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Turnabout

By: LetsHaveFun



It had been a long night and I was exhausted. Even so, I had had a hard on all day long that I was hoping to get polished off this evening. My thoughts of having some romantic time with my wife were dashed when I saw that not only was my son home, but also his jock friend David. There was a relationship that I just didn't understand. My son Mark was a little bit of a nerd, and David was the consummate jock, the big man on campus. Even worse, then I remembered that my wife wasn't going to be home tonight. She was going out with a few of her girlfriends from work. Damn. My cock was still hard from rubbing it all the way home and thinking about what I was going to do to her once I got there.

Now it looked like I was going to end up with a quick dinner and a glass of wine in front of the TV tonight. I unlocked the front door to an empty living room. The lights were on throughout the house, but I didn't see the boys anywhere. I heard some noise coming from the back of the house, it sounded like it was coming from my sons' bedroom. It wasn't the kind of sounds I expected to hear when two 18 year old boys were alone. I heard a voice, a commanding, threatening voice, but I couldn't make out the words. Something seemed wrong and I hurried towards Mark's bedroom as quietly as I could. 

"...you to shut up bitch!"

From the sounds of the bed bumping the wall, and David's words, I had a pretty good idea what was going on. I opened the door to the sight of two naked and sweating bodies. David's body was jerking in orgasm as he was apparently unloading his come in my sons' ass. As soon as the little bastard recovered, he noticed me and started to scramble off the bed. It was then that I jumped on top of him, forcing him stomach down on to the bed. My hand grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face into the mattress. My son looked scared and relieved at the same time. David was a tough little jock but he was no match for a man of my size, and he squirmed frantically beneath me. 

In a calm voice I coaxed Mark to tell me what was going on. David had been forcing him to have sex with him. Now the strange relationship made sense. And I was pissed. I started yelling at David, pushing his body harder against the mattress. Mark was afraid. He had rarely ever seen me lose my temper before and he didn't know what I was going to do to David. He asked me to let David go home. "Take off my belt Mark." David struggled against me but I kept him pinned. 

"But Dad....." Take off my belt, I told him. "I'm going to teach little David here a lesson, and I can't hold him down and take off my belt at the same time." 

Mark reached around and unhooked my belt, pulling it through the loops until it was off. I was going to beat the shit out of David right then and there, but then I looked at my naked son, and the come that was dripping out of his ass. It occurred to me that if I beat up David, not only might I get put in jail, but the abuse of my son wouldn't stop. I had an idea. I gave Mark directions to go get a few things while I held David down. David yelled and screamed when he figured out what I was going to do, but the screams were muffled because I kept his faced pinned to the mattress. By the time that Mark returned with the camera and the lubricant, I had already forced David's legs apart and positioned myself between them.

My son pulled off my shoes, my pants and my underwear. David felt the heat of my body on his naked skin and he began thrashing wildly. It took a few minutes for him to tire out. Since I needed both my hands to hold David, Mark had to grease my cock up. He squeezed a generous amount of lube into his hands and reached between me and David. Mark stroked me up and down with both hands, even playing with my balls a little bit. My hips moved slightly with the movement of his hands. 

He took his time, seeming to enjoy playing with my cock. "That's good, now guide me in to his little asshole" Mark thrashed around some more when my wet cock touched his ass, but he was just too exhausted. Pinned against the bed as he was, he had no where to go once I started pushing my cock into his ass. 

He was t-i-g-h-t. It was obvious he was only used to giving and he had never received. All the better. I was going to give this little bastard a taste of his own medicine and get my rocks off at the same time. It took me a good few minutes to work my cock slowly in and out until I could get most of my cock in his ass. And then I had to grab the tops of his shoulders and pull him towards me to get that last inch in. "Alright, you little fucker. I'm going to give you a little bit of what you've been giving Mark." With that I started to ride him. 

When I shoved my cock in, I shoved it in hard, making him grunt with each thrust. He was so tight that I had to pause every few thrusts, getting my cock used to the idea of holding my come in for a while. I was going to give him a nice long fuck. After a few minutes I pulled him up to his hands and knees. All the while Mark was taking pictures of David getting fucked up the ass. "Smile for the camera" I told him. I wanted to get some photos that showed him having a good time. The fight had gone completely out of him. 

After we exhausted the roll and put in another, I had Mark hand me the camera. I pulled David back against me, towards the end of the bed. That way Mark could get on the front of the bed. I took some good pictures of David's mouth stuffed full of Mark's cock. After we got enough photos, we pounded him hard from both ends. I saw my sons face start to redden. I put my hand on David's neck, "You'd better swallow all of his come you little shit," I told him, "I don't want to see you miss one little drop." And he didn't. 

David sucked Mark's cock until he went soft and pulled out. So I flipped David over. I put his legs under my elbows and pulled him up so that his ass was even more exposed, this time I looked him right in the face while I slowly pushed my cock back into him. I rode him slow, making him feel every inch while my face was just an inch away from his. He tried to look away but I made him look my in the eyes while I rode him. I wanted this little bastard to know that he was mine. I felt that tingle for a few more minutes and I knew it was going to be a big load. I waited until the last moment to pull out and jerked my cock off, dropping wads of come all over his cock and balls. I was marking my property.

We all rested a little bit but I didn't let David move. My come dried where I had left it. A little while later Mark climbed on top of David and shoved his cock up his ass too. There was a lot of pent up emotion in his eyes and he hammered David's ass as hard as he could. I thought David might have enjoyed the fucking I gave him, but I heard him whimper more than once while Mark was pounding him. This time when I saw two naked bodies fucking, it was Mark's body that was jerking in orgasm as he unleashed a load into David's ass. 

The whole scene gave me another hard on and I shoved my cock into David's mouth. Grabbing both sides of his head, I fucked his face hard. He choked and gagged, and when his face started to redden I pulled my cock out, giving him a chance to breath. I rubbed my cock all over his face. I made the little bastard lick my balls before I shoved my cock down his throat again. "Suck me hard bitch" I told him, as I started to feel the tingle in my balls. When I came, I shot straight down his throat. Oh well, next time he'll get to taste my come. 

I made David dress without cleaning up. He was going to drive home reeking of dried come. Before he walked out the door I grabbed him, I pulled him close to my face. "Things are going to be different from now on," I said, waving a few of the photos in front of his face. "I'm keeping these photos in a safe place. Whenever either of us calls you, you're going to come over and take it up the ass. You understand me?" 

"Yes sir," David said meekly.

Turnabout



Wendy had spent the morning crying. It was how she had spent every morning of the past two years. It looked to be how she would spend every morning for the rest of her life.

The physical suffering was no longer significant. He had said she would adapt, and she had. But the humiliation had never diminished. Rather, it had increased until she could barely think about the continuation of her life.

Many would say she had married well. The daughter and sole heir of a wealthy financier, and classically beautiful to boot, she had been pursued by fortune hunters from all the continents of the world. Her father had protected her scrupulously. No one had been permitted a hundred words of conversation with her without first proving his bona fides to the satisfaction of a regiment of detectives. The bequest of the Milliards' family fortune would not be a prize for some rapacious gigolo.

Instead, it had been won by a fiend.

Paul Martin had seemed too good to be true. He came from an irreproachable East Coast family, an original member of the Four Hundred. He was as handsome as Wendy was beautiful. Notwithstanding his clan's position, he was independently wealthy by his own labors in the marketing of consumer electronics. He had been the target of enough women with dollar signs in their eyes to staff a large brothel. In public he was always gracious, faultlessly polite, and completely the master of his circumstances. He carried himself with the natural grace and unselfconsciousness that bespeaks true gentility. She had hardly been able to accept that he was genuinely interested in her. It was the stuff of dreams.

And like all things that seem too good to be true, he was not what he seemed. The echoes of their marriage vows had barely faded when he began to show the sadism at his core. Now she bore it like a cross.

He made her do things: degrading things, things beyond the darkest hints she, a virgin when she married, had ever received from more experienced friends. He had started out gently enough, and she, desperately eager to please him, had complied with his early requests without thought. It had taken only a little while before she realized what he was turning her into. When she protested, he overrode her with a forcefulness she could never have expected. From that moment her real torment began.

He had turned her into an object. Her sensibilities, to which he had previously paid lip service, were as nothing to him. Her role in his life was to be the raw material upon which he would act out his dark urges. He had almost ceased to speak to her; she could no longer speak to him at all.

Each day he sealed her into a corset that covered her from breasts to knees, pulling the laces so tight that she could barely move or breathe. He locked bizarre shoes upon her feet: shoes with toes so short and heels so high that she could barely totter across their home. Sometimes he would add hobble chains; sometimes, a gag. And always, when he had finished dressing her, would come the ultimate degradation: the two long, thick plugs, one for her vagina and the other for her anus, attached to a harness that locked about her waist. When, crying furiously, she dared to ask why, he smiled and said it was to teach her continence and self-control.

Today, at least, he had omitted the gag, and she could wail her full measure. But there was no salvation for her in this, only the relief of that one need. Their house, nestled in the country woods, secluded and far from any neighbor, had a telephone with an unlisted number, set only to receive calls. She would be held captive here until he relented or she died.

All that sustained her was faith: an unreasoned belief that some form of salvation would be hers if only she could persevere. She had always thought herself weak, but how weak could she be, if she could endure this? Help was out there somewhere. She waited for it as patiently as she could.





Turnabout



My daughter screamed as my engorged cock slid roughly into her super-tight cunt. I groaned, trying to hold back from spewing into her as she thrashed against me, her hands scratching and clutching as she cried out for her mother. But Mommy wasn't there.

I had to face it. This was nothing less than rape—and I liked it. No, scratch that, I loved it. I knew that I'd take her this way again and again, as often as I could, ropes and all. 

Sounds terrible, doesn't it? But let's back up fifteen minutes, shall we?

I woke up slowly, swimming upward through successive layers of consciousness until the light dawned behind my eyes. I didn't remember going to sleep—and I wondered why I couldn't move. Was I sick? Had there been an accident? Was I lying in a hospital bed, hooked up to machines and doped to the gills? My arms and legs both seemed to be restrained, and there was a band around my middle holding me down. I couldn't feel any clothing. I wondered what the hell had happened.

Then I opened my eyes and saw my beloved hellion, Angelina, looking at me with concerned eyes. She grinned and clapped her hands delightedly. "You're awake finally!"

Through a dry mouth I mumbled, "What's happened, baby?"

"Only what I've wanted to happen for years, Daddy! Oh, finally, finally!"

She helped me drink a sip of soda through a straw, and I looked around. I was tied spread-eagled to her frilly pink bed with ropes the size of ship's hawsers; I wasn't going to get loose anytime soon. An odd feeling curdled in the pit of my stomach. "What's going on? How did I get like this?"

She grinned widely. "Mom did it! We put sleeping pills in your coffee this morning, and then when you fell asleep she helped me tie you to my bed! Then she went away for a while. She'll be back later. We have plenty of time."

She looked at me in a way I'd never hoped to be looked at by my daughter, and studied my nakedness. "I like your muscles, Dad. Especially that one." She pointed at my crotch.

I lifted my head and shouted, "Oh my god, Angie! What the fuck!"

"This is my nineteenth birthday present from Mom," she said, as she strutted around the bed, examining me from all angles. "It's all we could figure out. You were so mean about it the other day when she asked you to pretend she was me when you had sex, so I knew you'd never go for actually doing me. Voluntarily, anyway." He patted my abdomen, looking hard at my penis, like she was trying to memorize every line and curve.

I remembered the argument. Frankly, the whole idea had turned me off. But to go this far..."How? Why?"

"Mom and I have been playing with each other for months now," she said cheerfully, trailing her little hand toward my maleness. She touched it lightly, and I responded. "Ooooh!" She giggled then, and told me, in a voice like the little girl that she so obviously no longer was, "Mommy was really, really mad when you turned her down the other night. She's been looking forward to the three of us getting together, she said, and seeing your monster cock fucking her baby's pussy." She looked at me lustfully. "Mommy even broke my cherry for you with one of her dildos. It hurt a little, but not for long." Her voice thickened. "God, I really love it when she sucks my titties and licks my clit..." She rubbed the front of her shorts, and I winced. 

She grinned again, her smile angelic, and adjusted her blonde ponytail. "Anyway, Mom was mad and I really, really wanted you to do me, so we came up with this plan."

"To rape me?"

She shrugged. "We figured you'd come around once you felt my cunny around your cock. Mommy says guys always do. And even if you don't..." she trailed a finger down the length of my rapidly-growing cock, "well, I'll get to fuck my sexy Daddy once."

Have a mentioned that my daughter is a hellion?

She started to shrug out of her T-shirt...and then turned it into a sexy little dance, whirling around the bed teasingly, lifting up the shirt and then lowering it, giving me tantalizing glimpses of her perky breasts. Finally pulled it off all at once and stuck a sexy pose, thrusting her chest out. She didn't have much to show, just little teacups topped with pale pink nipples, but they were exquisite. "Well, what do you think, Daddy?" she asked. 

She was lean and lightly muscled from her swim practice, her skin tanned and flawless. "You're beautiful...can I see more?" I'd begun to wonder if she had much pussy hair, and that made my cock jerk and grow. 

She shot me what she thought was a sultry smile, but it looked more like the delighted grin of a happy child. When she rubbed her little nips and pouted at me, though, she was all woman.

Angie dropped her hands to her waist and turned slowly around to present me with her back, pushing down her tight little shorts as she did so. When they were about halfway down her hips, she bent over and touched her toes, and I could see her pink little cunt winking at me. I groaned in response and, giggling, she pushed the shorts to the floor, stepping out of them. Then she bent over again, waggling her ass at me; reaching back, she peeled back her pussy lips with her fingers, revealing the glorious pinkness within. "Want this pussy now, Daddy? Huh?"

I moaned as she stood up and spun around. "Am I a sexy little bitch, or what?"

"God yes!"

She grinned. "Well, then. Let's move on to the next stage of my favorite fantasy. Don't come yet, unless you can come again later, a lot!"

With that she eased onto the bed and grasped my now-rampant cock in her tiny hand, facing me. Before I could do anything, she lowered her head and started licking me with her startlingly talented little tongue.

Fuck, I was in heaven!

She wasn't very good, which relieved me a little; I was hoping that no guy had touched her yet. I sure as hell wanted to be first. I guess her pussy-licking hadn't prepared her for this, though it was clear she knew her way around the various bits; her mother was a teacher, after all. After fluttering her tongue beneath my glans, almost but not quite hitting the sensitive little target every cut male has under there, she made an O of her cute little lips and then slurped me into her mouth. God, it felt exquisite. She couldn't take all ten inches, but she managed to swallow half. Her Mama couldn't do much better, bless her heart. Not all women can deep-throat a big man.

She suckled me like a starving baby would suck its mother's tits, and after about five minutes of delicious vacuum, I said in a strangled voice, "Stop!"

She took her lips off my cock. "Are you sure you don't want me to taste your come, Daddy?" Her tongue darted out to lick the pre-cum off the tip of my erection.

"Not yet! I want you to fuck me first, you sexy little bitch! Fuck your Daddy's big cock!" I'm afraid I sounded a little desperate.

She looked at me with a calculating expression, stroking my super-rigid boner in a way that connected directly to the orgasm center of my brain. "Hmmm. I don't think so. I'm in charge right now. After all, *I'm* raping *you.*"

"You little cocktease!" I burst out.

"Well, of course, Daddy," she cooed. "Mommy's a good teacher."

Angie crawled on top of me and turned around, so that she could present me with her slick little pussy -- hairless as a child's, as it turned out -- and sucked on the end of my cock. Then she ordered, "Lick my cunny, slave-boy."

I felt a quick flash of anger "I'm not your slave, you little slut!" I tugged at my bonds, but they were still as tight as ever. "Wait'll I get my hands on you! I'm gonna spank your ass so hard you won't be able to sit down for a week!"

"Oooh, Can't wait," she sighed. "Lick me anyway, please. Don't you want to know what your daughter-slut tastes like?" She pressed her smooth cunt down on my lips, so I pushed my tongue past her lips, deep into her tight tunnel, licking up all the snatch-honey I could reach. I was just able to flick her tiny clitoris with the tip of my tongue, whereupon she shuddered and arched her back, pulling her lips away from my cock. 

"Okay," she said breathlessly, "I can't wait anymore. I've got to feel your cock in my pussy. Right now, goddammit."

I have to admit, the nasty words coming out of my little darling's mouth cranked me up a bit—especially knowing that mouth had just been stretched around my dick.

Angie scrambled toward my crotch, turning around again so that I could see her glowing face. Damn, she really was beautiful. I looked deep into her eyes, past the lust and sexplay as she poised her little cunny over my shaft, and saw the love I felt for her reflected.

She reached down and grabbed my hardness, pressing my cockhead to the entrance of her treasure. "Omigod, this is so hot. I can't wait anymore," she mewed. "I wanted to go slow this first time, but I can't. I have to have it NOW!" With the last word, she impaled herself on my manhood, crying out wordlessly as I penetrated her all the way to the hilt.

Holy fuck! Angie was so tight it felt like I'd surely rip her in two, and I couldn't imagine how it felt to her. How could she get any pleasure from being stuffed so full? But apparently she could, because she started jouncing up and down, crying out, "Oh, Mommy, Mommy, you were right! Mommy! Mommy was so right! Oh oh oh! Daddy, you fill me up so fucking good! I can't hold back Daddy, your cock is so good it's making me melt! I can't hold BAAAAACK....!"

Her coltish thighs clenched as she thrust herself downward one last thrust, taking every inch like the wanton she was. I felt her spasm around my cock, and the sweet friction sent me over the edge. I bellowed as I poured a double-thick load into my little girl's womb.

She slumped over, still impaled, and lay on my chest, trembling and whimpering as her orgasm washed through her. When it finally receded, she kissed my nipples one after the other and said, "Gosh, Daddy, I thought it was fun to fuck around with Mom, but I had no idea..." Then she looked up at me, her eyes full of surprise. I felt her cunt walls clench around me experimentally. "It's still big and hard!" she said in amazement. "I thought a man's cock went down after he came!"

"Only when he's not fucking his beautiful daughter," I said, grinning.

She smiled so widely it felt, to me, like the sun had emerged from behind a cloud. "This game is going to be even more fun than I thought." She then spent several careful minutes sucking on my nipples, causing my cock to tighten up even further. When she felt that, she laughed lightly and said, "Hey, I wondered if boys liked that too!"

"I wish I could do it to you," I growled.

"Later, slave-boy," she said pertly. "Later. First I need to Fuck. You. Dry." She looked at me with a sultry expression as she sat up and began pumping her slim body up and down on my meat.

She kept her promise. By the time my wife came home and released me, she'd come so many times I couldn't count, and had brought me off twice more. I was exhausted and my cock hurt so much from her tight hole that wifey and I didn't have sex for a week.

And all during that time, Angie acted like nothing at all had happened between us.

But since that day almost a year ago, I've woken up a half dozen times to find myself tied to her bed. And I've already vowed to her that when her next birthday rolls around, her mother and I will help her celebrate it thoroughly. Ropes optional.

I can't wait.






Turnabout



She awoke to the caress of the softest silk being slowly wound around her wrists. For a moment, she allowed herself to enjoy the sensation as the silk drew her wrist together behind her back. Then, sudden realization had her eyes snap wide open as masculine hands drew the bonds snug and began tying the knot to hold them fast. Too late she tried pulling her hands free only to find they were now bound securely.

"Wha—MMMPH!!" Her attempt to cry out was smothered by the same masculine hands, forcing a wad of silk into her mouth. Before she could spit it back out, the hands wrapped another swath of the same material that bound her hands over her mouth, quickly pulling it tight. She tried to shake the gag off, but the hands were practiced and sure at the task, pulling the sensuous cloth taut over her nose, mouth and chin.

The hands then gripped her chin and turned her head to meet their owner's gaze. It was a pleasant face, with eyes that softly shined with tenderness in the semi-darkness around them. She knew this man. She recognized him from a thousand lonely fantasies she'd entertained in this bed. Her eyes widened in shock.

"Shhh," he murmured. "If you try to scream or cry out, the gag will just force its way deeper into your mouth." He leaned against her, his lips planting a gentle kiss on her lips through the fabric of the gag. The tension in her body left her as she felt the contours of his masculine frame against hers.

Her mind wondered how her imaginary lover could really be here. He wasn't a real person -- just amalgam of the best features of movie stars and other men she'd seen over the years. And yet, each touch and motion, sound and scent were the same as the man she'd created. It wasn't possible, and yet here he was, making her as helpless as in all of her fantasies.

He nuzzled her neck, planting soft, wet kisses accentuated by light teasing touches of his tongue. She felt her body tremble as his strong arms embraced her, holding her against him, her nipples hardening with each passing second. Her questions of how he could be there were rapidly evaporating as the pleasure consumed her senses.

After another kiss on her gag, he moved down her body, running his surprisingly soft hands along her hips, thighs and calves. She heard him murmur pleasurable approval as he explored her curves down to her ankles. There he stopped, and once again she felt the touch of softest silk winding slowly around them -- each ankle individually at first, and then crossed and securely bound together.

Her brow knitted in confusion over the position. The lover she had dreamed would be tethering her ankles to the corners of her bed's footboard by now, leaving her exposed for his lusty attentions. She heard him chuckle softly, as if sensing her tension. 

"Tonight," he said, "you will get what you truly have wanted all these long, lonely nights -- helplessness. Tonight, you truly have no control over what happens next." He ran his hands along her thighs and caressed her buttocks. "You have longed for me to do this, and yet even in the fantasies you imagined, you still directed my actions with your desires."

She felt him tie a length of the silk over the one wound around her ankles and make it fast. "Tonight," he said as he worked, "my desires will be satisfied." He drew the length taut and slowly pulled her ankles up toward her back. She felt the silk go around the bonds on her wrists and then the tension as her ankles were tethered to them. She moaned in protest at her predicament, until she felt his hands upon her again, caressing the smooth skin of her arms, back and flanks.

Those hands then found her feet, cradling them at first then slowly massaging them, sending relaxing waves of pleasure through her as he worked. When he finished, she could still feel the tautness of her bonds, but tension of straining against them was gone. He planted a warm, lingering kiss to the top of each before changing position.

He swept aside the tresses of her hair and French-kissed her neck, lingering there. Her breath quickened as the wondrous sensation made her body tingle. She could feel that tingle in her loins as well, her passion slowly mounting with each new touch.

He drew another sash around her elbows, pulling them slightly closer together. As he worked, she probed the knots around her ankles and wrists, finding she could not get a grip on the smooth fabric nor could she get enough leverage to dig her lacquered nails into the knots to loosen them. 

He leaned back to admire his handiwork as she squirmed slightly in her bonds. He smiled down at her. "I have bound your limbs and silenced your voice," he said to her. "You belong to me now."

She shook her head and murmured a negative through the gag. "Really?" he mocked as his fingers moved to a tender place behind her left armpit. Realizing his intentions, she squirmed madly in a futile attempt to avoid them. Those fingers found that sensitive spot, beginning to tickle it. She snorted and whined as the gag muffled her uncontrolled laughter, as she contorted madly in her bonds.

The tickling stopped after an agonizing moment or two, and she fought for breath through the gag. He gently pulled the fabric away from her nostrils to help her get her breath back. When her breathing slowed again, he looked her in the eyes. "Do you belong to me or not, my dear?" he asked.

She sagged in her bonds and nodded, feeling the burning blush of shame on her cheeks as she did so. He smiled and gently caressed her cheek. "Shhh," he said tenderly. "No need for that now, although it is so very cute on you."

He slowly rolled her onto her side, and began to kiss and suckle her breasts. At the first touch of his lips and hands, she moaned wantonly, for he knew exactly how she liked it done. He swirled his tongue around each nipple until it was hard with her passion then suckled the breast while cradling it in his hands.

She gripped one of his muscular legs between her smooth and shapely thighs as he worked, feeling his erect manhood pulsing with his heartbeats against her, growing harder with each passing moment. She threw her head back and groaned lustfully through the gag, wanting so desperately to free her hands and legs that she might capture him instead in her embrace and coax him on to the climax she now so desperately wanted.

She felt him pull himself out of the vise of her thighs, only to have his fingers lightly brush her clit, making a slow circle around its edges with an expert yet gentle touch. Her back arched and her hips thrust forward as she made a small cry of surprise through her gag. He continued the motion, feeling her wetness, her desire mounting.

She begged him with her eyes for release, pleading desperately as each new touch and caress drove her that much further to the ragged edge. She wanted to orgasm so very badly now, actively struggling against the silk that secured and silenced her but to no avail. The knots were simple but solid, the silk soft yet unyielding, and his attentions were maddeningly seductive. She found herself wanting release and yet hoping for the pleasure to continue. Her body quaked in anticipation for what promised to be a cataclysmic climax.

She tried to impale herself upon his finger when he slid it inside her, her hips convulsing so hard she felt a joint pop in her shoulder. But he withdrew the finger and caressed her thighs until she had calmed down slightly, then resumed his attention upon her crotch once again.

However, this time around, his lips and tongue found her, greedily lapping up her love juices, and teasing her clit with his lips and gentle nibbles with his teeth. She heaved her hips toward him again, and he responded by forcing his tongue deep inside of her. She cried out against the gag as he plunged his tongue into her again and again, gripping her buttocks to steady her as he pleasured her.

Suddenly, he stopped, prompting a muffled cry of disappointment from her. "Easy, my love," she heard him murmur as he kissed her hip. She felt his fingers on the knots that bound her ankles, working with a hurried, almost desperate speed. Suddenly her ankles were free, his hands caressing her legs, working their way back up to her thighs.

And then he embraced her, his arms cradling her as he plunged his rigid manhood into her. She cried out against the gag as her hips involuntarily rose to meet him, taking as much of him inside as possible. As they coupled to the ancient rhythm of love, he slowly rolled onto his back, guiding her to straddle him. Once there, she began to gyrate upon his shaft, eagerly forcing herself down upon him again and again.

He moaned out his own pleasure as his hips moved in time with hers, grunting softly as he rapidly approached his own peak. He called out her name in just the right way, urging her on as his hands rode her hips and thighs. She retained just enough awareness amidst her own pleasure to feel his excitement, his joy mingling with her own as the finale began -- the last shreds of her control stripped away.

Her hips rocked as she clamped her thighs and knees around him, pinning him there as he pleasured her. The silk was no longer a prison, but a loving, lasting embrace from her lover. The passion surged from her loins in waves, each one washing through her bound body as the climax peaked. Somewhere within the rush, she lost herself, becoming one with the pleasure. And somewhere in the pleasure, she fell into exhausted, contented slumber.

When she came to herself again, the curtains of her bedroom were lit with the morning sun. Several tangled lengths of silk sash lay around her, including a damp, tightly packed mass near her head. She looked around for him, but there was no trace of her lover. "A dream," she said dejectedly to no one, "Just a dream, again."

Hot tears forming at the corners of her eyes, when suddenly she smelled coffee being brewed. Her bedroom door opened and she saw him standing there wearing a loose-fitting silk kimono style robe, holding a tray with toast, coffee cups and a carafe. She smiled at him with watery eyes as he walked toward her, closing the door in his wake. 



Turnabout



Early summer had found him on a long detail traveling and working throughout Southeast Asia. It was an all-new experience for the young American businessman, hot and sticky and crowded and sometimes primitive in comparison to what he was used to back in Chicago, not to mention being a minority for the first time. But he had greatly enjoyed being in a part of the world where a man could still gawk at women to his heart's content; and he had. Besides, the work had proven lucrative and by August he'd earned a couple of weeks to himself. Time to finally enjoy the region's exalted beaches! He'd heard again and again how they were among the world's best, and now he had nothing but time to find out. Sun and sand were best, but most of all he was after the easy Asian women he'd heard so much about. None of this politically correct silliness from back home, here a man could be a man, and stare to his heart's content. And he had every intention of ogling all he wanted. 

Asking around among the locals and other expats about just where to go, he soon settled on the east coast of Malaysia. Not so much because of what he'd heard about it as because of what he'd heard about the other options. Phuket and Bali got the highest marks for their busy tourist strips and wild nightlife -- but that was just what he didn't want. He wanted quiet time on the sand and in the water without bumping into dozens of other tourists every way he turned. All the better to admire the ladies up close and personal, and enough privacy to hit on them in peace. That was getting harder to find, of course, but a close look at a couple of tour books found him settling on one promising beach town with a name too long for him to pronounce. There was a Club Med on the way just up the road, but it wouldn't be open for another year or two. That meant two things to him: it wasn't yet commercialized, and this could be his last chance to see it before that changed. Not to mention all the lovely native ladies who would surely be ready to party with the rare white guy who showed up. 

With that settled, it was just a matter of a flight into Kuala Lumpur and then a bus out to the coast and a taxi from the nearest bus station, thirty kilometers or so away. He arrived just before dusk on a weekday, too late for a swim but with just enough light left to know he'd made the right choice: coconut trees, quaint noodle shops with electric lights catering to just a few hungry tourists, and a quiet beach road which the occasional monkey could be seen crossing casually. Though going in the water was now out of the question, he did make the very short walk across the beach road to have a good look at the secluded shore. A lovely crescent-shaped beach with tree-lined hills off on one side of the horizon and the boundless sea on the other, it would surely make for a lovely day tomorrow. He could only hope the beach would remain nearly as deserted as it was just then. Just a few bathing beauties were all he needed, and with the water not too crowded maybe he could bag one right in the surf.

And then it was back across the road to his hotel. It was a series of tiny huts, each one standing alone with the most basic of concessions, cheap and rickety but air-conditioned with a comfortable bed. That was all he needed on his first night after the trip, and he was looking forward to a leisurely sleep that would surely last well into the next morning. 

On his way through the courtyard between the huts, he saw her -- one of the pair -- for the first time. In the dim light, she was just a figure at first, albeit a delightfully shapely one, standing by one of the several laden clotheslines outside the cottages. As he drew closer, he saw the young woman was a Westerner like him, the first he'd seen in some time. She was in a bikini, collecting t-shirts and underwear off the line. He made no effort to hide his titillation at her body and the underclothes she was collecting as he walked by. 

She looked up and saw him staring at her. "Good evening," she said, in an accent he guessed was Australian. 

"Hi there," he answered, checking her out shamelessly -- it had been a very long summer, cooped up in those sterile office buildings, and after all this was politically incorrect country where a man could still be a man. Her curly brown hair was carelessly brushed in the relaxed atmosphere, but it hung pleasantly every which way, and the skimpy swimsuit hugged her firm tall body enticingly. "Looks like you're enjoying the beach, dear. You here on summer vacation?" 

"Summer vacation?" she asked. "It's winter where we come from. No, we're on holiday from work."

"Work?" he asked, surprised. "You look very young. Just the right age for a bikini like that."

She cast him a wary, uncomfortable look, which he mistook for gratitude at his flattery. "Just got in tonight," he explained with a grin. "See you there tomorrow, to share the water with me in that nice tight bikini?"

"Keep dreaming," she told him with a firm look, and turned to go back to her hut. He noticed with a thrill that there was no sign of men's clothes on the line or in her hands. Alone? With a girlfriend? He'd find out tomorrow, with any luck. 

Sure enough, he did. After a leisurely late breakfast the next morning, he made his way down to the beach and saw his new friend lounging on the sand just above the tide, attired in a different but equally revealing bikini. She was watching another young woman -- her fellow tourist, he guessed -- emerge from the water. The friend wore an even flashier suit, its silver fabric casting dazzling reflections in the bright sun, and her long red hair was streaked back as she strode out of the water. No doubt they were dying for attention from a red-blooded male like him! He made no effort at all to hide his titillation as he admired her, and soon enough he'd caught her eye as well. Her smile faded as she took in his relentless stare, and eventually her friend turned around to see him rooted to the sand, shirtless and utterly lacking in self-consciousness about his own body that was showing the signs of no time for the gym all summer -- and which was also showing the telltale sign of being turned on by the view. The brunette nodded at him and then turned back to her friend. 

He set down his beach blanket and lay down on his back, but never completely took his eyes off the two friends. He also made no effort to hide the bulge in his swimming trunks; no doubt they'd love that once they noticed it. They were now huddled closely in the sand, talking about something. He waited patiently for them to turn back to him, but they never did. Eventually they stood up, hand in hand, and waded off into the water. Playing hard to get, were they? Well, he knew how to play that game! He enjoyed the view of their barely-clad asses disappearing into the surf for as long as it was available, then finally turned to survey the rest of the scene. 

The beach was sparsely attended, just as he had hoped, and there was an unlikely mix of conservatively-dressed locals -- even women in full head-to-toe regalia -- and Westerners dressed just as skimpily as his two new friends were. He couldn't be sure if it was just his imagination, or if the few male locals had to struggle to avoid admiring the pale-skinned sunbathers with their acres of visible flesh. The idea set his imagination reeling...maybe one of those lovely ladies would finally decide she'd had enough of the sun and return to her cottage to peel off her swimsuit and play with herself in the cool air indoors, and casually forget to draw the curtains. If one of those local guys got an eyeful of that, then what? Just what contortions of contrition would he have to go through in order to save his soul? Would he even want to bother once he'd seen her charms on display? 

The wonderfully politically incorrect fantasy got him so wound up he had to run for the water to keep his last scrap of modesty intact. Safe in the water, he was free to rub himself any way he liked, and he exulted in the feeling of his rigid cock rubbing against the taut fabric of his trunks and his hand making circles around it as he splashed around just below the waterline. He looked around for his two friends, thinking he might want to join them once he'd calmed down; but they had returned to shore. He saw them toweling off, and one of them made wary eye contact with him once and then turned away just as quickly. 

Naturally, a successful young businessman like himself did not give up that easily. He kept his eye out for the lovely pair from then on, and that very evening he saw them both at the beachside restaurant where he headed after the beach for dinner. They were both resplendent in colorful sundresses, their hair now dry and combed for a change, and they were sharing a laugh over a bottle of beer when he settled himself discreetly at the next table. Confident that they would enjoy the view as much as he did, he gazed shamelessly at them just as he had done with every woman or girl he'd taken a fancy to since middle school. He was close enough to hear the redhead was also Australian, and let his mind run wild with all the rumors he'd heard about how wild Aussie gals were in the sack. He would find out for sure with one or both of them before the trip was up, that was beyond question. 

It was not to be that evening, however. He hadn't been admiring them but for a few minutes before the brunette looked up to catch his gaze. She stopped chatting about whatever topic had been on tap, and said, "Well hello again" to him.

"Good evening," he said with a grin. 

"How'd you like the beach?" she asked. 

"Loved it, thanks. Beautiful view. And the beach was lovely as well."

"Wasn't it, though." Then both of them nodded at him and turned back to their conversation, though it was far more subdued than before. He continued to regard them, a grin pasted to his face, despite their having returned to addressing only one another. 

When he hadn't looked away after a few minutes, the redhead looked up to meet his stare again. "Is something the matter?" she asked him. 

"Hardly!" he said. "Like I said, just enjoying the view. It's not often a man finds such lovely specimens as you in a place like this anymore."

The brunette snapped to attention now. "Look, sir --"

"Don't," the redhead told her, taking her hand. "It's not going to help, not here. Let's go." And without another word, they both got up and left. He once again admired the receding figures, their loud dresses swishing pleasantly around their hips and legs as they headed back for the cottages. 

He continued his voyeurism against them for the next couple of days, taking any look he could get, never even trying to hide his prurient interests. Whether it was on the beach or at the restaurant or the bar or the gift-shop down the road, he gawked at the two lovely ladies from a safe distance, not caring if they knew he was there. When they spotted him, there was an inevitable moment of uncomfortable eye contact, but neither of them spoke to him again. This did not faze him, as he was always confident that they were just building up his interest to the point where he would be as irresistible to them as they were to him. 

And he saw nearly everything. On returning to his cottage on the third evening, he very nearly caught a glimpse of the redhead taking off her bikini top in their cottage. She spotted him and yanked the curtains shut just in time, and he stood and glared shamelessly at the window for a few minutes, hoping to at least make out her silhouette through the thin cloth. He had no concerns about being reported for harassment: In a conservative country such as this, he knew he could count on the men in charge of the hotel taking his side -- who wouldn't try to get a look at such a lovely pair of breasts, and why wouldn't she appreciate his horny stares anyway? It was merely the price of being beautiful, after all.

The next day, he was confident his near-miss would at long last make for a conversational piece with his two new friends. That was all he needed to finally get an in with one or both of them. But he got off to a slow start thanks to a leisurely brunch at the hotel with a few too many spiked mango juices, and on his arrival at the beach in midafternoon, he found they weren't around. Nor were there any other Westerners on the sand or in the water that he could see, though one local family was sitting up the beach looking discreetly away from him. Though disappointed that his two friends weren't around, he found the relative solitude appealing. It gave him a chance to do something he'd wanted to try ever since that very horny dip in the water on the first day. The water had felt so good, but his trunks had felt horribly in the way in that ever-so-sensuous moment, and he'd hoped for a chance at just a bit of privacy ever since. Now, at last, he had it. 

