico sighed, "The three of them, standing together on my bureau, would be too awesome." "Would it help ya, Nico, if I was to tell ya, ya can have the three for fifty-two dollars?" "That's real good fer ya to cut yer price like that but there just ain't no way I can find that kinda dough," he said, dejectedly. I thought I might have to wrench them out of his hands. "Nico," I said, hesitatingly, "Nico, there might be a way, like, a way ya could own the cards in a, sorta, short time, ya know." "Oh, mama mia, how?" Possibly, again envisaging the three cards lined up on his bureau, his eyes widened. "Nico, I certainly don't wanna make ya uncomfortable, ya know, an' it's a real difficult thing fer me to ask you..." I had figure out how to put the question to him. "Hey, man, ya got my stomach jumpin' all over the place, just ask!" "Have y'ever let a guy suck yer cock?" "Naw, nobody ever sucked my cock. Why y'askin' me that...Are you gay, Russ?" "Ya, Nico, I hope it doesn't change anything. like, I mean, ya can still come to see the cards, huh?" "Don't make no difference to me if yer gay, Russ, I don't I care about that. I'm only waitin' to hear how I can get the cards." I thought Nico would have understood what I had in mind, but he had absolutely no inkling. He was terribly naive, I thought. "It's simple," I said, having decided I'd put my cards on the table, "Anytime I suck yer cock, I give ya a credit of twenty-five dollars." "Aww, I wouldn' be able to do that, Russ...I just wouldn' feel good, doin' that. Anyways, my dick probably wouldn' even get hard enough to do it...Naw, it wouldn' work." "As far as feelin' good about it, Nico, only you and I would know...Ya could, sorta, look at it like it was a job, a job t'earn money fer the cards ya want so badly...Ya wouldn't even have to admit to yourself that you enjoyed it." "Aw, Russ, I like ya, it ain't that I don't, It's just that I don't feel good about doin' that." "Ya know what, Nico, I'm awfully sorry I even thought of somethin' so dumb. You're right, bambino, I wouldn' feel good about it, either. Let's try to find some other way fer ya to get cards, okay" I gambled on my instinct. Nico had come so close to a solution that it would be impossible for him to let it all slip away. I'd need a crowbar to pry those cards out of his hand. "What if I couldn't get my dick hard, Russ, that's what bothers me the most...Would that matter to you?" "Ya, Nico, it's kinda important that ya cum. I thought ya might like to give it a try to see how it goes. If ya can't get hard, an' I don't think, for one moment, that you won't, I'd still give ya yer twenty-five dollar credit for any card ya'd want. Ya really got nothin' to lose, Nico." I told him. "Aw, shit, Russ, talk me into into it, please." "I can't understand why yer hesitating, Nico, it's a fantastic opportunity fer ya. We could keep a record for each time we do it. We'd add twenty-five dollars to your account, and when you have enough credits fer a card, ya can take it home. Just think about it, Nico, you'd have a job that pays more than twenty- five dollars an hour, an' it most likely wouldn' even take an hour. And besides, the work is fun...all you gotta do is open yer pants an' take yer cock out. What could be easier?" "But, ya know, Russ, If my dick won't get hard, like, on the first try, it could only mean maybe I'm nervous. The next time it might work, d'ya think, maybe?" "That's a possibility. Why don't we just try it. Then, see where we go." "Okay...ya wanna suck me, tomorrow, Russ?" "Yeah, I guess ya don't have enough time, today, huh?" "Naw, too bad. I wish I could skip school, this afternoon, but my dad would kill me if he found out." "Okay, Bambino, preposizione fino a domani, ciao." "Ciao, Russ, until tomorrow." I was very pleasantly surprised when the freshly-scrubbed and beaming Nico arrived one hour earlier than usual. My surprise, clearing showing on my face, he told me, "I snuck out early," he said, grinning, I thought it might take a little longer than usual, today...I broke off with my girlfriend, last night," he said, grinning guiltily. "Ya won't believe it Russ. We had my dad's car and she decided we should find a good parking spot. Can y'imagine, she finally wanted to fuck with me, an when I told her it was too late she freaked out. She accused me of fuckin' around with somebody else an' said she don' wanna see me no more. I couldn' fuck her, Russ, not with what I had to do today, an' I didn' even jerk off just so It might be better fer me, today. Ya know, like fer gettin' my dick up." "Hey, it's all good then huh...wha'd'ya wanna do first, pick out cards, or get your dick sucked?" "I think it'd be best to earn my first credit, first. Where do we do it, Russ?" "I'll Just put a note in the window and lock the door." Once in the back room, I asked him, "Ya wanna take your windbreaker off and throw it on the chair, Nico?" "Naw, I'm okay with it," he said. "But you'll feel more comfortable without it." 'Naw, it's alright like this," he insisted. "Okay, whatever ya say. Why don't ya take off your pants,?" I asked, motioning him to the cot. "Naw, this is okay, Russ," he said, standing against the wall. It appeared that Nico had no intention of enjoying any of this. At least, he was certainly not going to display any emotions. I crouched to open his belt buckle but he covered it with his hand, wordlessly letting me know he didn't want me to open his pants. He did,allow me, however, to drop the zipper and fish out his cock. "It'll go a lot better if ya drop yer jeans, Nico," I told him. "Naw, it's okay, you can do it like this." His reply was with such finality that I knew I wasn't going to get him to relent on that point. "It ain't gonna work ya know, Russ, I'm sure it aint." If it had been anyone but Nico It would never have gone this far. I wanted his cock badly; and I'd spent too much time setting him up, I had to see it through. He had a truly beautiful cock with a full foreskin. I held the soft beauty and nibbled the silky overhanging skin. Carefully stretching it, I slowly, and lightly swirled my tongue around his dick head. Nico reacted to nothing. I held his dick at the tip and eased enough of his foreskin back that a small portion of his knob was visible. Then, dribbling saliva into the well, until it was filled, I gently and slowly licked around it, frequently changing the swirling direction. There was a noticeable growth taking place. Encouraged now, I placed a very wet and noisy kiss on the tip of his cock head. Slipping my tongue through my lips, I flicked it lightly, but gently, across the pee slit. Finally, Nico was fully erect. The large knob had finally exited its cocoon and was, I hoped, looking for another warm place. My mouth took it in and slowly descended until my face was pressed against his jeans. As I pulled back and looked up at him. His eyes, as well as his lips were tightly closed. Nico was fighting doggedly to remain silent as his load blasted into my mouth. Nico, I determined, had tremendous willpower to enjoy such ecstasy without showing any emotion. I got a paper towel to clean up his cum-covered cock but he took it from me to do it himself. "Wha' happened to my cum," he asked, looking around the floor as he zipped himself. "I swallowed it, Nico, and it was delicious." "Did ya honestly find it was delicious, I never tasted it. Ya didn't swallow it though, like for real?" "Sure I did, otherwise it'd be on the floor, no?"...Come up front when yer ready, okay?" And so, Nico went on taking cards and building credits. He just kept on coming and cumming. However, I'm happy to say that things had gradually improved. He eventually gave in to my never-ending cajoling and allowed me to lower his jeans and underwear; he even, though unenthusiastically, let me squeeze one of his cute bubbles. A great deal of progress had been made but there was still plenty of room for improvement. "Ya know what I'd like to see, Nico?" I asked him, smiling. "What?" He asked, knowing he was probably going to say no. "I'd love to see the rest of your fantastic body. Why don't ya get naked and lie on the cot?" "Aw, no, Russ, I don' wanna do that." "Did that girl you used to hang with get to see you without clothes?" "Yeah, so what's that got to do with anythin'?" "Well, if you were comfortable with her, like, being naked, ya shouldn't be uncomfortable with me. After all, I'll appreciate your incredible, muscular body," I told him; and it was true. I couldn't figure out where he kept his food; he had hardly any stomach at all. "And what makes ya think she didn't?" "She didn't wanna fuck with ya in the car, even though ya had nowhere else to do it...You know, Nico, I'd fuck with ya anywhere you wanted." "If I take everything off, exceptin' my T-shirt and lie on the bed, then will ya quit askin' me to get naked?" "Nico, I swear on my Robby rookie card," I said, grinning widely. I wished I could kiss him, he was so cute. He sat on the edge of the bed to remove his Nikes but I beat him too it. I pulled the sneakers off, followed by his socks. Then I pushed him back on the bed and grabbing both legs of his jeans, I yanked them off. His underwear followed. Finally, I had Nico nearly naked and stretched out on the bed; his cock was standing straight up, a far cry from earlier encounters. In a nano second I was kneeling on the floor, between Nico's legs, and for the first time, I had his balls bouncing in my hand. When he tried to get my hand away from his nuts, I stood up, grabbed him roughly by the arm, and rolled him onto his stomach. The sound of my hand slapping down on his bubble-butt must've peeled out over the entire Gay Village. "What the fuck're ya doin'?" He shouted, as my hand prints began developing in a brilliant red on his creamy-white butt. "Yer actin' like a spoiled Brat, Nico," I shouted at him, threating to give him some more. then I planted a juicy, noisy kiss where I'd slapped him. Afterwards, when I separated his buns, he made no attempt to stop me. I could've done anything I wanted with Nico, now. His ass jumped when my tongue found his hole. I kept pressing against it, enjoying the reaction of his sphincter muscle . There was a brief moan, indicating for me that he wanted me to continue pushing my tongue into him. I could tell, but he still couldn't admit, even to himself, that he relished what had been happening. I was amazed by the effectiveness of a few good slaps on the ass. Continually applying saliva, I licked up and down his ass crack. I raised his abdomen slightly to grab his cock and balls to pull them toward me. Once more, I licked down the crack to suck one of his balls into my mouth. The balls I'd been denied to touch with my hand were now, one by one, being sucked and bounced around in my mouth. I slurped the large knob that lay in front of me. Jiggling my tongue on his piss hole excited him immensely. His body had stiffened and he was breathing hard. I heard his soft moan. Nico "I don't wanna cum, yet, Russ," he said, breathlessly, "but when ya lick the very tip of my cock like that, I can't stop myself." "Ohhh, Nico, yer sure baffling' me, Bambino, why don't ya wanna cum, that's what yer here for. All ya gotta do is cum an' y'earned yer twenty- five buck credit." "I don' think what yer doin' to me is very nice, Russ," he said, sitting upright and staring daggers at me. "What d'ya mean, Nico, what am I doin' to ya, Nico?" "Aw, shit, I dunno how to explain' it...Ya watch everything I do, an' every sound I make, fuck ya watch everythin'. Okay, so ya hear me whimperin' an' stuff like that, so ya know I'm startin' to like it. Yeah, okay, so I like it now, maybe even more than the friggin' credits. So ya don' hafta make such a friggin' big deal out of it." "Take it easy, Nico, it's just that I love the way it's all goin'...I wouldn' stop givin' ya the credits, I just wanna keep on getting together like this." "Well, just don' make me feel so bad, Russ, It ain't easy fer me to understand how come I'm able to cum so easy like, It's almost like I'm gay, fer fuck sake." "So what," I said, grabbing his t-shirt and pulling it over his head. He became more relaxed when I pushed him down on the bed and got on top of him to lick and chew on his nipples. He screamed at me when I got carried away and bit him too hard. I had a horrific hard on that I was sure was making an impression on him. I pulled up my shirt to lie, skin to skin, on him, never dreaming he'd ever let me do that. "I can't understand what the fucks happened to me, Russ, I'm gettin' so fuckin' excited from havin' your body on me...shit, I feel like I might blast off." I licked him under his arm and drove him even more crazy. "Oh, Nico, what's that fragrance you're wearing, it's awesome?" "I'm not wearin' nothin'," he said, "My girlfriend used to always ask me, 'Nico, what smells so good?' she'd ask. I told her, 'I'm not wearin' nothin, that's just me, I always smell like this.' so, it's just me, Russ." "We hafta find a way to bottle that, Nico, we could make a fortune." "Russ, why don' ya take all yer clothes off, too, then I'll feel more comfortable." The way Niko was examining me made me feel like a race-horse at auction. "I really like your body, Russ, I'd like to have a hairy chest...it looks so macho. How old are ya?" "Twenty-four...I think I'm five years older than you, huh?" I said, wondering if he was gonna tell me I'm too old. "Oh. Then I guess there's not much chance I'll get hair on my chest in only five years, Huh, Russ?" "I wouldn't rush out to buy special combs or brushes, if I were you," I joked, wrapping my arms around him to test the waters by kissing him on the cheek. "I'd like to really kiss, Russ, ya know...like, on the lips." "No problem," I said, enthusiastically, pressing my mouth against his. I opened up the moment I felt his tongue on my lips. We explored each other, as he began to play with my solid cock. I had difficulty convincing myself that this was really happening. Still locked in French kiss mode, we excitedly fondled cocks and balls, each trying to outdo the other. "Let's suck each other off, together," he eagerly suggested. "Ya wanna try that, Russ?" I quickly turned myself around, before he could change his mind, to position my cock over his face. Soon we we're deep in each other's throat. Releasing my cock, momentarily, he was all excited when he asked me, "Am I gay, now, Russ, do you think?" "It's too soon to know, Nico," I told him, laughing. "Oh...how long does it take, like, before ya know?" "I guess that'll depend on how long it takes before you lick my butt, Nico." A few seconds later, Nico was declared gay. While in the sixty-nine position, I licked his ass, too; as well as everywhere else that was near my horny tongue. Like a person possessed, Nico stretched my butt hole in a frantic attempt to penetrate me with his tongue. His activities, along with the sexy sounds he was making, were about to push me over the edge. As though the world might end this very day, he tried to lick and nibble me everywhere on my lower body, simultaneously. "Uh, uh, uh, he grunted licking, rubbing, and sucking my balls. "Nico, I'm gonna cum, I can't stop now. He grasped the base of my cock and squeezed. I felt the blood rush to my knob. I did the same to him and felt his knob spasm in my mouth. Nico, saliva everywhere, rapidly bounced his mouth on my overly-sensitive cock head. "Ahh, Nico, oh, I'm cumming, Nico, oh, fuck, yeah." I heard his mild, choking sound as he gulped to keep ahead of my flow. I was amazed by how much cum I'd pumped into him; It felt almost as though I was pissing. "Ohh, ohh, Russ," he shouted, I'm cumming, too." As I swirled Nico's cum-load around in my mouth, he shouted, "Kiss me, Russ, kiss me hard and put your cummy tongue in my mouth. We transfered the cum back and forth from my mouth to his. "Ohh, fuck, Russ, I never wanna hafta leave ya." He said with tears running down his cheeks. "Well, Nico, I can't see any reason why ya should." I said, licking cum from his lips. "Ya mean I can always be with ya, Russ...can I say we're boyfriends?" He asked, shaking excitedly. "Nico, you can say we're married!" Then, I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Nico and I were meant to be together. * Please vote and leave your comments. They will be greatly appreciated. Lionel and Nico Nicola Good morning tubby!" Nicola Jensen hugged her father's back warmly. George grunted, and crunched some crispy bacon. Nicola slid her hands under his pyjama top and rubbed his hairy belly vigorously. She giggled into his freshly washed neck, breathing in the spicy cologne. "I'll have to make an appointment with Weight Watchers soon!" George Jensen growled at his daughter, taking her arms from his stomach and made to bite her slim fingers. Nicola squealed and easily avoided his chomping teeth. She skipped over to the pantry for her breakfast of fruit and cereal. She liked to think that her daddy was watching her athletic body as she busied herself with her preparations, but George had returned to his morning paper. The sun was shining and the birds were singing and the kitchen smelled of warm bread and her daddy's delicious Saturday morning fry-up. Nicola smiled happily as she sat opposite her father. She watched him turn the pages, reading the world news and occasionally clicking his tongue. How things had changed since her mother had run off with one of daddy's workers, she thought. A year ago there would have been bickering about money and chores and a bitter 'bored-living-with-a-boring-husband' tirade. But she had disappeared one weekend with a carpenter and was apparently living happily 'somewhere in the North'. Well good luck to her. Since the divorce papers had been finalised her daddy had lightened up and delegated jobs at his contracting business, and through both luck and good management the new arrangements had been financially very successful. Her father had joined the Country-Golf Club and made some valuable contacts which had led to new ventures and he'd made lots of new friends too. They were mostly charming, confident, attractive people, not the snobs she had feared. They were surprisingly relaxed and cheerful and adventurous. They had made George very welcome and he was often invited out, and he even had some wonderful dinner parties at their own place. It was thanks to this new circle of friends that Nicola had met Donna. She was the daughter of Mr and Mrs Townsend. He was the city's foremost property developer and a philanthropist of some renown. and Mrs Townsend was independently wealthy with her own legal firm, the president of the Country-Golf Club, and an important patron of the arts. Donna had been a god-send for Nicola. She was vivacious and cheeky and adventuresome. She was just two months older than Nicola's twenty-two years, but she seemed to her to be marvellously mature and sophisticated. Donna had introduced her to night clubs and pot and taken her on some thrilling rafting trips and had introduced her to exciting people her own age. Mostly, Nicola was grateful for Donna's fantastic parties. Her own meagre group of lacklustre friends and acquaintances from college had drifted away since Nicola had completed her accountancy degree. They were pleasant enough, but one-dimensional and lacked wit and grace. Donna's parties were another world to her. They were held in tastefully ornate surroundings, with exotic foods and quality recreational drugs -which were always used in moderation and with care. And then there was the fantastically raunchy sex. Nicola had been sexually active since middle-school, but it wasn't until she met Donna that she was freed of clumsy fumbling and beery breath and premature ejaculations. Donna's parties were like ballroom dances. She carefully choreographed the music and the food and the decor. The participants played clever word games and dressed elegantly and knew the rules. Last week, Donna had turned off the lights and projected the filthiest pornographic films across the dinner table while they discussed art and politics and gossiped. There was a marvellous tension as people deliberately refrained from crudities and chose their words carefully and developed intricate arguments while being variously coloured by heaving bodies and sweat and obscenely large cocks and oozing cunts. Every now and then, the stress was relieved with raucous laughter when someone was suddenly 'covered' in cum, or their heads 'disappeared' into a thrusting bum or such like. Nicola had been introduced to threesomes and lesbianism and toys and role-playing and light BDSM by Donna. Her life had been tremendously enriched by the experience. But tonight was going to be something quite different! Donna's mother had invited them both to a special adult's fancy-dress party. Nicola knew her friend's parents were "adventuresome" as well, and apparently their parties were secretive and only 'certain people' were allowed to join their circle. "A penny for your thoughts" "What?" "You were a million miles away," smiled her father, "Where were you?" "Oh I was just thinking about how much has changed since mother left." "Oh" "For the better, daddy," beamed Nicola. "My job is great, we've made lots of new friends, you are even more gorgeous than ever, the sun seems to shine all the time, we've finally finished painting and furnishing of our big, beautiful home. Everything is just wonderful." "Apart from my belly you mean," grumbled George. "Oh daddy you know I was teasing you! And I happen to know there have been lots of ladies at the Club who think you're just the sexiest thing alive." George blushed and grinned, "Little girl, you talk such nonsense." "I am not a little girl, and besides I hear everything daddy," giggled Nicola, and counted off her fingers, "That nice big-boobed secretary, and Evelyn Morrison and Margaret Sale, and whatsername - Mrs Ryan's daughter, and Mrs Ryan herself!" she laughed delightfully. "And I am sure there have been others too!" Poor George Jensen was beetroot-red. Not only because it was all true - his sex life was better than it had ever been, but also because he just wasn't prepared for this kind of conversation with his daughter. "Silliness. All rumours and silliness," he hurrumphed, and rustled the newspaper to cover the unconvincing lie. Nicola got up from the table and kissed him on the forehead, "Well, I