He spread out his blanket carefully, just above the tideline so it wouldn't be a long walk into the water, and sat down for a modicum of privacy. Looking up the way at the local family on the sand, he waited until he was sure they weren't paying him any mind, and slipped his trunks off. The warm sun felt delightful on his bare cock, which was now springing to attention due to the sheer forbiddenness of it all, and at first he just sat there and exulted in the wonderful freedom. Another wary glance up at the folks up the beach, and a look out at the water to gauge how quickly he could get safely beneath the waves, and gingerly he stood up. Keeping his back turned in case one of the locals noticed him, he ran awkwardly sideways for the water. 

Sure enough, one of the locals did notice, and he knew it because he heard someone's shrieking laughter before the water was deep enough for him to throw himself in. But his mild embarrassment was well worth it as he felt the clean, cool water envelop him completely. With nothing weighing him down, he was free to exult completely in the sensation against every inch of his skin. This was fine! Any unwanted attention he was still getting from the family on the beach was easily ignored; he simply didn't look in their direction. They'd get over seeing him, and he cared little about having been seen. 

Naturally, he lost all track of time as he frolicked uninhibitedly in the water. Occasionally he was aware of other people in the water, but they were far away enough to be unaware of his nudity. His privacy thusly assured, he enjoyed himself for an hour or more before he had finally worked up the nerve to look for the family on the beach. When he did, to his relief they were gone. Better yet, he finally saw his two friends. As the sun was beginning to sink into the watery horizon, their timing couldn't have been better! Soon enough it would be dark enough to provide one or both of them the privacy for some playtime with him. The redhead was once again wearing her silver bikini, while the brunette was in a green one. They were approaching his section of the beach, but he felt safe in assuming they would keep their distance when they saw his blanket. He preferred it that way, of course, because they didn't need to see him like this. It was all well and good for him to drink in their beauty, but he knew all about what women thought of men's bodies. He'd heard it all so very many times before. And of course he didn't care to be stared at even with his clothes on, much less with them off. The great thing about being a man, he always figured, was no one wanted to stare at him. 

He, of course, wanted his usual look at them while it was available, so he had no qualms about staring at them from his safe point in the water. And so it was that his titillation turned to mild concern as he saw they did not stop at a respectable distance, and then to strong concern as he realized they seemed to be heading straight for his blanket, and then to outright panic as he saw the both of them smiling back at him for once. Had they discovered his secret? If they hadn't yet, they surely would when they got to his blanket and saw his trunks discarded there. 

A few moments later, he knew that they knew. They finally tore their gazes away from him and to his blanket. Helplessly he watched as the brunette bent over his blanket and picked up his trunks, and waved them at him while the redhead laughed out loud. To his horror, the brunette folded up his trunks and stuffed them into her beach bag. The redhead followed suit with his blanket, and for good measure she discovered his room key where he'd hidden it in the sand underneath and put that away as well. Were they going to take his stuff back to their room and leave him high and dry in the water?

Not yet, anyway, he soon realized. They both set their bags down at the far edge of the beach, and hand in hand they jogged into the surf, both grinning ear to ear at him. Did they have no mercy? Did they even realize the position they were putting him in? To add insult to injury, he looked down to see he was rock hard. Thinking about it now, he recalled hearing erections were sometimes caused by fear, something he had never before experienced. But there was no question that he was experiencing it now. 

What would they think of the matter, though? Would they misunderstand and think he still wanted to play?

He was about to find out. 

The redhead got to him first, and she stopped about six feet in front of him. Just out of his reach, he realized, though he couldn't think what he might do if he could reach her anyway. "Well hello!" she said, shamelessly looking at his exposed hard penis beneath the water line. "Nice view."

"Indeed," agreed the brunette as she paddled up beside her friend. "About time we got a look, isn't it?"

"What did you do to my stuff?!" he demanded indignantly. "Don't you realize the position this puts me in?"

"Quite well, I'd say," replied the brunette. 

"Indeed," said her friend. "But after all, fair's fair."

"What do you mean?!" he snapped. "How on earth is it fair that you stole my things and left me naked in the water and locked out of my room?"

"Well, let's see," mused the brunette with a wicked grin. "All week you've been gawking at us like a couple of slabs of meat, when you never even asked our names -- and I assure you, sir, you're not going to learn them now -- and last night you did all you could to see us naked in the privacy of our own hotel room."

"You have an entitlement streak a mile wide," continued the redhead, "and you clearly don't have any concerns beyond your next hard-on, do you?"

"Well, at least he's got that for now, hasn't he?" chimed in the brunette.

"That's not what you think!" he stammered. "It's...it's..."

"Fear? Humiliation?" suggested the brunette.

"Looks that way to me all right," said the redhead, "But maybe he's learning something too. What do you think?"

"I'm not that optimistic," answered her friend. "Putting up with guys like this ever since I first grew tits can do that to a gal, you know?"

"I sure do! When was the last time you walked into a pub alone and didn't get hooted at or worse?"

"Why, I don't believe it's ever happened," the brunette said. "In fact, I usually don't go in unless I have a guy friend with me for that very reason."

"If we give him back his bathing suit and keys, he'll probably go back to his old tricks," the redhead mused. "He'll still be a man, and this will just be one nasty little memory. Not a fact of life like it is for us."

"We can always hope for the best, though," the brunette said. "Maybe if we make sure he never, ever forgets this..."

Throughout their conversation, the two women never looked at each other, but rather kept their eyes glued to his mercilessly exposed body. At the last comment, he interjected, "I can promise you I never will forget it! Look, I see your point. I get it, I'm a pig. I'm sorry!"




Turnabout



"Are you really?" asked the redhead, "or do you just want your clothes and keys back?"

"Don't bother answering her," the brunette chimed in. "I'll be frank with you here, whoever you are. The way you've been gawking at us all week, I wouldn't believe you even if you really are sorry. I've known too many guys like you before who think women aren't people, we're sex objects."

"So if you treat me like a sex object, are we even?" he sputtered, suddenly aware that he'd been twisting around beneath the water in a vain effort to cover up. 

The redhead laughed. "You'd like that, though, wouldn't you?"

"To tell you the truth, I think I would too," the brunette said, turning to her friend for the first time. "I mean, why shouldn't we have a little fun? It's not the end of the world if he enjoys his punishment a bit too. Might make a lesson sink in, even."

"Just what are you thinking, then?" asked the redhead.

"Come here," her friend said, and they waded a few yards toward the shore, both keeping an eye on him. While he waited and hoped for a chance at escape, he finally gave up on the silly twisting and stood chest-deep in the water. He couldn't hear a word they whispered, but the bemused twinkle in their eyes made it clear they were agreeing on a plan of some sort. Scared and humiliated though he was, he couldn't have denied being curious about what was to happen next. 

He got a clue soon enough. Their conversation over, the two women took a few steps back from one another and, to his further bewilderment, both pulled their bikini panties down and stood barebottom in the shallow water. Both were neatly groomed, though the redhead's bush appeared slightly larger and thicker from where he stood. Perhaps his "punishment" wouldn't be so bad after all. 

"We've decided to make you a deal," the brunette announced, smiling confidently through her new vulnerability. She beckoned him closer to where they stood, and he now found himself fully exposed in the hazy late afternoon sunlight. To his relief there was no one else on the beach; but he wondered if it would stay that way before he could make his escape.

"You say you're sorry you treated us like sex objects," continued the redhead, also utterly lacking in modesty with her womanhood on full display. "That's nice. Just to prove it, though, you can be our sex object."

"We have three things you need," the brunette said. "You can buy them back by giving us orgasms. Make each of us cum once, and we'll give you back your key. Twice, and you can have your blanket. Three times for your trunks."

"But you can't use your dick," added the redhead. "I don't want that in me, and it's not about your pleasure anyway. This is strictly for our pleasure."

"You have until we get bored," concluded the brunette. "If we haven't both cum three times by then, we keep what's left and you're on your own for getting back to your room."

"You bitches," he grumbled. "When I get back to my room I'm going to call the police."

"And tell them you didn't want to mess around with two beautiful ladies like us?" teased the brunette. "Yeah, they'll believe that."

"Especially if any of them have noticed how you've been checking us out," added the redhead.

"You..." he began, excruciatingly aware that they were probably right. 

The brunette spread her legs a bit and rubbed her vulva enticingly. "Oh, gosh, I hope I don't get bored," she said with a smirk. 

Seeing no alternative, he stepped up and reluctantly placed his right hand amidst her fingers, which she then withdrew. Hands on her hips, she looked down at his hand as he flailed inexpertly all through her trimmed pubes. His touch was rough and haphazard, and she felt a mildly pleasant tickle but nothing that promised any buildup. "How is his touch?" asked the redhead, stepping over for a closer look.

"I'll bet he couldn't find my clit with a roadmap," the brunette answered. 

"Would you care to guide me, then?" he snapped.

"That wasn't part of the deal," she replied with a nasty smile.

He really wanted the matter settled. With a frustrated sigh, he lightened his touch and rubbed slowly further downward until he felt her lips parting. At long last, she let out a gasp. "That's more like it," she admitted. Feeling the telltale wet hardness, he rubbed a bit harder. Too hard, as it turned out, for she wiggled away. "Oh dear, too intense!" she exclaimed.

"I take it you're not bored, at least," the redhead chimed in. "I'm afraid I'm getting there, though."

"Look at me, Mister ambidextrous," he said with a sarcastic snap in his voice, and he reached over to tickle her bush gently with his left hand. With his right, he once again tried for a gentle touch with the brunette. 

This time he seemed to get it right, for his gentle caresses on her clit soon had her breathing heavily in approval. The redhead, for her part, was laughing and wiggling at his touch, but she showed no sign of feeling anything more intense yet. He tried to reach in with her as well, but the angle was a problem, or maybe he just wasn't coordinated enough to rub them both the right way at the same time. Wanting at least one orgasm out of the way, he gave up on anything more than tickling the redhead for the moment, as the brunette's breathing was now growing harder and louder. Sensing she was close, he reached two fingers gently inside and rubbed behind her clit.

It worked. "Oh! Ohmigod! Ohhhhh...!" She pulled his hand back as the sensation once again grew too intense. "Thank you," she sighed.

"One down, five to go," said the redhead. He now turned his attention to her, his anger having mostly given way to titillation by then, and pressed the palm of his left hand up tight against her bush. Having learned his lesson from her friend, he now went straight for the penetration. Was her vagina a bit tighter than her friend's, or was it his left hand that made the difference? He didn't care, but the idea that they felt just a bit different amused him. So did the redhead's louder and faster moans. Maybe he was better with his left hand than his right? She was hanging onto his arm for balance in no time, and he could see through her bikini top that her nipples were rock-hard. He leaned in for a gentle suck on her left breast, ignoring the salty taste of the fabric to lick as best he could, while rubbing faster below. When he drew back to take a breath, she was moaning in approval. 

"Four to go," announced the brunette, and he turned around to see she had removed her top. 

"Three," the redhead corrected breathlessly. "Good job," she admitted to him.

"I'm jealous!" the brunette was grinning as she said it, but then she warned him, "That's not a good thing, sir."

He leaned down to splash water on his hands, and took the brunette's hint -- and her breasts. Rubbing carefully on both of them, he planted kisses on both nipples in turn and was rewarded with some pleasant cooing. He sensed her wiggling around, and opened his eyes to see her thrusting her hips. Hurriedly he cupped his right hand against her vulva once again, this time knowing just where and how to reach in. Careful not to bite, he sucked harder on each of her nipples in turn while rubbing down below. 

He heard her breathing harder and louder, but she hadn't reached the climax just yet when the redhead appeared at her side. "You've got one hand free there, and I'm getting a little bored," she warned him. 

Figuring the ordeal was nearly done, he guided her around behind her friend so they were ass-to-ass, and stood up straight. From this angle he could easily finger them both at the right angle, and he had to admit that having one hand in each of them at the same time was a wonderful sensation in spite of everything. He'd been right, they did indeed feel a bit different from one another. As the redhead had already proven herself more prone to climaxing, he let his left hand go on auto-pilot while rubbing harder on the brunette's sweet spot. With any luck, he could get them both to go off the deep end at the same time. He knew he'd gauged it correctly just before it happened: first the brunette and then the redhead clamped down tightly on his fingers and let out delighted shrieks in stereo. With a final flourish, he rubbed his thumb over each of their clits before withdrawing his fingers, eliciting a laugh from the brunette and a gasp from the redhead. 

Triumphantly he knelt down into the water and rinsed his hands off. It had been kind of fun after all, though he was desperately in need of a wank...as soon as he got his clothes back and returned to the safety of his cottage. "Okay," he declared, straightening up. "I'll take my stuff now, please."

"Keys and blanket coming up," said the brunette, slipping her panties back on. 

"And?" he asked warily.

"And I only came twice, remember?" she replied, turning to the redhead for help with tying up her bikini top.

"What?!" He was indignant. "But just before she joined in behind you..."

"I didn't hear an orgasm out of her that time," chimed in the redhead. "I came three times, but the deal was for both of us."

"For fuck's sake!" he snapped. "Why didn't you tell me? I could've made you cum again!"

"Respectfully, I don't think you could have," said the brunette over her shoulder as she sloshed through the low tide. "Besides," she added, "I was getting bored."

"Yeah, two out of three isn't half bad," teased the redhead, following her friend. 

"This wasn't part of the deal!" he whined. "How was I supposed to know you didn't cum that time?"

"A woman's body is a wonderland of mysteries," the brunette said. "You should be grateful you got to explore two of them this afternoon." She pulled his room key out of her bag and threw it into the water, and he was forced to lunge after it lest it be washed out to sea. "It's not your place to demand even more when you've received such a delightful gift already!"

"And now that you've done your bit, you can go," the redhead added. She carried the blanket down to the waterline where he stood naked and irate in the ankle-deep water. Just as he reached out to take the blanket from her, she tossed it over his head and it splashed into the water. For one last twist of the knife, she teased, "We'll call you!"

The brunette took her friend by the hand. "Come on now, let's go back to the room. I'm feeling frustrated with that missed orgasm and I could use some help." And the two of them sauntered triumphantly off up the beach, arms around one another's back and laughing together. 

He gathered the blanket out of the water and tried to wring it out. It was too big and unwieldy and heavy with water, and he gave in and wrapped himself in the sopping mess. Miserable but decent, he made his way up to the dry sand, but did not start back for the cottages until he had seen the two friends disappear inside. While he waited he admired their receding rear ends as they swayed back and forth in unison, torn between admiration and fear that they would look back and return for more trouble. 

When at last the coast was clear, he started for the cottages. He made it to the road undetected, but while he was crossing it a few young women spilled out of the bar and saw him. An awkward silence prevailed for just a moment, then the tipsy friends burst into laughter at him. He was beyond shame, and just looked straight ahead at the beautiful sight of his cottage door and blessed privacy beyond, drawing laughs and dripping saltwater all the way across the grounds until he got there.

Safe inside at last, he tossed the smelly wet blanket in the bathtub -- he could figure out how to pack it later -- and rushed to the window to close the curtains. Across the way he could see the two friends' curtain was drawn, but he instinctively looked away anyhow. He was alone, locked in safe, and the air conditioning was welcome on his burned skin. As that welcome realization washed over him, the memory of fingering both friends at once came flooding back to him. His cock snapped to attention, and an unlikely smile spread across his reddened face.



Turnabout



My husband doesn't think I'm very smart. And I have to admit that for a long time I thought he was right. After all he was making good money and when I tried to get a job after John, our son, left for college I ended up bagging groceries in the local supermarket. Not very impressive. 

Hubby was horrified to learn that his wife was stuffing cans of tomatoes and bags of chips into the plastic sacks of his clientele, among others.

"Honey, you don't have to work. I make plenty," he said.

"I'm not doing it for the money," I said. "I was going stir crazy. John's gone and when you're home you spend most of your time on your computer."

"Honey, you know how hard it is to stay on top," he said. "I've told you enough times. Those punk kids want to run over my ass. Gary and Caroline especially. So I have to go the extra mile."

"I know, I know," I said. "But that means I'm alone most of the time. I had to get out."

He grumbled for awhile, and pouted, but after a couple of weeks we'd settled into a routine.

It took me a couple of weeks to get used to being in the workforce again after spending years at home. But I began to relax and chat with the customers. Some of the men even flirted with me.

I started talking with one of the checkers when we took breaks together. She spotted the romance novel I'd brought and that led to an enthusiastic discussion of all the books we'd read by the same author. We learned that our tastes were very similar.

On the surface Rita and I were an unlikely pair. She was ten years younger, had been divorced twice and was currently single, raising a ten-year-old daughter. I 'd been a mother and housewife for over twenty years, married to the same man. She had tattoos and openly spoke her mind. I held my tongue, never swore, and looked like I should be home baking cookies. And yet we recognized that there was a bond between us. Our friendship grew deeper each day.

Less than a month after we'd met we were spending time together outside of work and sharing the nitty gritty facts of our lives. It was during one of these klatches over coffee that I told her about my husband's opinion of my intellect.

"Jesus Cheryl," she said. "You're one of the smartest women I know. I look up to you. I don't know what he's talking about."

That made me stop and think. Up until that time I'd never really questioned Bill's assertions. And I realized that I'd gotten some of the same messages from my parents. But Rita's words stuck with me.

Nearly four months later Rita came breezing into work with a pamphlet in her hand. It turned out to be the catalog for the community college.

"We're going back to school, girl," she said when we had time to talk in the break room. "Get out of this dead end crap job." 

My first reaction was fear. Gut wrenching fear. I stared at her.

"We're going to learn computers," she said.

It took her over a week to talk me into taking one of the classes. I kept telling her what a miserable student I'd been in high school. And she would say, "I don't care about what happened in high school. I know you can handle this."

But what tipped the balance was Bill's reaction after I hesitantly told him of our plan. He put on what I called his "wise" face. "Honey, do you really think that's a good idea?" He said. "You know you barely got through high school. College is a lot harder." We'd been high school sweethearts so he'd seen my failures first hand.

However, instead of cowing me, as it would have done in the past, it made me mad. "That was a long time ago," I said. "And anyway, if I don't try I'll never know."

A couple of days later he tried a different angle. "Honey, I don't know if we've really got enough money for you to be going to college, things are tight right now."

But it was too late. Rita and I had already enrolled.

The first A was a huge surprise. And it was the only A in the class. I'd worked hard to prepare for that first test but still it almost seemed like a fluke. But the A's kept coming. And I learned that I loved working with computers.

"Didn't I say you could do this?" Rita said one evening as we studied in her mobile home while her daughter did her own homework across the table from us. It really didn't seem to bother her that I was doing better in the class than she was.

"Oh Rita, I am so glad you pushed me into this. I'd never have done it on my own," I said. We enjoyed an emotional moment together, both of us getting teary eyed.

That was only a week before I worked up the courage to turn on Bill's computer while he was away in order to practice my new skills. A week before my life changed utterly.

I was simply thinking of it as a computer. And I'd assumed that the time he spent on it was devoted to work. Silly me. Before taking the class I really hadn't realized what the Internet age was all about. I'd heard a lot about it, of course, but it hadn't sunk in. So I thought of my darling husband as being incredibly devoted to his job.

I was so proud of myself. I turned it on and waited for the Desktop to load. And once it did I examined what was there. It felt so good to know what I was looking at. 

The first folder that caught my attention was entitled "Pictures". Oh, how nice, I thought. Maybe he's got some pictures of me and the kids. So I clicked on it. Three more folders. "New." "Old." And, "Friends". Oh, he's got some photos of our friends, I thought. I clicked on it. More folders. Women's names. Not one I recognized. Hmmm. I clicked on "Darlene".

You'd have to be as obtuse and sheltered as I had been to understand the effect of what I saw next. "Darlene" was naked. Not only was "Darlene" naked but she was displaying everything she had with a big grin on her face. I could practically look up her vagina and see her tonsils. And her breasts were way bigger than mine.

I felt as if Arnold Schwarzenegger had just slammed me in the head with a 4x4. My first reaction was to curl up and whimper. That lasted for about two hours. And then I started to get mad.

"Goddamn motherfucker," I said. Out loud. For almost the first time in my life. "Goddamn asshole sonofabitch motherfucker." Hey! This felt kind of good. I sat at the computer. Ranting. And opened every one of those folders. It was all basically the same thing. I was cursing so hard I was getting drops of spit on the screen.

I called Rita and said, "Get your ass over here pronto." There was a long silence on the other end of the line.

"I'll be right there," she said finally.

Her eyes were huge, staring at me, when I opened the door to let her in. I snarled something from between clenched teeth and stomped back down the hall to Bill's study. I showed her everything. Every cunt. Every tit. Every smiling face.

"I've seen her around town," she said a couple of times.

Both of us recognized Caroline.

I was exhausted by the time we were finished. We both sat there slumped in silence staring at the final photo. "Josie," in intimate detail.

"Your asshole husband hit on me a couple of weeks ago," Rita said. "I wasn't going to tell you. He waited until you were in the bathroom and came slithering out. I shut him down."

We sat there staring at "Josie's" spread vulva.

"I don't know what to do," I said. After what seemed like hours.

Rita took my hand and gave it a little squeeze. 

Finally I shut down the computer and walked with her to the door. I shuffled along like an old woman.

"Are you going to be okay?" She asked.

"Yeah," I said. I tried to smile but I could see by the look on her face that it wasn't working. "Yeah," I said again. "I just need to absorb this shit." She looked at me with obvious concern. "Don't worry, I'm not going to shoot myself. I promise." At last she left.

I walked down the hall and fell into bed. And slept for twelve hours straight.

I awoke with the rudiments of a plan of action stirring in my brain. As I lay there, slowly making the shift into full consciousness, I assessed my situation. I had to admit to myself that, although I hadn't seen the direct evidence of my husband's betrayal of our marriage before yesterday, I'd known it was there. The heart of our partnership had stopped beating a long time ago.

I asked myself how deeply I cared. And the answer shocked me. I didn't care very much at all. I suddenly realized that what had unsettled me most the day before was not the evidence of my husband's philandering but the cold hard truth that I would now have to do something to take control of my own life. And that was an idea that scared the hell out of me. I wasn't quite ready to face that one yet.

My strongest feeling was one of curiosity. I wanted to know who my husband really was. It was obvious to me now that he was not the man I thought I'd known.

As I sat up on the edge of the bed I felt Bill's presence in the house. My heart started hammering. I felt like a spy preparing to parachute behind enemy lines. I got up, took off the clothes I'd worn to bed, and took a shower.

Bill was in his office, sitting at his computer.

"Hey," I said, standing by the door in my bathrobe.

"Hey yourself," he said. 

I noticed that he quickly clicked out of the window he was in. Something I'd never paid attention to before.

"Are you okay?" He asked. "You were dead to the world when I got home last night. I tried waking you up but you just told me to go away."

"I don't remember that at all," I said. "I just felt really tired for some reason."

I sensed that he wanted me to leave. His fingers tapped on the edge of the keyboard.

"Well, I think I'll get myself something to eat," I said, and turned to go. "Oh, by the way, I got another A in my computer class," I said over my shoulder.

"That's great honey," he called out.

I smiled to myself, baring my teeth like a hungry lioness. 

Each time Bill left the house, in the weeks and months that followed, I spent every spare moment rummaging through his computer. At first, because of my lack of knowledge, it was a slow convoluted business. But with every passing day my knowledge grew. Our instructor at the college, a young man not much older than my son, didn't know what to make of some of my questions which were far beyond the level of the class.

"Are you planning to become a hacker Mrs. Snyder?" He asked me on more than one occasion.

"Maybe," I would say with a smile.

I had mixed feelings about the revelations I encountered in my search. It became clear in reading his emails and IM archives that he was adept at stringing women along, telling them what they wanted to hear at precisely the right moment. It was very painful to recall how well these techniques had worked on me for over twenty years. I began to cast a very cold eye on everything he said and did.

One thing that surprised me was the fact that almost all the women were aware that he was married. Some, of course, including Caroline, even knew me personally. But he gave them the impression that our marriage was a hollow shell that teetered on the brink of divorce. There was more truth in that than he probably realized. Several of the women, I could see, were actively engaged in pushing our fragile relationship the last stubborn inch and into the void.

I didn't come off too well in these emails and messages. That hurt. A lot. He tended to portray me as a heartless bitch too stupid to comprehend the true value of his poetic soul. Those are my words but that was the gist. 

It did hurt. But in other ways it was very freeing. If he could misrepresent the truth of our marriage so easily for such selfish reasons what was there to fight for? What was there to save?

I began looking at men again. Really looking. I'd been nonplussed by the men who'd flirted with me when I'd first started bagging groceries at Barney's. I couldn't understand why they were interested. But I was beginning to get a glimmer. And I started flirting back.

Rita was delighted. When she saw it happen she'd make big eyes at me and grin. One day one of the regulars asked me out for coffee.

"I don't think my husband would approve," I said, shaken by the invitation. He shrugged his shoulders, nodded, and left.

"Your husband's fucking every woman who'll spread her legs for him," Rita said in a harsh undertone when there was a moment of privacy.

"I didn't know what to say," I said.

"Yes, would have been good," she said.

A couple of days later he was back. "I apologize if I put you on the spot the other day," he said. "I really was just asking you out for coffee. Nothing more."

"And I've been doing some thinking," I said. "I'd like to go out for coffee with you, as long as I can have iced tea instead." He laughed and we quickly worked out the details. Rita was grinning like a demon.

As the appointed hour approached I became more and more nervous. If Rita hadn't been there, pushing from behind, I would have backed out. But in the end I was there and so was he.

It took me awhile to settle down. He carried the burden of the conversation at first, asking questions, drawing me out. But soon we were chatting away like old friends. And all at once I realized I was having fun.

He touched my back, guiding me through the door, as we left the restaurant and I felt warm tingles of desire flow into my tummy. My legs went weak. I was disappointed when he simply said goodnight after walking me to my car.

I sat there for a long time after he'd walked away, savoring the secret glow inside. I could tell he wanted me. I didn't need him to say so, or kiss me, to know that. A part of me that had been asleep for a very long time was waking up. My nipples ached and pushed into my bra; my crotch throbbed with a feeling of fullness. I wanted more.

My new friend, however, was too circumspect and polite. And I was too shy. Rita urged me to make the first move but I couldn't.

It took another man entirely to take advantage of the fires that the first one had set. This was a man I'd seen at the college. It turned out that he was an instructor who had a class at the same time as the computer class Rita and I attended. She and I would often arrive early and spend time in the snack shop at the student union and, more times than not, he would be there too, writing in a notebook and drinking coffee.

He'd caught my attention the first day I saw him. I liked his hair, for one thing, dark blond, thick and wavy. He wore it longer than most men his age. And there was a solitude about him, an intensity, that was unusual.

I was about the last woman I would expect a man like him to find attractive.

But something changed inside me once I began meeting with Tom, my first man friend. That deep part of me that had slept so long was now fully awake and looking around. Aching with hunger. 

The way it happened was like some old cliché. But it was not something I planned. I was walking to the snack counter, pulling my billfold out of my purse, and snagged an envelope which fell on the floor. Right in front of the table where he was sitting. He stood up to assist me and I bent over. The moment I grasped the envelope I realized he could see down my blouse. I straightened up quickly, my face hot, and looked at him.

He was gazing at me with a slight smile. Our eyes met. "Thank you, that was nice," he said.

I wanted to run away. "What do you mean?" I said.

His smile got bigger. He gave a faint shrug, as if to dismiss the question. "I've seen you here before," he said.

I nodded. "Well, I've got to get my iced tea," I said.

He nodded, still standing. My legs were shaking as I continued to the counter. I didn't look at him as I passed his table on the way back to the one I was sharing with Rita. I collapsed in my chair, my back to him. I could see from her expression that she'd seen the whole thing. She was looking at me with that evil grin. A second later her eyes shifted to a point above my head.

"Do you mind if I join you?" His voice rumbled behind me.

"Sure," Rita said, pulling out a chair.

And that's how it started.

He introduced himself as James Durbin and said that he taught several English classes including a writing class which was why he was here this evening. At first he and Rita did all the talking but after awhile I joined in. All too soon it was time for class.

"Let's get together afterwards," he said, looking at me. Rita stood for a moment with her books in her arms and then turned and walked towards the classroom.

I felt panicky. "I don't know."

"Please," he said.

The newly awakened part of me was jumping up and down like an excited child on Christmas morning. "Okay," I said with a rush of breath.

He was standing beside the door of the computer lab when Rita and I came out after our teacher had dismissed us. Rita took one look at him and, with a hasty goodnight, shot down the hallway. Leaving me to face him alone. 

I have no recollection of what we talked about. All I know is that suddenly we were standing next to my car. There was a moment of hesitation and then his lips were on mine.

I was still holding my books so it was awkward. But wonderful. He kissed me gently but with an urgent insistence. His tongue teased my lips and I opened my mouth. Then his hands were touching my breasts. I heard myself mewing like a kitten.

He pulled away and I stood there, panting. 

"Come to my place," he said. 

I could feel my thighs quivering. "Okay," I said.

I got into my car, feeling my lower lips sliding together, and watched him walk to his car. A minute later I was following his taillights. My brain refused to function. My body, on the other hand, was in a frenzy. The only thought my mind could form was, I'm about to get laid.

By the time we got to his house, however, my blood had cooled and I was having some misgivings. I realized how little I really knew about him. Fears began creeping in. He pulled into his driveway. I parked at the curb in front but didn't shut off the engine. He got out of his car and looked in my direction. I sat tight.

He waited for about a minute and then ambled down the drive. I opened my window a couple of inches.

"Having second thoughts?" He said.

I nodded.

"It's okay, Cheryl," he said. "I really do like you. We don't have to do this tonight. Let's get together at the college and we can get to know each other better."

I sat there.

"Or you could take a chance on trusting me when I say I really am a nice guy."

A minute later I turned off the engine. It suddenly seemed very quiet. He stood watching me.

"It's your decision," he said.

I got out of the car and locked the door. He touched me lightly, guiding me towards the house. I was praying I wasn't making a huge mistake. He opened the front door and ushered me in. 

"Would you like some wine?" He asked, turning on the light. We were standing in the living room.

I nodded, looking around. Lots of bookshelves. And no sign of a woman's touch. The place was more or less clean but books and magazines were scattered on every flat surface.

"Make yourself at home," he said, moving towards the kitchen. 

I sat down on the couch, listening to the sounds he was making, with my arms crossed under my breasts.

He emerged from the kitchen a moment later with two wineglasses. He handed me one of them over the back of the couch and then came around to sit beside me. We chatted awkwardly for several minutes and then he reached out to take my wineglass and put both glasses on the coffee table. All at once I was finding it difficult to breathe.

He moved closer and our lips came together. His lips were soft and warm. And he was so gentle. His hands began to slide over my body. The tension I'd been feeling evaporated.

"Oh," I said.

"Mmmm," he murmured into my mouth. He offered his tongue and I sucked on it, tasting him.

My legs seemed to open of their own accord and his right hand began easing up my thigh. When his fingers encountered the crotch of my pantyhose he gave a grunt of frustration. With some fumbling I managed to lift my bottom off the couch long enough for him to hook his fingers into the waistband and pull the whole thing down. He yanked off my shoes and a second later my legs were bare and he was pushing them open and flipping up my skirt.




Turnabout



"Oh yeah," he said as two of his fingers slid into my wetness. Our eyes met and locked. It was gratifying to see that his feelings were equally intense. And then he bent down and replaced his fingers with his mouth and tongue.

No doubt most people in this day and age would find the idea of a 43-year-old woman who'd never experienced oral sex absurd. But that was the case. My husband had never done it to me and he was the only man I'd been with. I'd read a lot about it though and seen it done in porn movies. Mmmm, I thought as I felt James' tongue make contact, this could be interesting. 

Boy did that turn out to be an understatement. At first I felt uncomfortable, wondering if he'd dislike the smell and taste of me down there. But it was soon so obvious he was thoroughly enjoying himself that I relaxed. It was different from any other kind of stimulation I'd ever experienced. In some ways softer and less focused but in other ways very intimate and more intense. It was only later, after I'd been with other lovers, that I learned that James had a special talent. 

He seemed to be able to read my responses and kept pushing me right to the edge of orgasm without pushing me over. I was caught on a treadmill of thrilling frustration.

I loved the way his tongue would nuzzle among the folds of my inner lips, moving slowly upwards until the tip was dancing around my clitoris. Then he'd move down again until his hyperactive tongue was buried deep inside my vagina. I was lost in the sensations.

Finally he worked two of his fingers inside me and began sucking and licking my clitoris. He did this with such exaggerated wet lip smacking noises that I started laughing. And coming. I usually don't make much noise during sex but this time I did. It was kind of embarrassing.

"Oh my God," I said when I could speak. "That was amazing."

"Glad you liked it," he said.

"You're the first man who's ever done that to me."

I had to laugh at the expression on his face.

"Yeah, I know," I said. "Kind of hard to believe isn't it?"

He leaned over and kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips. I liked it. Another first. Then he stood up and pulled off his shirt. I lay there watching, my legs still spread. He was hairier than my husband. Next he kicked his shoes off and unbuckled his belt. My heart beat faster. Moments later I was holding the second hard penis I'd held in my life.

He was now wrestling me out of my clothes. I was preoccupied with his penis. It was bigger than my husband's. Not huge, but nice. Once we were both naked he took my hand and led me into the bedroom.

I was expecting him to jump on me once we were on the bed. But he didn't. He kissed me and ran his hands over my body as if he thought it was something precious. I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the tenderness of his kiss and touch of his hands. I felt cherished.

After what seemed like hours of this cuddling he pulled away, opened the drawer of his nightstand, and fished out a condom. Then he was gently spreading my legs and moving into position between them. The sensation of feeling his penis sliding all the way up inside me was indescribable. 

I couldn't help but compare. Being with James was so different. He was completely there, interacting with me, looking into my eyes, responding to my shifting moods. I realized that sex with my husband had dwindled down to a passionless rubbing together of bodies. This was like finding a sumptuous smorgasbord after years of eating straw.

I'm afraid I went a little crazy. I couldn't leave his penis alone. Twice I sucked him hard again after he'd come. James was laughing at my enthusiasm, but he wasn't complaining. We tried every position we could think of. I'd never liked doggystyle with my husband but I did with James. And I learned that I absolutely loved being on top.

"Jesus, woman, stop, stop," James said at last, pushing my hand away from his limp, and inflamed, nub of manhood. "We'll do this again, I promise." 

We cuddled for awhile, my head resting on his chest, and then, with great reluctance, I began getting ready to leave. James walked me out to my car, gave me a long hug, and kissed me goodbye.

I was enveloped in the warm afterglow of loving when I walked through the door of the house where my husband and I lived. I wasn't prepared for what happened next.

"Where in hell have you been?" My husband shouted from the shadows in the living room.

I stopped dead. The cloud of delight shriveled somewhat but didn't dissipate entirely. "I've been having the most wonderful sex I've ever had in my life," I said.

"What!" My husband screamed.

I repeated what I'd said. The excrement hit the whirling blades. About time.

It was a very long night. My husband ranted. My husband raved. My husband foamed at the mouth. My husband tried to fuck me, but didn't succeed. I did some screaming of my own. But I didn't say a word about knowing about his many girlfriends. 

Finally I did something I'd never done, something I couldn't have imagined doing a few months before. As the sun began filling the eastern sky I walked out and drove to Rita's trailer. 

After several hours of fitful sleep I got up and made coffee. Rita and her daughter weren't there. As I sat at the table, half awake, a plan began to form in my mind. I started to giggle. By the time I'd finished two cups of the hot brew I was raring to put it into action.

I drove to our house and saw that, as I'd suspected, my husband's car was gone. I let myself in and went straight to his computer. In a matter of minutes I'd written out the email I'd composed in my head. It took me awhile to find all the addresses I needed but in less than three hours I was done. I carefully erased my tracks.

After the emails were sent I walked through the house. It made me so sad to think of all the years that this had been my home. When I'd been happy here. But that was over.

Rita was home when I got back to her trailer and I told her what I'd done. She stared at me and then shook her head, grinning.

"I'd love to see his face," she said.

"Then you're invited," I said.

The next morning I called my husband soon after we'd eaten breakfast. It took some persuading but he finally agreed to meet me at a restaurant downtown for lunch. Rita and I were both full of nervous energy, pacing around like a couple of hungry cats.

As we walked into the restaurant several minutes early five pairs of eyes locked on us in shock. I could feel their consternation hit me like a heat wave. Hmmm, I thought as we sat down facing the door, not everyone but this should be enough.

I raised my hand as my husband entered and he started walking in our direction. He was in the middle of the room before he became aware of the other women. He looked around furtively, with a perplexed expression.

"Shall we ask your other friends to join us?" I asked as he approached, raising my voice so everyone could hear.

"My other friends?" He said. 

"Well, Josie, and Caroline, and Heather, and Darlene, and Cindy over there." I know it's impolite to point but I wasn't feeling all that civilized.

He gaped at me.

"What the hell is going on here you bastard," Darlene said. "Why'd you send me that email?"

"What email?" He said, looking at me.

"The email that stated that our marriage is over and you wanted to start a new life with your one and only love," I said.

"Who are these other people?" Cindy said.

He turned and began walking quickly towards the door. Josie grabbed his arm with both hands.

"You said you loved me," she said.

Darlene stood up to confront him.

We left him to his Furies.

"You know what?" I said to Rita as we walked out the door. "I don't think my husband's very smart." We stood in the parking lot, leaning together, laughing until we cried.



Turnabout



I awaken my master in the usual way, with my skillful lips wrapped around his hard cock. His mind may take awhile to come awake but his body sure doesn't. He starts to lazily pump his hips up and down, filling my mouth more deeply, almost ready to sill his first morning seed down my throat when he notices something strange. His hands are cuffed to the headboard of our bed. He's even more surprised to find his ankles spread wide and cuffed to the bottom corners.

Boy, that sure wakes him up.

"SLUT, What is the meaning of this??" he shouts, "untie me NOW or you will be very sorry!"

"I'm sorry Master," I apologize as I continue to nibble at his cock, "but sometimes a girl just has to take her own fun. I know you will punish me severely when this is all over, and believe me, my little cunt is already wet just thinking of all the nasty things you can and will do to it, but today, it's MY turn"

I smoothly wrap a leather cock ring around the base of his hard dick. It seems no matter how much he yells, he sure seem to like what I'm doing. So far....

I decide to give him a little show to make him happy. I straddle his head and spread my legs wide. my pussy lips are so soft and wet to my fingers as I stroke them, I dip one finger inside and swirl the wetness around, painting my clit with my juices before going back inside for more honey....I grab one of our larger ball gags from the headboard, it's a very nice red rubber ball with leather straps on it. Master watches as I push it into my tight little hole then slowly pull it out by the straps...it feels so good, I do it again and again till it is covered with my cunt juice. I hold it inside as I pinch and rub my clit until I'm almost ready to cum...I press my neither lips to my Master's mouth and urge him to lick...at first he keeps his mouth closed but as I rub myself all over his face he finally opens for me. As I cover his mouth with the ball, I give an internal push so the ball pops right out and into his mouth. I reach down and buckle the straps behind his head before he even realizes what happened.

Master has such lovely nipples for a man. They protrude out just a little and form nice tight buds just right for slipping on a pair of chrome nipple clamps. I tighten them as he moans behind the gag. Master had this pair made specially for me, there are rings at the ends that can be attached to strings or weights and this feature comes in handy as I take a long piece of twine and loop it between them. I take the end of the string and pull it down to tie it around the head of his long hard cock then I give a good yank upwards....There, now it's out of the way so I can play with his balls...

Master has the nicest balls, large smooth sacks with his nuts solid lumps inside. I could (and have) spent days just licking and sucking them. Today tho, I want to tie them up, just like Master often ties up my tits. I start by taking some blue yarn and making a center loop, which I wrap around the bottom of his balls, then I separate the ends and wind one of them around each lovely sack, after a few tight turns, they are sticking out to each side. I continue to wrap yarn around and around until all that each of them are so hard and tight you could use them as tiny little dildos..

That looks so nice, ...I doubt Master will ever complain about "Blue Balls" again.

Now that his balls are taken care of, I want to play some more. The sharp little wheel we have will work just fine...I warn Master not to move as I run the points up and down the his cock and over his nuts....Master is making a lot of noise behind the gag that I'm choosing to interpret as "Keep Going...I LIKE IT"

Yeah, right...

His Cock is standing up so hard and high, I can't help but wrap my hand around and squeeze...then just stroke up and down....Master closes his eyes and groans as I lick the little pearl of cum from the tip. Then...as long as he's not expecting it....I flick the shaft with the very tip of a thin supple riding crop.

Master jerked and let out a bellow from behind the gag....

"I'm sorry Master....I'm sure that hurt so much...."*flick* "I will stop if you want me to. *flick* Just tell me...."*flick* "No, I'm afraid Moans don't count." *flick flick flick*

"how about if I hit your nipples instead...."*flick flick*

What, you don't like that....Alright, I'll stop.

I tie the cuffs on Master's ankles to the ropes hanging from the handy dandy pulleys up in the ceiling...(so nice of you Master to have put them there) then I unhook Master's them from the bed frame and pull His legs into the air until his beautiful ass is lifted above the bed. Now I can lick and kiss his tight round buns. His cock is now dangling free and I can go from one side to the other with the riding crop. My strokes are harder against his ass, leaving nice red stripes criss-crossing his backside.

I decide to take the gag out now, I'd love hear you Master as I proceed with the rest of my plan.

"SLUT, you better untie me NOW...."

"I'm so sorry Master, I just can't do that. You see...I need to Fuck you....Fuck you hard and deep..."

"listen Slut, you know I errr...I don't do that....Tell you what, I'll forget everything that's happened so far if you just take me down now."

"I'm sorry Master, I know I've been a bad girl and need to feel your discipline for this naughty, naughty misbehavior....so you can understand that I just can't stop now."

I slipped one finger into my dripping pussy, then slowly slide it into his asshole. It was so tight and that I was only able to get the first joint in...I leaned over and sucked his cock into my mouth and he relaxed until I was able to slide all the way in....

Out and in...out and in....faster and deeper....then a second finger...Master's Cock gets even harder....I reached over and pulled off the nipple clamps and he screamed out my name... He was so close to coming I could feel the heat building up in his shaft.

I pulled the released his legs and pulled the yarn off his ball, then leaned over and unclipped his wrists.

Master yanked the yarn off his balls and throws me onto my back, He throws my legs over his shoulders and drives his cock so deep into me that I think it's going to come out the other side. He pumps once, twice, and a third time before he pulls out and shoots the biggest load I have ever seen all over my face, tits, pussy....every time I think he can't have another squirt in he, he groans and hits me with more....

Finally, he collapse on top of me. "Slut, tomorrow you will be punished beyond your wildest dreams, but for tonight, I just want to say thank you...." 



Turnabout



Debbie was my next door neighbor and the closest thing I had to a best friend since leaving high school. She had divorced her husband shortly before we bought the house and moved in and she had gotten her house in her divorce settlement. We met over the back fence one morning, I invited her over for coffee and we hit it off. Two weeks later we were sharing our deepest, darkest secrets. I knew about her catching her husband cheating on her and how she forgave him and took him back - twice - before finally throwing him out, and now here we were six years later talking about my cheating husband.

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"Have you decided yet what you are going to do?"

I looked across the table at Debbie and wondered how to answer the question. What we were discussing was what was I going to do since finding out that my husband Gary was cheating on me. I'd found a pair of pink panties in his suitcase after his last business trip. And my curiosity aroused, I got out of bed after Gary had fallen asleep and went down to his home office. In his briefcase I found a card addressed to, "Gary, my stud forever." The card told him how much she hated not being able to make love to him full time, "Thank God you have frequent business trips" and it was signed, "Yours forever, Felicity." I also found condoms (I've had a hysterectomy) and a receipt for a pair of diamond earrings. I carefully put everything back in his briefcase where I found them and went back to bed.

I thought about her question and then I realized that there was only one answer. That answer would generate other questions, but there was only one answer. I took a sip of my coffee, set down the cup and said:

"I'm not going to let him get away with it."

"Well duh! The question is what are you going to do?"

"God Deb, I don't know. Pretending it didn't happen is out. Getting on with life and hoping it isn't going to happen again just won't work. If I try and do that he will think he got away with it and maybe think he can do it again."

"How do you know that this is the first and only time?"

"I don't know that it is. I have to hope that it is because if it is more than once I can't stay married to him. Once we might be able to get past, but if he has made a habit of it we are through."

"Well girlfriend, we are back to the question, what are you going to do?"

"Well I've already ruled out living with it and that leaves me with limited options. I can confront him and then talk about it and get him to promise me never to do it again. But could I trust him not to? Would confronting him just make him be more careful when doing it again? Or I could just go straight for a divorce. I don't know that I like either of those."

"Have you considered rubbing his nose in it?"

"What do you mean? How?"

"Tell him you know what he did and that to keep the books balanced you are going to go out and do the same thing and then you will come home and sit down with him and talk about whether or not to keep the marriage going."

"God Deb, I couldn't do that. I couldn't have sex with another man; that would be cheating!"

"Who said you had to have sex with another man? I'll fix you up with a date with a guy I know. You go to dinner and maybe go dancing and have a few drinks with him, kiss him goodnight and then come home and tell Gary your date fucked your brains out. Then you say you are even and then ask him what he wants, a marriage or a divorce. If he says marriage you tell him that he has used up his "Get out of jail free" card and that if he cheats again he is toast. If he says divorce you will at least know that he wasn't worth all the worrying you went through."

I could see it in my mind, how all the pieces would fall together and how it could work and then I asked:

"Who do you have in mind to be my date?"

"How about my cousin Dave?"

"Oh I'd like that. He's a hunk and that should really piss Gary off."

"Well?"

"Let's do it. Let's set it up for Friday night."

"When are you going to confront Gary?"

"Tomorrow night. That will give him two days to stew about it."

"That will also give him two days to work on you to convince you not to do it. If you believe him and forgive him and don't rub his nose in it you are going to be back to the "He got away with it" stage and he just might do it again."

"You're right. How do you think I should do it."

"Glad you asked. Here's what to do....."

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When Gary got home from work that night I met him at the door dressed in my "Fuck me" outfit - high heels and a smile. I fully intended to fuck him into exhaustion so he would know what he would be missing.

"What's the occasion?" he asked as I went up on my toes to kiss him and my hands went to his belt.

"It is National Horny Wife Day so in keeping with the spirit of the holiday I have to fuck your brains out."

His belt undone I pulled the zipper down and his trousers dropped to pool around his ankles. I knelt in front of him, reached inside his boxers and wrapped my fingers around his stiffening cock. I let it grow in my hand for a few seconds and then I brought it out to where I could get my lips around it. My mouth circled the head and I sent my tongue around it in a swirling motion and then I took it out of my mouth and licked it like an ice cream cone. I licked it from the head down to the base and then I took one of his balls in my mouth and gave it a soft suck and then did the same for the other one. I drug my tongue up the underside to the head and then I swallowed it again and gave him five minutes of the best deep-throating I was capable of. I removed my mouth with a 'pop' and worked his boxers off of him and then I looked up at him and smiled.

"Pussy or ass lover?"

"Can't I have both?"

"You know I'm yours lover, you can have all you want of everything I have."

"Then get over on the bed baby and get ready for a long night."

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"Honey, I'm home."

"In the bedroom Gary" I called back. 

I heard him coming up the stairs and I steeled myself for it. He entered the bedroom, took in the sight of me in my little black dress, heels and with my makeup perfect and said:

"Wow! Looking hot babe. Where are we going?"

"Not we Gary, me. I have a date," I said and I looked at my watch. "He should be here any minute now."

"A date? You mean a date with a guy?"

"A very hunky guy."

"What the fuck is going on here Donna?"

"It is called getting even. I've decided that if you can play outside the marriage with Felicity, I can play also."

"Felicity? Who the hell is Felicity?"

"Stow it Gary. I saw her card to you, the receipt for the diamond earrings you gave her, and if you check your sock drawer you will find the pink panties of hers that you brought back from your last trip. I was nice enough to wash them and fold them for you."

His face went white and I continued, "Debbie set me up with her cousin Dave. If things go the way I hope they will I will be one very well fucked lady when I get home. That will make us even. Dave cancels out Felicity and tomorrow we will sit down and talk about where things should go. Try and save the marriage or go for the divorce. It will give you something to think about while I'm gone."

A horn sounded outside and I said, "That's probably Dave. I told him not to come to the door for me. Didn't want you creating a scene that might spoil my night out."

I picked up my purse from the dresser, turned to Gary and said, "Don't wait up" and then I headed out of the room, out of the house, and down the front walk to Dave's car.

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Have any trouble?"

"No. It went like clockwork. I slipped the drug in her drink when she went to the bathroom. As soon as she started getting woozy I walked her out like she was drunk and no one said a word."

"Put her on the couch. I didn't expect you back so soon and I haven't got the cameras set up or the bedroom ready yet."

"How many guys did you get to do it?"

"Six, counting you."

"Just don't forget our deal. I get to be first in both her pussy and her ass."

"Greedy little bastard" Debbie said as she walked into the room. "Why not the first in her mouth too?"

Because until the Rhyoponol starts to wear off her mouth would be just an open hole. I want my blow jobs to have a little licking and sucking action."

"Give me five minutes and then bring her on back to the bedroom. We will strip her, lay her out and then you can get started on her while we wait for the others to get here"

Gary left the room and Dave watched until he was out of sight and then he turned to Debbie. "I don't know what you see in him Cuz. He is a slime ball in my book."

"What can I say Dave? Love is blind. He is the only guy who has ever made my toes tingle when we make love."

"I just don't understand it. He's an asshole. Just look at what he is doing here. All he had to do was leave her. Just say sorry, but I've found someone else and go. But instead he comes up with this off the wall plan to drug her, get her gang fucked on tape and then leave her."

"It is the only way he can get everything in the divorce. He sues, says he wants the house, doesn't want to pay alimony and doesn't want to give her any of his pension and 401k and tells her the whole world will see the video if she fights him on it."

Still doesn't make sense. He doesn't need the house. He is going to live with you in yours."

"He wants to sell it Dave. With his equity he thinks he can clear about two hundred thousand."

"He's still an asshole."

"Yeah Dave, but he's my asshole. Come on, let's get her into the bedroom."

Dave picked her up and carried her to the bedroom and set her down on the bed as he said, "I still don't understand how you set this up so she would go along with it."

"Simple" Gary said, "I planted a pair of pink panties in my suitcase when I came back from my last trip. Donna always takes the things out of my suitcase and does my dirty laundry so she had to find them. I knew when she found them she would go looking for other things so I made sure that there were some other things for her to find in my briefcase. Once she had all the evidence of my cheating she ran to Debbie and then Deb led her into this revenge thing. Let's get her undressed and get this show on the road."

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I felt the hands working my dress up over my head and I heard Debbie exclaim: "What the hell is that?"

I opened my eyes and said, "It's called a 'wire.' What it does is transmit everything that it hears to the receiver in the police car just down the block."

I heard the front door open and said, "That should be them coming to give you a free ride to jail."

I smiled at Debbie and Gary as three detectives and two uniformed officers came into the room. Two of the detectives walked to Gary and Debbie with their handcuffs out and ready as the third detective took a little card out of his coat pocket.

"Gary Bolton, Deborah Mason, you are under arrest for conspiracy to commit rape and conspiracy to commit blackmail. Other charges may be added later." He held the card up and read from it, "You have the right to remain silent" and then he read off the rest of their rights under Miranda.

Gary looked from me to Dave and then back at me with dazed expressions. "Oh, Dave won't be going with you. He has been cooperating with the police on this. And Debbie honey? I do hope you have a lot of equity in your house. It will make it so much easier for me to collect when I sue you for alienation of affections."

As the two of them were led out of the house I said, "Don't worry Gary. I'll call work first thing in the morning, let them know where you are and that you might not be in for a while."

I watched from the door as Gary and Debbie were loaded into the back of two separate police cars and then I turned to Dave.

"You have any idea who Gary invited to my gangbang?"

"Steve, Al, Sam, Mark and Mark's brother."

"Mark's brother? I haven't done him yet. What time did you tell them to be here?"

"Gary set it up for ten, but I called them all back and told them it had been changed to eleven to give the cops time to do their thing and leave."

I looked at my watch and saw that it was ten to ten. "We have an hour before they will get here. Want to loosen me up a little for them?"

"You bet. First let me take the cameras down and put them away."

"No, leave them there. I want to tape tonight and when the divorce is final and Gary is out of jail I'll send him a copy."

"You can be an evil little bitch, can't you?"

"Sweetie, if I weren't an evil little bitch you and your friends wouldn't have been fucking me for the last three years."

"You are lucky they came to me with their plan."

"Luck had nothing to do with it sweetie. I started fucking you and your friends three years ago to get even with Gary when I found out he was fucking Debbie. The only reason I ran to Debbie with the news about the panties and what I'd found in Gary's briefcase was to piss her off. I wanted to rub her nose in the fact that Gary was fucking some other bimbo. 

"I was watching her eyes when I told her and she took it way too calmly. When she came up with her revenge plan I knew that the two of them were up to something. If she hadn't suggested you I most certainly would have. Come on baby, all this plotting and counter plotting has me horny as hell. You said something about liking your blow jobs to have some licking and sucking action. Let's go do something about it."



Turnabout



She sat at the bar, looking like a disappointed princess. Pensive, she toyed with her drink. Stirring a gin and tonic with a swizzle stick, the rest of her was still except for the distinct deep breathing that made her cleavage strain against the thin little nothing of a turquoise silk dress she was wearing. Just watching her sit there alone was too much for some, and one by one through the evening they had approached. Men came to sit beside her and by the persistence of her cold, disappointed indifference, had left one by one.

Another man made an attempt at her, drawn by a quality of slink and unreachability that was almost like the challenge of a sword thrust in a stone, begging for someone to come pull her out of her mood, make her smile, take her home.

This one was different from the rest of the daunted from the earlier evening. There were no attempts to flatter, charm or amuse.

"How much?" He said.

Her brows drew together in a storm and she said "Excuse me?"

The guy turned to face her and she got a good look at him. Tall, handsome, wide shoulders, very nice body. Formidable, really. Cold. His face was twisted into a hard mask of cynicism. His voice and attitude were high-tensile arrogance. "I've seen at least four men come up here to try to jolly you out of your adorable PMS. So I'm asking you straight, bitch. How much? I've got money, I wouldn't mind fucking you."

Her hand in one smooth motion swept the gin and tonic from the bar and into his face. She stood up to walk away and he grabbed her arm. "Fuck you, bitch. I offered to pay. Now I'll just make sure you can't walk. This leather jacket you just ruined is worth more than anything that fine piece of ass you have could perform anyway."

She tried to wrench her arm away, but another man stepped up behind them and put his hand over a different angle on her arm, wrenching it a little further and releasing a short gasp from her. She flushed crimson as her husband's voice cut its way into her awareness. "Is my whore of a wife bothering you? I sure hope not. She trolls for more ass here. I'm sure she didn't think I'd be home tonight. But I do happen to be. Isn't that right. Honey." His voice began soft, ramped up to contempt, and then softened to conversational again. "My name's Tom by the way. This bitch is named Mina. What's your name?"

Enjoying her discomfort and tightening his grip on her arm, the man at the bar drawled out a short laugh and then let go. "Well, my name would be Stuart. I don't think you have a woman that's worth much of a good God damn. Maybe you should do something about that."

Tom looked thoughtful and cruelty spliced his voice. "You know, I think you might be right. I think this gal needs a sending-off party. One last hurrah for her to remember me by. You up for it, Stuart?"

Mina started to struggle, but Tom held her arm at such an angle that there wasn't much she could do without breaking it. Seeing her look thoroughly humiliated and helpless appealed to Stuart, so he just drawled "Sure. Think you can keep her from scratching your eyes out or screaming before we get out of this shithole?"

Tom smiled. "She'll do anything I say. Won't you?" He dropped a kiss on the back of her neck, where her skin was prickling. "Honey." He prompted her with another twist and Mina nodded helplessly.

Tom meets Stuart's eyes and an accord is reached. Stuart rises and says "I like what you've done with her, I really do."

Tom escorts Mina out behind Stuart, speaking conversationally as if he were discussing the family dog. "All she really needs is a firm hand."

The bar wasn't in a particularly high-class neighborhood and a cheap hotel was within walking distance. "What do you say, Mina? Cheap sound good to you?" Tom mocked her and she didn't speak. Head down, shoulders slumped, she was shaking.

Tom got the key from the front office, while Stuart stayed out front with an anticipatory smirk. She was escorted into a dark room that smelled vaguely of mold and disinfectant. She made it two steps inside before Tom's voice made her freeze in place. Her terrified expression made Stuart's fascinated gaze focus on her face, savoring her fear.

Tom's voice was rueful. "I'm really going to miss her. She's a nice piece of ass. A nice piece of everything. But she's a whore who can't be trusted for five minutes alone. I'll hate to see her go."

Stuart stripped his jacket off, chuckling. "Yeah, sure. Whatever, man. One bitch is as good as any other. Get one and they just start to go off, you know. The shelf life for a whore is less than a carton of milk. Good fucking riddance."

Tom's hands came around to her breasts and cupped them in his hands. "Oh, I don't know. It's nice to have a woman under your thumb." He pressed his thumbs into her nipples until she gasped and bit her lip.

Stuart sat down on the bed, watching the couple with a smirk. 

Tom continued to speak softly. "Come on Mina. You wanted to get fucked tonight, didn't you?' She didn't answer. He prompted her by pulling her hair back hard and speaking into her ear. "Come on, honey. Spouses have no secrets, right? Tell the truth."

Mina's voice trembled on the end of a sharp intake of breath and a soft cry of pain "Yes."

Tom's voice was silken and threatening "That's good, honey. Honest is good. I want to see what you'd have done if you'd gotten your way. I can only imagine how you've been fucking every other man in sight. Before I kiss your cheating ass goodbye, I should be aware of what I married, shouldn't I?"

His hand twisted further and her knees bent as he forced her to the carpet on her knees. With her hair wrapped around his wrist, he spoke conversationally to Stuart "What should we do? What do you think?"

Stuart cleared his throat and leaned back. "It's your call, it's your fucked up marriage. How do you know she hasn't given you fifteen different diseases to remember her by?"

Tom looks thoughtful. His hand twists and Mina whimpers "You know, you're right. Got a condom, man? I guess I've already caught anything this bitch could give me, but that's no reason why you shouldn't be safe."

Stuart patted his pocket with his wallet. "Several. Don't mind me. Any way you want to do it. I like to watch, too."

Tom smiled and said "I like the way you think, Stuart. It's a pleasure to meet such a fine, upstanding citizen. Mina, we should be gracious to our guest. You're an excellent cocksucker, honey. Show him how. And be polite. No teeth or you won't have any more. Am I clear?"

Mina whimpered out a yes and tried to rise to her feet, but Tom tsk'ed and then dragged her over on her knees by her hair. "No need to get up, baby. It takes as long as it takes, huh? Are you shy now?"

Tom dragged her over until her face was pressed to the edge of the bed, Stuart's legs splayed out to either side of her. Tears of pain scorched the corners of her eyes and she pressed her hot face into the bed.

Stuart brought his hands around to his belt, but Tom said "No, I'm sure she can take care of that for you. She's enthusiastic, aren't you baby?"

Mina started to beg and babble, but a sharp smack on her ass ended her attempting to speak. She yelped and dissolved into tears. Tom spoke, the mocking tone of his voice gaining more menace and his hand twisting harder on her hair "I'm not sure you understand, darling. You need to learn to follow instructions. Undress our guest and suck his cock."

With trembling hands Mina started to unbuckle Stuart's pants, his cock springing up as he lifted his ass off the bed to accommodate her weak attempts through broken sobs to remove his clothes. Tom gave her just as much leeway with her hair as would allow her to remove his pants and shirt, even removing his shoes and socks with trembling fingers to allow his pants to heap on the floor.

Guiding her head back up to Stuart's cock, Tom leaned over and whispered instructions, ordering her to use her tongue. She was trembling and hesitant. Tom unwrapped her hair and handed the swath of her hair, like reins, to Stuart. "She's all yours, man. I've got other things to do. You're on your own. Fuck her."

Stuart's expression was one of gleeful lust, wrapping her hair around his own wrist, and guiding her head down over his cock, her lips slick with tears and throat choking with trembles until he forced her head down hard and held it there, she had trouble breathing and huffs from her nose puffed against his skin as she tried not to gag and failed.

Stuart shuddered and grabbed her head with both hands, fucking her throat hard, with her just desperately trying to breathe. 

Tom unzipped his pants and lifted up her skirt, sliding her thong to the side and rubbing his cock against her slick and clenching cunt. "Bitch is wet, never fails. I should have known that a woman who gets that hot so fast, has about as much self control as a cat in heat."

Slamming full hilt into her, Mina's body spasmed again and started to shudder along with the rhythm of being fucked two ways, the backward rock of her ass being guided by Tom's hands on her, and her mouth forced faster and faster along Stuart's cock, until she couldn't breathe enough to keep up, with tears clogging her nose.

The panting rhythm of both men seemed to reach some sort of synchronous give and take, pounding ever deeper, painfully assaulting her body until there was nothing but waves of sensation and pain that blended into each other, twining through her nerves until the wet arousal of three people fucking hard clenched her cunt tight around Tom's cock, pushing him over the edge and driving deep into her body as he came. 

Stuart watched her getting pounded and listened to the moans and gasps, not lasting much beyond the hard final clench of her body and Tom's orgasm. She was sucking hard on his cock between slamming her head down. His hands tangled her hair into bunched fists as he came hard down her throat.

She suckled for a few moments while Stuart's cock spasmed and shrank slowly, swallowing cum with what almost seemed like relish. 

Stuart gasped and tried to gain control over his breathing, a few soft grunts escaping as he said "Jesus, she really does like it."

Her head tipped to the side and she was smiling, her head pillowed against Stuart's thigh. "Mmm. Yes, that was nice."

Stuart's voice is incredulous. "Nice? What the fuck?"

Tom laughed, spanked her ass once playfully and then caressed that spot, withdrawing from her. He stepped around her quickly and said "Yeah, about that..." before punching Stuart hard against the side of his jaw, knocking him out. He hit him again, just for the fun of it.

Mina raised her head and lifted herself up along Tom's body, kissing her way up, wrapping her arms around him until her lips met his.

They spent a long moment indulging in the kiss. Then he tipped her chin up and tilted her head from side to side, inspecting her lips for any splits. "You okay?'

She nodded. "That was wonderful."

He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. "You sure can pick 'em. Glad you enjoyed yourself." His eyes lit up with humor and parroted his words he'd spoken to Stuart before "What should we do? What do you think?"

Her hands played over Tom's body, looking down at Stuart sprawled out across the bed. "Well, we've got the camera. There's enough there to blackmail him if what's in his wallet isn't enough. He's not anywhere near as bad as some of the other guys we've met. We should go easy on him, you think?"

Tom snorted and grabbed a bag of supplies from under the bed, checked the camera and tossed her some rope. "Tie him up, we'll come up with a plan. Turnabout being fair play, though, he's just your run of the mill asshole. Nothing too bad. We probably won't leave any visible scars. I think he should go down on you, though. I could hold his head. I think he likes that."

She looked at Stuart and motioned for Tom to help her flip him over. They secured him with rope, ass up at the edge of the bed, spread-eagled out with his face down. "There. All in position." She smiled and her brows furrowed. "Gosh, I hope he doesn't bite. What if he doesn't like you fucking him in the ass?"

Tom tilted his head and considered. "I could tell him I'd hang him in the shower here and castrate him with a rusty spoon if he tries it."

"Very effective. I almost feel sorry for him. Almost. But not quite." She took Tom's hand, and pulled him toward the shower. "Give him a minute to wake up. Come tell me all about it. You have the best ideas."



Turnabout



This story is fiction. All the participants are twenty years old or older.

*

"You guys hold him down while I get his pants off!" Suzie yelled.

Eight sorority sisters held the wriggling Bart down. He was totally pinned.

"Let me go you bitches," Bart screamed. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"We're gonna show you what we think of date rapists," Suzie calmly replied.

"What are you talking about? I've never raped anyone."

Cynthia appeared out of the crowd. "You remember me don't you? You fed me some dope and when I was woozy enough, you took my cherry. Then you laughed about it and told all your friends. You remember that don't you?"

"I didn't do anything you didn't want! Let me up God damn it!"

By now Bart was tied securely to the bed in the abandoned old farmhouse. He was a very strong guy but he couldn't overcome eight irate women.

Suzie held his pants high in the air. "Now we're gonna cut your shorts off of you," she said brandishing a knife. "If you wiggle, you'll get cut."

Bart watched in horror as the blonde cut his shorts off and threw them on top of his pants.

"Look at that pecker Cynthia. I'll bet you'd like to do something to that cock, wouldn't you?"

"Oh yeah!! Maybe I'll just cut it off! I could keep it in his scrotum if I whacked off his balls too. I could keep it around my neck on a string like a little purse."

Bart's eyes widened in terror as Cynthia approached the bed wielding the knife. She laid the knife blade on top of his cock. "Don't move now or you'll castrate yourself."

The girls all got into a big huddle. Bart could hear them giggling. Finally the girls broke the huddle and walked over to the bed. Cynthia picked up the knife and swung it dangerously close to Bart's dick.

"This is your lucky day, you son of a bitch. We're just gonna have some fun with you. Then we'll call your frat brothers and let them know where to pick you up."

Bart breathed a great sigh of relief. He wouldn't be castrated!

Cynthia approached him. "I'm gonna jack you off. When you cum, you'll do it in a little bottle. Then you're gonna drink it."

That didn't sound too bad to Bart. It was then that Bart noticed the welding glove on Cynthia's hand. It was rough leather and had a lot of external stitching. The smile he had been working on quickly disappeared.

"Let's get something straight asshole. This isn't your cock anymore. It belongs to me. I plan to share it with my sisters. I wonder how much cum you'll get to drink tonight? Don't let a drop escape your lips! My wrath would be terrible."

Cynthia roughly grabbed his cock with the welding glove and started stroking. At first it felt good but as time marched on it got more and more painful. "Oh, poor Bart. I'll bet that hurts doesn't it? It took my pussy three weeks to stop aching from the rape. I wonder how long it'll take to get your dick back into shape."

Suzie saw the onset of Bart's ejaculation and grabbed an old jelly jar. She expertly caught the fluid in the jar and handed it to Cynthia. Cynthia presented it to Bart's lips. "Don't spill. If you do, it'll cost you a nut," she whispered in his ear. "I must leave you now, lover boy. Suzie is next and she doesn't like you one little bit."

Bart gagged as he swallowed the jar of semen. Cynthia held his nose shut just to be sure he drank it all. Then she slapped his nuts and laughed.

"We're not going to get very good results with that welding glove. I think we should concentrate on making him squirt as many times as possible," said Suzie.

The other girls voiced their approval. Suzie hand the welding glove to Lena. "Slap the shit out of him with this glove if he says anything," she instructed.

Lena immediately slapped Bart across the lips. "Like that?" she inquired.

"Yeah that was great. Maybe we can make his nose bleed while his pecker squirts," replied Suzie. "Who's got the Vicks?"

Marilyn produced a large jar of Vicks Vapor Rub. Susie slid a surgeon's glove on her hand and greased Bart up with the Vicks. After the treatment with the welding glove he felt like his cock was on fire. Suzie made sure she got a gob of it on his balls and a big swatch of it on his asshole. 

"My cock's on fire!" Bart moaned. 

Marilyn swatted him across the lips with the welding glove. "Keep your mouth shut dick head. Another outburst and you could lose something I'm sure you want to keep."

Suzie was rapidly rubbing his cock. He was close to a climax when he heard a faint buzzing sound. Just as he shot his wad, he spotted Cynthia. She was approaching him with a large, bright pink dildo. 

"Wow, Bart, it looks like I'm gonna get your cherry!" she gleefully informed him.

Bart tried to keep his ass cheeks shut but Marilyn slapped him across the mouth a couple of time with the glove. He let himself relax, just for a second, and then he felt the dildo at his pucker hole. The dildo was about twelve inches long and had ridges for the full length.

"I hope this makes you bleed!" Cynthia cried as she slammed the full length of the dildo into Bart's ass. The ridges carried the Vicks well up inside him. Cynthia pumped the dildo in and out of him. He opened his mouth to scream but Suzie poured another glass of cum down his throat.

The girls all took turns fucking Bart with the dildo. They laughed their asses off while Bart trembled. He started to cry. The fun continued all night. Finally, about five in the morning, Cynthia came back into the room.

"As an extra treat, we're gonna let Mad Zelda fuck you," announced Cynthia.

A fat woman with stringy red hair and sagging tits approached the bed. She hopped up on top of Bart and slammed his cock all the way into her cunt. Pretty soon, Bart had an orgasm and Zelda dismounted and strolled away.

"We wanted to be sure you remember this little lesson. We let Zelda fuck you because she's got the clap," Cynthia announced with glee.

"Now Bart my boy, you are going to read a confession into this recorder. Then, we're going to take some pictures of you enjoying a nice glass of cum while you smile with the dildo up your ass. If any of us ever has a hard time from you or your frat brothers, these things will become a worldwide overnight sensation on the internet. Got it?" said Suzie.

"Yes maam!" he replied.

So they jammed the dildo up his ass, turned it to maximum and fed him one last glass of cum taking pictures all the while. The girls hog tied him with their bdsm kit, taped the dildo into his ass and left him.

When they got back to the sorority they called his frat and told them where brother Bart was. After the frat members stopped laughing they freed Bart and then kicked him out of the fraternity for being a pussy.

After Bart took the cure for his dose of clap, he settled down and became a model student. He didn't want anyone else ever to turn about on him. 



Turnabout



I've arranged to meet you in a hotel. I've told you to wear jeans and a button down shirt. No underwear this time, I don't care whether you usually wear it or not. This time, you will dress as instructed. 

I will be waiting for you in the room. I will be dressed in business clothes. A suit with a short skirt, lacy thigh high stockings, high heels, pearls, red lipstick. Lacy blouse underneath my suit jacket. 

As you enter the room, we wrap our arms around each other for a sweet and sexy kiss. I can feel the thick, hardness of your cock while we kiss. Oh my sweet, I love that cock!! I love how responsive you are!! You are like an 18 year old stud for me and I love it!!! 

I tell you that I have missed you dearly and I am so glad you are here. "Kiss me again," I whisper. As you do, you close your eyes and we share another deep kiss. You are startled to find that someone is behind you and pinning your arms tightly behind you. There is a man in the room, unbeknownst to you. 

He ties your arms tightly behind you. You are forced into a straight-backed chair. Quickly your legs are tied tightly to the chair. Your arms are pulled tighter behind you. A look of fear and disbelief is on your face. "Now, look at you." I smile that wicked naughty smile. 

My friend kisses me deeply on the lips, right after you've just kissed me. You are throbbing, your balls are full of cum, I've not let you cum for an entire week prior to this meeting, and here you are forced in a chair, tied, and unable to even masturbate.

"Poor baby." 

You are forced to watch as my friend undresses himself for me. He is shaved everywhere, like a lifeguard. He has huge muscles, smooth skin, and a large, well-hung cock. His eyes are only on me and I am watching your reaction to him. I raise my foot and raise his cock with my shoe. Even when he isn't fully hard, he is huge. You are burning with envy. 

"See anything you like, dear?" 

Before you can answer, my naked friend slaps a ball gag on you. You shiver at his touch. What you don't know is he is going to do things to you that you can't imagine. And he will do them for me. I sit him down on the bed. In full view, I slide my skirt up, slowly. You love the sheer black hose that I am wearing. 

I moan softly and slide my hands up further up my thigh. I show you a peek under my skirt and you see the tiniest, sheerest thong panties. I pull them to the side with my fingers and bring my lover's cock to my pussy. 

"Is this what you wanted, sweetie?" 

You try to answer, with the gag in your mouth only loud frustrated moans come out. I raise up his cock and I slide my wet pussy down. You can hear the wetness of my cunt and it is killing you to watch. I exaggerate my movements and my moans for you. I know it's cruel, and I know you are hurting, but oh baby you DESERVE it. I fuck that big cock while you watch. 

Moaning, rocking my hips back and forth. He pulls my hips down and fucks me harder. I unbutton my lacy blouse and you see the sheer bra that I am wearing. It matches my panties. I described it for you before you got here. My lover tells me that he is getting ready to cum. One more squeeze with my pussy and I slide off him. I tell him to make sure that you get plenty of cum. 

"After all, he wants some of it too." 

My naked lover stands before you. He jacks off his cock inches from your face. I stand beside him and stroke his cock with my hand on his. As he begins to cum, I lean in and catch a big glob with my tongue. The rest of his hot cum spurts on you. All over your face, neck, shirt, chest. And I bring the cum from my mouth to yours. I lather your lips with his cum. You're gagged and unable to resist it. 

"Do you think he's had enough?" 

My lover undresses me the rest of the way. Inches from you again. This time, he takes over me. He spanks my ass as you watch. He takes out a riding crop and smacks my tits and my pussy with it. He attaches a black leather collar to me as you watch, helplessly. You can see the lust in his eyes and you are aching to get loose. He ties my hands to the bedposts and then ties my ankles spread-eagle to the footposts. Then he straddles me on the bed and begins to fuck my mouth. He tells me to get him nice and hard so he can fuck YOU. 



Turnabout



There's a chill in the air tonight. I've been enjoying it as I watch you tease your pussy with your fingers. I've decided tonight is the night and it's hard to keep the grin from my face. Tonight is the night for payback, a taste of sweet revenge and I find myself more than ready for it. 

After I'm confident you're well engrossed in teasing me while you're sure I'm leaning back in my computer chair stroking myself, I lay the open laptop on my driver seat and toss a hoodie over it to hide it from prying eyes. I step out from the passenger side where I'd been lounging while chatting with you, and start making my way to your apartment around the corner. 

Visions of your hands trailing over your nude body float before my eyes as my fingers turn your key round and round in my pocket. It wasn't long ago you gave it to me, but it was really just to let myself in so I could crash at your place if I needed to. And well, we are moving right along toward the benefits section of our friendship, even if we haven't actually gone all the way, in person anyway.