think it's marvellous daddy." She busied herself with dishes and cleaned the table. "Oh, I'll be staying out late tonight, there's a party on somewhere. I'll make up something for you and put in the fridge." She tried to sound at ease and off-handed, but already her tummy was knotted with excitement. "Don't worry darling," said George, "There's some kind of dinner-dance or something at the Club tonight. I'll grab a bite to eat there." "You look fabulous!" cried Donna, "Absolutely fantastic!" "And my god! Look at you!" And they both roared with laughter. "Mademoiselle Pompadour!" "Mademoiselle Lash!" The rushed at each other to admire their costumes, turning each other around and cooing and chuckling and squealing like school girls. "I'd never recognise you!" gushed Donna. "Well, especially after I put my mask on." "No, no. Entirely unnecessary. You're just not Nicola any more! Oh I just adore the beauty spots!" Donna walked around Nicola. She had spent a small fortune to dress as an 18th century French courtesan. Her sumptuous gown fell in layers around generous hips, the satin sheen catching the light. She had a ridiculously large silver-white wig piled over her normally rich red hair. It matched her heavy pale makeup. She had stuck an alluring beauty spot on her left cheek and in keeping with her fashion, the gown was extremely low-cut, showing off her deep cleavage to the best advantage. There was another naughty beauty spot on the curve of her breast. Only her face had the makeup, the bright white paste and her brilliant red lipstick and dark mascara were a stunning contrast to the natural beauty of her lightly tanned chest. "Are you sure I don't need a mask? Didn't your mother insist....?" asked Nicola. "Oh the masks all come off at midnight anyway, don't worry about her. Honestly - you are completely unrecognisable........but I need one!" grinned Donna. She was dressed in shining black leathers, bristling with silver studs. Her arms were wrapped in gauntlets, matching her knee-length boots. Her leather skirt barely covered her crotch or her small breasts. Her naturally dark hair was tied tightly in a bun. "Oh Donna. That is just sooo sexy" They fussed with the dresses and adjusted Nicola's jewellery and tightened Donna's skirt to better set off her waist. "I was going to take the whip," said Donna, "But it will just be a bother. Can you help me with the mask sweetie?" Nicola looped the straps of the cats-eyes mask around Donna's head and tied them lightly. They both made sure it wouldn't come loose, before standing together in front of the full-length mirror. "I don't care if I say so myself, Donna Townsend," said Nicola, "We are two very sexy young women!" "I do declare Nicola Jensen, you are absolutely right," grinned Donna. "Well, do we know where we're going?" The venue had been kept a closely guarded secret. All over the city people in various degrees of undress and others with extraordinary costumes were waiting by their phones. "Yes! Mummy rang an hour ago. Come on, let's go and fuck ourselves silly!" she laughed cheekily. The huge house in Alexandra Heights was brilliantly lit by floodlights on the outside. The house was a beacon for miles around. Inside, the spacious rooms were arranged with subtly coloured lighting, and soft oriental music filled the air. Ottoman sofas and thick carpets and pungent incense lent an ambience of decadence. Ample food, lavished with sauces and intoxicating smells were set aside in each room. Marijuana smoke wafted from special burners. Conspicuously, divans and richly embroidered mattresses were in each room. Even in the main lounge there was a huge, ostentatious bed. Nicola and Donna clung to each other as they moved through the milling crowd. The guests had taken enormous care with their costumes. Almost everyone had some kind of mask. It was impossible to tell who was who. It's true, there were several leather-girls and courtesans, which disappointed them, but loosely wrapped togas were much more common. There was a voluptuous woman in a schoolgirl's uniform, a cowboy whose chaps were cut to display his naked and proudly well-endowed groin, several women were bare-breasted babylonian priestesses or minoan princesses. There was a professor in an academic gown, but utterly naked underneath. There were several attractive women dressed as whores. One tall, darkly handsome man was just wearing a nappy and a big-breasted nurse was letting him suckle her. In one room a famous porn star with a freakish 12" cock was surrounded by gorgeously dressed women, many of the stroking his snake-like member like a pet. It was partially engorged, but he looked relaxed and confident. Elsewhere, there were policemen, firemen, soldiers, sailors and pilots all looking splendidly handsome and dashing. There was a wide variety of ages, but most guests were healthily slim and well proportioned and middle-aged. There seemed to be a generous number of girls in their twenties, like Donna and Nicola. Shockingly, an old man dressed as a minister of religion walked by hand-in-hand with a naked wide-eyed girl, no more than fourteen. The girls leapt on some drinks carried by a body-builder Nubian waiter who was wearing only a loin-cloth, his skin was oiled and glistening. They gulped them down, and found some more. They were becoming drugged by the hypnotic music and marijuana smoke and the warm comforting lighting. The nudged each other and pointed and gaped at the costumes and at people they thought they recognised They gasped at the slow sensual build-up of raw sexuality as the evening developed. More and more people were fondling each other, and the naked men's cocks fattened. Both of them could smell the sex. Couples were pairing off, complete strangers to each other, attracted by the fantasy or the costume or the serendipity of meeting each other. Still arm-in-arm they wandered from one room to another. From out of the gloom, a tall muscular middle-aged man stood in front of Donna and gently took her into his arms and kissed her softly and at length, then left her and moved on. A beautiful full-breasted woman took Nicola's hand and placed it on her breast and smiled as she automatically squeezed and felt her hardening nipple. Donna pulled her away, smiling. "That's my cousin," she whispered, and pulled a face. Amazingly, Mrs Townsend was the only person not in costume. She was elegantly and conservatively dressed in an evening gown. Nicola watched her playing the gracious host, calling for drinks where necessary, praising costumes, offering tasty morsels of food, and greeting late guests with a dazzling smile. Nicola got the impression that Mrs Townsend was able to see through everyone's disguise. Sometimes she even overheard her address people by name. Nicola finished another drink, squeezed Donna's hand reassuringly and went to the bar. An outrageously gay bartender was chatting to a small group, and broke away when he saw her coming. "Oui, jolie mademoiselle?" he asked. His accent was perfect. "Umm...I'm not sure...something sweet I think." "Try a daiquiri," said a burly middle-aged man standing next to her. He was dressed as a medieval executioner, a kind of black hood covered half his face. Soft brown eyes twinkled through eyeholes. His mouth looked gentle. Studded leather straps were slung across his shoulders and wide chest. His belly was large and hairy, but fitted his muscular frame well. His bare legs were partly covered by soft suede calf-length boots. He was wearing a leather loincloth below which hung an impressively fat sausage of a cock. "Merci", replied Nicola, adopting the barman's French accent. "M'sieur is so very kind". "Entirely my pleasure, mademoiselle" he said, his gaze lingering on Nicola's ample breast, taking in the sexy beauty spot, and reluctantly returned to his group. When Nicola went to find Donna, she wasn't where she had left her. She had two daiquiris in her hands. As she attempted to pass through the crowd, she spilled a little. She drank one and put down the empty glass. She was feeling ever so slightly drunk. She was aware of the delicious warmth of the bodies around her, and musty smell of their sweat. She moved slowly, enjoying the accidental touches of flesh upon flesh. The sensuous sounds and humid atmosphere and the beautiful half-naked bodies were having their effect on her. Most of the people were taller than she was, and she could not see Donna anywhere, so she just stood in amongst a group, most of whom had their backs to her. She sipped her sweet drink. The kind stranger had chosen well. In front of her a woman dressed as Marilyn Monroe had the top of her glittering silver dress pulled down to her waist, and an unusually tall man dressed as Zorro was pawing her pointed, perfectly formed tits. It was such an overwhelmingly sexual, nasty scene, Nicola's heart skipped a beat. Marilyn's pale full breasts and her soft pink nipples were suddenly the most beautiful things Nicola had seen. Without thinking she put down her glass and pressed herself against the woman's back, kissing her skin softly with little pecks. Zorro smiled his encouragement. Nicola reached under the blonde's arms and grasped her perfect tits gently, the pawing Zorro removed his own hands to watch. Marilyn leant back onto Nicola, grateful for her gentleness. Zorro took the opportunity to undo his fly and take out his cock. Marilyn reached down and grasped him firmly, slowly masturbating her partner. Nicola moved around to her side and took her face into her hands and kissed her languidly, tasting her lipstick, flicking her tongue into her soft, yielding mouth. Marilyn sighed and fell back into Zorro's arms. Nicola moved on. Her senses were alight with passion and anticipation. "Are you enjoying yourself Nicola?" asked Mrs Townsend quietly. "Oh, Mrs Townsend, you know who I am!" pouted Nicola. Mrs Townsend smiled, "It's a knack I have." "It's just...so...so...wonderful, Mrs Townsend! So many sexy, beautiful people!" "Well you go ahead and play darling. I see someone I need to greet. I believe it's the Major-General....Oh, Nicola, don't leave till I introduce you to a very special man. It means ...it means a lot to me. Very sexy. Alright, sweetheart?" "Okay, Mrs Townsend!" said Nicola cheerfully. Everywhere now, couples and threesomes and groups were openly sexual. Polite conversation and given away to quietly spoken urgings and encouragement. In the main room there was a murmuring of quiet laughter and whispers. The men who were clever enough to wear loose costumes had their cocks out, some still flaccid, most in various stages of engorgement, several were rampant. Women had their hands under their dresses or in the cloaks, feeling themselves. Many were stroking and fondling their partners, cupping ball sacs, fondling breasts, licking the lips of men and women alike. Nicola's knees were weak watching the sensuality surrounding her. She moved hesitantly into the next room. As if she had passed through a gate into another level, in this room the people had given themselves over completely and abandoned any pretence of restraint. Few people were completely dressed, many were quite naked. Some had pieces of clothing wrapped around them as if they had hurriedly stripped to get at each other. Two women were on the knees laving the monstrous cock of the porn star, their eyes bright with lust. Everywhere couples were fucking. Some urgently, close to coming, others slowly, some brutally. A man was tied to a bed, his arse being stuffed with a cucumber by a young girl who was grinning lasciviously and masturbating herself. A stunningly beautiful woman was on all fours being fucked in the arse while she sucked a cock greedily. Nicola noted that they had all obediently kept their masks on. As her eyes adjusted to the dimness, she realised that in every corner there were heaving, groaning, mumbling bodies. With a frisson of excitement she saw Donna underneath a huge man, his wide muscular back rippling with effort. Donna was completely covered by this monstrous man. He made no effort to support his body, all his weight was on her slight frame. Nicola was at first fearful, but realised that her friend's legs were tightly wrapped around his buttocks, her fingernails scratching welts into his skin. Nicola watched, fascinated, by his massive cock as it plunged in and out of Donna, greased and shimmering. It was all too much for Nicola, she collapsed into the velvet cushions of an armchair and hitched up her dress. She was not wearing panties and her white silk stockings framed her cunt perfectly. Her fingers played ecstatically with her labia and her clit, her hips began to thrust automatically onto her probing fingers. "Ah! There you are darling." Blearily, Nicola looked up. It was Mrs Townsend and her friendly smile. Perversely, Nicola did not even stop masturbating herself, such was her urgency for an orgasm. "I can see you need some help. Now...who do we have ...? Of course! The special man I wanted you to meet." She smiled. She held out her hand for Nicola to take, "Come on sweetheart, come with me." Dreamlike, Nicola took her hand and they went to walk out of the room. Mrs Townsend stopped and looked into the corner where her daughter was now on all fours, being fucked from behind by the huge man. Her mouth was gaping in a silent scream as she fucked back hard against his sliding cock. Mrs Townsend grinned widely and tugged Nicola's hand. "Come this way dear, I am sure I saw him over there." The next room was similar to the one she had just left. A young woman was sitting on the divan, her legs drawn up against her chest, exposing her cunt to an bald, elderly gentleman who was lapping at her juices, his cock was surprisingly hard and swayed with his exertions. A generously proportioned lady with a soft maternal face was clutching a young boy to her large bosoms, cooing to him as he sucked hard on her nipples. Beneath the boy, and between his legs was a strong black man sucking the boy's cock and fingering his anus. Near the door two masked women were kissing passionately, they had smeared each other's bodies with oil and foodstuffs and wine and were sliding up and down, their arms, and legs and knees intertwined. Nicola was trembling with excitement and frustration. Nicola I smiled at my reflection as I smoothed out my hair. My appearance was not always something I applauded but tonight I was more than happy with how I looked. It was my 18th birthday and I wanted to look good. My pale skin looked luminescent against the black material of my dress. My friend had brought it to the shop changing room as a joke but when I put it on we were both silenced. It seemed to cling to the swell of my breasts and it accentuated the arch in the small of the back following the curve of my ass perfectly. I had kept my hair simple and it was so straight it looked even longer than usual, the tips just brushing off the ample cleavage this amazing dress had given me. I knew I was lingering and that my family would be growing impatient with each extra minute I took to unnecessarily preen in the mirror. I wanted to impress them all so much. I was the girl in the baggy jeans, the girl who never wore her hair down because it simply got in the way. A little voice in my head was asking me exactly who it was I wanted to impress. I thought of Ben my brother. I knew I had been all over the place around him recently. Letting my eyes linger over his body, getting jealous when he brought any of his giggling girlfriends home. I knew that I was walking down a rocky path but I just couldn't turn back. Did I want him to tell me I looked amazing? Is that what I wanted to hear? Did I want him to admire my dress, to think I could actually look good? I couldn't make up my mind. I just knew that if I took any longer they'd be sending out a search party. No words at first, then a low wolf whistle from my Uncle David. "Well, well, well!" he said, "looks like someone scrubs up well!" I lowered my eyes blushing furiously. I wanted to look at Ben. I wanted to know he'd noticed me. I smiled at the expression on my Dad's face; he looked shell-shocked. My mum just smiled. She had seen my dress the day before and had warned me of the effect it would have. I still couldn't look at him. My cousin Marie made me turn in a circle and laughed as I posed and stuck my ass out. As I turned my eyes collided with Ben's. My breath caught as I saw the desire in his face and the way he was looking over my body. I opened my mouth to speak just as Mum opened hers. It was time to go. I knew that I should eat. I knew that I was surrounded by my family, all clamoring to talk to me and admire my appearance and wish me happy birthday. But how could I concentrate on such menial things when I knew he was staring at me. Every time I dared to peek up through my hair I caught his dark gaze for a second then he looked away. Then it was my turn to stare. To take in his hair and his arms and neck and all the other things that I seemed to find so sexually attractive. I hadn't always been like this. He was two years older than me so of course we bickered. When I was 12 and he was 14 I couldn't understand why he wouldn't come out and play with me anymore. I didn't realize he was becoming "cool". When I was 16 and he was 18 I was still in that awkward stage. He'd bring home these busty blonde girls making me painfully aware of my skinny frame and tiny breasts. But when bad things happened he'd be there. My first boyfriend was an asshole who treated me so badly I almost couldn't believe it when he finished with me. My tears and heartache enraged Ben. I don't know what he said to Kieran but it was enough to make him be nicer to me than he ever had in our three month relationship. By the time we got home everyone was drunk. I had been sipping wine but I was too nervous to even feel remotely intoxicated. I wasn't sure what was making me so fluttery. His dark eyes running over my body every time I moved. The way he stopped looking away every time I glanced at him. He stared at me so hard I could hardly breathe. I knew it was wrong and that everything my body was feeling was against everything I had been brought up to believe. I just couldn't ignore the tingle in my pussy and the butterflies in my stomach. On my 17th birthday Ben brought his most serious girlfriend so far to my party. She was as beautiful as any model, singer or actress I had seen on a magazine cover. He ignored me practically all night. Sure, he said happy birthday chatted to me about stupid, mundane things but he constantly looked over my shoulder at the fabulous Jessica. That was the first time I associated jealousy with my own brother. I didn't want him to be with a beautiful girl, I didn't want him to be in love and I really didn't want him to be having sex with her. The sex definitely got to me the most. Suddenly we were alone. Marie and her mum and dad recently departed in a taxi and my mum and dad were in their bed on the floor above us. You could have touched the air it was so taut with tension. I couldn't find any words to say so I babbled. "Have you had a good night?" I questioned nervously. He swiftly replied "Yeah, it's been a great night." I stuttered "Thanks for my..." "The card?" He butted in, "yeah I tried to find you a funny one". I simply said "oh..." He looked me straight in the eye and whispered "Nicola you look beautiful." Straight away that sentence set off the alarm bells. He never called me Nicola. I was known as Nic and nothing else to him, which was irritating because I felt as though it was a reminder of how he never took me seriously. I was literally lost for words. I saw him moving closer to me as I sat frozen on the chair. I felt like I was trapped in a deep sleep, so deep that I couldn't move. I was aware of him looking at me with so much passion it was terrifying. I knew he was moving closer and that soon our lips would collide. Then I woke up. I attacked him with a ferocity that was so strong his whole body jumped. I pushed my tongue in his mouth and grabbed his hair, wanting to burn off some of this heat building inside me. I felt like we were miles apart so I hitched my skirt up and pushed my body up so I was straddling him. He ran his hands up my legs and groaned into my mouth when he felt the join of my stockings to the garter belt I was wearing. I pressed my crotch against his. Feeling myself getting wetter as he simultaneously became harder. I felt like I was breaking the law. Like I was so bad I should be arrested there and then, and it was the best feeling ever. The thoughts raced through my head at the speed of light. I knew he was my brother and that what we were doing was something so taboo you didn't dare talk about it. But I wanted him so much. There was this undeniable basic sexual attraction that had steadily built in the past few weeks as my senses awoke to the smell of his hair and the muscles in his arms. I felt a secret satisfaction that he could finally see me for the woman I was. That I wasn't just his silly sister. That he found me sexy and desirable and attractive. I loved that. His hands were traveling up my body, taking in the curve of my ass and the indent of my tiny waist. He pressed me to his chest making me feel tiny and vulnerable and doll-like. I loved the way he picked me up liked I was weightless and I loved the moan that escaped his lips as I wrapped my legs around his waist pressing my silk covered crotch against the bulge in his jeans. He threw me on the couch and I just lay there looking at him. His eyes took in my heaving chest, the satin dress bunched up around my waist, the stockings reaching to my thigh and my spread legs. His eyes lingered there the longest. He quietly asked "are you sure this is what you want?" I looked at him from under my eyelashes and replied coyly "and just what is it that I want Ben?" But his serious mood was obviously not to be tested. "Take off your dress", he said in a commanding tone. I gasped at his words, loving the way he was just ordering me about making me feel like I had no power to stop him even if I wanted to. I stood up and turned around so I was facing away from him. I asked him to get the zip. He stood even closer to me, so much so that I could feel the bulge in the front of his jeans just grazing against my ass. I moved back so his hard dick would