Even before you invited me over that first night a couple of weeks ago, I was well versed in the layout of your apartment. Webcams sure are beautiful things, and you seem to be rather fond of taking it with you as you move about your place. You seem to think it amusing to find something in each room to fuck yourself with as I watch you. Mmmm, but you are deliciously naughty and I do love to see you pushing that fat jelly dong into your pussy, but most of all I enjoy the way you rub yourself with your fingers and hands. It makes me think that I can almost feel you feellng yourself. Soon I will be. And you have yourself to thank for telling me of your rape fantasies. They always make you cum the hardest for me on the phone. 

The key works the lock silently and I slip into your dark apartment. Last I saw you were laying back on your bed and had no real reason to move very far. Soft moaning from that direction confirms my assumptions. I leave my clothes in a pile by the door and pad through to the doorway of your bedroom, taking a peek inside. The image of myself stroking my cock is clear on your laptop perched at the foot of your bed, your camera sitting lightly on the keys, catching every detail of what you're doing between your thighs. I'd recorded a video of myself earlier today, I figured I only needed 10 minutes of footage maximum and it's nice to see I wasn't wrong.

I move in slowly, watching you watching my hand stroking myself as you groan and finger your clit. "Ohhhh fuck," I hear you whisper softly, closing your eyes and bucking up against your fingers. My cock is already hard from hearing you and thinking about what I'm going to do to you. I lift a tshirt from the back of a chair and prepare to make my move.

You're close to that edge but backing off again, probably to tease me some more. You love to see how hard your body makes me, love to see those drops of precum forming at the tip of my cock. You've just opened your eyes to get another glimpse of exactly that when something suddenly covers your face and your body is rolled face down. You convulse in surprise, sucking in a breath to scream but my hand is clamping that shirt over your mouth while I kneel behind you. 

Your brain swims in confusion and terror and you realize there's a bare hard cock nuzzled neatly between the cheeks of your ass. This realization brings more struggling, a string of unintelligble mumbles from my makeshift gag, and then you're biting my hand through the fabric. But that's about all you can do, as I have you pinned beneath my larger frame. It's easy enough to ignore the small amount of pain while my other hand reaches below to cup your near dripping wet pussy. If my nerves faltered at all, feeling the heat and wetness of your cunt renews my resolve. Without warning you are stretched tight around my thick cock as I hilt it inside you in one fluid motion. I can't believe how wet you are. 

"Unnhhh!" 

Your groan fills the room and tremble to find that I satisfy the emptyness you'd begun feeling acutely as you continued to deny yourself orgasm over the past twenty minutes. My mouth is next to your ear now, whispering wicked things as I begin moving inside you.

"You like that, huh slut? How does that feel, cock tease? I've watched you fuck yourself on camera, quite the exhibitionist are you? Showing that cunt off to all those hard cocks out there..." 

I'm fucking you full on now, delighting in your gasps and squeeling. Pleasure and shame twist as your body tightens, your breath held. My strong insistent fingers tug at your nipple and that's when you lose control and buck wildly against me, nearly crying in tears at being violated like this, wailing in frustration and in response to the intense release. "Mmmmm, thatta a girl, baby. I hear you like thinking about being forced to fuck. Is this what you think about? A stranger taking your cunt from behind?" 

God, you feel so good, constantly clenching and releasing as you struggle and then are overwhelmed and cum hard on me. I want to last longer but the entire experience and actually being inside you after all those web cam teases, phone sessions and emails proves too much. A warmth spreads and you realize you can actually feel me spurting inside you and all you can think is "oh my fucking god he just came inside me."

After a moment of savoring the moment, your assailant releases you and lounges on the bed next to you. Scrambling back and away, you pull the shirt from your head and stare in shock at my content smile. "You?! YOU GOD DAMNED BASTARD!" and then you're flying at me, slapping my face hard, panting in... well, what? Anger, check. Humiliation and disgust, check, check. But somewhere in the back of your mind you've got that glow from an intense orgasm. And there's also something else, a need that just hasn't been filled yet, a wanting for more.

"Payback's a bitch, that'll teach you to be such a tease," I grin, laying on my side and watching your face. "I told you I'd get you some day." 

Your eyes go distant for a moment and I'm starting to wonder what you're thinking about when a wicked smile forms on your lips. "Oh we'll just see about that."

"Huh?" 

"Shut up, I"ve decided I'm not done with you yet." And then you're pushing me onto my back and taking my semi hard cock into your mouth, tasting both of us and doing things with your tongue that I've only dreamed about.

You, not done with *me*? Maybe I haven't won after all...



Turnabout



"He doesn't suspect a thing. I promise."

"But he seems to look at me like he knows. I keep waiting for him to say something."

 "Don't lose control, he has no idea, I would bet my life on it."

"If your wrong, you already have. You know what he'll do. You've seen him in action."

 "Just stick with the plan. Do you remember?"

"Yes...... I'm not an idiot. I get him into the study. While he is there, I just have to distract him a bit. The patio door will be already unlocked. You'll slip inside through the doors and wait. When I have his full attention, you step out and club him in the head. Then I open the safe, mess up the room a little, and go down to the club. On the way out I tell him goodnight and you answer as if you were him.'

 "Make sure you are seen there. We want you to have a good alibi. The house staff will think he is in there when you leave. That way he is alive when you leave."

"I know you have everything figured out, but I am still scared, if he ever found out..."

 "What's he gonna do, treat you bad. Not notice you again. All he worries about is his own life. You aren't very important to him are you? When was the last time he made you feel like you were wanted? Like you were special, like a woman. Does he make you cum the way I do? Do you like the taste of him? Would you beg for him to be inside of you? But …............... if you are too worried that you'll upset your perfect life, then I'll just disappear."

"No ...God Please don't say that. You know how I feel. I couldn't live without your touch."

 "And I no longer want to settle for sneaking around and quickies in the back yard, watching for him to come home. I want to be there when you wake up. I want to be with you whenever I have a need for your sweet ass. So just do this and we'll be on easy street, it can't fail. Listen to me and we'll be in your bed by this weekend."

"I have to go, he is coming down from the bedroom now, I will think of you all day."

 "Just follow the plan, everything will be fine."

"Good-bye."

 "Bye, Keep it together."

As she puts down the phone, she wonders. What happened, what went wrong. She can remember a time when it was all flowers and bubble baths. Now he hardly ever sees her. She has become an arm dressing, a bauble, something to dangle in front of his friends. She wasn't the problem, she knew that. He didn't touch her anymore, unless he was just horny. She had become his whore. She loved him once. He was like a big kid, once. He told her jokes, played guitar and made her feel alive. 

Then came the big break, he wrote a few computer programs and they went ballistic. Suddenly there was more money than they could spend in two lifetimes. Well, now it seems like it has been two lifetimes. He's always working, or hobnobbing, excuse me networking. He doesn't even play his music anymore. He gets what he deserves.....

On the way to the office he starts to wonder. I guess it has to be me he thinks. I have been very busy. Since I hit big I haven't had any time for anything. But what does she want. She's the one that wanted something better as she put it. I can't be the kid she wants me to be. But he does remember. The feel of her skin, the smell of her hair. The way she licked him and when she got hot, he wouldn't be able to walk for the rest of the day.

She was a wildcat when she was horny. There wasn't anything she wouldn't try. She used sex like a gift, she makes you feel like you are the most important thing in the world. Now it's become a reward, a bone to be given to the obedient servant. She had really gotten into her role as a rich bitch. She was bossy and predatory. Her way or the highway. She had gotten rid of Marie because she though the poor girl was looking at him to much. How many others had she chopped into little pieces. I really do love her. I guess I got what I deserve.......

He can remember every time that they made love in public. The lake, the softball park, even the laundry mat. And of course the bathroom at the high school dance that his good buddy Jeff talked them into chaperoning. Instead of watching the over-sexed high schoolers, they slipped into the bathroom and played in the stall. He went to take a whiz and the next thing he knows she is sliding in under the stall door. She was all over him. for over an hour they were sucking and fucking like they should have been one of the kids at the dance. He didn't know what had happened, but he knew even less what to do about it. He only knew it was all going to come to a head soon.

She realizes he would be home soon and then it wouldn't be long until it was all over. She wasn't sure if she could pull off the grieving wife but she would give it her best shot. She found herself wishing that this wasn't happening. She can still remember the old times. The way he held her, the little games they used to play. He was always so tender. His touch would set her on fire. She recalled all the special places, the softball park, the laundry mat, even the high school dance they chaperoned. Of course that night at the lake. Damn that was really special. 

Standing on the beach they looked deep into each others souls. He was a wild man, making her cum over and over. She couldn't stop. He had no limits. He slowly undressed her and when she got nervous, he calmed her with a soft kiss. They made love for hours, exploring every spot on each others body. His hands were tender and warm, his kisses both tickled and sent chills up her spine. The more he touched her the more she needed. 

She couldn't do this. She still loved him, they could make it work, she knew it could be the same as before. She tries to call, to cancel the plans, but no answer. Oh shit, what had she done, how could she stop it without letting him know. The patio doors, she'll make sure they are locked, then nothing can happen. She starts to go to the study, as she walks in through the door he is there already, he came home early. A quick glance at the patio and she sees that it is still unlocked. Maybe there wasn't time, after all he was early tonight. She decides just to get him out of the study. 

"Hello love," looking up he asks, "what's new?"

She tells him, "I was just going to straighten up a bit."

Smiling he replies, "Never mind that, I have other plans." 

Looking around the room she asks, "What do you mean?" 

"Don't you know," laying down a stack of envelopes, "I just want to play a little, You up to it?"

"Uh....yes......of course." She knows she needs to get him out of here. "Let's go upstairs and get comfortable." She reaches out and takes his hand, but he pulls her to him. Wrapping his arms around her.

"I'm pretty comfortable right here, come on, for old times sake, wanna fuck on the floor, in front of the fireplace?" He starts to kiss her neck. 

She starts to panic, they have to go, it could happen any minute. "Please, let's go upstairs, I have some special plans. Come on please." She pulls at his arm but he stays put. He even pulls her back to him, again he starts to kiss her neck. She knows she has to stop him, get him out. 

There is a slight sound from the other side of the room. Out of the darkness, a figure steps toward them. In his hands a small bat. He raises his arm as he approaches the embracing couple. Just as the figure's arm starts to drop, he loosens his grip on his wife's arms, steps to the side and the bat lands across her forehead. Blood explodes from the gash, and she drops like a stone. He turns from his wife and toward the intruder. He pulls the small gun from under his coat and fires once, twice and the intruder drops in a pool of his own blood. 

Now he sets to the task at hand. He opens the safe, luckily her friend had worn gloves, that was decent of him, so he didn't have to pick the asshole up and place his hands on the safe. He removes some of the money and other papers from the safe. Walks back to her, places the gun in her hand, picks up the phone and dials. 

 "Hello."

"Hi. It's over."

 "I was so scared."

"Nothing to worry about now, The staff will be back soon, then I will come home at the normal time. Just a robbery that went wrong. She walked in, he hit her, she shot him." He was glad that she had bought the little automatic now. "I'll call you later, after all, I'll need lots of comforting, my wife was just killed by an intruder."

 "I'll sit right here and wait for your call. I love you."

"I love you too, Marie. Good-bye"

 "Bye"

Putting the phone down he takes a quick look around, and starts to leave, careful not to step in the blood on the floor. He looks back at her, a sly smile on his face. "Next time make sure no one is on the extension." Then he walks out to his car. 



Turnabout Is Excellent Play



Sara was thrilled when she read that the famous conductor, Hermann Strauss, was coming to lead the Symphony Orchestra for several concerts in the fall, and even more thrilled when she learned that he would, as part of his musical education program, also conduct the community orchestra. Sara's duties at JenLiz Productions were not so onerous now that the company was comfortably on its feet, and with more time to practice, she had advanced to first chair in the viola section. She would be playing practically underneath the man she had admired since childhood, a man who had made dozens of well-reviewed recordings with almost every major symphony orchestra in the world, and was now in great demand as guest conductor. His famous great-grandfather was a devoted family man, but Hermann Strauss had been married several times. These marriages never seemed to last for very long, in spite of his apparent desirability, and Sara had a feeling she knew why. Along with his musical fame, there were titillating rumors that he liked dominating young women, and she was curious to see if she could tease out more about this part of his education program too.

Conducting is good for the body and mind, and Herr Strauss was a healthy, handsome sixty three, relatively young to have achieved such renown. Moderately tall, his trim, muscular form gave him an air of authority, making him look even taller. Looking up at his crisp angular features and bright intelligent eyes, Sara felt a thrill of excitement each time he mounted the podium and raised his baton to lead the orchestra in rehearsal, and especially at the performance. The joy of making beautiful music was Sara's main reason for playing in the community orchestra, but the sheer sensuality of fifty or sixty human bodies all twisting, bending, blowing and fingering together, under the direction of one, yet intimately connected with each other, was heady stimulus, especially on this occasion.

Herr Strauss had a reputation for severity when rehearsing with major orchestras, but he was a perfect gentleman with the community orchestra. Everyone played their very best, and though he made a number of critical remarks, they were always to the point and not especially unkind; the performance was by far the best that the orchestra had ever delivered. Sara was irritated at the way he seemed to mentally undress the youngest women in the orchestra when he looked at them, but she did her best to ignore it. Sara was a bit older but very attractive, and her precise and articulate phrasing captured his attention also. She put on her best seductive smile when he looked at her, while taking care to concentrate on her instrument and the music. The post-concert reception would arrive soon enough. He had disappeared quickly after the rehearsal with one of those young women in tow, but Sara had managed to deliver an invitation to come to dinner and stay at her house after the concert, and he graciously accepted, with a rather sly smile of his own. He was becoming intensely curious about this woman who dressed with tasteful eroticism and played so well on a rather more valuable instrument than most in that orchestra. Her prestigious address and obvious comfort with her body were not lost on him either. 

Sara's housemate Michael and their friend Gabe attended the concert, hurrying to Sara at the reception to congratulate her and introduce themselves to Herr Strauss. Hermann Strauss recognized Michael's name, having read his article on the neurobiology of consciousness in Scientific American, and he greeted them all enthusiastically – he too had been pleased at the performance, the best in his experience by far from an amateur orchestra. Once he knew them a little better he looked forward to dinner with Sara's friends also, though he hoped he and Sara would be alone before the evening ended. Sara remained in the conversation only briefly, subtly conveying that she and Michael were just housemates, not a couple. For the rest of the reception Herr Strauss and Sara circulated separately, but sparks were already starting to fly. Even as they mingled with others, they glanced frequently at each other, each anticipating when they could gracefully leave together, and it wasn't long before Hermann's limousine drove by to pick them up, dropping them not long afterwards in front of the attractive town house Sara called home. Sara sometimes called it the House of Bondage, but she didn't mention that to Hermann Strauss. Dinner, perhaps a little music, and, if it worked out, a pleasant night together in bed were the only expectations. Michael and Gabe had left the reception a bit earlier to get a head start preparing the first part. 

Michael came out to greet them, taking Hermann's bags from the driver, and the three of them went inside. Hermann was impressed by the comfortable elegance of the house, as Sara took him into the living room while Michael continued past the front stairs to the elevator with his suitcases, cheerfully calling to them that he'd be right back down but then needed to help Gabe in the kitchen – they should make themselves comfortable while waiting. Sara offered Herr Strauss a drink, which he accepted graciously, also accepting her invitation to sit. 

"You have a musical household?" he remarked, looking at the handsome Steinway standing in the spacious, comfortably furnished and surprisingly intimate living room. 

"Gabe plays the piano pretty well, but he doesn't actually live here. We all enjoy music a great deal - we often have guests for musical evenings," Sara replied. Looking at her full figure, rather hidden by her concert dress except for a teasing hint of cleavage, he imagined the room filled with attractive musicians playing enthusiastically in more revealing garb, all entertaining erotic as well as lofty musical thoughts, his fantasy remarkably more realistic than he could know. 

Herman stood up politely as Sara returned with his drink, putting his arm gently around her. Sara shivered with delight as she returned the gesture, maneuvering him through the dining room toward the kitchen. The table was already set with four places, salads ready and a fine Cabernet open to breathe. Michael and Gabe were finishing up as they entered, Hermann once again impressed at the first-rate kitchen and the deft skillfulness of the two cooks. Whoever these people were, they seemed to know how to live, and to have adequate means to do it well. "Gabe, why don't you play some four-hands with Herr Strauss while I finish up," Michael suggested as his hands flew over the stove. 

Hermann, like most conductors, was a fine pianist, but he was not above playing four hands with an amateur, especially with Sara for an audience. He was surprised at how good Gabe was, as they tossed off several Brahms waltzes before Michael called them to dinner. 

Conversation was lively, Herr Strauss and Michael especially engaging in a rather heady discussion of music and consciousness, with enough reference to the erotic aspects to keep it spicy. Gabe loved these events, feeling pleased that his investment in the house and JenLiz Productions had been so successful in adding, if only in a small way, to the sum of human happiness. As dinner drew to a close he excused himself, saying he had a busy day ahead. Actually, he had a busy night ahead, as he needed to join Liz and Jen at the studio to finish up a particularly juicy filming session with a wealthy bondage enthusiast in town for just a short stay. 

Michael, Sara and Hermann returned to the living room, the muffled sound of the garage door closing below and Gabe driving away faintly audible as Sara and Hermann seated themselves together on the sofa, holding hands. Spotting Sara's viola where she had set it down when they first came in, he suggested they play together, Michael endorsing the proposal enthusiastically. Herr Strauss went to the piano while Sara opened the case and tucked her instrument under her neck. There's not a lot of literature for viola and piano, so they soon began improvising, one hinting at a tune, the other taking it away, tossing it back and forth between them. The music swirled and spun, gypsy tunes flying from the viola to the piano and back as Sara and Hermann explored each other's musical minds, all the while wondering what it would be like to explore each other's bodies with similar abandon. Michael left quietly without interrupting and took the elevator discreetly up to his room. Slowly the music became more languid, penetratingly ethereal, as they brought it to a final cadence. Sara and Hermann looked into each other's eyes, the earlier tentative and unspoken agreement now fully ratified. "Sara, you improvise beautifully, " Hermann told her with sincere admiration. "Few professionals can do it half as well."

"Let me show you your room," Sara said softly. Taking him by the hand, she led him to the stairs. "It's a bit of a climb," she warned, slightly ashamed of the elevator, also wanting to pace their intimacy. 

"I'd climb a mountain with you, Sara," he replied. She squeezed his hand, not wanting to let him see the fire roaring inside her, wondering if perhaps someday they might actually do just that. Passing the second floor, Sara explained, rather disingenuously, that her other two housemates lived there, but they were both working late that night. They continued up one more flight, where the door to the guest bedroom stood open, light flowing from the door invitingly. Taking in the elegant four-poster bed, the antique desk at the window, the comfortable easy chair, the soft, lush carpet, Hermann reflected that while he would otherwise have been booked at a five star hotel, this room seemed every bit as luxurious, and far more enticing. As they stood tentatively at the door, Herr Strauss started to speak. 

"Sara, would you..." She silenced him with a soft kiss. 

"Make yourself at home. I'll be back in ten minutes." Sara closed the door softly behind him as he entered, trying to get her fires under control. Entering her own room at the back of the same floor, she considered how she should look upon returning, choosing a delicate jade green silk gown which flowed beautifully over her ample nakedness, a contrasting white cord circling her waist, tassels swaying as she walked. 

Hermann prepared himself also, though he had fewer choices to make. Quickly unpacking his essentials, he undressed and put on his luxurious purple velvet dressing gown, quickly attending to his hygiene to the extent possible in the limited time. He placed a white silk tie, almost invisible against the white bedcovers, at the end of the bed, and a costly looking, bulging black silk bag on the carpet just at the corner bedpost. Eleven minutes passed, and the door opened softly, Sara entering without knocking. They fell into each other's arms, kissing passionately. 

As they kissed, Hermann worked on maneuvering Sara to the end of the bed. Though she was expecting this, she tried to resist a little, not wanting to deny him the thrill of the chase. She knew she was quite safe, partly because the character of the rumors didn't seem to suggest serious concern, but much more because she knew that Michael was at work at his desk on the fourth floor, and in the corner of his mind discreetly monitoring everything going on in the room below. She had a special call to which he would respond instantly if she needed him. But all that was rather far from her mind at the moment, as she fantasized about what Hermann would do once he got her into position, which he almost had. Sara, always alert in these situations, had spotted the tie as soon as she came in, and had already imagined it fastened in at least a half a dozen places on her body by the time she felt her legs and buttocks pressing against the footboard. Hermann squeezed his body against her, sandwiching her against the bed, loosening the cord of her gown. They continued to kiss as he opened her gown around her body, sliding it down over her arms as he held them gently behind her. Once it slipped past her wrists, he bound them almost instantly with the tie. Sara tried to act surprised. "What are you doing to me, Herr Strauss?" she asked. 

"Sara, I want you to experience the pleasure of being tied up, to see yourself beautifully bound in rope," Herr Strauss said softly, looking intently into her eyes. Sara had to work a bit to suppress a laugh, but she was thrilled at the prospect of Hermann binding her, especially since she already was bound, at least a little, and she had a feeling that this binding, by this man, would be like no other she had ever experienced. She pretended to struggle a little, then acquiesced, as he opened the bulging black bag and pulled out a coil of rope. 

And what rope it was! Shining, almost glistening white, thick smooth cords of fine woven silk - Sara could hardly wait to feel its cool sensual smoothness against her skin. Working quickly, Hermann looped a turn below her arms and secured it loosely to the upper rail of the four-poster bed, ensuring that Sara would not fall as he secured her legs. As he spread her ankles in preparation for binding, the rope to the bed rail tightened around her chest, though not uncomfortably. Sara was soaring, but she wondered a bit how other women had responded to this treatment. Hermann had hardly spoken, and had seemed almost to take it for granted that she would accept this treatment. Was she so obvious, or didn't he ever ask?

This would be her chance to escape, should she wish to do so. Hermann was certainly vulnerable to a kick as he tied her legs. Sara considered it, just to experience him subduing her, but decided not to risk spoiling the moment. In a trice her legs were spread, tied to the feet of the bed on each side, rope also between them so she could neither close them nor open them further. Hermann stepped back to admire her, and consider how to proceed. 

"Sara, you are so beautiful; how could I possibly add to such an angel?" Hermann whispered. Sara, descending rapidly into sub-space, encouraged him Carte Blanche, hoping to experience his best, lusting to be more thoroughly bound. 

"Kiss me, Herr Strauss. Fondle me, wrap me tightly, all of me, in your lovely silk rope. Dress my body in bondage, and use me as you will," she whispered in reply. Hermann had plenty or rope, and took thorough advantage of the invitation, doing his artistic best. Sara's delight surged higher and higher as he found a use for each length, each increase in stricture sending her closer to heaven. Hermann worked expertly, and soon his bag was empty, Sara sumptuously enclosed in its former contents. After kissing her again and nibbling gently on her bound nipples, he stepped back to inspect his work.

Sara looked beautiful, her arms bound behind her, the elegant thick silk ropes enclosing her breasts in shinju, pressing them urgently forward in delectable round mounds out to the tips of her erect nipples. The nicely balanced karada he had woven so quickly and skillfully flowed over her body like a gossamer evening dress, while her spread legs drew all remaining attention helplessly into the swirling whirlpool within her glistening shaved mons. Looking into the mirror on the opposite wall and ready to explode against her bonds with excitement, Sara had never before felt so attractive.

Hermann pressed his body up against Sara, then pulled away as she struggled against her bonds to follow him. He went quickly to his suitcase and took out a camera, training it on Sara's naked, bound body. She was a bit irritated - he had not asked her permission, but she also found it highly amusing. Herr Strauss obviously did not peruse pornography on line or he would know that he could download for free at least a dozen pictures of Sara, some bound like this, others in a more dominating pose. None in such high quality, deliciously sensual rope, Sara thought to herself - have to get some of that. She wished he would get on with it and take her to bed. 

She was not disappointed. Releasing her from her standing position he picked her up and lifted her onto the bed, where he rebound her legs to the bottom corners with loops of rope, spreading her delectably wide. Once again Sara was amused that he had not noticed how much easier the fittings already built into the bed would have made it for him to bind her to it, but she appreciated his efforts all the more for that. Almost desperate to receive him, she arched herself upward, arms still bound behind her, breasts firmly but gently squeezed by his rope, nipples intensely engorged, seething with lust, impatient to see him without his gown. Her curiosity was quickly satisfied, and once again she was by no means disappointed. 

Mr. Strauss was equally aroused, his penis firm and ready. On his knees between her spread legs he could hardly recall feeling such excitement. Sara's naked body would be hard for any man to resist, but for Hermann, kneeling above her obviously receptive helplessness, recalling the beautiful music they had made earlier, she was a goddess irresistible. He gently lowered himself, easing his throbbing manhood into her soaking, slippery, shaved vagina, shivering with anticipation.

He expected to come almost instantly, but to his surprise he did not. Whether it was on account of Sara's skill in bed, even when bound, or just a desire to prolong his own pleasure, he slid gently in and out for what seemed forever, kissing her lovingly while Sara lost herself in the intense stimulation of the thick, soft ropes binding her breasts between their bodies and the immobility of her legs spread to receive him, the delicious friction of his member gliding over her clitoris, driving her higher and higher in ecstasy. As her world shrank to a tiny, fiery locus surrounding the tumescent penetrating extension of his mind and body, her orgasm surged outward, filling her entire being as she struggled with excruciating delight beneath him. Hermann exploded at that moment also, helplessly enclosed in her embrace, kissing her fervently again and again, his hot ejaculation surging deep into Sara's womb. With a tinge of regret she reflected that, safe as she was, she would not be bearing the fifth generation of one of her favorite composers. The two of them lay together for several minutes, exhausted and spent but happy in the warmth of their mutual embrace, Hermann finally breaking the silence. 

"Will you stay with me tonight, Sara my dear?"

"Yes, Herr Strauss."

"I'll untie you. Please call me Hermann."

"Hermann, I need you to untie my breasts, but I'd love to curl up with you with my hands and feet bound, if you wish. You have a lovely body, and gorgeous rope."

"Thank you, Sara. What a delightful, beautiful woman you are." He quickly released her from the spreading and encircling ropes, retying her ankles and wrists firmly enough to make her feel bound, but not so tight as to limit circulation. Pulling the covers over them he turned her on her side and nestled himself against her back, his arms wrapped around her, fondling her luscious breasts. He fell asleep rather quickly, but Sara lay awake, lost in his encircling arms and rope, deliciously contented and fulfilled beyond any recent experience, wondering if there could possibly be anything more than tonight. She had never before imagined herself as a mother, but if there ever was a man whose children she might consider bearing, he lay beside her now, softly snoring. Sara drifted off to sleep.

She was awakened by Jen gently shaking her. She started to say something, but Jen put her hand over her mouth and reached under her, lifting her out of the bed. Finding her bound, she carried her out of the room, closing the door softly behind her. 

"Sara, you slut," Jen teased, fingering the bonds. "I should spank you right here, but it would make too much noise. Come downstairs and I'll explain."




Turnabout Is Excellent Play



Sara was irritated at being taken from Hermann's arms, not to mention being awakened in the middle of the night, but there was nothing for it. Jen untied her, musing "Hmm, nice rope," and they went quietly downstairs to Jen's room. Once inside, Jen sat her on the bed and lay down beside her. "Sara," Jen continued, "you've been talking quite a bit about Herr Strauss lately, so I decided to do some research. Think about what happened up there. Did he ask you if he could tie you up?"

"No," Sara admitted. 

"Did he ask you for a safe word?" Once again, no. 

"Did he ask if he could take pictures?" Sara had to admit the negative yet again. 

"Did he ask you if you wanted him to fuck you?"

Sara was irritated at the tone of the question, and replied "I think it was pretty clear what my answer would have been."

"OK, granted. I expect your cute hairless pussy was just dripping for him." Sara glared at her. "But did he ask if you were safe, or offer any protection of his own?"

"No," Sara was forced to answer, starting to cry. 

Jen sat up and put her arm around her. "I'm sorry Sara, I was blunt and crude. I think you are falling in love with him, but you're not the first woman he's treated this way, and he needs to be taught a lesson. Besides, I'm a little jealous and I want to play too."

Jen explained that in her investigation she had found that for years he had been inviting young women to hotel rooms, tying them up and taking pictures. It didn't appear that he took any of them by force, but he hadn't always been a perfect gentleman. Jen had been able to get in touch with a number of women who had this experience, and found them mysteriously unwilling to talk. It appeared that he had threatened them to silence with the pictures, and often insisted on further assignations, in one case even after the women in question was married. Jen was only able to get their stories after assuring them of her utmost confidence, indicating that she might be able to bring him to some sort of justice. Rather surprisingly, none of them wanted him to be seriously harmed or brought before the law, but they were all at least somewhat angry with him. Several indicated that they enjoyed being tied by him, but not being threatened. 

"Sara, will you join in a little game with me? It might even make it more likely you'll be able to see Herr Strauss again." Sara agreed, so after ensuring that he would remain asleep a while longer and not go anywhere when he awoke, they planned the next day's activities. Actually, Jen had it pretty well worked out already, so she filled Sara in and sent her back to her own bed, then went to bed herself. 

Hermann Strauss awoke to find his ankles and wrists cuffed and bound to the top and bottom of the bed, Sara lounging in the easy chair nearby. She too was dressed differently than when he fell asleep with his arms encircling her contented, gently breathing bound body. Sporting a leather bustier which emphasized her breasts rather like the thick silk ropes she had worn the previous evening, through with entirely different affect, Sara projected voluptuous severity, leather chaps and boots finishing her outfit below.

"You are full of surprises, my dear", Herr Strauss said with a mixture of German polish and British understatement. "What is the meaning of this?"

"I'll get breakfast," Sara replied, dodging his question and disappearing out the door. She returned a few seconds later with a tray neatly set with coffee, fruit, rolls and an electric prod. "We'll have a light breakfast, since you have a busy morning ahead. Don't worry, we've rescheduled your flight to later this afternoon - you'll be at your hotel in time to be ready for your rehearsal tomorrow. Your agent didn't seem to be particularly surprised about your delay!"

After putting the tray down on the beside table she sat down on the bed and ran her hands over his bare chest and up his bound arms. "You've been very naughty, haven't you, Herr Strauss." Sara didn't elaborate, but Hermann Strauss had a feeling she knew more than she let on. He winced and tensed his body as Sara pressed the prod into his groin, but she didn't press the trigger. "I'm going to make you a bit more comfortable for breakfast now. Don't try any funny business - I'm armed and dangerous," she said with a broad salacious grin. "Sit up and put your hands in front of you when I release them."

With the prod still in one hand Sara unhooked Hermann's wrists from the bed, but not from each other. He swung them over his head and down in front and sat up as commanded, and she fastened the chain which had bound him to the bed around his back, securing his hands to his waist. She stacked up the pillows and pushed them against his back to help him sit, as his legs were still bound, and began to feed him.

Herr Strauss tried to remember if any of the women he had previously bound and fucked had ever fed him breakfast afterwards, and drew a blank. For that matter, he had never himself been bound, and was trying to integrate the idea. For a man used to being in control all his life, it was a novel and liberating experience, and he felt he was safe in this beautiful home, secured to this elegant comfortable bed in the company of this luscious woman. How many of those other women had felt equally safe tied up by him in strange and sometimes seedy hotel rooms? This thought made him a little uneasy as Sara seductively fed him grapes and carefully broken pieces of roll, then shared a cup of coffee with him, along with a moist and delicious kiss.

"May I still call you Hermann?" Sara asked with a smile.

"What would you do if I refused?" he asked, returning the smile.

"Guess" she responded with a rather mean grin, reaching for the prod.

"I would have said 'Yes' regardless," he replied, with a little shiver of excitement, wondering why he found the threatening gesture so arousing. 

Sara leaned over and kissed him firmly on his neck. Bringing her lips close to his ear she whispered "Hermann, I want you to meet my friend Jen. I'm going to tie you back down now. Don't resist or you know what I'll do." Jumping astride him she released his wrists and before he even realized they were free she leant forward and pressed her face against his, kissing him deeply as she quickly spread his wrists and fastened them to chains hidden at each corner of the bed. "Jen's a tormentor," Sara informed him with a grin, sinking her tongue deep into his mouth in another kiss. She leaped off, making a little erotic wiggle, and headed out the bedroom door, closing it behind her.

Herr Strauss was totally nonplussed. What started as a simple, though delicious, dinner and a night of conventional, albeit outstanding, sex, at least as he defined conventional, had veered in a completely unanticipated direction. He tested his bonds, shaking and pulling the chains. He was not stretched tightly, but he could not escape. He didn't seem to be in danger, either for his safety or of meeting his obligations, but he had no idea what the rest of the day held, a concept both infuriating and thrilling to him. Who was this Jen, and what was a tormentor? The minutes ticked by as the reality of his helplessness sank home. This Jen could keep him waiting as long as she wished.

Suddenly the door flew open and Jen breezed in, naked as the day she was born. Well, almost naked - she was carrying a tote bag, which she put down next to the bed, out of Herr Strauss's sight, then lay down beside him smiling, her head resting on his outstretched arm facing him, one arm over his chest, her fingers looping threateningly through his pubic hairs. 

"Let's get to know each other a bit better before I get started," Jen whispered into his ear, as she gently brushed his penis, then slid her hand up his chest to his mouth, circling his lips with her finger, then pressing them to her own. "I believe I know what you do for a living, and I also know a little more than you'd like about what you do for recreation. Would you like to know what I do?"

"I suspect that you do not make your living in music, Miss Jen. Do you play an instrument?"

"No, unless you consider the human body to be an instrument - as I do. I'd like you to call me Mistress Jen. It acknowledges our current reality," she replied with a smile, as she ran her hand up his arm to his bound wrist, raking him lightly with her fingernails on the way back down. 

"I conduct an ensemble of sorts, almost every day. Seven deliciously bound men and women writhe and struggle, suffering exquisitely at my touch as I punish them for their crimes - and it's completely legal! You can even buy a ticket to come and see me perform. It costs much more than a ticket to one of your performances, but you're a reasonably wealthy man, Mr. Strauss, and I assure you, it's a very interesting audience, very exclusive. I'm sorry your plane is too early for you to catch me today - perhaps another time." With that, Jen arched herself over him, pressing her breasts into his chest. Kissing him languidly, then raising herself on her elbows, she locked him firmly in her most severe gaze, giving him a little time to internalize her profession, then smiled, continuing quietly "But I'm here to play YOU now - time to get on with our lesson."

Jen climbed off the bed and reached into the bag, extracting a short telescoping spreader, and the electric prod. "Spread your legs," she commanded. Hermann was a bit confused how to respond, as his ankles were still bound together. "NOW" she shouted, pressing the prod into his side and pressing the trigger. Hermann yelped and bucked, and as he recovered from his surprise she thrust her arms between his legs, separating his knees enough to insert the spreader. "Relax and let me spread you wider," she ordered, softly and almost invitingly, as she grasped the two sides of the spreader and pulled them apart. The bar ratcheted quietly as his knees moved further apart and his legs rolled outward, exposing his vulnerability. She gave a final few twists to the knurled ring in the middle, forcing him to his limit. 

Hermann Strauss was quite uncomfortable. His legs were bent at the knees and stretched a bit beyond the bounds of comfort, but much worse, he had never felt so exposed before a woman in his life. He recalled having tied several women rather like this in the past, and remembered how excited he had been as he prepared to ravish them. He wondered now how they must have felt as he towered over their helpless bodies, throbbing with anticipation, before easing himself down into their yawning lips, receptive or perhaps not, doing as he alone pleased. 

Jen continued with his preparation. Sliding a long strap under the small of Hermann's back, she fastened each end to the bed's canopy rails and tightened them, suspending him several inches in the air, his anus exposed and accessible between his spread legs. 

"Mistress Jen, is this really necessary?" he complained, feeling acutely humiliated.

"Shut up - it would be pity to have to gag your handsome face - I might want to kiss you while I fuck you and make myself come. That's a concept I think you're familiar with, are you not?" Hermann realized she must know quite a lot more about his previous escapades than he thought would ever be revealed, as he'd been careful to extract promises of silence. 

"You won't be coming though, not this time. Fair is fair."

Jen was not speculating. Michael had been working on the neurophysiology of orgasm, and partly for the advancement of knowledge, partly for the amusement of the household, he had developed an anal plug with a variety of sensors which was uncannily capable. It could readily distinguish sexual arousal from impending orgasm, at least in a male, and could detect an oncoming climax in sufficient time to take effective countermeasures. The latest version of the plug had a tiny compressor which could inflate a constricting band, as well as shocking devices both on the surface of the plug and for external connection. Wearing this device connected to an inflatable penis ring could be an exquisitely frustrating experience for a man. But it was marvelous for teaching self-control. Jen took one out of her bag. 

Hermann Strauss felt excruciatingly vulnerable with much of his body suspended off the bed, bound hands and feet, stretched immobile with his legs bent and spread, staring anxiously at the high tech dildo with its little straps dangling from Jen's hand. Jen, essentially naked in latex gloves but all the more powerful for it, inspected him with detached amusement. "Herr Strauss, I do believe you are a virgin. I'll be gentle. Wouldn't want to hurt you, would I." She set the device aside for the moment.

Hermann wondered if she was serious, or just playing with his mind. In fact, it was both. Oiling up one hand, she eased a finger against his clenched sphincter. He winced in anticipation. He'd been examined by doctors, he recalled, and just tried to distance himself from the experience. Now, bound by a beautiful woman, he might as well try to get into it, he thought, a little reluctantly. 