be against me but he pushed me away. "No no" he murmured, "not yet baby girl". Slowly, tantalizingly, he unzipped my dress. Once the zip was down he started pulling it from my shoulders until it fell to the floor. I hadn't worn a bra because the dress was so tight I didn't need to. I was standing before him now in high heels, garter belt and suspenders. I heard his breathing get harder and I smiled. I felt his hands on my shoulders. He ran his fingers down my back making me shiver. His touch was so gentle it frustrated me. I wanted roughness, I wanted him to take me there and then but obviously he had other ideas. He told me to turn round and I hesitated. I was always shy about my breasts even though I knew there was nothing wrong with them. Strangely enough I was usually shy in general with guys but Ben seemed to be the exception to that rule. He turned me round himself and smiled when he saw me blushing under his gaze. He touched my neck and I closed my eyes savoring the feel of his hands on my skin. His fingers left my neck and brushed over my nipple. My eyes flew open and watched as he took my breasts in his hands. His thumbs flicked over my nipples and I moaned out loud. I took his hand and pushed it down towards my thong. Again he smiled as he felt how wet I was, teasing his fingers over my slit making me beg him to put them inside me. Sensing what i wanted he rammed two fingers inside my pussy making my knees buckles so much I had to grab his shoulders to stop from falling. He was finger fucking me so hard and fast I could barely breathe it felt so good. Suddenly he just stopped. I grabbed his hand and put his fingers covered in my juices straight into my mouth. He groaned as I sucked on them and I loved the way he was surprised I would do something so dirty. I pulled off his t shirt and took a minute just to look at his body. I had never wanted to fuck someone so much and I knew he felt the same. I unbuttoned his jeans taking care not to touch his obvious erection. When the jeans were off I reached in the waistband of his boxers and took his throbbing cock in my hand. It felt massive and I was actually aching to have it inside me. I started moving my hand up and down the shaft, going slowly enough that he wouldn't cum but fast enough that he would enjoy it. I kept my hand moving as I got down on my knees. His eyes were closed so he wasn't ready for his cock suddenly being enveloped by my mouth. His groans were just spurring me on as I licked the head of his dick whilst my hand was pumping up and down his length. I took him in my mouth and pushed it down as far as I could. His hands were tangled up in my hair and he was saying my name over and over as he got closer and closer to coming straight onto my tongue. Then he pulled away and took a few steps away from me. I was still on my knees in front of him and I pouted a little at being denied his cum. He laughed and pulled me to my feet. Silently he took my hand and led me to the stairs; I walked up in front him swaying just a little as I knew his eyes were directly in line with my ass. I hesitated at the top of the stairs but he put a hand on my waist and led me to his bed room. Strange how just a hand on my waist can make me shiver... As soon as he shut the door I was thrown against it. He kissed me so hard it was a wonder my lips didn't bleed. Our hands were all over each other as he grabbed my hair and my nipples and my ass all at the same time. We kissed like this while moving over to the bed and once we were both lying down he pushed me up so I was sitting on top of him, his dick pressed against my soaking wet crotch. I pulled his boxers down so he was naked and then i pulled my thong to one side so my pussy was directly against his cock. I grinded on him a little, covering us both with my juices. Suddenly he just grabbed my hips and pulled me up, when I came back down it was back onto to his dick. I moaned so loud with his dick inside me that it was a miracle our parents didn't wake up. He felt so big inside me and he told me I was the tightest pussy he'd ever had the pleasure of fucking. His hands were still on my hips and he started moving me just a little. The look on his face was mind-blowing and I was in awe of the pleasure I could give him. The more I moved the better it felt. Before long I was bouncing up and down on his cock like a total slut. I'd pull away so that just the tip was in and then he'd push me back down impaling me on him and making me squeal. I could feel my orgasm building and I begged him to play with my clit. He only had to touch me once before I started to come. I was thrashing about on his dick like a madwoman and he was pounding me so hard I had to grab onto the headboard so I didn't fall. We came at the same time both of us moaning and breathing heavily, watching each other as we descended into oblivion. We lay there side by side panting and sweating. I was incredulous that what had just been the best sex of my life had been with my brother. I was horrified at what we'd done but I was equally scared that it might never happen again. I couldn't believe how good it had been, no-one I'd ever been with had ever made me feel like that. I smiled at the thought and Ben propped himself up on one elbow to look at me. I was terrified he was going to say it was all a big mistake. The sex had been so good though and there was no way he didn't enjoy it as much as I did. He opened his mouth to speak and my heart skipped a beat. He looked in my eyes and said "Nic, I'm sorry but...we have to do that again." Nicola Nicola is twenty and has been living with her partner Samantha for the past two years. She met Samantha or Sam, as she prefers to be called, on the beach. She had just walked out of her family's home after a terrible argument, and was sitting, feeling very depressed on Town Beach. She is eighteen and possesses long black wavy hair sweeping down her shapely back to her waist. Her face is well tanned with dark hazel eyes. She is well developed with nice breasts although not overly large. Her right wrist shows scars where she once slashed herself. Fortunately she went across and her life was spared. Since then she has undergone intensive psychiatric treatment for manic depression. She noticed a woman in a gold bikini walking up the sand from the water. She was small, with blond hair, styled more like a boys. As she came closer Nicola saw that she had quite small breasts and startlingly blue eyes. She could not take her eyes off the stranger and felt a strange sensation deep within her. Sensations that she had never felt before were starting to possess her body. She noticed that her nipples had become erect and that she was becoming damp between her legs. Her breathing had become faster and her body appeared to be getting hotter. She felt that these feelings should not be right, but an inner voice told her that they definitely were right. The women sat down next to Nicola and introduced herself as Sam. She asked her why she was so sad. She could not answer; she fell onto Sam's shoulder and cried. While she was crying, Sam held her, letting her hand trace across Nicola's erect nipples whilst the other hand traced down her back settling on Nicola's bottom. Finally Nicola stopped crying, but she continued to lie with her head on Sam's shoulder; it seemed so right and so comforting. After half an hour Sam suggested they go to her unit and get some lunch. She helped Nicola up and walked her off the beach to her black BMW convertible. Opening the passenger door Nicola slid onto the white leather upholstery. They drove in silence to Sam's unit which was on the hill overlooking the bay. It was a modern open plan apartment with a communal swimming pool in the gardens. Going into the kitchen Sam percolated a fresh coffee and Sam asked her about her family troubles. Nicola told Sam that she did not want to discuss them yet. She said that she never wanted to live in her parents' home again. Sam felt sorry for her. She then told Nicola that she was employed as an executive in a new information technology company. She said that she was on a very high salary and that she could do anything she liked. The time was getting around to one so Sam suggested they took lunch at a restaurant. She gave Nicola a skirt and a blouse and when they were dressed, drove down to a fancy Italian restaurant on the waterfront. They had a lovely meal of spaghetti marinara with a bottle of Pinot Noir. Just before leaving the restaurant Sam told Nicola that she could consider her home as a refuge. Nicola could not believe it, and hugging her said that she loved her: so it was agreed to go to her parent's house on the Sunday and collect her car and clothes. Arriving home they went down to the swimming pool and swam some laps before getting out and lounging in the sun. Nicola's mind was racing; she really had feelings for Sam, which confused her. She had had plenty of boyfriends and although she had never gone all the way she had given the odd blow job and done plenty of kissing. Her girlfriends at school told her how wonderful it was to go all the way but when she had been with boys she never quite felt right. "This thing with Sam is different though; after all she is a woman. Does this mean that because I have feelings for her that I am a latent lesbian? Yet she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and I would like to know how far this will go, after all I think she has feelings for me." "Sam I am beginning to feel really soporific and would like to lie down. After the trauma of this morning and the lovely luncheon, I can hardly keep my eyes open." "How selfish of me I should have realised that you were an emotional wreck in need of rest. Let's go in and get you a nice warm bath and then we will lie down and get a nap. I would really like to take you out to a fancy seafood restaurant at the Marina this evening." Taking her hand Sam led Nicola into the apartment, drawing a bath for her. The bath was huge and would easily accommodate two people: Nicola was relieved to see Sam remove her bikini, stepping into the bath with her. Facing each other they had an uninterrupted view of their pussies. Nicola saw that her friend shaved her pussy leaving it bare whilst her pussy still had a full main of dark hair. In her soporific state she found the warm water sensually relaxing, laying her head back against the bath she closed her eyes turning off, forgetting her troubles. When the water started to cool off they got out and dried off before walking into Sam's bedroom and falling onto the bed. When Sam joined her she kissed her lips thanking her for being so considerate and then drifted into a deep sleep. As she slept, she dreamed of her new friend and the support she was giving her. Four hours later they woke and dressing drove twenty miles to the Marina. This was a large complex that provided mooring for eighty boats, a chandlery, fast food establishments and restaurants. Getting out of the car Sam took Nicola by her hand to an exclusive seafood restaurant. Nicola knew this place although she had never dined there. Her father owned a large maxi yacht moored on one of the finger wharves. Going in, they were taken to a table on the verandah overlooking the water and kaleidoscope of colourful boats. Getting up they went to the bar and sat in plush leather arm chairs drinking a boutique beer whilst dipping into a bowl of macadamia nuts and chips. Ordering there meal they had another drink waiting for the waiter to tell them it was ready. Over a meal of grilled flounder and salad they drank a bottle of Chardonnay talking about Nicola's future. She told Sam that she was in her final year at school and would really like to complete but at another campus so that her parents couldn't locate her. Sam said that she would help her enroll in a new school on Monday morning. After dinner they walked around the Marina hand in hand, taking in the sites. The evening was warm and humid and very bright because of the full moon. Arriving at the end of the wharf they stood arm in arm looking out over the water towards Lindsay Island three miles off shore. The lighthouse was flashing its signal to shipping, alerting them to the islands rocky shoreline. Nicola was very aware of her friend's presence and felt her nipples become hard, pressing out through the soft fabric of her top. Without speaking they walked slowly back to their car. Driving home in silence they went down to the pool and swam naked lazily moving up and down the pool. Standing in the shallow end pressing their breasts together, they looked deeply into each others eyes before falling into a deep kiss, their tongues lashing each other. As they kissed Nicola felt her friends hand cup her buttocks slipping down the crack of her ass. She gasped as she felt the wayward hand slip around down over the silky skin of her inner thigh. She knew that her pussy was dripping in anticipation as she almost willed it to explore further towards the sensitive skin of her sex. Tongues still wrestling Sam's erotic hand cupped over Nicola's mound allowing a finger to dip between the folds of her fanny. Pulling out she raised the finger to her mouth tasting Nicola's secretions. Dipping back in she pressed her finger to her friend's mouth allowing her to taste herself before breaking away; "I think that's enough for us this evening. We have a big morning ahead and never, know what trouble we may encounter." Getting out she dried Nicola paying close attention to the curls covering her sex. Walking slowly inside, they took a nightcap before going to bed. Early the following morning they took a refreshing swim before returning and dressing. Sam gave Nicola a pair of denim shorts and a tee-shirt. After tea and toast they drove over to her parent's house. They were at church so they were not interrupted as Nicola quickly emptied her wardrobe and taking her laptop and school books. Getting into her red Toyota she followed Sam to a cafe where they took coffee and a light breakfast before driving to the apartment. It was a beautiful morning: taking some light snack food and a bottle of Champaign they drove down to the beach, lying on deck chairs in the shade of a large umbrella amongst the dunes overlooking the surf. Nicola was wearing a brief white bikini whilst Sam was in the gold bikini she was wearing yesterday. Getting hot they walked down to the water's edge. The surf was not big and they entered the water catching the waves onto the sand. They continued to surf, sharing the water with a large crowd of men women and children. After an hour they walked slowly up the hot sand to their camp. After applying sun block they poured glasses of wine and had some ripe cheeses with salami. As they relaxed Nicola kept glancing at Sam. She owed her everything and also found her very sexy; she knew that she was attracted to her. Last night's entertainment had aroused her highly and left her in such a state that she found it difficult to sleep. She was quite aware that this evening they would be taking it much further; and she was equally aware that she wanted it to happen. She remembered in health classes talking about people who were bisexual; maybe that's what she was. Late in the afternoon they returned to the apartment, showering to remove sand residue before dressing to go out for dinner. This time they went to a French restaurant not far from the apartment. Walking hand in hand they took half an hour to get there. Taking a small table in the very crowded restaurant they ordered an entree of spinach soufflé with a main of wine poached salmon with lemon truffles accompanied with a Pinot Noir. For desert they ordered a desert wine and chocolate Grand Meuniere crepes. Walking home they were feeling the effects of the wines. It was eleven when they arrived home. Nicola told Sam that she had gone to the Private Girls Catholic College so Sam suggested they pay a visit to the local high school. They took a late night swim standing close together in the water. Sam bent down and kissed Nicola's lips her serpentine tongue waving its way into her welcoming mouth. They stood there for what seemed ages until Nicola felt her fingers snake their way down pinching her clitoris before gliding through the sodden outer and inner folds of her cunt; slipping up inside gliding around, feeling, teasing, groping until hitting her G spot. Nicola had never felt anything like this before. Groaning loudly she spread her legs offering herself to her lover. Sam continued the assault pressing two fingers up whilst the other hand pressed a finger into her ass. Nicola was going mad the water around her being thrashed to foam. She screamed with frustration when Sam stepped back giving her a light slap on the bottom. "Come along Nikki it's time we got more comfortable." They stepped out and dried off before walking quickly to the bedroom. "You know how beautiful you are?" Sam pulled into her kissing her again as her arms wrapped around her. We were kissing our mouths locked, tongue's swirling with gay abandon whilst Sam's hands roamed freely over Nikki's virgin skin, while their mouths were still locked in a furious passion. Nikki closed her eyes as she felt Sam's lips move down over her velvet skin to the little nubs on top of her breasts. She just slipped her lips over them slowly increasing pressure sucking it into her mouth, taking possession of the other sucking on it making Nikki mewl with pleasure. Sam spun round placing her exposed fanny over Nikki's lips. "Lick me, fuck me with your tongue." Doing as instructed Nikki licked up and down pushing her tongue into Sam's sex. "Oh God I must do the same for you, I can't take this for much longer. Sam started to lick, I was very wet as she probed deeper, a series of expert flicks which made her breath gasp from her lungs. Her head buried in her thighs Nikki's receptors going wild, charges of passion swooping through her. Suddenly as if from the depths of the earth her orgasm broke with an intensity Sam had never witnessed before. She was coming in ever increasing waves of passion Sam clinging to her hips riding her bravely. At last she slumped back onto the mattress a smile of deep satisfaction upon her face. Sam came up to her kissing her lips; Nikki tasting her cum. "I love you so much Nikki, do you understand?" Nikki nodded still unable to speak. Both women slowly drifted into a sex induced coma waking at eight thirty the next morning. After breakfast they went to the local High School and enrolled Nikki into year 12. She was relieved that she could do the same subjects because she wanted to study dentistry at university. Leaving the school they purchased the necessary uniform and then took an early lunch on the waterfront. After lunch they went down to the beach for a swim and sunbathe before returning home. It was late afternoon before they arrived home. Taking a shower before changing into light casuals the prepared dinner and later sitting back to watch television over a bottle of Shiraz. Nikki had to be at school by eight thirty whilst Sam had to leave at five thirty for a board meeting which unfortunately meant that they could not get hot and bothered. ++++++++++++++++++++ Four years has gone by, with Sam and Nikki living a loving lifestyle together. Nikki passed her final exams and is now in about to complete dentistry. Sam has continued to advance in the company and they are now purchasing a large home on the headland with one hundred and eighty degree views of the ocean. It was a Sunday morning that saw them lying in bed with an ocean backdrop discussing Sam's impending trip to London to attend an international IT conference, she would be away for a fortnight and was to be the first time that they had been separated. "Sam I have been thinking and wish to discuss something with you. We have been together for the past four wonderful years and there is no one else in the world that I wish to be with and yet I have been having some disturbing thoughts. You see when we met I had never done it with anyone before; you were the first and I don't regret that because it was beautiful and still is. Look darling I have been feeling restless of late because I think I want to try it with a man. My question is whilst you are away would you mind awfully if I live out my fantasy. I wouldn't do it with just anyone, rather I have a lifelong friend Max; we grew up together and almost regard ourselves as brother and sister: I would feel safe with him. My darling lover if you don't want me to do this, well I won't. I love you and wish to share my life with you." "Nikki darling I think that I understand and I trust you completely. I assume that this fling would last a weekend and if that's the case have no objections. I love you all the more for your honesty towards me." On the Monday morning Nikki drove her lover to the international airport, seeing her off on her flight to London. "I already miss you; see you in a fortnight." "Take care Nikki and have a good time with Max. You don't know how much I love you at this moment. I wish you could have come as well." Nikki drove: her mind restless; putting in at a flash cafe for brunch she decided to go to the library at the university and loose her in study. She had been working for two hours when a person came up saying hi. It was Max. Nikki suggested they went down to the cafe for a coffee and talk, she hadn't seen her old friend for six months. Over coffee they talked and slowly Nikki introduced her wish. "Hey Max because you are such an old friend I have a huge favor to ask you. We have known each other for twelve years and I feel safe in your company. As you know I have been living with Sam ever since I ran away from my parents, we are very much a couple. Over the past month or so I have been thinking about my sexuality and have a wish to do it with a man. I still possess my maidenhead and am asking you to take it. This will not be lasting affair and I have selected you because I know that you will be gentle and won't try to force the issue beyond the boundaries we have set. Please Max travel with me for the weekend, Sam knows about this so you won't be splitting us up. Max please, fuck me." "Nicola I have always loved you, although it has been a platonic relationship. I have a wonderful girlfriend; her name is Celine and she is studying medicine. Now