"Just relax and let me in. You know I'm going to plug you - let me make it easy for you." Lubricating her other hand and massaging his penis, she eased her finger in and back out, then circled his anus, sending an unexpected wave of pleasure through his body. Easing back in, she smiled at him. "Not so bad, is it," she whispered, taking care not to make him come as she felt him relax. Before long she was able to insert a second, then a third finger, as he sighed, submitting himself to the pleasure of, rather remarkably, his first erotic anal penetration. But quick as a wink she withdrew her fingers and slid in the plug, pressing it firmly home. Hermann grunted in surprise as she tightened the narrow belt around his waist and secured the strap from front to back, nestling the little electrodes against the sides of his scrotum and fastening the constrictor around his penis. 

"Gotcha" she exclaimed with a grin. Without taking time to explain what the device was, she continued mysteriously "Now let's try it out," leaving Hermann wondering what its purpose might be, or how he would know if it was working or not. 

"Let's make you a little more comfortable." She loosened the strap suspending him off the bed, and reached between his legs, releasing the ratchet on the spreader. Hermann felt the outward force on his legs suddenly relieved, and stretched himself out straight, easing his cramps. He was surprised though that as his legs came together the feeling of fullness in his buttocks intensified. Jen massaged him back to full erection, and climbed aboard. 

"It feels so good to have you inside me" Jen cooed as she eased herself up and down on Herr Strauss, leaning forward to meet his lips in a deep erotic kiss. Hermann was sure he had died and gone to heaven, bondage notwithstanding, as he felt himself surging toward climax. 

"Yeoww" he yelled, as the device shocked him in the anus, on the scrotum, and compressed his penis painfully. "God damn you" he swore and glared at Jen, who gave him an evil smile in return. 

"Herr Strauss, I suggest you learn to control yourself. I'm nowhere close yet. We're playing Mahler, not Sousa."

Hermann glowered at Jen, but he quickly realized that he could in fact make the moment last. Michael's device was capable of subtle response if given a chance, and the slight constriction on his penis and tingling in his rectum soon gave him the feedback he needed to stay on a high plane of arousal without going over the edge. At times he felt like a human dildo, serving merely for Jen's pleasure, but the device's lesson was not lost on him. Recognizing that he would not come without Jen's permission, he threw himself into the performance of the duet, Jen soon shouting out with pleasure as she rode him in ecstatic abandon, finally exploding in radiant orgasm as she thrust herself mercilessly against his body and kissed him ferociously. 

Hermann's newly acquired self control was not yet equal to that onslaught, and he was shocked and squeezed again and again as Jen writhed and bucked on him, her orgasm seeming to last forever. He felt a pang of regret as he imagined what it would have been like to come together with her in that intense exchange, but realized that he would never have had anything like the stamina or the patience to attempt it before. He was also rather angry, exclaiming petulantly as Jen eased herself off him, "Mistress Jen, am I not to be allowed to come too?"

"Be careful what you wish for. I'm not done with you, and trust me, you do not want to come just yet." Jen reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of steel shackles connected by a chain about a foot long. Reaching over Herr Strauss, her delicious breasts dangling over his face, she snapped one shackle on his far wrist. Climbing back off him she pulled the chain hard toward his other wrist and slapped him smartly on the chest, forcing him to convulse and allow himself to be pulled upward upon relaxing. As he recovered from his surprise she pulled his other wrist over and snapped the second shackle around it. On account of the short chain, and the fact that his wrists were still cuffed by chains to the bed, along with his ankles below, Hermann was now stretched rather tightly. She snapped a second pair of shackles around his ankles, its chain loose over the cuffs already securing them together. 

"Hermann Strauss, you are under arrest for the thoughtless and inconsiderate violation of women for your pleasure alone, and for the use of compromising photographs, not only for sordid purposes, but also to enforce the silence of, and repeated access to your lovers, willing or unwilling. You will appear at the dungeon of the House of Bondage to answer these charges in twenty minutes." With that she walked to the closet and took out a beautiful gossamer gown. Deftly swirling it over her shoulders, she returned to the bed and kissed Hermann lightly on the lips, sliding her hands over his face and down his chest, then headed out the door. "See you soon," she called as she closed the door behind her. 

Hermann Strauss remained stretched and chained on the bed, reflecting on his charges, astonished to think that he was being "arrested" by a naked woman who had just used him to achieve a stunningly beautiful orgasm while he lay helpless, denied his own. The fullness in his rectum reminded him that he still wore the orgasm-denying device, though he certainly had no way to relieve his pent-up sexual frustration himself, secured as he was. 

He had about five minutes to reflect, then two staffers from JenLiz Productions entered, each armed with electric prods. Aware of the pain these could inflict, and hobbled by the shackles and chains on his wrists and ankles, he offered no resistance as they removed the leather cuffs and ordered him to get up from the bed and bring his hands down to his waist. Quickly fastening another chain to his wrist shackles and pulling it tight behind his back to bind his hands to his sides, they shuffled him to the elevator and down to the dungeon. 

Hermann Strauss had been wondering what the "dungeon of the House of Bondage" could possibly be, though he had figured he wouldn't have to find his own way there in twenty minutes. In the center of the well-equipped chamber a vertical pole was set up, with two horizontal bars, one close to the floor, one above head-height, each with leather cuffs attached at the ends. Hermann was soon spread-eagled by these cuffs, two thick leather straps securing his chest and groin firmly back to the pole. His feet were off the floor, his weight taken by the straps and a saddle nestled tightly into his crotch. The saddle supported an anal penetrator which invaded him rather uncomfortably, and a sleeve which enclosed his penis out in front. Several wires and tubes dangled ominously from the assembly. 




Turnabout Is Excellent Play



Round black rubber pads were fastened to his biceps, abdomen, thighs and legs, secured with Velcro straps. These pads also had wires attached, all gathered behind his back. His preparations had been performed so quickly that Hermann had almost no time to think about his surroundings, but now that they were were complete and the staffers had left, he had a little time to look around. He was not gagged, and he noticed that the pole was padded behind his head. He contemplated the devices and equipment standing about or hanging on the walls with considerable anxiety, though not a little curiosity also. 

The wall in front of him was mirrored, and three rather elegant chairs were set up in front of it, the center one almost like a throne. Looking in the mirror he could see that his wires and tubes were gathered neatly behind him, but did not seem to be connected to anything. Innocent until proven guilty, he though wryly. What would be the chances of acquittal by this kinky kangaroo court - not very high, he supposed. It had been just about twenty minutes since Jen had breezed out of the bedroom. 

The door opened and a JenLiz photographer came in with a large, imposing video camera on a tripod, and several still cameras hanging from his shoulders. Herr Strauss squirmed and seethed with anger, used as he was to being asked for permission before being photographed, but he squelched his complaint as the irony sank home. A moment later Jen walked in, with Sara right behind. 

Jen was no longer naked. Dressed in elegant professional power clothes and carrying an expensive-looking briefcase, she cut an imposing figure, her well-fitted cream-colored blouse and dark jacket bulging slightly as they flowed over her breasts, her cleavage just enticingly visible. Dark pants and dress boots completed the ensemble, along with a wide black belt with an elegant oval buckle. The buckle itself was suitable only for special occasions. Embedded in the ivory inset was a naked woman standing over a kneeling man, whip at the ready, the woman cast in gold, the man silver. It was old and had been passed down for generations with some embarrassment in Jen's family, and Jen loved it, though so far she hadn't been able to determine which of her ancestors had commissioned it, or why.

Sara had changed since breakfast also. She was dressed in the same clothes she had worn to the rehearsal with Herr Strauss; sexy short black skirt and dark blue halter top bulging suggestively around her breasts, exposing the tiniest bit of midriff. She had a thin black leather band around her neck, and elegant, rather ominous boots with high but not awkward heels, her legs delightfully bare from the top of the boots to the bottom of her skirt. Herr Strauss had of course no difficulty mentally stripping her, as he wistfully remembered falling asleep with his arms around her deliciously naked round bound body. He almost forgot, as he recalled the previous night, the uncomfortable bondage he was now suffering. He regretted passing over Sara at the first rehearsal for the cute young conservatory student in the last chair of the second violins, who turned out to be irritatingly unresponsive and called him a dirty old man, insisting he untie her immediately. Fortunately he had her pictures, and had warned her to keep quiet or her musical career would be over. 

Jen and Sara took their places at the two side chairs, but did not sit. Liz walked in wearing flowing judge's robes, though it appeared she had nothing on underneath. As they sat down the photographer called "Hear ye, hear ye, this court is now in session, in the matter of Hermann Strauss vs. the Women of the World."

Herr Strauss could hardly suppress his urge to burst out laughing, but reminded of his situation by the plug in his ass and the tight straps which enclosed his naked body, he forced himself to keep quiet. 

"Herr Strauss, you have heard the charges made against you when you were arrested," Liz called out, locking him in her icy gaze. "Do you wish me to repeat them, or in the interest of time can we proceed?"

Hermann's urge to laugh evaporated as Liz's penetrating gaze drilled home. Half deciding to play along, half truly frightened, he answered "No, your Honor, I understand the charges." It was clear that Jen represented the prosecution. Was Sara here to speak in his defense, he wondered?

"What is your plea?"

"Innocent." Actually, he was starting to feel quite guilty, but he was curious to see just what evidence might have escaped his efforts at concealment, and he was also starting to feel a tinge of pleasure at his predicament, an exhilarating excitement at the prospect of his sentence, which he was pretty sure would be executed by Jen. 

Turning to Jen, Liz asked, "Prosecutor, what evidence do you have to support your charges against this man?"

Jen got up from her chair and walked up to Hermann, wearing an evil but exceedingly erotic smile, and showed him a picture, his picture of the conservatory student bound in thick silk ropes, looking rather frightened and not terribly sexy. 

"How did you get hold of that!" he snarled, then suddenly realized his mistake. In most legitimate courts of law self-incrimination is not admissible, but in this court, he was doomed. Hermann had, for reasons we will never completely understand, made it his practice to give his victims copies of their pictures. Perhaps imagining that they would get turned on looking at themselves helplessly bound in rope, as indeed some of them did, gave him an added thrill as he enjoyed the pictures himself. 

But there were more. Jen pulled out picture after picture, some decades old and hardly discernible, but Hermann remembered. 

"How did you obtain these pictures?" 

"I worked hard to prepare my case, Herr Strauss, and you should know that Sara was unaware of my efforts until after she left you last night. These women, blackmailed by you to silence, were assured that if they shared this information, you would be brought to justice, and after learning more about me and satisfied of my confidentiality they were willing to help. You are safe from them, Herr Strauss - you are not present in the pictures." Hermann's mind spun as he revisited each of these women, trying to remember each experience. How was it? Did she enjoy his advances? Was she frightened? How did she react to being bound? And hardest to remember, did she come? He really hadn't thought about it one way or the other, he realized with regret, recalling Sara's delicious orgasm the previous night. 

"But consider your present condition, and the cameras trained on you now, Herr Strauss. Be aware that we have the best security there is to be had. Our pictures of you, including our escapade this morning, are perfectly safe, if I wish them to remain so." 

Jen's eyes locked with Hermann's, as she let this implication sink in. He squirmed against his bonds, alternately remorseful at the lives he had left in a state of emotional limbo, and furious at the presumption of these women who had, it seemed, laid a trap for him and were now abusing him shamefully. What right had they to do this? But what right had he to behave so cavalierly to his lovers either? Adding to his emotional turmoil was the vision of Sara, right before him now, who played such beautiful music, whose company he had enjoyed so much, and who seemed to be more of an innocent bystander than an accomplice in his downfall.

"The prosecution rests." Jen returned to her seat.

Liz addressed the court. "Sara will speak for the defendant." Looking earnestly at Sara, Liz asked her what she had to say. 

"The defendant has admitted his guilt - I cannot gainsay that. But he is not a monster - he was gentle and loving with me, and tied me up very skillfully..."

"He's had a lot of practice'" Jen muttered, "and good luck blackmailing you with bondage pictures."

"with complete care for my comfort. With gentle chastisement I believe he will mend his ways, if he has not done so already."

"Sure, Sara - you were probably oblivious to pain by then. I suppose you intend to deliver the gentle chastisement?"

"Jen, that was mean to take me from his arms - I was so happy..." Sara groused, and Liz, sensing the charade spiraling out of control and fearing a spat, decided to bring proceedings to a close. 

"Order, please. I believe we have heard enough. Hermann Strauss, you have been found guilty of the charges brought against you. Have you anything to say before sentence is pronounced?"

Hermann decided that his best strategy was to play along. He'd heard of places in his own country and in England where people played like this, and his impression was that they went safely home to tea afterward - he hoped the same rules applied here. 

"No, your Honor, I am guilty as charged, and I regret the suffering I may have caused. I will take care to be more considerate in the future."

Liz gripped Hermann with an icy stare. "The punishment for these crimes is to be lashed ten times with the whip, followed by two hours of painful electrically stimulated punishment exercise to be suffered while strictly bound."

A surge of terror coursed though Hermann's body like steel shards as he looked back into Liz's eyes, gradually appreciating the fearsome depth of her person, her powerful womanhood. Looking beyond the theatrical proceedings, he thought about the suffering he had caused, and supposed that the he probably did indeed deserve such a punishment, severe though it sounded. But he also had a plane to catch and rehearsals to lead...

"But the court has heard the testimony of Sara, and has decided to grant clemency. You will be lashed four times with the whip and suffer punishment exercise for one hour. Jen, you may proceed with the punishment."

"I need five minutes, your Honor," Jen requested with a gleeful grin.

"Granted. Court is adjourned." Liz replied. Lacking a gavel, she banged the arm of her chair with her palm as she looked once again into Hermann's eyes, not so unkindly this time. "Have fun with Jen."

"All rise" cried the photographer. Liz got up and walked to the dungeon door, her robes momentarily parting to reveal her bare legs, and just for the briefest instant, her attractive dark pussy. Hermann suspected this was not an accident, and primarily for his benefit - right now he controlled almost nothing. He couldn't even rise from his seat, but he assumed that he'd get a bye on that. Jen and Sara left moments later, followed by the photographer, leaving Hermann hanging in bondage alone, to contemplate his fate. The video camera was, he observed, still running, and he supposed correctly that in addition to recording his humiliation, someone was monitoring the feed to ensure his safety. 

Five minutes seemed like an eternity. Hermann's arms were aching a bit, and the anal plug reminded him continually of his helpless condition. Four lashes - what would that be like? The punishment exercise didn't sound so bad - after all, he'd probably have gone to the gym if he weren't tied up here. He squirmed and fought his bonds from time to time, but they held him securely. He would be there when Jen returned.

Which was almost exactly in five minutes, though Hermann had no clock to check. Jen had changed again, and was now mostly encased in leather. Tall and ominous, her trim triangular pussy was salaciously displayed, though inaccessible to one bound as he was. Her top had clearly been made especially for her, as it perfectly matched and enclosed the almost artistic perfection of her tapered breasts, up to the point where her nipples sprang free. In her heeled boots she towered over Hermann, whose widely spread legs made his body fairly low in spite of his feet being off the floor. She still wore the belt, the buckle entirely suited to this outfit. 

Hermann squirmed as he took in this magnificent sight. He supposed that if he had to be punished, it might as well be in style, and this appeared to be the best. Still, the sight of the long single-tail coiled in her hand, and his sentence of four lashes, sent shivers up and down his spine. 

Jen walked up and stooped slightly to kiss him, her leather-encased breasts and bare nipples pressing on his chest. Straightening up she whispered in his ear "To be whipped safely you need to be tight, and I have to connect up your electrical pads too." She walked behind him and tightened his straps mercilessly. Hermann grunted in response as she quickly attached his wires and the hoses from his saddle to an ominous-looking console she wheeled over from the side. The sight of the power cord trailing from the console to the wall, along with the wires going to all his round black electrodes was terrifying - he simply had to trust that Jen knew what she was doing - she certainly did. 

Jen returned front with a control pad in hand, the whip looped over her arm. She touched it and suddenly his anal plug seemed to come alive, growing and locking itself inside him, liquid flowing in and out. The sleeve on his penis moved slightly. 

"Gott in Himmel, what are you doing to me," Hermann exclaimed, though he had to admit that however embarrassing it might be, the sensation was not entirely unpleasant. After all, the day had already been full of surprises. He looked over to the video camera, silently blinking, and felt thankful that at least it could not see what was going on inside him. He would have to trust these people for much more than just to release him unharmed that day. 

"Herr Strauss, surely you did not expect just an ordinary whipping." Jen laughed as she set up a firm, steady stimulation in his ass and on his penis, enough to keep him aroused but not make him come. She backed away and set down the pad, then began swinging the whip back and forth, without touching him. Hermann winced each time it whistled past, floating in space between the pleasure in his groin and the fearful swish of the whip. Suddenly Jen reared back and took aim. Hermann winced and closed his eyes, clenched and steeled for the fiery pain he imagined he was about to experience. 

CRACK. Hermann jumped and flailed in his bonds, feeling like he had just been slapped, not at all what he expected. A bit chagrined, he opened his eyes to observe an angry gash in the strap surrounding his chest, little shards of leather peeling from the surface, but no blood - the gash did not go through. 

"Drat!" said Jen. "I hate it when that happens. Guess you get that one for free."

Preparing for her second attack, she locked eyes with Hermann, who squirmed with fear on the pole, trying to estimate what would have happened had the first blow landed on his skin, fully expecting to find out in another second. "My god," he thought, "this women must be truly insane - I'll need stitches after three of these."

But Jen appeared to be ready to follow through with the punishment. She reared back and took careful aim. Hermann closed his eyes again, shuddering with fear. The whip flipped around his back and landed with a soft snap on his belly, sending a sharp sting radiating outward to meld with the pleasure in his groin. Hermann opened his eyes as Jen erupted with laughter. 

"You didn't really think I'd do that to you, did you?

"Mistress Jen, I have no way to know what you might do. I presume you did not really miss the first lash?"

"No, I did not."

Hermann Strauss was having the devil of a time sorting out his feelings. Who would have thought that being spread-eagled on a pole, plugged in the ass and rinsed out inside, while being whipped on the outside, could possibly be pleasurable. Indeed, in most circumstances it probably would not be. But this gorgeous, frightening, humorous and intelligent leather-encased women was giving him the ride of his life. He thought about music. Much music is not beautiful, and some, even some of the best, is jarring, even downright ugly. But taken as a whole, it is the stuff of human experience, boiled down to its essence. He had, in his musical life, plumbed the depths, extracted terrifying sounds from a symphony orchestra, but everyone left the concert hall uninjured. Was Jen similarly capable in her chosen realm - he was starting to think so. Perhaps he could even apply these lessons to his music. 

His brief reverie ended as Jen approached him and locked him in her gaze again, though not terrifyingly. 

"I'm good, aren't I?"

"Yes, Mistress Jen, indeed you are." He thought about high-flying soloists on the stage, star pianists and violinists who took chances every day in the concert hall. There were the occasional clinkers, but for every wrong note there were thousands of right ones. Jen had taken that chance. She could have missed, and he would have been hurt, but sizing her up he was pretty certain that the chance was very low. He thought briefly about French horn players, and quickly dismissed that thought. 

"Would you like to see how good? You have two more lashes to go to fulfill your sentence. I can give you two more like the last, but that wouldn't be much fun, would it? Where would you really like them?"

Jen touched her lips lightly to his forehead as she massaged his nipples, which poked forward just beneath the freshly grooved strap across his chest. "I think these are the perfect spot, don't you," she breathed as she slid a little lower, brushing her own leather–encased breasts and projecting nipples against his. Hermann felt a surge of excitement through his entire body as he finally yielded himself totally to Jen. "However," she continued softly, "I need to hear you say yes."

"Yes, Mistress Jen, I think they would be the perfect spot."

"You must do exactly as I say. Pianos, whatever people may think, are not alive, and they do not squirm." 

"She must read my mind," Hermann thought to himself, as he sank further into her thrall. 

"Press yourself hard against the strap, breathe in deeply, and look straight into my eyes. Do not close your eyes until you are ready."

Hermann was astounded that he was cooperating in his own punishment, but the thrill surging though his body was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He pressed himself against the strap, breathed in, and looked deeply into Jen's eyes. Who can describe the energy which flowed between them, the maelstrom of erotic fire, swirling through his very being. He closed his eyes. 

CRACK. The sound was terrifying and an agonizing sting erupted from Hermann's left nipple, but it dissipated in milliseconds, swirling in with all the other sensations, physical and mental, surging through his body. 

He opened his eyes, and his nipple was still there, a little red but apparently undamaged. Jen smiled seductively. 

"Are you prepared to take stroke four?"

"Yes, Mistress Jen," Hermann replied, once again pressing himself against the strap and breathing in. Once again the energy flowed, Hermann feeling his entire existence sucked into this goddess-woman, then returned to him purified in the fires of hell, or heaven, perhaps both. He closed his eyes.

CRACK. The exquisite instantaneous agony-ecstasy once again surged. Hermann might never do anything like that again, but he would never forget the experience. He opened his eyes to see Jen approaching, smiling and whip-less, a small bottle of balm in her hand. She kissed him, being careful not to touch his nipples, which were starting to sting a bit, and put a little balm on her fingers. He winced as she first applied it to him, but the pain quickly subsided, replaced by a pleasurable warmth. 

"I think you'll remember me for a few days, so I'll give you this bottle to take with you."

"Mistress Jen, I believe I will remember you much longer than a few days."

"Thank you. You deserve an orgasm for that, but not quite yet. You still have an hour of punishment exercise," Jen reminded him with a smile. 




Turnabout Is Fair Play



The sun had just begun to trickle through the blinds when I awoke. I glanced over at you, my Master, your short dark hair spilling over the pillow, your face lost in sleep. Smiling, our naked limbs entwined from the night before, I basked in the light as I planned the last details of the day. For today was the day I was going to show you what it was like to submit.

We had discussed it before, after a scene… you had asked me what subspace was like with such longing in your eyes. I had tried to explain how it made me feel, the comfort, the pleasure, the ecstasy I experienced while in space… but I couldn't even begin to tell you every sensation. You had dismissed it then, but I had seen the desire in your eyes, and had decided then that one day, I would show you life on the other side of the ropes.

I carefully disentangled my body from yours, rolling onto the floor silently and standing, praying I wouldn't wake you. Tiptoeing over to the dresser we shared, I opened the last drawer, our toy drawer. I took out some nylon rope, remembering how delicious it had felt against my skin… and, after some thought, also picked out a blindfold, a feather, and a dog chain to use as a collar. I then slipped on a short skirt, a black velvet bra and a tight tee shirt, smiling as I touched my smooth pussy and thought of your reaction when you realized I wasn't wearing panties. I put my hair up in a clip, letting two tendrils frame my face… then I added my usual eyeliner and some dark red lipstick. I pirouetted in the mirror… I was ready.

Gathering the toys in my arms, I began to sneak back over beside your bed. I stepped on a bard hat creaked under my feet… I inhaled deeply, and you shifted, but didn't wake up. With a sigh of relief, I made it back to you, undetected, and gently placed the toys on the bed, only keeping the rope in my hands. A glance to the clock told me it was 11:14, and a good time to begin your education.

I kissed your neck, and you rolled over with a groan, blinking sleepily. I took the chance to straddle you, trap your hands with mine, and tie them swiftly and securely over your head to the headboard.

"Good morning," I whispered, with another kiss.

You opened your eyes then, and tried to embrace me, only to find your hands were bound. A slow smile crept over your face. "Good morning, my slave… what is all this, then?"

I grinned. "I'm afraid I must correct you… as long as you are bound, you are mine, pet… It is, I believe, time you saw life through a submissive's eyes."

You chuckled, a bit surprised that my rope work was so well done. "I see," you said. "You will be, you know, severely punished for this later…"

"I don't think you're in a place to be making such threats," I countered with a smile. I pulled the sheet off of you, rubbing my already wet pussy over your naked chest. I watched with delight as your eyes widened, it clicking that I wasn't wearing underwear. I kissed your neck again, sliding the blindfold over your eyes, dragging the dog chain, which was cold, over your skin, enjoying the sight of goosebumps as they prickled your skin. I then clipped the chain around your neck, coming close to whisper, "Now you are collared by me," in your ear, licking gently, teasingly at your lobe as you moaned. I swung my leg back over you, kneeling at your side as I began to trace designs on your skin with my fingertips, stars and spirals dancing over your sensitive body. Your cock was already erect by this time, and you quietly whispered, "Please…"

I stopped. "Please what, my pet? I haven't even begun with you… you have much longer to wait before you can even think of cumming… and I certainly hope, for your sake, that you don't cum without permission…" I picked up the feather and tickled you with it, watching your cock swell even more as I teased you. I straddled you again, running my cunt over your body, rocking back and forth, feeling a delicious energy pulsing through my blood. After silently doing this for a while, my ass touching your cock but never rubbing against it, just sudden contact, I let my nails run over your sides, feeling you writhe under my fingertips.

"You like that, don't you?" I said, smiling, continuing to scratch lightly over your sides and nipples, noticing how you moved into the touches. All you could do was moan assent.

I then removed the blindfold, taking off my shirt and slowly, very slowly removing my bra to show you my peach nipples. "Do you like these?" I asked, letting my body come close to yours, pressing my breasts into your chest. You nodded silently, and I sat up again, dragging my pussy over your stomach. I pinched each nipple until it was pink and hard, standing up perkily to display itself to your eager eyes. "Wouldn't you love to have them in your hands?" I whispered, bouncing each breast in my hand softly. "Wouldn't you like to pinch then with your nails, to feel as they get aroused, all hard under your fingers?"

"Mmmm…" you replied, and I smiled. I lifted my skirt to show you my smooth cunt, and you moaned under me. 

"What about this?" I asked, teasing you. "It's all nice and smooth… wouldn't you just love to run your hands over it, feel just how silky it is?" I stroked my fingers over it myself, and shivered a bit as I felt my pussy begin to drip juices down my thighs. I tucked the little skirt up, to make sure you had a good view, positioning myself right over your face as I twirled my finger over my clit. Then I inserted one finger into my eager and desperate pussy, removing it to taste my own cum on my finger… You moaned again, straining under me, struggling against your bonds desperately but futilely. I plunged two fingers, then three, into my hot, wet cunt, pumping them in and out, telling you throatily how good it feels, and how much I'd love for it to be your cock inside me, and wouldn't you like to have your cock inside me too? You wriggled and moaned, "Yes, please…" as I continued to pump my fingers, at last pulling them out and offering them to you. 

"Lick them clean", I demanded, and you did so eagerly, taking every drop of my cum with your tongue. "If you clean them to my satisfaction, perhaps I will direct more attention to your cock," I whispered with a sly smile, rubbing my ass over your rock hard cock. When my fingers were at last completely clean, I turned, straddling you the opposite way, licking just your cock head with my tongue. My hair had come loose, and was brushing your ever-more-sensitive skin, my tongue ring tickling your cock head, sucking just the tip, lightly, then harder, then lightly again... teasing… always teasing…

My eyes met yours, a slight smile on my lips... I kissed your cock again, sliding my skin over yours, turning back around to straddle you again, my body now fully against yours. I kissed your lips, opening your mouth with my tongue, my breasts again pressing into your chest. Eagerly, needily you responded under me, your tongue plunging into my mouth, trying to regain some sort of control… but I pulled away, and kissed your neck, your cheek, your eyelids, chuckling to myself at your feeble attempt to be the Master here. I could feel my control, reveled in your situation, delighted in the pleasure shining from your eyes, how aroused I had made you. I kissed your lips again deeply, then ending that kiss, moving down your jawline, kissing to your ear, nibbling gently on the lobe, licking and tickling a little inside it... moving down your neck, licking it and biting at it softly. You moaned loudly, and I put a finger to your lips to hush you… I could tell you were on the brink of orgasm, and that I was bringing you close each time I touched you, never allowing you release. 

I bent close to you, whispering in your ear, "If I let you loose now… what would you do?"

You closed your eyes meekly, and answered, "Whatever you wished of me, I'm sure…"

I dragged my hands over your arms, and untied the ropes… but when you were free, you suddenly flipped me onto my back, pinning my arms under me. I gasped, realizing I was about to get what had been coming to me, and there was precious little I could do to prevent it. My heart fluttered, and my eyes sparkled as you held my hands at my sides. I knew in my mind you would do this, that you would retake the control from me… and that was what delighted me.

"So, my little teasing slut," you growled, "Thought you would try the Domme thing on me, hmm?"

"Yes," I tried weakly, struggling a little but knowing it was no use.

"Well, my love, I believe it's time you made it up to me, don't you?"

I nodded.

"On your hands and knees," you commanded, removing the dog chain around your neck with a sharp smile. I quickly obeyed, my skirt draping over my naked ass, barely covering it. Deftly you flipped the skirt over my ass, exposing it, and I felt your hand smack each cheek, hard and fast and sweetly, a total of 10 times each, as I cried out for the mercy I prayed in my heart you wouldn't show me.

Then I felt you plunge your cock into my cunt, filling me totally, and I moaned, feeling the pent up desire build to a crest. You fucked me hard, your cock going deeper into me than I would have ever believed possible, my breasts heaving with each stroke. 

"Thought you'd get away with it, didn't you, my lovely little whore?" you murmured, each word accented with another plunge of your cock into my begging pussy. I shook my head, unable to speak, tears of pleasure rolling down my cheeks as you fucked me. You pulled out quickly, positioning your cock head right over my waiting asshole, and you grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back as I gasped and moved my ass against your cock.

"What is it you want, hmm? Does my little slave want her ass fucked too?"

"Oh, please, yes," I groaned, pressing harder and more insistently.

You laughed a little. "And why should I, after your disobedience this morning?"

My mind was blank… I had no reason, no excuse… why, indeed, should he pleasure me when I had teased him so mercifully? "Please…" I begged, closing my eyes, feeling the tears of need fall from my cheeks. "I want to feel you inside me, my Master… I've been bad, I know… and I'm sorry… just, oh, please, fuck me hard!"

In response you plunged into my tight ass, and I screamed as you began to fuck me as mercilessly there as you had my cunt. The waves of orgasm overcame me, and the joy of being so thoroughly used, so delightfully owned, became too much… suddenly in my ear, I heard the words I longed for so much…

"Cum, my little slut, my darling slave," you commanded, and I allowed myself release, felt the climax shudder through my body with an intensity I hadn't felt in a long time. I felt you cum into my ass, your semen flooding it gloriously. I had never felt so full and so 

desired in my life.

You pulled out, and I whimpered, feeling the loss. You held me close, my ass still reddened from my spanking, and you kissed me so tenderly. 

"I must say," you murmured, "while being a submissive is lovely, I much prefer to be the Dominant in these situations." And with that you kissed me, and whispered, "And I admire your restraint, to be able to take what I have to give so well. I adore you, my dear."

I smiled and nuzzled you. "Yes… turnabout may be fair play… but I like much more to be in your bonds."

And with that, the sun bathing our naked and exhausted bodies, we fell back into the realm of dreams. 



Turnabout is Fair Play



This story is a collaboration between myself and the_lovebunny. Just want to thank her for her support and her words...Thanks angel

I know he is cheating on me, I just know it. I see the way he looks at other women. They way he fawns all over my friends, I am sure he has probably fucked half of them. Well that’s it.  I am going to show him, two can play at that game. 

I work in a small office and there is a handsome, West Indian computer tech named Sebastian. He is slightly younger than me and he is extra fine.  All the women in the office swoon when he comes by.  However, since he first started working there it’s me that he showers with extra attention. A smile here, a wink there, all done in passing but something I looked forward to everyday.  One day I saw him in the cafeteria, (I usually eat lunch at my desk) and he was walking to another table when he noticed me. 

"What’s a sexy gurl like you doin, sittin by herself?" 

My heart almost stopped. He said it in such an alluring way with his Caribbean lilt and his big bright smile that it made me wet on the spot. I mumbled something, blushing from the compliment as he sat across from me. He must've thought I was shy and carried the conversation. I was really sitting there wishing I could be his soup spoon. He went on and on about how this position was just a stop for him and how he was opening his own business and so on. I just nodded in assent to most of what he was saying because I was mesmerized by his broad shoulders and sexy chest. He was so damn good looking. He must've thought he was boring me because he abruptly changed the subject.

"You’re married, right?" 

"Yes, several years now."

"So, you happy?"

I hesitated not knowing what to say, normally if asked I would say 'Oh everything is fine', but things weren't fine and I didn't know what to say. 

"I suppose so...," my voice trailing off, my eyes averted, trying not to make contact with his gorgeous eyes. 

"Well let me tell you, your man is crazy if he is not taking care of a fine, sexy lady such as yourself. I know I would treat a woman like you as my queen," he then grabbed my hand and kissed my palm. 

I melted right there. From that day on, we always had lunch together. He tried to push things along but I gently rebuffed him. He completely understood of my situation, which only made him more attractive.

At home things got worse as my husband paid less and less attention to me. Though we fucked on occasion, it wasn't the same. I personally, felt like some chore he crossed off his to do list. Plus there is no way he has that much "overtime".  Overtime is always a euphemism for 'extra pussy'. The last time he fulfilled his husbandly duties, I could not stop wondering where he had been and who he'd been there with. I thought of all the women he was probably sleeping with. I wondered if he did all the things with them he insisted he was too tired to do with me. I felt secondhand. Like he was touching me with hands that had touched another. I felt dirty. As soon as he was finished I ran to the shower to wash the stink from his slutty whores. 

As I stood in the shower crying, I decided that what is good for the goose is fair play for the gander. I decided to take Sebastian up on his offer to treat me like a queen. 

My husband was going out of town for a business meeting and would be away for a day. So I invited Sebastian to my home and prepared dinner for him. We sat in front of a fire and I let the evening take me away. 

We sat on the couch, the fire being the only light in the room. Sebastian had his arm around me and we sat looking into flickering flames listening to jazz. I was so nervous. I had never done anything like this before. Cheating always felt like well, cheating.  But being there with Sebastian was my husband’s fault.  I relaxed and let myself enjoy this wonderful young man and the attention I deserved. With the fire and the music, I was soon so wet I thought I would drown. 

Sebastian looked over at me and leaned in for a kiss. 

"Oh Sebastian" I whispered just before his lips touched mine. Then out of nowhere his tongue was all over the place. He was licking my lips, cheeks, my nose, everywhere but my tongue. I tried to grab his face to direct him towards my mouth but he wasn't following so he kept licking as he drenched my face with his spit. 

When he finally stopped I didn't know what to do, I was used to long passionate kisses with my husband, our tongues entwined in a gentle way that foretold the way our bodies would later wrap themselves together and mesh as one.  Not the tongue bath that I'd just received. If his kisses were a true indication, this was looking bad.  Then I thought, he could have a good-sized dick and I can always get on top. So I let him stay.

"Hey sexy Lady, I got sum'ting fi ya." his accent getting thicker by the moment. He unloosed his belt and pulled out his dick. 

"Gurl, tis is wha cha been wantin."

Then he began to stroke his dick which was definitely not impressive. My husband was so much bigger. Sebastian paled in comparison in so many ways as I began to see him in a different light. 

Just as I was about to tell Sebastian this is a bad idea, He grabbed the back of my head and began to push it down towards his dick. Oh god, what have I gotten myself into here. He was telling me to suck it in a nasty way. Calling me bitch and things like that.  My mind was set on revenge anyway, so what the hell. I moved my mouth on his dick and began sucking it. After my husband's big dick, deep throating his smaller version was no problem. 

In no time at all, he was moaning and groaning like he was about to cum. His noises had me so horny and wet, I wanted a little reciprocation. I lifted my head. He opened his eyes as if to ask 'what happened?' 

"Let's put that tongue of yours to work," as I spread my legs and began playing with my pussy, "I want you to eat my pussy." 

"Are ya crazy gurl, I man no licky lick , I man jukka jukka,' he said in a thick Jamaican patois, as he looked at me with admonishment for having the nerve to ask him. Then he moves forward and pushes himself on top of me. 

"Ughhh," he said as he easily entered me. He began to fuck me but with no rhythm, no emotion, no passion. This was truly a zip less fuck. He kept pumping and pumping.  He moved his neck more than he moved his hips. In and out. In and out. I laid on my back and counted the dents in our stucco ceiling, waiting for him to finish. But he kept going and going. 

"Turn around with dat big ass," he said to me. I was going to refuse but what ever it took to get him to finish and leave I was ready to do. He entered me very quickly and began ramming me from behind. Oh god, please cum and go.

Suddenly, I felt his thumb on my asshole. If he thinks he is assfucking me, he is crazy. But as his thumb began to enter my ass, he groaned loudly and came. 

I jumped up and said, "You have to get dressed and leave. My husband will be here any minute. Hurry." 

He picked up his clothes and started to get dressed but as soon as he had on his pants I rushed him out of the door, shoes and shirt in hand. Then I went into my shower and cried, for hours. Oh God what did I do? 

I eventually dried off and crawled into bed. 

Sometime in the middle of the night, a hand touched my shoulder followed by a light kiss both so familiar to me I could recognize them blindfolded. 

"Hey, Beautiful, Just got in." 

"What are you doing here? What time is it? I thought you’d be here tomorrow?" 