at the moment she is cramming for exams so it would be possible to spend a night together if that satisfies your fancy." "Oh Max thank you sooo much I will book into a resort for this Friday. Would that be OK? All expenses on me." "All right my little lesbian fancy let's do it." So, at six in the evening on Friday Nicola met up with Max at one of the fancy resorts up the coast. It was a large white concrete establishment with lawns sweeping down to a secluded beach. They drove up to reception asking the parking attendant to take it to the underground car park. Having booked in they were taken to their suit on the seventh floor. It was a huge room with a bedroom containing a luxurious king bed, a lounge area with plush furnishings and courtesy bar. Walking out form here they found themselves on a private balcony overlooking the heated swimming pool and lawn leading down to the beach and ocean. Helping themselves to bourbon and cola each they lazed back in the recliners on the balcony. They were both nervous so engaged in small talk as they watched the light fade with sunset. When it was quite dark and they were both feeling the affect's of their drinks they changed to go down to the restaurant for dinner. The restaurant was a large yet intimate place. They were escorted to a table on a verandah under a gazebo over a large pond. Looking into the water they saw large colourful schools of coy swimming lazily through the water lilies. Ordering a bottle of Shiraz they placed selected their meals of New York Cut steaks and salad. As they drank and waited Max reached over taking Nicola's hand in his, this was the first time that they had come in contact and Nicola gasped in surprise and sexual emotion. Once the meal was over they walked slowly back to their suit. As they walked Nicole realised that she no longer had any doubts, helped by the wine and pre-dinner drinks. Shutting the door she embraced Max hugging him to her and closing her mouth over his: her serpentine tongue weaving between his lips. Still kissing Max picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Lying beck with her he opened her blouse exposing her small breasts whose nipples were extended with passion. Kissing down her neck taking a nip in his teeth he teased and bit causing her to squeal both in pain and excitement. She could already feel her pussy, sopping wet with anticipation causing a wet patch on her panties. Max was the essence of patience, taking his time trying to be as gentle as possible. His erection was so hard that it hurt and he tried to adjust it to make it more comfortable. Helping her off with the blouse he took her other breast in his teeth sliding his artful hand down Nicola's silken torso to the top of her slacks. Undoing a button and sliding the zipper down her cupped his hand over her saturated panties. Nicola moaned with passionate excitement as he squeezed digging his fingers into her willing fanny. Carefully, slowly he slipped her slacks down over her broad hips, off her panties and slowly down her legs. Nicola kicked them off opening her legs, exposing her sodden panty encased sex to his searching hands. Max pushed a hand passed the elastic of her panties coming in touch with her heated cunt. Nicola gasped with anticipation as she felt for the first time a man's questing hand on her most private area. Fingers dipping into her opening her expectant lips to his searching fingers, Nicola thrust her hips up to him moaning, begging him to enter her, take her virginity. Nicola Max wasn't interested, he wanted to take more time, heighten her sexual heat even higher. He pulled her panties off leaving her naked to his gaze. Getting up he started to remove his clothes, Nicola watching, seeing for the first time a man completely naked. As he approached her, she started to pant, her breaths coming in short gasps. Max returned, his devious hand returning to the centre of operations, dipping between her sodden lips making squishing sounds as he moved his fingers in an out. Nicola was screaming by now begging to be taken, yet Max just smiled and continued his assault using his other hand to rub across the highly sensitive clitoris as Nicola moaned loudly trying to open up even more. Realising that if he doesn't do something soon he would cum Max slowly pressed into her opening her virgin cunt to an invading cock for the first time. Nicola felt a little pain as his thick erection ploughed into her. Coming upon her hymen Max stopped looking at her with questioning eyes. "Yes please take it make me a woman." Max pushed harder tearing through nature's protective wrapping as Nicola screamed both with pain and passion. Once he was fully embedded Max paused again giving her time to acclimatise to his invading phallus. Beginning to slowly thrust in and out as Nicola's hips worked in unison Max commenced riding his lover to her final conclusion. After the pain of entry Nicola found that she felt wonderful, although it still hurt there was a deep satisfaction of accomplishment. She could feel Max's mounting passion and knew that her own orgasm was not far off. With a sudden gasping exclamation Nicola announced her impending orgasm, the first orgasm with a man. It built slowly within her as she through her legs over Max's broad shoulders feeling the ever increasing pressure of passion as it suddenly erupted, it's tsunami of passion washing across her as she bit into Max's shoulder crying tears of joy feeling Max pull out and spary his cum across her drenched cunt. Falling back in exhausted emotion they lay quietly, allowing their breathing to return to normal. Recovering, Nicola looked at Max thanking him silently before asking if he would mind awfully not doing it again because she hurt too much. Getting up, she walked into the bathroom and cleaned the drying blood and cum off her shapely thighs, before returning to bed and falling into a deep sleep. The following Friday Nicola was at the airport awaiting Sam's flight from London, her pussy was dripping with anticipation of her lover's return. She had booked a table at an exclusive seafood restaurant and their bedroom was bedecked with candles and flowers. At last the announcement came through and Nicola rushed forward, through the waiting families so that she would get the first glimpse of her Sam. As Sam walked through the gate Nicola started to cry with emotion. Hugging and kissing her, ignoring the glances of other people she took her hand and dragged her to the carousel to claim her case. Driving to the Restaurant they talked about their time alone. Sam did not question her about the evening with Max preferring to leave that until Sunday. Sitting at a quite table by the bar Sam reached into her bag and brought out a small gift wrapped package, giving it to Nikki. Opening it Nikki cried tears of emotional joy as she looked at the large gold diamond ring with a note addressed to 'My one and only true love.' Nicola And Master Tom Author's note: I thought I would try my hand at a Maledom story for a change. Thanks for all the feedback I've got from my previous stories, keep it coming, I love to hear what people think! Nicola had no idea how long she'd been kneeling there, but her knees were aching like crazy and she shifted uncomfortably on the unforgiving stone floor. Master Tom had blindfolded her before he'd left, but that wasn't all he'd done. Her wrists were tied behind her back with PVC tape, small lead weights had been clamped to her nipples and between her legs sixteen clothes pegs hung from her pussy lips. Every time Nicola moved the clothes pegs would brush against her inner thighs or the floor and a shiver would run through her, not a shiver of pain, but one of apprehension. Last time he had attached just four pegs to her pussy and had taken great delight in using a crop to remove them, one by one. The memory of it simultaneously chilled her and brought a fresh flow of juice to her already dripping cunt. And then there was the butt-plug. She had been told to arrive with her own plug in place, which she had. But once inspected, Master Tom had decided to replace it with one of his own, a much larger one of course. At first Nicola had objected, but one look from Master Tom was all it took for her to show utter obedience. He had her bend over in his impressive hallway and he pulled the original plug out with a satisfying plop, before lubing her ass and slowly feeding the bigger plug into place. All the time Nicola stared at the floor, trying to keep her composure as the thick rubber plug stretched her asshole. Once in place Master Tom wiped the excess lube from around her asshole and off the backs of her thighs. He pulled her upright and her short skirt was pulled back down over her ass. Nicola never felt completely comfortable riding the bus in her short skirt without any knickers, but that was what Master Tom instructed so that's what she did. Everyone who sat down opposite her must have noticed how tightly she clamped her legs together, afraid that someone would see her freshly shaved pussy glistening between her thighs. Or at least that's what she thought, perhaps they were too caught up in their own lives to notice. Master Tom was dressed in a black cotton shirt, a pair of black jeans and the shiniest pair of boots Nicola had ever seen. He always dressed the same, at least Nicola had never seen him in anything different, not in her previous four visits. He waved his hand ostentatiously towards the door at the end of the wide, long hallway. Nicola knew where she was headed and it was all she could do not to run towards the door. Once through the door Nicola followed the steps down into the dimly lit cellar. The atmosphere down here was electric and Nicola felt herself guided by Tom's firm hand to the middle of the floor. She shivered slightly as he turned her to face him and placed her hands firmly at her sides. "I expect you've been thinking about this all day?" he began, looking deep into her eyes as he spoke. "Yes Master," came Nicola's weak response. "Have you followed all the instructions I gave you in my email?" "Yes Master, every one." Master Tom did not respond. Instead he reached out and started to undo the buttons on her crisp white blouse. Slowly and carefully he unfastened every button before peeling the material aside to expose her heavy breasts, encased as instructed in a plain white bra. Nicola was already trembling as she looked up at Master Tom, who was at least four inches taller than her. He resisted the temptation to comment on her breasts, after all he'd seen them before. Showing no emotion he walked around her, peeling away her blouse as he went, leaving her standing there in just her bra, her short dark skirt and her patent leather ankle boots. He tossed her blouse over a nearby chair and then deftly unfastened her bra. Nicola let out a soft moan as she felt the bra falling away, exposing her breasts and her already hardened nipples. He reached around from behind her and closed his fingers around her breasts, squeezing firmly and then pinching her nipples hard. Nicola hissed with the exquisite pain, causing the first smile to cross the lips of Master Tom. He let go of her