"I wanted to sleep in my bed tonight with my wife, is that a crime?" 

"But it’s a ten hour drive, baby." 

"I know, but I couldn't wait to give you this.”

"Give me what?” My husband slipped the most beautiful diamond pendant over my head. "What's this?" I asked my eyes full of tears.

"It's my overtime. I wanted you to know how special you are to me. Ten years ago today...well yesterday now, was the first time I ever saw you. You didn't know me from Adam but I knew the second I saw you that you would be the woman I'd married. It took me another month just to get the courage to speak to you. But if I had not seen you that day I would not now be the luckiest man on the face of the Earth."

Then he kissed me the way I loved to be kissed and he cuddled up to me as I closed my eyes and tried to erase the nightmare that happened this evening. 

I decided to be honest with him," Honey, I have something to tell you...?" 

Snore. 

I smiled. I just wanted to tell you I love you.



Turnabout Is Fair Play



The lights are low in the apartment and there are scented candles flickering on the dining table wafting their perfumed essence into the air. My sweetheart comes through the door. We kiss and he proceeds to give me a shoulder massage. He knows how much I love those.

I get him his favorite drink and he settles into the couch and tells me about his day. He's already planned what he has in store for me, but I have different ideas. We kiss and cuddle with each other for a while as the soft music is playing in the background. He says "Why don't you slip into something more comfortable?" and I get up and head toward the bedroom.

He waits in the living room as I ready myself behind closed doors. I put on my beautiful red lace nighty and a light spray of his favorite perfume. As I touch up my lipstick, I remember what else I had set aside and I put that on too. I slip under the covers. "Sweetie, I'm ready....." He comes into the bedroom and there I am, waiting for him, perfumed in satin and lace. Just what he's been waiting for all day.

He takes off his shirt and reveals his muscular chest with just the right amount of hair on it. He comes over to my side of the bed and I run my hands through his chest hair. I undo his pants and slide them and his undershorts down. I give his cock a lick and a suck or two, and it springs to attention. "Come to bed, sweetie," I say with a wink, so he climbs under the covers on his side of the bed.

He rolls over on top of me and kisses me. I say, "Would you like to try something a little bit different tonight, sweetie, just to spice things up a bit?" 

He lays there and thinks about it for a minute, all sorts of scenarios running through his mind, and replies, "Sure. Why not." 

I tell him to close his eyes and I grab the rope out of the bedside table. I make sure I have four separate lengths of rope available.

He's dying of curiosity about what's going to happen and I say "No peeking!!" He shuts his eyes even tighter. I blindfold him and throw the bedcovers back. I have him roll over onto his stomach and move his wrists to the sides of the bed, where I tie them one at a time with the soft cotton rope. 

He knows in his heart that I'd never do anything that would really injure him. I tie his ankles also to the corners at the foot of the bed with the two remaining lengths of the soft cotton rope. He's going nowhere now, so I can have my way with him. "How are you feeling now, sweetie?" I ask. 

"Wonderful honey," he replies, "But...what are you doing?" Now his mind is racing with all the possibilities but, never in a million years, would he know what I was planning.

"You'll see." He hears the nightstand drawer on my side of the bed open again and wonders what I'm doing. I fasten the dildo into the O-ring on my strap-on harness. I put a condom on the dildo and add some lube to it. I rub the dildo along the crack of his bum and he starts to quiver and tense up. He doesn't know exactly what I have in mind, but he knows it has something to do with his bum. 

He knows he can't get away, regardless. I put a latex glove on and I slip a finger into his hole. His sphincter twitches and relaxes to accommodate it. Then I slip two fingers in and out for a few seconds and then, finally, three. In spite of himself, he likes the way it feels and moans as he feels it stretch his bumhole. I remove my fingers from his bum and he hears me take the glove off. 

He thinks, "Is she done with this? Now what is she going to do?" I rub the head of the dildo along his butt crack again and rest it on his bum, lightly pushing on his hole. He struggles against the ropes. 

"Oh sweetie, just relax. This is not anything you haven't done to me many, many times. Now it's your turn to see how it feels to take it in your backside." I slather some lube on his butt and push against his hole with the head of my silicone cock. It slips inside, the head of my cock making it just past his sphincter. 

He makes some involuntary noises and moans as he gets used to the feel of something bigger than fingers in his bum. I begin to slowly push the whole length of it into the depths of his bumhole. I know it will push against his prostate, which I hope will feel good to him, that is if he can get used to having something stretching his bumhole at the same time.

I start to thrust into his bum with my dildo, slowly at first. As I do, the base of the dildo presses against my clitoris because I have the front of the harness placed down low. With every thrust, I get more and more aroused. I grab his hips with my hands so his bumhole stays where I want it. I start to fuck him faster as I get more and more aroused. His cock gets harder as I fuck him and my silicone cock massages his prostate. 

I reach around with one lube-covered hand and stroke his cock as I'm fucking him in the bum. My pussy is wet and throbbing and I start to orgasm, I fuck him faster and faster. "Oh my god!! Oh my god!! Oh shee-it, I'm cumming!!!" My hips and upper thighs slap against his butt cheeks. Whap! Whap!! Whap!!! 

I keep stroking his cock as my orgasm almost subsides and, before it's done, here comes another. I'm slamming my silicone cock into his bum repeatedly as I'm cumming again. As I ride the wave of my second orgasm, he spurts his hot cum into my hand. 

As we both finish our orgasms at the same time, I put my hand in front of his face. "You need to clean up your mess, sweetie," and he licks my hand clean.



Turnabout is Fair Play



Even though nothing had ever been discussed, the outcome of our evening with Suzanne and Jeff was already predetermined. My wife, Lisa, and I were meeting Suzanne and Jeff at the Hyatt for drinks to celebrate the recent completion of Jeff's screen play. More importantly, we were also meeting to repay a debt. It had been in this same hotel, a couple of weeks ago, that Suzanne, Lisa, and I had explored the now apparently limitless boundaries of our friendship. The resulting menage a trois between the three of us had opened our eyes to a whole new world of sensual pleasure. Tonight Jeff was going to be indoctrinated to that pleasure as well. 

I sat on the bed and watched my wife dress for the evening. Lisa looked exceptionally beautiful as she stood, clad in only a black thong, before the vanity mirror. Her smooth skin was tanned dark brown. Knowing that I was watching, her dark cherry red nipples were showing their arousal. Lisa's tits, while not large, had maintained a perfect champagne glass shape. However, it was Lisa's ass that had always drawn the most attention from men, myself included. As I watched Lisa, it was obvious that her ass was what thong designers always had in mind. 

"Should I wear a bra tonight?" Lisa asked playfully while watching me in the mirror. 

"I don't know," I said. "Are your nipples going to be that hard all night?"

"Probably."

"Then don't wear a bra," I smiled.

"Ok," Lisa said. "You're the boss." From a hanger, Lisa pulled a short, black cocktail dress and carefully slipped it over her head and shoulders. The dress was scandalously short and highlighted Lisa's long girlish legs. 

"Damn. You look good tonight," I murmured while wrapping my arms around her from behind and kissing the nape of her neck. Lisa moaned softly and turned her head to expose more of her neck to my mouth. 

"We've gotta go," she said reluctantly pulling away from my embrace. "We'll be late.

As luck would have it, we were not late at all, but actually pulled into the parking lot of the Hyatt just as Suzanne and Jeff were getting out of their car. 

"Hey guys!" Lisa said bounding from the car almost before it had rolled to a stop. Lisa jumped into the surprised arms of Jeff and planted a quick playful kiss on his lips. 

"Well, hello to you to," Jeff smiled obviously pleased by Lisa's flirtation.

"What about me?" Suzanne asked with a mock pout. "Don't I get a 'hello?''

"Oh, don't worry. I didn't forget about you, Hun." Lisa laughed and wrapped her friend of five years in a warm hug. 

"Don't worry," I said coming up from behind and offering my hand to Jeff. "I won't kiss you."

"That's a relief," laughed Jeff. "I was getting a little nervous."

Even though Suzanne had told Jeff immediately about our tryst of a few weeks ago and Jeff had been totally supportive of it, I still felt quite uneasy at having been with this man's wife. Tonight, I figured we would have to resolve that issue.

The two women started into the hotel bar, arm in arm and giggling like school girls, while Jeff and I followed a short distance behind. I knew that Jeff's eyes were riveted to my wife's ass which was barely concealed by the hemline of her dress. Fair enough, I suppose because my eyes had been trained on Suzanne ever since I'd gotten out of the car. Suzanne wore the same flimsy cotton sundress that she had worn before and for good reason. The dress featured a plunging neckline which left very little of Suzanne's incredible set of tits to the imagination. The hemline, while not as short as Lisa's, still came to about mid thigh and revealed Suzanne's firm, toned legs. It was with little surprise that I observed the men in the bar turn and gaze in appreciation as our wives made their way through the bar to an unoccupied booth in the corner. 

"Well, so this is the scene of the crime," Jeff deadpanned as he slid into the booth directly opposite Lisa. "Relax," he laughed probably noting the color having fled from my face. "I told you guys that's cool. I wouldn't approve if it was just anyone, but you guys are different, you know?" Jeff's handling of the situation put me immediately at ease. "Besides, turnabout is fair play." He said while looking directly at Lisa who blushed and smiled shyly but maintained Jeff's gaze.

"Ok, then let's begin with a dance." Lisa said as she stepped out of the booth and grabbed Jeff's hand. 

"Ohhh, do I have to," groaned Jeff.

"C'mon, it'll be fun." Lisa said and winked at Suzanne. "You guys'll behave yourselves, won't you?"

"Us?" Suzanne laughed. "Of course not."

"Did you see who was working the front desk?" I asked Suzanne as Jeff and Lisa were controlling the dance floor. 

"No," Suzanne said, craning her neck to get a view of the lobby.

"Our ol' friend Anthony," I said. Anthony had been the desk clerk on the night of our threesome and had given us an excellent rate on a room in exchange for a glimpse at Suzanne's tits. "Are you up for another round of 'Let's make a deal?'" I asked. 


"I don't know," Susan said while folding her arms on the table underneath her sizeable breasts and leaning forward so that her cleavage threatened to spill out of her top. "Do you think so?" Suzanne headed out to the lobby while I stayed behind to order drinks. 

"That prick!" Suzanne said in a huff a few moments later after returning from the lobby."

"What's the matter," asked Lisa. She and Jeff had returned from the dance floor just ahead of Suzanne.

"Oh, it's nothing," Suzanne said, but the irritation on her face was still evident. "I'm going to the ladies room. Do you want to come?" Suzanne said with a barely perceptive tilt of the head.

"Uh, sure." Lisa said.

After quite too many rounds of drinks to count, we suddenly looked around and realized that the bar staff had begun cleaning up for the evening. "Oh, my gosh!" Exclaimed Lisa. "What time is it?"

"Wow," I said after checking my watch. "It's after 1:30." 

"Man," Jeff said shaking his head. "I think I've had a little more to drink than I thought. I'm not sure I can drive home."

"Oh, don't worry about that," Lisa said while smiling at Suzanne. "That's all taken care of." From her purse, Lisa withdrew a room card and placed it on the table. 

"What's this?" Jeff asked with a pretended air of innocence. 

"Oh, you know damn well what that is," chided Suzanne. Now come on. These heels are killing me!" With that Suzanne picked up the key and lead us all to the glass elevators in the middle of the lobby. As we waited for the elevator, Lisa waved brazenly to the young desk clerk across the lobby. 

"Whew," commented Jeff. "That's gotta be the biggest black guy I've ever seen."

"Believe me," said Lisa. "He is." Both girls looked at each other for a moment before dissolving into uncontrollable laughter just as the elevator doors opened. 

"Do you get the feeling we're missing something?" Jeff said.

"Yes, I do." I said. "What gives girls?" 

"Wait until you see the room. Then we'll tell you everything," Lisa promised while wrapping her arms tightly around me. 

Once the doors closed behind us, we discovered that the elevator wouldn't go all the way to the fourteenth floor. 

"Hey, let me see the room card," said Jeff. He took the card from Suzanne and inserted into a slot on the elevator control panel. "Wow," he said handing the card back to Suzanne. "This is going to be one helluva room. We're going to the penthouse."

The elevator went straight to the fourteenth floor without any stops and opened up directly to the most lavish room any of us had ever seen. 

"Oh my God!" Lisa exclaimed gleefully. "This is incredible."

"Yeah," I agreed. "The bathroom is bigger than our bedroom at home."

After a quick tour of the suite, Jeff flopped down on the leather sofa in the living room while I selected a deep, high backed leather chair. "Man, there's room for two of us, just in the chair," I said.

"Ok," Lisa said as she climbed into the chair and straddled me. Lisa had clearly abandoned all inhibitions as she ground her pelvis against me. I reached around and felt her ass which was now clearly exposed to the rest of the room.

"Hey, wait a second you two." Called Suzanne from the wet bar where she was fixing yet another round of drinks. "I think someone promised an explanation for this marvelous room. Lisa rotated enough to shoot Suzanne a look, before climbing off my lap.

"Ok. But I need another drink first," Lisa said and she went to help Suzanne serve.

"I hope margaritas are alright with everyone," Suzanne said while taking a spot next to Jeff on the sofa.

"Enough stalling already," I said. "Out with it."

The two girls looked at each other for a moment. "You start," Lisa said to Suzanne. "And then I'll finish it."

Suzanne took a sip from her glass and launched into the tale. "Well, when I went to talk to Anthony, I was all set to work the same deal as we had done before."

"Wait a second," interrupted Jeff. "What deal? Nobody ever said anything about working a deal before."

"Just hold on," Suzanne rolled her eyes. "Let me finish. So anyway, I was all set to give Anthony an eyeful of my tits in exchange for a room. Just like last time." She said this last part slowly for Jeff's benefit. "Hell, I was even ready to let him fondle my tits if that's what it would have taken, but he saw me coming and started shaking his head right away. 

"Don't even start with me," he said. "The only room left in the entire place is the penthouse."

"Great. I said. "We'll take it." 

"I can't let you have the penthouse just for a quick look at those titties," he said. "C'mon, please. It's my husband's birthday and we want to give him a night to remember." I lied.

"I'll tell you what," he said while looking around and giving me that cute sorta

smile he gave us before." Suzanne directed this last comment to Lisa. "I'll let you 

and your friends have the room and complimentary wet bar, if you give me a blow job."

"Absolutely not, I said and walked away."

"That's when you came back to the table?" I asked.

"Yup."

"And then you two went to the ladies room together," added Jeff as we both sounded like a couple of lawyers.

"Right." 

"And somehow we ended up with the penthouse anyway," I said while looking toward Lisa who was now sitting on the floor with her back against the fireplace mantle.

"I guess I'll finish the story," said Lisa. "Suzanne fills me in on everything in the 

restroom, and I'm like, what the hell, I've always wondered what a black cock tasted like and Anthony's pretty cute. Shit, I'll blow him for the penthouse." We all start laughing at Lisa's nonchalance. I was kind of getting turned on by the whole thing and could feel my own cock begin to rise against the fabric of my slacks. 

"No wait," Suzanne said in between fits of laughter and holding her side. "That's not the funny part. Tell 'em, Lisa."

"Well, apparently Anthony's the only one working tonight and so he can't leave the front desk. He's gotta be there in case a guest shows up needing directions to the ice machine or something. So I figure, hell that's no problem and walked around the counter and knelt down in front of him. Nobody can see me from the other side because the desk is too tall. 'You just keep working Anthony,' I told him. 'Act like nothings going on, and I'll take care of everything else.' So I unzip his pants and pull out this huge black shlong. No offense Honey," Lisa said turning to me. "But this thing was about the size of my arm!" I could feel the color rising in my face as a twinge of jealousy raced through me. But I was so turned on by her story that I decided to not to worry about it. 

"So they station me as the lookout." Interjected Suzanne. "But all I'm looking out for is Lisa going to work on Anthony's cock. Wow, it was turning me on."

"Yeah, thanks a lot Suzanne," said Lisa. "I've got two hands wrapped around Anthony's cock and am just pumping him in and out of my mouth like crazy trying to get him to cum so we can get back to the table before you guys really start to miss us. And the next thing I know, he's talking to some old woman."

"This old lady comes up and surprises all three of us. I completely didn't even see her coming," said Suzanne.

"Yeah, great lookout you are," teased Lisa. "So, I've got Anthony just about ready to explode and suddenly he's talking about ironing boards or something." 

"I about peed my pants," laughed Suzanne. "It's like 11:30 at night, what the hell does this old broad need an ironing board for." 

"Anyway, I figure screw it. I've come this far. I'm not about to start all over again. I start just swallowing Anthony's cock, forcing it down my throat, you know. And then I feel him start to stiffen up just as he's reaching for the phone to call housekeeping to arrange for the old woman's ironing board." 

"Oh, my God!" Suzanne was now crying she was laughing so hard. "It was so funny! He's like: 'Hellllooooo! Yessss, can we ggget an ironing boooard sent to room 243!?' I swear he started convulsing and had to grab the desk to keep from collapsing. And the old woman's eyes are huge like 'What the hell's wrong with this guy'"

"So you swallowed?" I asked incredulously. Lisa was usually a duck and cover kind of girl.

"I had no choice," Lisa pleaded. "I wasn't getting it on this dress, it cost over a hundred and fifty dollars. And wow! He shot a bucket load down my throat. I never knew a guy could cum that much! Don't worry Honey," Lisa said to me. "I kind of liked it. I'll have to do that more often," she said with a wink.

"With me, I hope." I said.

"So, that's how we ended up with the penthouse," concluded Lisa.

"Man," groaned Jeff. "That was one helluva hot story. No offense buddy," Jeff said to me. "But that really turned me on. As if to prove that fact, Suzanne reached over and massaged Jeff's crotch through his pants.

"Ohhh, Honey." Suzanne cooed. "That really did get you worked up!"

"Can I come and touch it too?" Lisa asked. Jeff looked at me for approval and I nodded my head.

"What the hell," I said laughing. "After what she's been through, I hope you measure up." Lisa sat on the other side of Jeff and both girls began rubbing his cock and balls. It wasn't long before a darkened wet stain appeared where the tip of his cock was. While Lisa continued to pump Jeff's cock through his pants, Suzanne stripped off her sundress, revealing that she was completely naked underneath. Her pussy was neatly shaved and glistening with her arousal. Lifting one of her large tits to Jeff's mouth, her husband automatically running his tongue across her erect nipple, which was dark and long, between his teeth. Jeff, playfully bit down just enough to cause a moan to escape from Suzanne's mouth. Meanwhile, I got on the floor between Lisa's legs and began rubbing her wet and swollen pussy through the fabric of her thong. I loved the sweet aroma of Lisa's pussy when she was aroused. I longed to bury my face between her legs. 

Standing up, Lisa pulled the $150 cocktail dress over her head and tossed it in a wadded pile in the corner. I guessed it would be safe from flying cum all the way over there. Stepping out of her thong, Lisa pulled my head to her cunt and began grinding it into my face covering my face with her wetness. 

After a few moments, the girls started to undress Jeff. He started to stand up, but Lisa pushed him back down on the sofa. "No way, buddy boy." She said. "Tonight's going to be a night you won't soon forget." Both girls began by pressing their breasts all over his face. With four perfectly round and firm tits in his face, Jeff looked like he as in heaven. As they worked their way down Jeff's body, Lisa stared at his cock. "Ohhh, she moaned softly. Your cock looks beautiful. Do you mind if I suck on it" Lisa asked of Suzanne.

"No, please do." Suzanne said. "I know Jeff has fantasized about having you wrap your lips around his dick." A drop of pre-cum emerged from the tip of Jeff's cock Which Lisa caught with her finger and began spreading it around his bulbous shaped head. Suzanne began playing with Lisa's nipples by gently rolling them between her thumb and forefinger as my wife slowly slid Jeff's cock between her lips. With the woman on either side of him, Jeff was able to reach around and fondle each girl's ass. Lisa loves having her ass played with during sex, so I knew this was driving her insane as her head began bobbing up and down on Jeff's cock in earnest. I positioned myself behind Suzanne and began kissing back and shoulders. 

"Oh, play with my tits Andre," Suzanne groaned. I reached around and grabbed two handfuls of her incredibly gorgeous tits. I've always admired how large and yet firm Suzanne's breasts were. Feeling my cock rise against her backside, Suzanne shifted herself to apply more pressure to my throbbing member. 

Lisa was now kneeling between Jeff's knees and was hefting his balls in her hands. Leaning forward, she sucked one completely into her mouth while still manipulating his engorged dick with her hand. With Jeff's cock available, Suzanne took his purple head into her mouth. For a few moments, both girls worked in perfect tandem as Lisa pumped Jeff's cock in and out of his wife's hungry mouth while still licking and sucking on his balls.

Pulling Jeff to the floor, Lisa straddled his face and slowly lowered her completely shave pussy to his mouth. Suzanne was now on all fours and continuing to suck on Jeff's cock. I moved behind her and held my cock up to the warm wetness of her slit. Feeling my cock in position, Suzanne slowly pushed back and allowed me to slide inside of her. I couldn't believe how hot and tight her pussy felt; almost like a hand as the muscles of her cunt gripped my shaft. We were all moaning with carnal grunts as Lisa was rhythmically riding Jeff's face and playing with her own tits while his wife deep throated his cock and I had now grabbed a hold of Suzanne's hips and was burying myself deep inside her box.

Standing up, Lisa turned to Suzanne and said, "I want Jeff to fuck me tonight."

"By all means," Suzanne agreed. Lisa laid down on the floor and spread her legs wide. "Come on big boy," she pleaded. "I want you to fuck me hard!"

I rolled over on the floor as well and pulled Suzanne on top of me. "We can't let them have all the fun," I said. Suzanne smiled as she felt my shaft plunge deep inside of her. Rotating her hips so that her clit rubbed against the base of my cock, Suzanne leaned forward so that I could suck on her tits. Taking one boob in each hand, I tugged roughly on her nipples. "Oh, yes. Don't stop," Suzanne said with her eyes closed. "Damn, that's like electricity shooting straight to my cunt!" 

"Oh! Oh! Oh Fuck!" I heard my wife scream out in pleasure as Jeff was pumping so hard his balls were slapping against her ass hard enough to leave red marks. The sight of my wife's legs spread wide in the air as Jeff fucked her mercilessly was almost more than I could handle. Suzanne most have been experiencing the same level of arousal as she began lifting her ass in the air, almost pulling off my cock, before slamming back down on my shaft. It seemed as if she were trying to maintain the same rhythm as her husband as both began fucking toward the finish line. 

"Bite!" Suzanne commanded as she pulled my head to her tits. The second I bit down on her hardened nipple I felt her cunt tighten around my cock and her orgasm exploded throughout her body. Not to be out done, I could hear both Lisa and Jeff erupt in their climax soon after Suzanne had stopped writhing in pleasure. Suzanne rolled off of me and looked at my still hard cock. "Wow," she said. "You haven't come yet,"

"I was kind of hoping for something a little different," I said. 

Suzanne cocked her head to one side. "What'd you have in mind? You're not doing me in the ass, if that's what you were thinking." 




Turnabout is Fair Play



"No. No. That's not it. Why not? NO! I mean, I would never think of that." To be honest, now that she mentioned it, I actually was thinking it, but oh well. "No, what I want to do his fuck your tits. I've been fantasizing about doing that for a long time. I've even masturbated in the shower thinking about it."

"You have?" Lisa asked. "Why haven't you ever wanted to fuck my tits?" 

"Well, to be honest Honey, I'm not sure that they are big enough." 

"Oh, I see." Lisa needled me. "I guess we both have learned about size inadequacies tonight."

"Stop it you two," interrupted Suzanne. "Come here Andre, I'd love you to fuck my tits and come all over them." Suzanne laid down on the floor and cupped her breasts together. Straddling her torso, my cock still slick from her juices, I began sliding between her massive tits. 

"Oh fuck. That looks so good," I moaned. Suzanne wet her lips and as the head of my cock peaked through her tits, her mouth enveloped the crown of my cock. "Oh shit! Of fuck!" I started moaning. The sensation of her hot mouth was more than I could handle.

"That's it Andre! Suzanne commanded. "Cum all over my titties. I want you to shoot your hot cum all over them!" A stream of cum shot immediately from the tip of my cock, filling Suzanne's cleavage with my semen. Before I knew what was happening, Lisa started licking my cum off of Suzanne's tits. Suzanne moaned at the sensation of Lisa's wet tongue. 

"Oh, Honey," Lisa said looking up at me mischievously with her face covered in my cum. "Your's tastes even better than Anthony's!" Even though all four of us were completely spent, we started laughing uncontrollably. 

"Well," I said to Jeff after our laughter subsided. "Welcome to the club."

"Thank you," said Jeff with an air of mock formality. "I think we'll have to keep this a member's only affair."

The sun was just beginning to come up as the four of us huddled together under a blanket that Suzanne had pulled from the bedroom. We fondling each other a bit more, but eventually exhaustion completely over took us and we drifted to sleep. When Lisa and I awoke, Suzanne and Jeff were gone. A note was left on the coffee table:

Thanks for a wonderful time. We look forward to the continuing adventures of our club!



Turnabout is Fair Play



Light played and shadow danced across her form. Her voluptuous body writhing slowly to the music that she had selected. The air smelled of cigarettes and beer. And a tinge of something else. More ethereal and yet base. An essence.

The other girls on shift worked the room wandering from patron to patron. Or they sat together, read or conversed between sets. 

Her shift had been long and rather dull to this point. Some newbees, one regular. He was always nice. Polite conversation before and after, even during sometimes, but not often, she thought. She held his attention in other ways. On one occasion he had remarked that his "reaction" was only very strong in this sort environment. And then really only with her. She was taken aback at the time, but later began to understand why it was so. 

Forbidden fruit. 

The excitement of pushing the limit, how far to go. She never even thought about consummating their relationship, it would spoil it. Theirs was a relationship of the tease. Strip tease.

All of these thoughts went through her mind as she danced under the lights of the main stage. She always felt alone up there, as she could not see beyond the halo of the stage lights. If she had her way she would not work the stage. But it was required of her to do so. 

So she did. 

A bit indifferently. 

Casually.

Her stage dance reflected her attitude towards the whole idea.

She preferred one on one. 

Close interaction. 

And it showed. 

She had regular patrons who waited for her patiently.

The music stopped briefly, and Buck's voice rang out

"Put your hands together for the lovely Camille."

"Next up on the front stage, Allison"

And so it went. 

She stepped down from the stage and collected her costume. She dressed on one side of the stage in the shadows. Looking into the mirror, she adjusted her costume, checked her hair and glanced around the room behind her. The afternoon lunch crowd seemed to have thinned out. Leaving the usual hangers on and - hello, she thought, what have we here... 

Sitting in a dark corner , she spied a slight figure. 

Allison brushed by her, caressing Camille's breasts in passing . She gave Allison a playful pinch on her exposed butt cheek in return.

"Don't tease the animals, Camille", Allison remarked. 

"You sure about that Ally?" She replied, shaking her breasts, mostly for Allison's benefit.

Her reply was drowned out by the start next song.

Allison was a dynamite dancer and really put on a show on stage. And it more than made up for her lacking in certain attributes. Camille shook her breasts again and Allison stuck out her tongue.

"You wish" Camille mouthed to her.

She turned away from the stage and looked over to the dark corner. There were 5 girls on shift and 6 patrons. She wandered over to the corner and as she did she began to make out features. Slight of build, soft facial features. Longish length hair, blond, pulled back. Very pretty for a guy. 

Wait - no. Not a guy. 

"Can I dance for you?" Camille asked. 

"ummmm, I, ahhh..."

"Nervous?" Camille asked, hand resting on her thigh. 

" Very "

"Don't be... First time?"

" yes "

"tell you what, first one is on me. If you like it then we can talk about more."

" uuhh.. mmm... I'm not sure if..."

" If what, you want to or ..?"

"uhh mmm... if I should even be here.... "

The next song was starting, and Camille stood up. "Well?...."

She always found the eyes to be telling. A certain hunger in most. In this one she saw curiosity, and just a little bit of fear.

She leaned in close, and began to dance. Camille's body was full and curvy, the classic exotic dancer, and she knew how to use it to her best advantage. 

This club, the dancers were not allowed to remove their costumes for table dances, however, in the dimness they could reveal their charms to the patrons, offering, teasing cajoling. Camille climbed up on her lap, she felt a hand on her thigh, and then slowly slide behind her, cupping her ass. 

Camille allowed her hands to roam a bit... mmmm... a nice firm body. This girl works out, nice flat tummy... One her hands found under the loose t-shirt that there was no impediment to her breasts. Camille's hand cupped a small teat, and caressed a nipple, as only one woman can do for another. 

Camille heard a soft moan. Barely audible over the music. Then a hand cupped one of her full breasts, caressing the underside before traversing the nipple and tweaking it gently. Camille offered her full breasts to her mouth, all the while watching in the mirror for the pit boss. 

She hated her, the bitch, Camille felt she did not get enough, but liked to watch the dancers bump and grind and was very inconsistent in how she applied the rules. 

Not seeing her, Camille guided her patron's hand to her inner thigh, just beyond her G-string. After a brief hesitation the hand explored and touched the outside of her costume, Camille could feel the coolness and she imagined that her patron felt the heat. 

The music stopped and Camille paused, their eyes locked for a moment, her patron whispered:

"Please don't stop ..."

"mmmm... hadn't planned on it..."

Their lips met briefly, tongues touching. Camille allow her patron to explore, touch, probe and seek most if not all of her curves and sensitive places - save one.

The area around them, while it did not clear out, it did grow quiet as the men and the other dancers observed the intimate interplay before them. Camilla and her patron had only eyes and touch for each other. Her patron, allowed Camille free access to her. Camille ran her hands across her patron's firm flat belly, down to the top of her jeans. 

The top button was unbuttoned.

Camille's fingers teased lower, beneath the top of her jeans. The smooth skin extended deep into the soft, worn cotton of her Levi's. 

Camille smiled and whispered, "Hardwood floors?", as her finger found her patron's wetness. And then withdrew.

Her patron gasped, "oohhhh... yes... noo..."

Camille was getting very aroused, it was not often that she had the chance to indulge her fantasies, dancing meant indulging others. 

"he's here", her patron whispered, from behind half open eyes, "don't let him see me yet..."

Camille stared in the mirror in front of her, at the panorama behind her and then at her patron. 

"what do you mean 'he's here', your husband, boyfriend...?" 

"yes, my husband, he comes here all the time..."

Camille was taken a back, but regained herself quickly. "Where is he?"

"opposite side of the room, near the bar - the joe-six pack guy..."

Camille scanned across the bar, and settled on a likely fellow. He looked fairly average, nothing that set him apart from the crowd. 

"have you danced for him before?

Camille's eyed widened and her heart began to pound in her chest.

"Just what are you up to, my sweet girl", Camille hissed.

Her patron held Camille's gaze, a depth of passion in her eyes. 

"I've never understood why guys like this sort of thing, to me I always thought is was..."

Camille hushed her. 

"you came in here looking for him?"

"No... well, sort of... and not finding him... I watched for a while."

"Jesus, girl you've got me in a spot here"

" I like it, what you do... It makes me hot... Wet... Like nothing before..."

Camille looked down, then back at her patron's husband. She had seen him before. But did not think she'd done him. Dammit girl what have you gotten into. Thankfully he wandered to the other side of the room, and found a vacant space. 

"I doubt he'll recognize me, he won't expect me here."

The music started again, and Camille found herself wanting to continue, risky, but it made her loins burn with desire - to taste forbidden fruit. 

"Would you join me in a private dance?" Camille asked. " We have a room we keep for our best customers, no holds barred."

Her patron gasped, and Camille knew then she only had to tell her where to go to find the private suite.

"The between the men's and the ladies room", Camille told her, " Go down the stairs, last door on the left, that's my room... I'll meet you there in 5 minutes."

The music stopped and Camille stepped back from her patron.

Camille leaned forward, exposing her full deep cleavage, "What's your name girlie?"

She swallowed, "Shelli, Shelli MacIntyre"

"OK Shelli - see you in 5 minutes."

Camille sauntered away towards Shelli's husband, figuring that she might as well find out the other side of the coin. She saw he was not being entertained, and paused for moment, checking herself in the mirror and giving him the once over. Joe six-pack, she smiled to herself, he sure does look it. 

He was about 35 or so, receding hairline and the beginnings of belly from inactivity, office life or who knows she thought. Just an average guy.

She came to him and asked him if he wanted a dance, but told him she could only stay for one, as she was to go on break. 

"Only one?" he replied, in mock disdain.

"I'll make is worth it to you...", she leered. Camille managed to block his view of the room, hoping Shelli would be smart, for the first time today.

"sounds like a come -on"

"If you don't like it or don't get hard, it's on me, but if you do - straight rate."

"Done."

With that they chatted for a moment. Camille sat down beside him and she strove to hold his attention, all the while she stole glances at Shelli making her way across the room. 

The music started up and Camille brought out her most provocative lap dance. Before he knew it she had all of her charms before him. Her iridescent creamy white breasts, her neatly trimmed pubic hair, revealing the fiery red hair on her head was just as fiery between her thighs. She could feel his arousal growing in his trousers. She smiled a seductively sweet smile she saved for her best customers, and guided his hand between her legs. A definite no-no up on the floor. yet she wanted his touch. And she was rewarded. 

His was the touch of a gentle man, nervous, yet seeking, he probed where she guided him. He became bolder as the music continued, she could feel hi fingers between her lips, and she rewarded him with her wetness and a sigh for his ears only. 

Meanwhile she had put her breasts just below his mouth, tempting him to taste her. Finally she rubbed her breast across his mouth and she felt his warm tongue across her nipple. 

She thrust her hips against his fingers, making sure he could have a good taste just as the music ended. 

Her breathing was deep and rapid. She leaned against him for a brief moment. Beneath her she could feel his arousal, and to her it felt massive. She gave it a squeeze for his benefit as she slid off his lap. 

"I-I gotta go on break... Will you be around in a while?"

"wow.." he replied, " I could be... how long?"

Camille smiled and said, " Maybe 30 minutes? You've had a taste, surely you want more."

"I can stay for a while I guess...

With that she quickly retreated to the dancers room, which had another stairwell to the private rooms. She quickly descended the stairs and found her room, with the room slightly ajar. 

Inside she found Shelli nervously sitting on the day bed. She looked up at Camille with fire in her eyes.

"Why did you do that? That was petty and very mean!" Tears welled in her eyes, "I did not need to see that!"

Camille was unprepared for this response. 

Her own anger flared. "Well what did you want me to do? Let him watch you move across the room?'

"Well no..."

" I'll be totally honest - I did it to distract him, but yes I was also curious..."

"Camille, maybe this was a bad idea..."

Camille sat down next to her" You really think so?"

She put her arms around Shelli, holding her close, the softness of her bosom enveloping her. She pressed her lips against Shelli's neck gently nipping and kissing her skin. 

"you're sure..."

Camille caressed her pert small breasts through her top, raising a pointed nipple pressing against the fabric. 

Shelli sighed and allowed her head to fall towards Camille and their bodies began to intertwine.

Their clothing was pushed aside to reveal a contrast of bodies. 

Camille was womanly, soft and curvy. Her breasts were full and soft, with big pink nipples. She had no tan lines. She kept her pubic area shaved except for a small strip of fiery red fluff.

Shelli was slight , lean and whip cord strong. Her body was sculpted and tan. Her muscles were well defined, yet not vulgar. Her breasts were small round and firm. Her nipples were small tight points, that protruded when aroused. And they were aroused. She kept her pubic area clean of all hair. She was smooth and tan, not a white line to be seen.

Camille laid back and let Shelli explore her. She could feel Shelli's hands touching probing and seeking across her body. 

"mmmm.... " as Shelli suckled a breast in her mouth.

"They're soooo big!" Shelli giggled, " They're so soft and so sexy"

Camille spread her legs invitingly and purred, "You wanted this bit a while ago..."

Shelli dipped her fingers down, below her waist and touched Camille's sex, finding it wet and hot with desire. She raised her fingers to her lips and tasted.

"you taste different, not like me at all." 

"of course...", Camille reached down and traced her fingers around Shelli's sex before touching her directly, Shelli gasped as Camille explored her sex. 

Camille's fingers found her lips and she could smell Shelli's musk. She tasted and smiled. 

"I'm gonna like you."

They continued to explore each other, touching, probing, seeking and finding point of pleasure. Soon Shelli found Camille's lips on her sex, and Shelli put her on Camille's. Shelli's tan body contrasted with Camille's creamy white skin Shelli on top and CAmille beneath. Soon Shelli shuddered and moaned through her first orgasm. She struggled to stay focused, finally giving in and riding out the waves of pleasure Camille imparted. Shelli rested her head on Camille's inner thigh, gasping for breath. 

Shelli could feel her sex pulsing with pleasure, throbbing with orgasmic pleasure. She slowly began to position herself between Camille's legs, and began to eat her as only one woman can eat another. 

Softly...

Gently...

But with great passion...

Shelli could feel Camille building up to a deep, full body release. She felt Camille grasp her hair, her legs clamped tightly.

She screamed once, then wept, with the joy of her pleasure. Both of their bodies were covered in sweat. 

They held each other for a while, touching caressing and just exploring each other.

"Can I ask you something?", Camille finally said.

"yes"

It's about you husband"

"ummm, ok"

"his cock is so big, I felt it..."

"And he knows nothing about using it, I deny him because he thinks that he should just pound me... At one time he was a... more of a gentle lover."

"Do you want that back?"

"more than anything"

In the end they would become lovers. Meeting quietly, satisfying each other. Finding ways to pleasure one another ways that men could never know or understand. 

And they agreed that they would conspire for Camille to seduce him, and to teach him to be a gentle lover. 

But that is for another time. And another tale.

Phoebus
©080503



Turnabout is Fair Play



We're about five years married so far and my wife Jamie is pretty straight laced, other than a few visits to couples clubs which she wrote about here in Literotica. Anyway, the one thing missing from our sex lives as far as I was concerned was anal sex. I never had the pleasure before marriage, and Jamie has always resisted any attempts on my part to experiment.

She has considered it unnatural, dirty, and probably painful. No amount of cajoling had convinced her otherwise until recently. Somehow, the subject came up when she was talking to a couple of her girl friends and one said something to the effect that the guys always want to fuck us in the ass, but they wouldn't like it if someone did the same to them. The other girl said she sort of liked anal sex, but that it took her quite a while to get used to it. Jamie of course said she never had done it, and had no intention of doing so.

Later, probably while driving home from their coffee klatch, she got to thinking about what she thought might be fun, and perhaps cure me of my constant attempts to have her do anal sex with me. A week or so later, the next time I hinted at my desire to try, she said, "OK, here's a deal for you. Whatever you want to do to me, I get to do to you first."

My reaction to that was typical male I guess. "What? No guys do that except gay males and prison rape victims! No Way!" But then, later that night I got to thinking that it was a reasonable proposition and it was just between us, so no embarrassment had to occur, and learning together might be fun. So, I told her OK on the deal. She looked a little surprised, but had an interesting grin that I didn't know whether it meant she was happy, or shocked, but it probably meant that she was sure I would chicken out before it was over.

We decided to try first with fingers in the shower. She soaped up a finger and my ass and slowly worked it into me. It was neither good nor bad as it turned out. Then I did the same to her and her reaction was similar. We tried two fingers each and it was similarly uneventful. We decided that maybe fingers were too short to be effective so next time we had a chance we bought some carrots of different sizes. When we tried that, it made a big difference for me. There was a little pain but there was one area that felt sort of good, I now believe it was rubbing some part of my prostate. The carrot had no particular good feeling for Jamie.

We tried a couple different sizes and shapes over the next few nights and we were both beginning to tolerate it pretty well even though admittedly it was better for me and not so good for Jamie. At least we were getting stretched.

I asked Jamie if she was ready for the real thing and she said, "Yes, if you are ready to have my dildo up your ass."

"Wait a minute," I said, "Your dildo is bigger than my penis. We especially bought it that way for times when you felt deprived by my skinny six incher."

"So," she answered, "go down to the sex store and see if you can buy one as small as yours!"

"What an insult!" I thought.

The next day, I did succeed in getting a smallish strap-on ordered on the Internet that I thought would do the job. I was so anxious I even paid for overnight Fed-Ex. I must admit I spent most of the day with an erection, looking forward to the chance to finally put it in Jamie's ass. Had I known the difficulties and discomfort that were ahead it probably would have withered instantly.

Again, home early, rush thru dinner, rush thru shower, skip the newspaper and the TV, and off to bed. Jamie seemed to like the attention, but I could also sense trepidation. By the time we were in the bed I definitely had what is known as a raging hard-on. It even hurt a little it was so engorged. Jamie took one look at it and said, as if speaking to my penis, "Well big boy, you look anxious, but I think you are getting a little ahead of yourself." With that she began to examine the strap-on, adjust it, fondle it, even occasionally fondling my erection. She said I had done a good job getting one my size, and even maybe a tad smaller, but she agreed to continue with the deal much to my relief.

I assumed "the position" and as she fully lubed the dildo and my ass, I felt ready. As she started to enter, it was difficult. It was tight, and mildly painful. As the head popped in it was better, and as she began to slowly ease if farther in, the discomfort became significant and I asked her to stop. She said it was barely past the head, and that if big boy didn't get into her any further than that he'd be pretty sad. I told her to work it back and forth a little and it did deepen slightly before it became too uncomfortable. So we quit.

My erection had vanished by that time, but when she said, "OK, it's your turn," with a smile and a wink, it came right back. She showed me about how far she had penetrated me, and said, "Don't forget you are on the honor system here," and I understood. Not surprisingly the insertion and getting past the head was about the same as when we were reversed and as I approached the magic limit, she said that she felt discomfort and that I should stop. I withdrew slightly and reinserted to ease the way, and immediately blew my load. It was so tight, and I had waited so long, that I couldn't control it at all.

The fact is that Jamie was happy, because she didn't want any more, but said she was short-changed because she didn't get off. My fingers and tongue immediately handled that task with mutual satisfaction being achieved. "Tomorrow is another day," she said with a wink, and I could feel little ole "big boy" getting ready again.

The next night was pretty much a repeat, but with deeper penetration on both sides. The next night we took a rest, and the following night we finally achieved full penetration on both sides. For Jamie, it was no particular pleasure, but represented an accomplishment, meeting a goal. For me it was like a dream come true. Tighter than the tightest pussy I was ever in. When the full thrust allowed her sphincter muscle to grab the base of my cock, I thought my head would blow off, it felt so good.

Now, after several weeks of off-and-on experimenting, anal penetration has become part of our sex lives. When we do decide wordlessly that it will be done, I satisfy her by plunging her big dildo into her pussy with the same rhythm that I am using in her ass. This feels good to her, gives her an orgasm to match mine, and is a good mutual satisfaction. Still, she makes me periodically live up to my end of the bargain, and she fucks me in the ass with the small dildo. The good part is she uses one hand to stroke my cock in synch with her anal thrusts and when I cum, she usually quits.

So, this is the story, with a happy ending, of how I got my wife to succumb to anal sex. It was a fair amount of work, but worth it, particularly since I get off whether I'm doing her, or whether she's doing me.



Turnabout Is Fair Play



Jennifer was at a total loss. She felt as if the dreams in her life were falling into little pieces and she was unable to pick them up and put them back together. After 2 years of dating and 3 years of marriage nothing was working out how she planed. She still remembered all the nights spent before her wedding in bed with Michael when they whispered words of love and plans of a future together. Those nights were most often the ones after they had made love and she still had the wetness of him inside her. She felt so close to him back then and she believed that he had felt that way toward her as well. She still felt the same love, desire, and hope for the future toward him. The problem was she didn't think he reciprocated those feelings anymore. 

How do these things happen? The question kept ramming into the front of her mind. They were both busy with work. Michael was taking classes part time to finish his degree as well. Perhaps the lack of time together was where the distance started. The lovemaking that had always been so frequent and intense slowed. Michael started spending more and more time online and she felt ignored. She tried to be understanding and picked up hobbies of her own. She tried dressing sexy and cooking him special meals and fussing over her. None of it worked. More and more time on the internet lead to less and less time with her. It wasn't just the sex that ebbed away but the affection and companionship. After 3 short years of marriage she was living with a stranger who shut down his chat windows on the computer when she walked into the room. She suspected she was being cheated on. Was Michael really in class right now? All she could do was wait for him to come home. She knew he would just deny being anywhere other than class. She curled into the corner of the sofa and cried until she couldn't anymore. Then she sat and stared at the wall feeling numb. She had no power.

That evening when he came home, she asked him all the questions. 

"No Jen I am not cheating on you ... where the fuck would I find time between work and school?!"

"Damn it Honey! Yes I still love you. I am just tired. I spend time online to wind down and relieve stress. You harping at me all the time to spend time with you doesn't make me want to!"

"Sweetie don't cry. Hey I am sorry ok? Lets just go lay down and sleep. I am just tired. It will get better when school is over."

That night as she listened to the rhythmic sound of his breathing she turned over and slid her hand up his back. She loved the way the muscles of his back were so tight and warm. She worked his shirt up and started to kiss his spine as he moaned softly in his sleep. That's when she saw the red parallel lines on the muscular part of his shoulders. Michael woke at her gasp and turned quickly over to face her jerking his shirt down.

"Where did you get those marks?!" She asked in a soft but intense voice as she looked deep into his wide blue eyes. 

"I fell off the treadmill at work on my break. Hurt like a motherfucker too." He responded. There was something about the look on his face. The way he blinked as he said it. Jennifer knew he was lying. 

"They look like fingernail marks." She whispered. 

"Fuck! Here we go with the suspicion again!" Michael shouted at her as he jumped out of bed and started to put some jeans on. As he did this Jennifer thought she saw one of the red marks on the top of his ass cheek. 

"Michael what..."

" I am going online for a while. Go to sleep Jen." Michael clipped out as he stormed out of the bedroom.

*****

The next day was Saturday. Jennifer had cried herself to sleep and she hadn't felt Michael come in at all. She woke up and walked out into the office. He wasn't at the computer. After a sweep of the house revealed his keys and wallet were gone she knew that he wasn't there. She felt like her stomach had been delivered a sharp blow. She walked back to the office and sat down in his chair. As she wiggled the mouse the screen came to life. There was a website up. The site had been logged off but she could still read his profile name. She started to try passwords. The idiot had used the name of his childhood dog. The one he always talked about when she mentioned possibly getting a pet. 

The website was full of BDSM personals. She clicked on her husband's profile homepage and read his ad. It made her heart stop.

28 year old attractive married professional seeks Dominant female to worship. Discretion is a must. Activities enjoyed include pain, bondage, humiliation, foot worship, and domestic chores. Limits include anal, scat, golden showers, blood, and illegal activities. Let me pamper you for an evening. Train me to be your pleasing pet...

The ad went on. Worse than the ad were the emails on the account. He had been communicating with multiple women. In all of these e-mails he said that he loved his wife and wasn't ready for a divorce "yet". He said that Jennifer was boring in bed and would never explore what he really wanted. Most of these emails seemed to go nowhere but near the end she found one that had obviously been sent by a woman he had met. The woman was older, short pixie cut dark hair with streaks of gray. The woman's name was Mistress Kathy. She had a picture of herself up in a corset and heels and while she wasn't that bad looking she had nothing in the looks department over Michael's wife. Jennifer felt a wave of anger as she compared herself to the women. Jennifer was 26 years old. She had long black hair, pale skin, beautiful big eyes and a great body. Michael was cheating on her with *this* woman? Because she would do these perverse things to him? As she read the e-mail she kept focusing on one line:

I had a great time last night pet. I hope the marks won't be too hard to hide. I got a bit carried away by your delightful reactions...

Jennifer sat in the computer chair reading the profile over and over again. Her pain and feelings of betrayal slowly melted into absolute rage. 

*****

Michael didn't want to go home. He knew that he had to come clean with Jennifer. He wanted a divorce. Things weren't working between them and had not been for some time. He couldn't tell her what he wanted from her. She would never understand. Yes he still loved her. In fact, he told himself, that is exactly why he needed to get out of her life. She didn't deserve to be treated this way. She would be happier without him. He had spend the night at Kathy's house on her kitchen floor. She told him he could stay but she wouldn't allow him to sleep with her. Despite the misery he was feeling about what he had to tell Jennifer he found himself in a constant state of arousal today. He was finally experiencing his fantasies. All of those things he had wanted for so long but been unable to experience Kathy was giving to him. The other night had been fabulous. It wasn't about sex. In fact he wasn't allowed to fuck Mistress Kathy. Michael felt that he had told Jennifer the truth. He hadn't "cheated" on her. At least not the way she thought. Fuck, why did she have to find the marks? "Fingernail" marks indeed. If she knew the truth about what he wanted she would be disgusted with him.

As Michael walked into the house the afternoon sunshine was bright. He could hear the sound of a neighbor mowing. He stood in the hallway and said, "Jennifer?" No answer. He walked through the house. He was resolved to have this conversation at last. As he entered the bedroom he saw Jennifer. She was wearing a long black silk nightgown. The dress was tight over her firm high breasts and fell to the floor in soft waves. The side was slit to reveal her shapely leg all the way up to the thigh. Her hair was up. She looked beautiful. Her eyes were red and puffy like she had been crying. He felt a wave of guilt as she stared back at him silently. Christ he knew she was going to try to make up with him. She stood up and walked to him. He put his arms out meaning to hug her, to comfort her. 

**WACK** 

Her hand came up with startling speed to slap his face. His head reeled to the side under the blow and he staggered forward. She drove her knee upward strait into his balls. The world exploded with pain for Michael as he dropped to the ground with a scream. Jennifer was on him instantly. As he curled there cradling his balls she hunched over him and jerked his hands behind his back. He was too stunned to struggle. Jennifer had a necktie in her other hand and she quickly double wrapped it around his wrists and tied them together behind his back. She stood up and gripped his wayward brown hair in her fist letting out an animalistic growl as she did so. He cried out in confused pain as Jennifer pulled him to his feet by the hair and pushed him face first down on the bed. 

"Jennifer!! What ...." He cried out as he tried to get up on his knees on the bed to turn around and face her. His words were cut off abruptly as he felt something slip quickly over his head and around his neck. It was another of his neck-ties and Jennifer had looped it around itself creating a noose. As she pulled it tight it cut off his airflow and cut into his neck. Michael instantly starting thrashing as he tried to breath. Jennifer landed on his back straddling him and pulling the cord around his neck even tighter. Michael was helpless. With his hands tightly tied and her weight on his lower back he couldn't get any leverage.

Jennifer suddenly quit choking him and placed her free hand against the back of his neck shoving his face flat against the mattress.

"Michael you fucking asshole. How could you?! I loved you and I would have done anything for you. You fucked around on me to get sex games? What do you mean I "wouldn't understand"?!? You never even fucking asked me!!" She screamed these words at Michael as she held his face down to the mattress.

Fear and shame flooded Michael as he understood that she knew. 

"Jennifer it isn't what you think! I..." She tightened the tie around his neck as hard as she could. Michael's lies were cut off as he again struggled to get air as his wife straddled his back and pulled with both hands. 

"Don't fucking lie to me. You hurt me so bad Michael. I wanted to please you so badly and you just threw it all away. You don't fucking talk with that lying mouth unless I say you can. You hurt me and I am going to hurt you. If you fight me I swear to God I will choke you unconscious you lying Son of a Bitch!" Jennifer's face was flushed as she released the cord again. She could hear Michael's gasping attempts to get air as the tension relaxed. After a few gulps of air he stopped fighting her and went limp with exhaustion. Keeping the tie firmly in her hand she got off him and stood behind the bed. 

"Get on your knees." She growled out the order. Michael was confused and dazed from the lack of air. He started backing up trying to get on his knees. He felt Jennifer's free arm wrap around his waist and jerk his hips and ass into the air. Now he was on his knees with his lower legs hanging off the bed. His ass was in the air just at the edge of the bed and his shoulders and face were against the mattress. The tie used to bind his wrists together cut painfully into his flesh. 

"If you move I am going to choke you again." She said in a terse and intense voice from behind him. Michael didn't want to move. He couldn't imagine what was going to happen here. His mind could not reconcile the image of his docile pretty wife with this furious stranger who was hurting him. Little black dots kept swimming before his eyes and his throat felt like it had been branded with fire. 

Jennifer let go of the choker. She was watching him. She made herself ready to jump on him again and pull if he gave the slightest indication of trying to move. On the floor where she had placed it in anticipation of his homecoming were the curtain sashes. Watching him all the while, she gripped one of his ankles and tied the sash tight. She tied the other end to the metal frame of the bed where the bottom corner met the wheel. Jennifer didn't know anything about tying someone up. She just tied tight and made knots. The cloth cut into his ankle. 

Michael moaned and moved a little bit forward. Jennifer quickly reached down to his back and gave the tie around his neck a forceful jerk. A strangled cry escaped Michael as he immediately went still.

"I said don't fucking move!" She barked at him as she jerked the cord harshly to accentuate each word. She let go again.

"I am sorry... sorry sorry... I am so sorry..." he croaked when he was able to breath again.

"Shut up." was all she said as she firmly tied his other ankle to the corner opposite of the first. 

Jennifer reached down and took another sash. This one she made into a cinch like she had the necktie around his neck. She reach under him and took his cock and balls in her hand. She gathered them up. Michael whimpered in pain as his sore balls were cupped by the woman he loved. She moved the loop she had made around both the cock and balls and pulled it tight. She now effectively had his cock and balls in a tight noose. To his shame Michael felt himself stirring at Jennifer's rough contact with his genitals. His cock became simi-erect. Jennifer didn't even seem to notice or care. She pulled the cord she had made for his cock tight and tied it to the foot of the metal frame of the bed in the center. The curtain sash wasn't that long and she had to pull hard to get enough slack to make a knot... This resulted in Michael screaming and scooting back so that his ass was higher in the air and closer to the edge of the bed. 

"Is this what you wanted Michael? Did you want to be helpless? Did you want to get hurt? You sure have made me feel hurt and helpless. You don't get the power anymore Michael. You fucking owe me. I am going to punish you for what you did." She said these words in such a wooden tone it sounded almost like a chant. She reached under the bed where she had hidden the tool she wanted to use to hurt him. She walked around to the side of the bed where he could see her. 

Michael looked at Jennifer as she stood beside the bed. Her hair had fallen out a bit and was wild around her face. Her eyes were hard and shined with moisture. Her face was serious and her beautiful full mouth was set in a grim line. In her lovely long fingers she held a plastic rod. He remembered the rod from the old set of blinds they had taken down when they had gotten the new ones. It was thick and strait. It's normal use would be to open and close the blinds. She waved it in front of his wide frightened eyes.

"See this?!" She demanded.

"Y-yes." he whimpered as he looked up at her.

"I am going to punish you with this Michael. I am going to teach you a lesson about hurting me and disappointing me that you will never forget. Do you understand me??" 

"Yes Mistress." Michael moaned. Jennifer lowered the rod and stared at him. 

"What did you say?" She said.

"Yes Mistress. I am sorry for hurting you. I am so sorry. I love you so much. Please punish me Jennifer". Michael closed his eyes as he spoke these words from his heart. He knew that he really did deserve to be punished for what he had done. His whole mind was filled with the shame and pain of having hurt this incredible woman. This woman he had underestimated and treated as a burden was a tigress in disguise.

Jennifer was struck by confused emotions. Her anger flowed strong under the surface but so did her love for him. She knew that if he had asked her to be Dominant for him she would have. Before this betrayal she would have done anything to please him. She felt so much pain that he hadn't trusted her enough to ask. She was never going to open herself up to that sort of blow again. She couldn't just forgive him for his treachery. He owed her penance. She longed to make him sorry for his transgressions. Still his words cooled the intensity of her wrath as she watched his helpless face.

"I am going to hurt you Michael. You will never again displease me. Do you understand? You have lost the power you had in this marriage. You are not to be trusted with it. If you want to keep me you will be obedient to me from this day forward. You will never again lie to me. You will face the consequences any time you don't please me." She stared intensely at him as she spoke. 

"Yes Mistress. I promise I will please you. Please forgive me." Michael whispered back to her as tears squeezed from within his closed eyelids. His whole body was alive with fear and intense longing for this woman standing over him holding a tool of punishment. He craved to show her the repentance only she could accept from him. His cock twitched and hardened with his desire to please her.

Jennifer walked back behind him quickly and without warning brought the rod down on his exposed backside with all the force she could muster. The plastic cane like weapon made a sharp noise as it cut through the air. This small sound was nothing next to the howl of pain that Michael let loose. Instinctively he moved away from the agony. This served only to pull his cock and balls painfully. He was bound by the ankles and balls. He had no way to get away from the punishment his Mistress wished to give him.

Punish him she did. Without mercy for his cries of agony she flailed her new slave. Over and over she brought the plastic rod down on his helpless backside and thighs. The swish of it slicing through the air. The crack of the rod as it met his flesh and his helpless screams of pain were intoxicating to her. Jennifer had never felt so exhilarated or so powerful in her life. All of their marriage she had been concerned about this man's needs and his moods. Now she fully vented all of her anger on his ass. Red welts rose all over his ass and thighs. When pulling forward only brought more pain Michael curled instead into a ball, pulling his chest down to his knees and screaming uncontrollably as his wife punished him for his misbehavior. As she whipped him she moaned with satisfaction to see the marks left by the other woman obliterated by the mass of welts she was leaving in their place. For Michael there had never been pain like this. After a while his screams became hoarse and he simply sobbed for forgiveness from this Dark Goddess he had created. 

When she finally stopped she was shaking all over. Her skin was tingling everywhere and she felt moisture between her legs. His cock was flaccid again and he knelt on the bed before her whimpering and sobbing. She ran her fingernails over the welts on his ass causing him to moan pitifully. 

"You are mine now Michael." She breathed as she walked around to the side of the bed and got out a shoe box she kept there. Inside the box was the vibrator Michael had bought her more than a year ago. She walked back around to the foot of the bed with the 7 inch long rather thick rubber dildo in her right hand and a small bottle of lubrication in her left hand. 

Michael saw none of this. His eyes were still squeezed shut as the pain of the beating he had just received faded to a tolerable level. Those eyes flew open however as he felt his ass cheeks being parted and lubrication being applied to his anus. 


"NO! Please Mistress! Mercy Jennifer! I don't want it in the ass! Please please don't!" His voice was horse and frantic. He fought the bonds again. 

Jennifer would not be denied. She moaned, "Oh yes. Remember the times you fucked my ass darling. Time you return the favor." She pulled her black silk gown up and turned the vibration on. Then she pressed the wide base against her clit at the same time placing the hard rubber tip of the cock against her husband's asshole. He shrieked in fear and thrashed wildly trying to get away. His terror of being anally penetrated was obvious. She cared not for his wishes. She popped the head of the cock into him as she ground her hips forward. The vibrations of the base of the dildo against her clit were heaven. His spent soft screams brought new moisture to her pussy. She was still riding the wave of power she had experienced while thrashing him. Now she began riding him as well.




Turnabout Is Fair Play



His ass was stretched painfully as she slammed her hips forward. One hand held the cock strait and kept it against her clit. The other hand braced against his lower back as she fucked into the helpless man underneath her. He whined pitifully as she retracted and then shoved forward again. She rode him without mercy. She filled him over and over again. Her moans of animal pleasure filled the room and dwarfed his own weak cries of pain. He was too far gone to feel the pain for long. The pressure against his prostate was too much. Tension and desire exploded from his balls quite unexpectedly. His still flaccid penis started to spurt. He made gurgled noises of pleasure and pain as his cock sprayed over and over again with each thrust. He had spent his cum but Jennifer wasn't finished. She slammed into him mercilessly. Now she was caught up in her own need for an orgasm. She became vicious as she began to cum. Finally with one hard forward slam she grinded her hips against him as she screamed out her pleasure.   Her fingernails raked into his abused skin. Michael was so far gone he barely noticed. Jennifer reached down and untied the cord that was holding his balls. Then she collapsed against him. She was panting with the exertion she has just gone through. He lay flat now that his balls were untied. On his stomach with his spent wife laying on him. The silk felt cool against the angry welts she had left.

After a while she rolled off him and untied his hands and ankles. He watched her while she did this. Neither one said a word. When he was free she lay on her back on the bed. Her eyes were intent on Michael. Michael pulled himself to his hands and knees and slowly kissed her feet. The light worshipful trail of kisses he started at her feet lead him up her ankles, calves, and to her thighs. He went down on his stomach and elbows as he rested his cheek against her stomach and looked up at her with his handsome blue eyes. 

"Am I forgiven Mistress?" He whispered.

"Yes Michael. But it will never be like it was before. A lot of things are going to change now." Jennifer replied.

"Good Mistress. It will be as you wish. I will please you always. I have been so blind and stupid." Michael murmured as he kissed her stomach.

Jennifer stroked her husband's head until he fell asleep. Her own sleep was longer in coming. She was happier than she had been in some time. Her head was full of images of where she was going to take them. Dreams of the future blossomed again. True, they were different than what she dreamed before. Those were the dreams of a girl without power who was only armed with love. She now had the position of power she had always needed and the love was on her terms. Love that was now both something to be experienced and to be wielded in her own purpose.



Turnabout is Fair Play



We had been married for about ten years when everything fell apart. We are my wife Liana and I. Liana and I met in college, both of us in our senior year, and we were married right after graduation. She is still a gorgeous girl, her flaming red hair, cute face with tiny button nose and a stunning figure make her stand out in any crowd. She is a small girl but her figure is so perfect you never realize how tiny she is until you are very close to her.

I, on the other hand am a average looking guy. I am almost 6 feet tall and a medium to thin build. I was a long distance runner in high school and college and still run every morning if the weather permits.

I work for a computer software company. We design programs to solve specific problems. I make good money. Liana worked for a rental management company for several years but the money was not that good. We did not need the money and with the costs of transportation and clothing for her to work, it just was better for us if she stayed home. We were just to the point where we wanted to start our family.

The company I work for has a majority of people in late twenties to mid thirties age bracket. We are a very close-knit group, we have parties and pick nicks and other social get-togethers quite often. Everyone seems to get along very well without friction.

I love Liana with all my heart, she has only one major fault. Her temper! She doesn't flare out at a perceived slight, insult or hurt, she calmly sets out to get even.

This is what led to our problem. We were at a company Christmas party when Jane, one of our coworkers, who works in a different department, caught me under the mistletoe. She was a little tipsy and kissed me very passionately. I tried to pull back and she fell forward against my chest. I grabbed her and led her to a chair. She said she was sorry. I looked up and saw my wife staring at me. I smiled at her and turned to answer a question someone asked about how Jane was. 

I looked for Liana and didn't see her. I heard a whooping and yelling from under the mistletoe, I walked over and saw Liana and Jeff, my supervisor in a passionate embrace. He was running his hands all over her, across her breasts and caressing her ass. They both looked up at me and laughed. Jeff saw the look in my eyes and fled. Liana looked at me and said, "Just getting even Dear." with a smile.

I turned and walked away from her. I was burning. She followed me and grabbed my arm. I whipped around and said "What the hell do you want?"

"Don't be mad at Jeff, he only did what I asked him to do."

"Well I hope you enjoyed it, I don't think I can work here

any longer"

"What?"

"How can I face these people again. Anytime someone laughs behind my back I will know why. Now get away from me before I do something we will both regret." I walked out on a terrace and sat in the cold air for a while. I looked at my watch and saw it was after midnight. I went toward the door and saw Liana watching me through the glass door. When I opened it she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me hard. She ran her hands over my body, even squeezing my cock through my pants. I heard whooping and yells of encouragement again. 

She pulled back and said, "Darling, please forgive me, you know I love only you. I just wanted to teach you a lesson."

I was calmed a bit. I said, "I am going home now, you can come with me or stay and party with the boys." I turned and walked out the door. She was right with me. Tears were running down her cheeks. I opened her door on the car and she got in. I expected a blast of anger from her on the way home. She didn't say a word. When we were in the house she went to our room. I fixed myself another drink. I sat and sipped the drink and thought about the evening. I could find nothing I could have done to prevent what had happened.

I heard her softly speak my name. I looked up. She stood before me in a very sheer baby doll gown. She was adorable. She put her hands on my shoulders, "John, I love you with all my heart. I am truly sorry if I hurt you tonight, I was so jealous when I saw Jane kissing you and throwing herself at you I didn't know what to do. I asked Jeff to help me make you jealous too. I saw the pain in your eyes and wanted to die. I hated watching you in your suffering. Please forgive me. I learned something tonight. Getting even with someone you love is not worth it. You hurt as much as they do." She sobbed and held me close to her. I just couldn't stay mad at her.

I picked her up and carried her to our bed. I placed her on the bed and hurriedly removed my clothes. She watched me. When I was nude she stood and took off her gown and lay back on the

bed. I moved beside her and caressed her body. Feather light touches from her toes to her neck had her softly begging for more. I kissed her tenderly then let my tongue search for hers. Our tongues twisted around each other and I sucked her tongue gently while the tip of my tongue teased her tongue.

She put her hands on either side of my face and moved my mouth to her nipples, she loves for me to suck on her nipples. She likes me to suck them very hard. She likes me to use my fingers on the nipple that is not being sucked. She wanted that nipple pinched and twisted. Hard! By now her legs had spread wide. I moved between them and she guided my cock to her love tunnel. I slipped right in her wet warm sheath. I moved my mouth to hers and kissed her hard.

My hips rotated back and forth, slamming into her pelvis with a loud slap on each thrust. I humped her like a dog over a bitch. I was moving as fast as I possibly could. I was trying to only please myself, I need the release to ease the hurt I was still harboring inside me. I came with a rush of feeling and pulled out to spray her body with spurt after spurt of hot, white, thick cum.

I rolled off her. Her hands moved to her pussy and she moved them there for a while. She sighed. "You still are angry with me aren't you?"

"I still see you laughing while Jeff felt you up."

"Oh!"

"I still love you Liana, with all my heart, I guess it wouldn't hurt so much if I cared less about you. Just give me a little time."

Our love for each other healed my hurts and things were very good with us. Liana found she was pregnant and our lives were filled with joy. Then the shit hit the fan. We were supposed to go to a party to celebrate the promotion of one of our group. Liana said at the last moment she didn't want to go. She said she didn't feel well, I said I would stay home with her. She insisted I go alone. She said she didn't feel that bad but she thought she better not go. 

I had been working at home most of that afternoon as I was now able to do since I had set up a small office there. I could do as much from there as I could from the office. I contacted 

a few of my customers for additional data to help fine tune their software. After a light meal I dressed and asked Liana if she was sure she did not want to go or for me to stay home. I told her the guy wouldn't feel bad if I missed the party, I would call and explain. She insisted I go.

All my group were there and the party was in full swing when I arrived. Jeff and Jane were going at it hot and heavy with kisses and hugs. I was about ready to leave after an hour. Jane asked If I could give her a ride home. She said she wasn't feeling well. I couldn't very well refuse her.

When we got to her apartment she asked me in for a cup of coffee. I wanted to be sure she got in her apartment all right so I agreed. She pulled me in and put coffee on to perk. She said she had to use the bathroom. She was back in a few minutes, wearing a sheer negligee. She had a very lovely body I had long admired without lusting for it. She moved about the kitchen and bent over to get cream from the refrigerator. The sheer fabric of the negligee pulled tight across her bottom. 

Everything was revealed, from her little puckered asshole to her pussy. I felt my cock rise. She fixed our coffee and I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She leaned over and placed the cup and saucer in front of me. Her gown fell forward disclosing her large breasts and firm nipples. She sat across from me at the small glass topped kitchen table. Her legs were slightly spread and I could see right through the table to her pussy.

She watched my eyes and knew where I was looking. She smiled as we talked about mostly nothing. I was about to finish my coffee when she rose and walked around to me. I stood and she pressed herself against me. 

"Do you like what you have been looking at? It's here for you." Her arms went around my neck and her lush warm lips were against mine. I could not help myself. I pulled her close, our tongues playing together. I felt her hand grasp my erect cock and feel it. Her breath sucked in sharply and she squeezed harder. Her hands were at my belt and zipper, then she dropped to her knees. Her hands grasped my erection and her lips slipped over him in a second. I felt sheer panic! I had to get out of there. Her mouth followed by her hands moved up and down on my cock rapidly, I could not get my breath.

She stood quickly and dragged me to her turned down bed. She unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off me. She pushed me back on her bed and pulled my shoes and pants off. She untied her gown and it fell off. She climbed over me and rubbed those huge breasts across my lips. I could feel her wet pussy against my belly.

She grasped one of her breasts with both of her hands and rubbed the nipple over my lips. I suckled it like a starving calf on his momma's teat. It was large, long and rubbery. She lifted and changed breasts.

She grinned at me and moved down between my legs. Her hands stroked my hard cock for a moment before her mouth slurped him

in. Damn, she was like a wet hot vacuum cleaner. The gal had given head before, she knew just what to do. Her tongue was educated and she was definitely a grad student in the art of fellatio. I was into the sex above all else mode by now. I pulled her up over me and kissed her, then I rolled us over and slipped down between her legs. I parted her inner lips and dove into her pussy and licked and sucked everything I found there

Her juices were flowing by then and I slurped them up. She tasted good, damned good. She trembled and jerked like drop of water on a hot skillet. She was very vocal in her appreciation of what I was doing. Her screams of joy had to be heard around the block. I moved up between her legs and she guided me into her pussy with her hand. I went with the long very slow strokes. She was moaning low in her throat. 

I felt her clinch up on me and then start to quiver so I knew she was starting another orgasm. I slowed my pace, barely moving. Exquisitely long slow strokes kept her jerking in an orgasm and kept me on the edge of climaxing for a long, long time. At last I could stand it no more, I put my pelvis in high gear and raced to a thunderous finish. 

She looked at me and said, "God damn, Liana is the luckiest girl in the world."

"Oh Shit, I am in a world of trouble. I've got to get home."

"You better take a quick shower before you leave, don't rub her nose in it."

I wash over half way home when my cell phone rang. It was 

Liana.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm almost home. I need to talk to you."

"I'll be here, Dear."

I tried to think of something to tell her. I knew the shit would hit the fan. I knew I my heart there was only one thing I could do. Tell the truth. Payback was going to really hurt, I knew that for sure.

She was waiting for me in the kitchen drinking coffee when I walked in. She looked up at me. "You did it didn't you?"

"Yes."

"You cheated on me, right?"

"Yes."

"Whom?" 

"Jane."

"Why?"

"I really don't know. I do know it will never happen again."

She looked at me. "I know that. I still love you. You know I will have to get even don't you?"

"That didn't work out so well last time?"

"Last time I was wrong, am I wrong this time?"

"No."

"I want you to tell me everything that happened. I know you will tell the truth, won't you?"

"Yes, I will." 

I told her exactly what happened. She asked me a number of questions.

"Was she still drunk when you got to her place?"

"She seemed to recover when we went inside her apartment."

"Exactly what was she wearing when she came out of the bedroom?" I described as best I could what Jane was wearing.

Liana looked at me, "Poor boy, you were seduced, you didn't have much of a chance against that bitch."

"I swear I did try to leave."

"I believe you Dear, I really do."

"Then you forgive me?"

"Of course I do, I love you."





Turnabout is Fair Play



It was fine with her.

I shut the phone machine off too and went to bed in the spare room. I couldn't sleep. I didn't think I would ever sleep again. I got up and went to the kitchen , fixed myself some coffee and sat sipping it. I heard a noise and turned and Liana was watching me.

"Sit down and have some coffee."

She poured herself a cup and sat down. I couldn't look at her.

She said, "Are you feeling OK now. Did you sleep at all. I haven't been able to sleep at all. I know I hurt you and I want to die for that, I can't do that because I am carrying your son."

"Son?"

"Yes, I went for a sonogram yesterday morning, we are going to have a boy."

"Was he worth it? Was fucking Buck worth it?"

"My God, How? I mean do you know everything?"

"I know everything, I think, I know you set me up so Jane could seduce me so you would have an excuse to fuck Buck. Was it worth it? When are you going to him?"

"Why do you think I would go to him?"

"I just figured you would after the way you almost raped him when you got him to THAT bed. THAT bed, it is no longer my bed."

"Oh! John, I was wrong, totally wrong. I love only you."

"Right, until some old boy friend wanders by."

"I guess I deserve that! How do you know I, as you say 'almost raped him'?"

"I installed a video camera after you left last night."

"You saw the whole thing?"

"No, I got sick and threw up after a few minutes. Then I shut it off. I have no need to see the rest to it."

"John I know you will think this is kind of kinky, but I want to watch it with you."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes I am, You don't know how happy you just made me."

"What?"

"Yes Dear man, happy, happy, happy. Come on I want to watch this with you. I don't want you to get the idea I am in any way proud of this, but we need to watch me make a complete fool of myself."

We sat on the small couch and Liana sat very close to me. I started the video. It showed Liana and Buck enter the living room. Liana said, "we don't need to watch this part, skip to the bedroom."

"No, you said you wanted me to see it all."

"What ever you say. I don't want to see this part. The scene showed Liana and Buck settle in for some very serious necking. It wasn't long before he had her breasts bare and had her panties off. They were kissing and caressing each other constantly.

Then Liana pushed him away and said, "Let's get this into bed." She grabbed his erection and pulled him toward the bed. When they reached the bed she pushed him on it and jumped on top of him. She was kissing him and he was trying to put his cock in her vagina. She was wiggling around so much he couldn't do it. His cock slipped up and down her little bottom.

"This is where I shut it off. I am having trouble watching it now, are you sure you want to see more."

"Yes I sure do."

Suddenly on the video Liana screamed, "NOOOO! Noooooooo! I 

can't do this. I just can't. I'm sorry, I just can't do any more. I am making myself sick, I think I am going to throw up." She jumped from the bed and sounds of retching were clearly heard. Then the sound of a shower was clear. Buck sat for a minute, then started dressing. Liana came out in a terrycloth robe. 

She looked at Buck, "I'm sorry Buck, I just can't do it. I love 

my husband too much. He is the sweetest most honest man in the world. I don't deserve him. I have put him through a living hell just so I could be with you and not feel guilty. It won't work. I want to die for going this far. But I dug my own grave and have already thrown dirt on it. I have always felt guilty about you going off to fight for our country and I jumped right in John's bed before you were hardly out of sight. I have always felt bad about that."