breasts and slid his hands from the middle of her back down to the waistband of her skirt. He unfastened it and allowed it to drop to the floor. He walked around her and took in the full sight of her delicious body. Her stomach was almost completely flat and her pussy was completely shaven, as per her explicit instructions. He moved closer and bent down to inspect it closely. "Quite beautiful," he said, before standing up once more. It was then that he secured her wrists behind her back and placed the blindfold over her eyes. He held onto her arm so that she could step out of her skirt and she heard him pick it up and place it with her blouse on the chair. Then he started softly running his hands across her skin, over every inch of her body until she was shaking with need, but he never came close to touching her pussy, no, she would have to be patient. She felt his mouth first, gently kissing from her neck down to her right nipple, then taking it into his mouth, sucking on it and making it harder still, before biting it gently but firmly. Nicola arched her back, pushing her pussy towards him in the vain hope that he would touch her, make her come, but he had no intention of doing so, not yet. Instead Master Tom affixed the clamp to her nipple and then repeated the move on her left bud. He pulled on them firmly, to make sure they wouldn't slip off before adding the small lead weights. They weren't tremendously heavy, but they gave a satisfying tug and Nicola felt her pussy begin to get very wet as she wondered what might happen next. What happened next was that Master Tom knelt down on the cold stone floor and gently pushed her soft thighs apart, exposing her moist cunt. Nicola groaned, anticipating the touch of his finger, willing him to slid his fingers inside her and to stretch her hole ready for his cock, but he merely brushed the smooth lips before gently attaching the clothes pegs. In themselves the clothes pegs weren't painful but the combined effect of all sixteen pegs was quite significant, pulling her skin tight and stimulating nerve endings so that her pussy became wetter and wetter. Finally he had helped her down onto her knees before leaving her there for some time - - - Nicola heard Master Tom return, his boots making a now familiar sound on the flagstone floor. He asked her if she remembered her safeword and she confirmed that she did. He asked to tell him what it was. "Rainbow," she replied, the nervousness in her voice more than apparent. Master Tom knelt down and flicked his fingers against the lead weights that hung from her nipples and she took a sharp intake of breath. "How does that butt plug feel?" "Very tight Master," she murmured. "I should hope so," he said. "But don't worry, you'll still feel my cock when I shove it up your ass." Nicola whimpered at the thought of Master Tom's thick, long cock penetrating her tight arsehole, and suddenly she felt thankful for the plug that he had worked inside her. Without it she doubted she would have had a chance of taking his impressive length and girth. "Oh yes, you like the thought of that don't you slut?" Nicola replied in the affirmative, though in truth it frightened her just as much as it excited her. "Well, we'll see. It very much depends on whether I think you deserve it, and whether it's what pleases me, isn't that right slut?" "Yes Master," she breathed helplessly. He walked around her and then knelt down and unfastened her wrists. "On your hands and knees," he barked. Nicola complied immediately, pushing her ass up into the air, conscious of the tail piece of the butt plug between her cheeks. Master Tom walked across the cellar floor and retrieved a leather paddle from the wall. He positioned himself behind the girl and very gently started to pat her ass with the paddle. Nicola breathed deeply enjoying the sensation as Master Tom gradually increased the intensity as her rump began to warm up. Abruptly he stopped and grasped the base of the butt plug, pulling it out an inch or two and watching intently as her asshole stretched around the thick rubber plug, before slowly pressing it back inside her. "I bet that feels exquisite doesn't it slut?" "Oh yes, Master," grunted Nicola as she felt the huge plug forced back into her arse. He chuckled to himself and admired the nice, soft pink glow emanating from her ass cheeks. He returned the paddle to it's hook on the wall and returned to her side carrying a cat. He draped the tails over her back and slowly dragged them down to her asscheeks. Nicola barely felt the tails lifted before she felt the harsh sting as they made rapid contact with her tender rump. "Owww!" she cried out, momentarily losing her composure. "Tsk, tsk, has my little slut forgotten my rules already?" "No Master, I'm sorry Master!" "You will be sorry slut, I can promise you that." He returned to his task, whipping her arse over and over until it was a nice shade of dark pink. Only then did he fetch the cane. Nicola heard the cane swishing through the air as he practised his swing and felt herself tensing up involuntarily. Despite her apprehension her cunt was flooded with juice and she longed for him to touch her there. Master Tom kneeled behind her and placed the tip of a thick silicone dildo against her cunt, feeding it between the twin lines of clothes pegs into her aching twat. Nicola pressed down on it, urgently wanting it deeper inside her. Seeing this Master Tom pulled it away and made her beg for it. "Please Master... please push the dildo inside me, I need it..." "But do you deserve it?" "Only you can say Master..." "Hmm." He pushed the tip of the fake cock inside her once more and began roughly fucking her with it, causing the pegs to pull at her cunt lips and snag against her thighs. She had never experienced anything like it, the thick dildo and the huge butt plug inside her at once was almost too much to take. Suddenly he stopped fucking her and left the dildo buried deep inside her throbbing cunt. He pulled himself up to his feet and positioned the cane carefully across her warm, glowing cheeks. "Count," he said sternly. Nicola counted each of the six strokes he laid on her ass, though the stinging made it hard to concentrate properly. Behind her Master Tom looked down at her, satisfied with the accuracy with which he had marked her behind. Six thin red lines bisected her cheeks almost perfectly equidistant from each other. "Good slut, you have taken your punishment well." "Thank you Master," she groaned as he pulled the silicone cock out of her pussy once more. He walked around to her front end and lifted her head up by pulling on her long blond hair. She opened her mouth and he slid the dildo into her mouth. "Clean all that cunt juice off my dildo," he ordered. Nicola greedily slurped away at the dildo as he fucked her face with it, each stroke moving it closer and closer to the back of her throat. "You like that don't you slut, maybe I should arrange for you to taste another slut's pussy?" "If it pleases you Master," she gagged from behind the dildo. "It might well do," he snarled and pulled the silicone cock out of her mouth. "Now, in my email I gave you some instructions, did you follow them?" "Yes Master." "Did you follow them to the letter?" "Yes Master." "So your pretty little cunt has not cum for the last week, even though you've taken yourself to the very brink every night?" "Yes Master, every night." "So you must want to cum pretty badly now eh?" "Mmmm, God yes Master, please let me cum..." "Ha, not yet, my little slut, not yet." Nicola let out a small cry of frustration. "First you must show me how much you appreciate your Master." She heard him removing his clothes and then felt herself being pulled back upright so that her mouth was level with his crotch. He put his hand on the back of her head and guided his half-hard cock into her mouth. Nicola sighed loudly as she tasted the warm, musky scent of his prick. It hardened rapidly in her mouth until it was literally throbbing, the veins standing proud of the surface thanks to the steel cock ring he was wearing. Nicola began sucking his cock, taking him deeper with each stroke, her tongue flicking against the underside as she dripped spittle onto the stone floor. After a short while Master Tom started moving his hips until eventually he was fucking her face quite hard. Every so often he would stop and smear her face with the copious amount of saliva that coated his shaft. Then he lifted his cock upwards and pushed his balls into her mouth. She sucked on them eagerly until he ripped the blindfold off and she was confronted with the sight of his engorged shaft rising up before her very eyes. Master Tom plunged his cock back into her mouth and started face-fucking her once more, until he himself was on the very brink of spurting his load into her throat. He pulled clear and Nicola's head dropped as she panted heavily. "Good slut," he said as he walked around behind her and pushed her legs wider apart. Nicola waited for him to spear his cock inside her, until she remembered the pegs. Master Tom took each peg in turn and slowly pulled on it until it snapped off. The pain was intense but in her heightened state of arousal quite exquisite. Despite this she found herself gritting her teeth and hissing as each peg was pulled away. After the sixteenth peg dropped to the floor, she felt his cock pressing against her poor abused lips and slipping inside her sodden wet pussy. She pushed back against him, trying to drag him deeper into her needy cunt, but he held her steady. He fucked her with just the tip of his cock, until she begged him to give her more. Master Tom plunged the entire length into her dripping cunt and Nicola dropped her head to the floor, gasping as the force of his penetration knocked the wind out of her. The feeling of his cock inside her together with the butt-plug was so intense, she could barely take it and as soon as she felt his hand reach under her and start to tease her clit she knew it was game over. He pounded her hard as she started to cum, her cunt gripping his cock tightly as she spasmed again and again and again, eventually forcing his cock out of her hole. He quickly pushed her over onto her back and she lay there panting as he slammed his cock inside her again, mercilessly pounding her sensitive cunt for another minute or so before pulling out and moving up to straddle her torso, the inside of his thighs pressing on her tits and making the weights pull on her sensitive nipples. Nicola lifted her head just in time and opened her mouth as Master Tom's cock erupted it's load onto her tongue, one huge spurt after another until he was almost completely drained. She knew what was expected of her next and she eagerly sucked his cock into her mouth and licked every last drop of cum from around his bulbous head. He milked his cock some more and Nicola swallowed every last drop until he slipped from her mouth. Nicola lay exhausted on the floor, the large butt-plug still wedged inside her asshole. She was almost disappointed that he had not fucked her there today, but she knew it was only a matter of time. Master Tom would take her ass when he was ready and not before.