"Hey girl, you don't have to feel bad about that, I was trying to keep you and two other girls happy. I had to get out of town. I never went in the Army."

"You rotten son of a bitch! What a stupid little fool I have been, I was very fond of you, but nothing, nothing at all like I feel for my John, if he is still mine. He will never believe me if I tell him I couldn't go all the way."

"You are right about that, he wouldn't believe me either."

"I just will have to try and tough it out. I know I will loose him." She started weeping. She cried out of control. Buck tried to comfort her but she just kept wailing.

"I think you can stop the video now. I am so ashamed of what I did to you. I have destroyed my greatest treasure, your sweet love." Liana burst into tears, she jumped up and ran from the room. I followed her. She was on the bed when I found her. I picked her up and carried her to the spare bedroom. She looked up at me with her lovely face all scrunched up. I kissed her tenderly. Her arms went around my neck. We kissed for a long time. 

She pulled back and looked at me like a kicked puppy dog. "Will you ever forgive me, John?"

"Yeah! I guess I will. I love you so damned much." 

"Will you make love to me, I'm real hot."

"You will have to handle that yourself tonight and for quite a while."

"Oh! Nooo!"

"I thought you forgave me."

"I do forgive you, I love you with all my heart and soul. I just have not gotten even yet. I haven't decided how or when, but I will get even." 

"Nooooooooooooo!"



Turnabout is Fair Play



This story is a sequel to "Mr. Peters must discipline the cheerleaders" (The Lessons Ch. 17). It was written on request of Pam, a Literotica reader. It includes many of the same characters as the original, all of whom are at least eighteen years old. It involves spanking , submission, nonconsent, reluctance, and a bit of CFNM, so if such things are of little to no interest to you, it would be a waste of your time to read this story. Otherwise, please enjoy!

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"Professor Flanders, I'm so sorry! Really I am!" Lisa implored, her face emblazoned with fear and contrition.

Lisa had been caught by Professor Flanders cheating earlier that week on an art history test. He was meeting with her in his office to discuss the problem, which was a quite serious one indeed. "You understand, Lisa, that I am going to have to turn this matter over to Mr. Harrington." Mr. Harrington was the head of the Templeton Student Disciplinary Board.

"Oh no! No, no, no, don't do that!" Lisa pleaded. She stood beside Professor Flanders's desk, her eyes wide with fright, her hands clenched before her, pleading for consideration, for compassion. If she was turned in to the Student Disciplinary Board she would be faced with the possibility of suspension and, even worse, her parents would be informed. She really, really did not want that to happen.

"I don't see that I have much choice," Mr. Flanders sternly replied. Professor Flanders was known as a fairly tough instructor. His course was really quite difficult which, to many students, just didn't seem fair. It was, after all, just art history. It wasn't like math or science; stuff that really mattered.

Lisa, though, did have a plan, a suggested alternative. She had learned a great deal from her disciplinary session with Mr. Peters (see "Mr. Peters must discipline the cheerleaders"). She said softly, "Well, maybe you could punish me yourself, Mr. Flanders."

"What? Me?" Professor Flanders turned his chair away from his desk to face the girl more directly.

"Yes sir," Lisa replied. "When I got into some trouble with the other cheerleaders Mr. Peters disciplined us, rather than sending us to Mr. Harrington."

Professor Flanders had heard of Mr. Peters. Almost all of the faculty at Templeton had heard of him. He was quickly establishing himself as a leader of effective student discipline and rehabilitation. It was really quite striking how much improvement was typically seen in students who came under his guidance and instruction. Of course, not everyone did approve of his methods, as much as was known of their precise nature. There were rumors, but Mr. Flanders had difficulty believing them. In any case, Mr. Harrington was definitely not a fan of Mr. Peters, and was in fact openly politicking against him. It was, though, probably just jealousy, as Mr. Peters was taking quite a bit of thunder away from Mr. Harrington's more official disciplinary board. "You want me to send you to Mr. Peters?"

"Oh, no, no," Lisa exclaimed, bending forward a bit, looking closely into Professor Flanders's eyes. Lisa had really very pretty green eyes: so wide, so round, so innocent.

Being sent to Mr. Peters wouldn't really be that bad. She actually liked her prior session with him a great deal. But, she knew that Mr. Peters might be even tougher with a student sent back for a second session. He might even use that pillory that was in his office! She shivered at the thought of that. And, besides, her current plan required that Professor Flanders provide the discipline himself.

"No, Mr. Flanders," she reiterated, perching her little hand softly on his shoulder, "you should really provide the punishment, don't you think."

Professor Flanders swallowed. He could feel a stirring within his slacks. This girl was so very, very cute. She hardly seemed to have any breasts at all, but that wasn't a concern for him. He actually preferred little titties. Plus, she was such a tiny little thing, and so adorable with her freckles and her red hair in a long pony tail falling down her back. But, he had to get control of himself. He cursed himself for thinking about a student in that way. He inquired, "What sort of punishment did you have in mind?" His heart raced as he imagined various possibilities, but of course expecting her to suggest doing an extra term paper.

Lisa stood back up straight, looked demurely down at her feet, clasped her hands before her, and said almost in a whisper. "When I used to get into trouble at home, I would get a spanking." That wasn't actually true. She had only been spanked once at home, and that had been by her mother. Her father had considered it to be inappropriate for him to do such a thing. But, she knew that it would help convince Mr. Flanders to spank her if he believed that it was the way she was disciplined by her parents.

The swelling of Professor Flanders's cock rapidly accelerated. This had indeed been one of the more prurient options that had run through his head, but it was also a fantasy that a professor should really resist. "Oh, well, um, yes, but, um, I'm not so sure I should do something like that."

"Why not, sir?" Lisa innocently inquired. "A spanking can be a very good thing for a bad little girl."

"Well, for one," he replied, surprised that the answer wasn't entirely obvious to the young woman, "you're an adult, a young lady." Lisa was indeed eighteen years old. "And, well, being a young lady, and myself a man. Well, I just think..." He couldn't bring himself to fully articulate the evident concern.

"Oh, but that's alright, Mr. Flanders," Lisa replied. "I don't mind." In fact, all that he had said so far was integral to her plan.

"Well, I kind of think that the college administration, and your parents, would have a very different view of it."

"I won't tell." She had no difficulty with that. "Like I really don't want my parents to find out about this anyway. They don't have to know anything about it. It'll be our little secret." 

Mr. Flanders pondered the idea. If this was kept secret there would be no harm, and it was certainly true that the young lady had an invested interest to keeping it secret. But, he remained understandably ambivalent. "No, no, I think such a thing would be terribly inappropriate." The fact that his dick was swelling in his pants was a strong testament to that.

"But, that's what Mr. Peters did," Lisa argued.

"He did?" Apparently some of the rumors about Mr. Peters were indeed true? He wondered if the administration knew of such behavior.

"Oh yes, yes. I had to bend over, in his office, and Mr. Peters lifted up my skirt, all the way up, so that my panties were exposed and, goodness gracious, he even pulled them down!" She covered her face with her hands, feigning severe embarrassment. "It was so humiliating and shameful, Mr. Flanders."

The covering of her face, her eyes, provided Professor Flanders the brief opportunity to use his own hand to quickly shift his stiff cock to a more comfortable position, albeit one that might also be a bit more revealing. He kept the hand though in his lap, resting against his cock, effectively hiding it from view. "Yes," he replied softly, his mouth and lips going dry. "I imagine it was."

Lisa took her hands away from her face. "Oh it was, Professor Flanders, it really was. He could see, like, everything! My little bare bottom and even, well, you know." Her voice lowered to a whisper, "my little girlish cunnie."

Mr. Flanders didn't think his cock could swell any further.

"But," Lisa added, "I did really deserve it. I was definitely a very bad girl, and I really learned a great deal from the spanking." She had indeed, but perhaps not entirely in the manner she was currently implying. "I haven't gotten into any trouble since then." Well, at least not with Mr. Peters. She did, though, make up for her mistreatment of Theodore Newman. She and Teddy were now good friends. So, the punishment was in fact effective with regard to its original rationale and purpose. It just hadn't generalized to all other areas of her life. So, perhaps she did need a second dose of discipline.

Mr. Flanders appreciated the same point. "Yes, well, up until now, apparently."

"I know, I know," Lisa agreed, speaking quite contritely. "That's why I should get another one." She added more softly, "Another spanking, I mean."

Mr. Flanders would have to admit that at times his tests were inordinately difficult. He just felt that students so often failed to take his course seriously. Everyone talked about how difficult were organic chemistry, physics, and calculus. Nobody ever suggested that art history was comparably rigorous or demanding. In fact, before he arrived at Templeton many students referred to the art history course as a "bunny" course: an easy grade that filled out an otherwise difficult schedule. He had certainly fixed that reputation, but he knew that at times he did get carried away. Lisa probably didn't deserve to be suspended. She did deserve a second chance. She certainly didn't appear to be a girl who cheated on tests. Perhaps he could, and even should, handle this more informally, more privately. "Yes, well, alright then, um, how should we do this?"

"Oh, Mr. Flanders!" Lisa exclaimed with joy, clapping her hands with glee and enthusiasm. "You're so cool!"

Mr. Flanders grunted at the surprising enthusiasm the girl was expressing over her punishment, but he took it as relief over the decision not to pursue the matter with Mr. Harrington. It was also a bit odd for the student to instruct the teacher on how to administer a spanking, but it was clear who had the experience. In any case, Lisa had a clear plan for what they would do. "I'll go over there, in the middle of your office, and then bend over, like this," she explained as she took her place in the center of his office.

Lisa bent way over, keeping her legs partly straight, and thrust out her bottom. To help keep her position, she clasped her hands behind her knees, providing an even stronger, more severe curve to her bottom.

It was a very endearing pose, and one that was perhaps further enhanced by the Templeton College uniform. All the girls at Templeton were required to wear plaid skirts that came just below the knees, white blouses, black ties, white socks, and black Mary Janes. With the skirt being so long it did not rise up too far, but Lisa was still revealing quite a bit of luscious pale thigh. And, the pose was just so suggestive, so lasciviously inviting. Mr. Flanders admired in particular how the girl's skirt draped and clung so nicely over the curves of the her petite bottom.

Lisa looked back at the professor, still sitting in his chair, his right hand resting in his lap. When Lisa had first come to Mr. Peters' office she had been a rather naive and inexperienced girl in matters of adult activities. However, the session with Mr. Peters helped her considerably to mature and develop as a young woman, and she knew full well what the professor was hiding beneath his hand. "Now, Mr. Flanders, you come over here and," she added with a little flirtatious grin, not really befitting the notion that she was about to be punished, "spank me."

The professor felt that he was either sitting on the edge of a cliff and was about to step off, or he was simply sitting in his chair and was being offered the most wonderful present he had received in years. Well, the former option was just a metaphor, the latter was for real. He took a deep breath and got up from his chair, holding his hands together before his crotch. He didn't usually clasp his hands in front of his crotch when he walked, but he didn't think it looked too weird.

Lisa looked away, wanting him to feel more comfortable about developing an erection. She grinned expectantly, and triumphantly, as she heard his steps approaching her bottom.

Professor Flanders was relieved that Lisa had turned her face away as he approached. He certainly didn't want her to notice that he had an erection. With her eyes averted he unclasped his hands. In fact, he even gave his stiff dick a squeeze as he stepped up to the girl's upraised bottom. He again admired how her plaid skirt was draped so delicately and deliciously across her bottom, wrapping around each wonderful curve, falling down within the forbidden crack.

"Shall I pull up my skirt, professor, or do you want to do it?"

His heart raced and he gave his dick another squeeze. He wasn't expecting that. She was even going to let him see her panties? "Um, I'll do it...I guess." That was perhaps his responsibility, as the professor.

"Thank you, Professor Flanders," Lisa dutifully replied, as if he was doing her some sort of favor.

The professor's hands trembled a bit as he reached for the hem of the girl's skirt. He had not done something like this in years. Frankly, as he thought about it, he wasn't sure if he had ever lifted up a girl's skirt as she bent over in front of him. He had never been particularly assertive or aggressive when it came to women and sex. They usually undressed themselves. At most he might help with a zipper, perhaps as well unbutton the front of a blouse as she smiled seductively at him. He now appreciated how a simple gesture as lifting up a skirt as the girl bends over before you is really quite nice, to say the least.

He slowly drew the skirt up her white, creamy innocent thighs, and over her perky bottom, laying it across her back.

His heart seemed to momentarily halt as her petite derriere came into view. It was so incredibly cute: so terribly rounded by the pose, so curved, and so little. And, this girl was not wearing regulation Templeton panties.

The Templeton uniform required that girls wear white cotton panties. It was not a heavily enforced regulation, but there were at times spot panty checks in the student center or at other well traveled locations. The Dean of Women would require each passing girl to briefly lift up her skirt.

Many girls did defy the requirement. Most did not mind the rest of the uniform but it did seem to be going too far to mandate what was worn in the privacy beneath one's skirt. But, if they were caught without regulation panties they would be sent before the Student Disciplinary Board.

The punishment, though, was rather minimal. First offense was met with just a warning. Second offense was met with being grounded for a week (a punishment difficult to enforce for students who lived off campus). And even the third offense was punished only by having to write a paper on the importance of wearing regulation panties, although these students would also have to visit the Dean of Women once a day to have their panties checked.

So, the punishments weren't really that severe. Still, the violations did go on the students' permanent record, which could perhaps haunt them in the future with some employer and, of course, their parents would be informed. Mr. Peters had suggested to the Student Disciplinary Board that perhaps the punishment for the third offense, or even the second, should be wearing one's panties at one's knees or ankles while sitting during a class. One couldn't really expect the girls to wear them at their knees or ankles while walking to and from a class, but it didn't seem unreasonable to do so during a class. Having to wear one's panties at one's ankles during class would seem to be a very appropriate and fitting exercise for such a violation. He wasn't sure though whether the panties should be regulation panties or the particular garment for which they had been convicted.

Mr. Harrington was rather shocked and appalled at even the suggestion of such a punishment, and perhaps even more surprised when the President of the University, Dr. Chalmers, indicated a willingness to give it consideration, let alone serious consideration.

Professor Flanders contemplated all this history as he gazed fondly upon Lisa's panties, although perhaps his thoughts were more lascivious than academic. He had to admit that he much preferred Lisa's panties over the regulation white cotton. Lisa's were yellow bikini panties that were gaily colored with little dancing bears and, due to her strained posture, were pulled very tightly across her bottom, the lower third of each cheek exposed, her little white bum cakes peeking out so deliciously. And, perhaps most wondrous, the panties were drawn very tightly across her feminine mound, which appeared as a soft tender petite pouch poking out between her lily white thighs. Mr. Flanders did not jerk off very often, but he sorely wanted to do so right now.

After staring wide-eyed for quite sometime he finally spoke in a hushed manner, "You're not wearing regulation panties."

"Oh my gosh!" Lisa exclaimed, feigning considerable embarrassment and shock. She reached back and quite ineffectively tried to hide the crime with her hands. "You're right, Professor Flanders! I'm so sorry. I just forgot, really."

How one forgets to wear regulation panties was beyond comprehension, but Professor Flanders was not giving it much thought. His thoughts were elsewhere.

It was in fact no accident that Lisa was not wearing regulation panties. She had quite a few white cotton panties (each with her name stitched across the waistband), but her cheerleading friends had convinced her to purchase something much more enticing for Professor Flanders. They were not entirely pleased with her selection, preferring instead something more lacy, more diaphanous and erotic, but Lisa liked the dancing bears.

Lisa looked back up at the professor, immediately noticing the very large and prominent protrusion in his slacks. Apparently her friends were wrong as her new panties were having the desired effect. As she withdrew her hands from her bottom she said quite contritely, "I guess you will have to give me an extra, special spanking, won't you, sir."

"What? Um, yes, yes," Professor Flanders replied, finally gathering his thoughts. He cleared his throat and said, "I suspect I shall have to, young lady."

Lisa again clasped her hands together behind her knees, helping to maintain her pose, her bottom so provocatively thrusting out and up toward the professor. "Shall I pull them down, professor, or would you prefer to do that yourself?"

'Oh man,' the professor thought., 'this just keeps getting better.' She was going to let him see beneath her panties! And, even leaving it up to him who pulls them down. It was actually not a straightforward decision. It might be nice to watch the young lady pull them down herself, but like a puppy with a new treat he couldn't hold himself back. He reached out, grasped hold of the waistband of the girl's panties, and in one swift, excited motion yanked them all the way down to her ankles, forcing her to momentarily unclasp her hands.

"Oh, no, no, sir," Lisa admonished. "Keep the panties around the knees. That's how Mr. Peters does it."

"Oh, yeah, sure." He pulled them back up to position them at her knees, but they just fell right back down.

Lisa could have held them there with her hands clasped behind her knees, but there was a reason not to be fully cooperative. "I'm sorry, Mr. Flanders, I need to spread my legs a bit to hold them in place."

"Yeah, right," he quietly replied, repositioning her panties again at her knees, this time held in place by her slightly parted legs.

The opening of her legs also served another function, or at least had another benefit, and that was more fully exposing that which was in between them: Lisa's pretty little pussy. It was just a little, small soft fleshy buttercup with the teeniest of a slit at the very bottom. There was hardly any hair at all, more like the fuzz on the pink flesh of a peach. As Mr. Flanders pondered the so terribly delectable sight he again squeezed his cock through his slacks. She must shave herself down there, he figured. He had heard of such a thing, but hadn't ever really seen it, at least not in person. As a cheerleader perhaps Lisa is obligated to do that, to avoid the appearance of any hairs during a routine. Well, whatever the reason, it was very, very appealing. It just made her cunt look so innocent, so pure, so deliciously sweet.




Turnabout is Fair Play



Mr. Flanders's respect for Mr. Peters was increasing exponentially. If this is how he disciplined undergraduates he could not imagine what temptations he must be experiencing. Mr. Flanders wanted so much to fuck this girl from behind. He knew he shouldn't. He knew he couldn't (she certainly wouldn't put up with that!), and he knew he wouldn't, probably. How does Mr. Peters avoid such temptations?

He tore his eyes away from the girl's cunt to consider the task at hand, and that was her bottom. But, the sight of that did nothing to diminish his excitement, his lurid arousal. Her derriere was just so adorable, so cuddly. Lisa was such a petite, fit young lady. He just wanted to kiss and lick her bottom all over. It would be a shame to give such an elfish little bum a spanking. Well, actually, it would be a delight, and that was the problem. 

"Okay, I'm ready, Mr. Flanders." Lisa bit her lower lip in anxious anticipation of the first smack. It seems like the first one is always the most difficult. You just don't know how hard it's going to sting, and whether you will be able to take it.

Lisa, though, was confident that she would be able to handle it. First, it was unlikely that Mr. Flanders would really be that hard on her. And, more importantly, ever since the session with Mr. Peters she had been spanked quite a bit. The cheerleaders enjoyed it so much that they incorporated it into their practices, at least the private ones. Some of them, of course, encouraged their boyfriends to spank them. Pam and Susie were even politicking to include a spanking within one of their routines. Perhaps every time one of the members of their basketball team commits a foul a cheerleader bends over and is spanked by one of the male squad members. That would be kind of cool!

Mr. Flanders was pondering how hard to spank the girl. He really didn't want to hurt her, to cause her any real pain. But, if he didn't, then how would it really be any form of punishment? Well, of course, simply the experience of bending over in front of an adult male, exposing your naked bottom and cunnie must be pretty embarrassing, particularly for a cheerleader, although he didn't really know for sure why it should make any difference that she was a cheerleader. It did, though, affect him, he had to admit, at least a little bit. Cheerleaders were always the most popular girls on campus. The fact that one of them was on display for him in such a wanton, lewd manner was very pleasing, to say the least.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Oh yes!" Lisa squealed, "that's good, Mr. Flanders. Spank my bottom!"

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Good! Good! Yes, Mr. Flanders!" Lisa squealed, swinging her bottom left and right, up and down, looking so very much like she was just trying to get him excited. "Oh thank you so much, Mr. Flanders! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Lisa squealed, "You're such a good teacher!"

Professor Flanders certainly never felt better about being a teacher, or at least never felt as excited or aroused. He hadn't realized how spanking a girl's bare bottom could be so much fun. It was so sweet making it dance and prance, wiggle and waggle, all of it providing him with such endearing peeks at the girl's feminine cunnie pouch and puckered rosebud.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"I just hope dear," he gasped in between smacks, "That you're learning an important lesson here."

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Oh yes, Mr. Flanders, I am. I really am."

Smack! Smack! Smack!

He lectured, "Cheating on a test is not appropriate behavior."

Smack!

"No, it's not, Mr. Flanders. I really know that now."

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"You won't do it again now, will you? I don't what to have to repeat this." Actually, that was a flat lie. He would very much love to repeat this.

Smack! Smack!

"On no, sir. No. I will be a good girl now, I promise."

Smack! Smack! Smack! "Well, I certainly hope so. I would hate to tell your parents about this." That was indeed very, very true, but not for the reasons he was trying to convey to Lisa.

"Really, I will be good. You're spanking me so good, Mr. Flanders. I won't misbehave anymore. I promise."

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Yes, well," he said, pausing. He had to catch his breath. It wasn't so much that he was tired. He was just so very excited. Spanking a girl wasn't a lot of work but it was terribly exhilarating. And, his hand was tingling quite a bit, perhaps as much as the girl's bottom. He sure did admire, though, how apple red her cheeks now were. He really did like a fresh juicy ripe apple.

Well, perhaps this was enough spanking.

Lisa noticed him pausing. She looked back and up at him, again noticing as well his very prominent stiff cock thrusting out his slacks. "You're not stopping now, are you, Mr. Flanders? You'll spank me some more, won't you please?"

Well, if she wanted him to, he should be willing to oblige the girl. 

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Oh yes, Mr. Flanders, that's so, so good. Please spank my little naked girly tush!"

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Yes, yes, yes," Lisa gasped, her bottom thrusting and gyrating in a very lewd manner. "You're such a good spanker, Mr. Flanders."

She did indeed feel that he was. She was enjoying this spanking much more than when Polly, the head cheerleader, spanked her, and that was saying quite a bit. Perhaps Mr. Flanders was a natural spanker. Or, it could just be that it's more fun to be spanked by an older man than another girl. Well, whatever the reason, she was really enjoying it. Her bottom did tingle and sting, but it was a very nice sort of stinging, like the pleasure one gets from spicy hot wings. She really did like spicy hot wings. In fact, it might be fun to eat spicy wings and be spanked at the same time! Heat on both ends! She would have to suggest that at the next cheerleading practice.

Mr. Flanders's hand was feeling really stingy as well, so he switched to his left. It was a bit awkward, but it also allowed him to more easily squeeze and fondle his cock as he concurrently smacked the girl's bare naked red bottom.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Oh golly, yes, Mr. Flanders! This is the bestest spanking I've had all semester!" She was thrusting her ass up at him, wondering what it would be like to be spanked right on the cunnie. Nobody had ever done that before.

Mr. Flanders did wonder precisely how often this girl had in fact been spanked. Apparently quite a few times, but why so often? Still, he didn't think about it for long. He had much better, much more important things to think about.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh please, just a bit more!" Lisa gasped, feeling herself getting so terribly excited, so close to that special, wonderful moment.

Mr. Flanders could see Lisa's cunt glistening and twinkling in the harsh light of his office. She was clearly very moist with arousal. He squeezed harder on his cock and then felt that tell-tale sensation within his own loins, realizing that he was getting close to cumming as well. There was simply no way he should do that, at least in a manner that would be noticed by the girl, and clearly she would notice the wet stain in his slacks. He immediately stopped, taking his hand away from his crotch as well. "No, no," he gasped. "I think, um, that, well, that's uh, enough, for now."

Lisa was breathing very heavily. Her face was flush red, both with the blood rushing there because she was so bent over, but as well because she was so aroused and excited. Her face though was probably not as red as her bottom. "Oh please, please, sir?" she pleaded, waggling and waving her bottom at him. "Just a bit more, won't you please?"

The fact that the girl was asking for more punishment was not lost on the professor. It just didn't seem quite right that a punishment was in fact so desired rather than repulsed. Apparently denying her more spanks would be more punishing than providing more. "No, um, Lisa, I, well, feel, that this is enough, for now." He repeated "for now," hoping to be able to have a future session with the girl.

Lisa sighed with disappointment, and frustration. She had never cum while just getting spanked before, and she had been so close this time. She had cum when the person spanking her was also fingering or fucking her. But, still, she had to remind herself that the primary purpose of this was to resolve the problem with the cheating, and she was making good progress at that. "Well, if you say so, sir. You're the professor, and everything." She unclasped her hands, stood back up straight, her skirting falling back over her bottom, her panties falling to her ankles. She turned around to face him, her steps short and awkward with her colorful panties tangled around her ankles.

Mr. Flanders quickly covered himself with his hands, trying to pretend that he was just clasping his hands at his crotch, as if that was the normal way he stood.

But, it was a rather feeble deception. He never stood that way in class and Lisa had already seen his evident erection a couple of times. "Oh my goodness," she exclaimed, "Did I make you all excited, Mr. Flanders?" "What?! No, no, no," he anxiously replied. This was not good. This was not good at all. He turned to make his way back to his chair.

"Oh golly, I did, didn't I, sir! I'm really so sorry. Honest I am," sounding as if she was again caught cheating on a test.

He sat back down in his chair and crossed his legs. "It's fine, Lisa. Um, let's just get back to work. I think this takes care of everything." He had wanted to schedule another session but he realized that was now out of the question.

Lisa stepped up to him, walking in little baby steps like a geisha girl, due to her panties still at her ankles. "No, please, Mr. Flanders. I just feel terrible. I got you all excited, and everything." She bent over and reached out with her hands, taking hold of his to pull them apart, pull them away from his lap, his cock.

"I really don't think, Lisa..."

Lisa definitely did not want him to think. She wanted him to trust his feelings, or at least those more fundamental, basic animal feelings. She interrupted him to say, "Please, Mr. Flanders, this is really all my fault, you know. You wouldn't have a boner if I hadn't cheated on the test."

Well, that was indeed very true, wasn't it? He got an erection because the girl cheated. This was pretty much her responsibility. He let her pull his hands away from his crotch.

"Oh my gracious," Lisa exclaimed as the sight of his erection came into view. "You have a really big one, don't you, sir!"

She really couldn't see much of it, or judge it that well, given that it was still covered and constrained by his boxers and slacks. But, it definitely felt really, really big to him. Still, it was a bit awkward, to say the least, to openly display his erection and talk about it, with this young coed. "Uh, yes, well, um, listen, it's fine. It happens." He really didn't know what to say. The cat was now out of the bag. Well, it was still in the trousers, and a big part of him, that part that Lisa apparently thought was big, wanted to more truly get out of the bag.

"Here," she said, taking hold of the arm rests of his chair to turn him so that he was fully facing her. "Let me just take care of him. Will that be okay, sir?"

Take care of it? Was she suggesting what he thought she was suggesting? "No, no, that's not necessary." He was amazed he was saying that, but he knew it was the right thing to say. How does Mr. Peters resist these girls?

Lisa got down on her knees before the professor. She uncrossed his legs to give her more room, and access. "I don't mind, Mr. Flanders. It's really my fault you got one and what if you have one of those four hour ones? How could you teach class today with that? Maybe you would even have to go to an emergency room!" Mr. Flanders was not taking any sort of medication to boost erections. So, it couldn't be one of these 'four hour ones.' It would clearly go down prior to his next class. But, for how long, how hard, do you argue with a pretty girl who wants to take care of it? "Yes, well, um, perhaps you're right." He was amazed that he said that. His heart raced with excitement, and fear. He knew he was taking a very big chance here, risking his whole career just to feel this girl's lips on his dick, if that was even in fact her intention.

Lisa smiled mischievously up at him. "Of course, it might be kind of fun to have you lecture today with a big hard boner."

Right now such a fantasy did sound appealing, if he could in fact get away with such a thing.

Lisa gleefully began to undo the professor's belt, button, and zipper, and appearing to be quite skilled at it. She had learned quite a bit about boys' pants, and many other things about boys, since her session with Mr. Peters. "Now, you stand up sir, so I can pull these down."

Mr. Flanders could not believe his good luck. Nothing like this had ever remotely happened to him before. It was like he was living a fantasy. Such moments do not happen that often in life, and he would certainly enjoy and savor this one. Perhaps this was a mistake but it was a mistake he was likely to treasure for quite some time. He got up from his chair to stand before the girl, who was now kneeling before him, her hands reaching up to grasp the waistband of his slacks and boxers.

She deftly pulled them both down in one smooth motion, his stiff dick popping out and waving in the air of the office like a heavy crane.

"Oh yes, Mr. Flanders. You really are big. You have a much bigger one than the boys in class have." Lisa had, by now, seen quite a few of them. A cheerleader does not stay chaste for long, and particularly not one who has received the training and discipline of Mr. Peters. But, it wasn't really true that Mr. Flanders was any bigger than the college boys she had been with. It was just good policy to flatter a professor, particularly one who caught you cheating on a test.

Mr. Flanders felt duly flattered. Could that really be true? Well, he wasn't about to question her.

Lisa got up higher on her knees so that her face was at the level of his cock. But, she was so petite she couldn't get all the way up to it. She had to pull it down a bit with her hand.

Mr. Flanders sighed deeply at the feel of the girl's little soft feminine fingers wrapping themselves around his shaft. Is there anything that feels better than that?

Well, there is, as he felt the girl's lips engulf the swollen plum of his cock and her tongue licking and lapping away at the bulb like a very thirsty kitten with a tasty bowl of milk.

He looked down at the sight of the pretty girl kneeling before him, her lips spread so terribly wide by the shaft of his dick, her mouth wrapped around the head, her large, round, green eyes looking up at him, gaily sparkling with delight at the feel of the man's cock within her mouth. He did though flinch a bit when he felt the girl's fingers tickling his balls.

She didn't really mean to tickle him. She just wanted to cup and fondle them as she nursed on his manliness.

She momentarily though released the head from her lips to marvel at the sight of his now wet and shiny swollen purple crown glistening in the office light. "You really do have a very beautiful cock, Mr. Flanders." But, as soon as she said it, she realized that perhaps she shouldn't have. "Oh!" She looked up at him, feigning fright, "Mr. Flanders, is it okay, sir, if I call it a cock?" She looked at him so endearingly with those sweet, adorable green eyes. "You won't turn me in to the disciplinary board for that, will you?"

He could tell this time that she was just pretending. He didn't mind. He lightly caressed her hair. "No, I think I'll let it slide, this time."

"That's very nice of you, sir." She smiled back and then began to lick up and down the shaft, giving it a very thorough cleansing with her tongue. "I just loving doing this so much. It just tastes so nice, Mr. Flanders. You should try it sometime."

He would have to take her word for that.

Lisa giggled as she again paused. "I was just being silly, of course. Big, masculine men like you eat pussies. They don't suck on cocks. That's a girl's job." She resumed her licking, this time focusing just on the shiny swollen crown while she stroked the wet shaft with one hand and fondled the balls with the other, and then absorbed the cock back into her mouth, momentarily bobbing her head up and down on the shaft, fucking his cock with her mouth, and then releasing it to look inquisitively up at the professor to ask, "Do you think it's wrong for a girl to like sucking off a guy so much?"

"No, no, it's fine," the professor quietly gasped. He kind of wished she would talk less and suck more.

"Have you ever had a cheerleader suck you off, sir?"

Actually, he had never had even an undergraduate suck him off, let alone a cheerleader. "Um, no, no, I haven't."

She smiled sweetly up at him as she suggested, "Maybe next time I'll wear my uniform while I'm doing it." She asked, "Would you like that, sir?" and then swallowed the bulb into her mouth, again bathing him with her little girlish tongue.

"Yes," he sighed with deep, base pleasure. Getting sucked off again by her in her cheerleading uniform would be quite wonderful indeed. He even contemplated having her bend over his desk while he fucked her with the skirt tossed up over her back. In a any case, he was very, very happy that she was also thinking of there being a next time. He certainly wasn't too sure that this time would last much longer.

She again removed her lips from his dick. "Mr. Flanders?"

He looked down at her, his dick towering over her youthful face, his dick stretching its skin to maximum capacity, his balls churning and yearning to cum. "Yes, dear," he sighed.

"Would you please cum in my mouth? I really want to see what your stuff tastes like. I've never had a professor's cum before."

He wouldn't think it would taste any different than a young man's, but he could hardly begrudge a student's interest in exploring new things. "Yes, I would be most happy to."

"Goody! And, after you squirt it, would you eat my pussy? It's really so wet and tingly now. I just don't know if I can make it back to my dorm."

"Yes, yes, dear, please," he pleaded.

"Okey dokey," she replied and then again absorbed his cock back into her mouth.

The professor reached down with his hands and gently grasped the girl's head, holding it steady as he slowly slid his cock in and out of her mouth. He held her head in part to stop her from talking, but also because he had always wanted to do this, to fuck a girl in the face. He didn't want to do it in an aggressive sort of way, just in an affectionate manner, making love to her mouth, to her lips, with his cock, watching it slowly slide in and out, in and out, in and out. It was a really very wonderful sight, and sensation.

Lisa dutifully sat still and received the gentle thrusting of the professor's dick in her mouth. She did though turn her head a bit left and right, so the swollen bulb of his cock would push out one cheek, and then the other, all the while smiling up at the professor with her mouth so full, her eyes twinkling with glee, her fingers softly caressing and squeezing his balls.

The professor would not last much longer doing this, nor did he really want to. Well, of course, he would like this moment to last for hours, but he did have a class coming up, plus he had promised to eat her out after he gushed his load into her pretty little mouth.

He could feel his balls pulling back and then he realized. She hadn't locked the door behind her! It wasn't her fault. No student would be expected to lock the door behind her. He glanced with nervous fright at the door, and then it indeed opened!




Turnabout is Fair Play



"Professor Flanders!" It was Polly, the head cheerleader. She stood in the opened doorway, a look of shock and horror on her face. She pointed a finger at the professor's cock embedded in Lisa's mouth. "What are you doing, sir!?"

It was rather obvious what he was doing, and he quickly stopped, slipping his cock from the girl's mouth, although now exposing it fully to the sight of the horrified head cheerleader. "Um, nothing, nothing, it's, um..." He used one hand to hide his dick, the other hand to reach down to grab his boxers and pants, trying to pull them up with one hand.

"It looks like a lot more than nothing to me," Polly asserted, stepping further into the office, leaving the door open behind her. "Looks like I got here just in time."

Lisa felt that the timing was a bit off. She would have preferred that Polly arrive just a bit later. She had really wanted the professor to cum in her mouth, as well as on her face. She felt it would have been even more shocking to have the professor's cum all over her face when Polly arrived, plus now that she had started she had wanted to finish it. But, of course, it was difficult to time these things perfectly. She pretended to be surprised as well by Polly's sudden appearance.

"Oh my goodness, Polly. I'm so sorry. Professor Flanders was, um, he was, like, just tutoring me and things sort of, well, got out of hand."

"Gracious," Professor Flanders requested, "Please, Polly, shut the door, won't you?" As he continued to get his pants up and his dick hidden he scrambled over to the door himself to shut it before anyone else came in or heard what was happening.

With the professor distracted Polly and Lisa smiled at each other. Polly winked. A few of the cheerleaders had cheated on the test. Lisa was the only one that was caught, and this was all part of their plan to address not only that problem but also the ongoing problem of the unreasonable difficulty of the professor's course.

"I am going to have to report this to Mr. Harrington, Professor Flanders," Polly asserted.

The shoe was indeed now on the other foot. "Oh no, no, please," Professor Flanders pleaded as he shut and locked the door. As he finished getting his cock back into his pants he said, "Let me explain."

"You can explain it to him, not that I think there could be any compelling explanation."

"It wasn't his fault, Polly, really," Lisa said, pretending to come to the professor's defense. "It was really my idea. I didn't do well on his test and so he said if I did this he would pass me in the class."

The professor rolled his eyes. That explanation made him look even worse, as Lisa was suggesting that the sex was all his idea. But, he knew it didn't matter that Lisa was telling only half the story. It wouldn't matter to Mr. Harrington if he traded a blow job for a higher grade or for looking the other way for cheating. Either way he would be in serious trouble.

"Taking advantage of one of the cheerleaders for your own lecherous pleasure is not going to sit well with Mr. Harrington," Polly made clear, just in case the professor did not fully appreciate the point.

"Yes, yes, I understand," the professor admitted. He could see his job, his career, melting away before his eyes. He made a desperate plea. "Listen, I will do anything if we can somehow forget this. Please, please, anything you want."

"Anything, sir?" Polly inquired, feeling their trap beginning to close.

"Yes, absolutely." The professor would indeed agree to most anything. He would pass all of the cheerleaders in the class, or anyone else they wanted, or even give them all A grades to get out of this mess.

"Well, I tell you what. I will think about it. We'll meet you at your classroom tonight, at 7PM, and I'll give you my answer. Is that agreeable to you?"

"Yes, yes, please, just keep it quiet. Don't tell anyone, alright?"

"I can do that. That's fair. You just be sure to show up."

"Yes, absolutely."

"Alright then, come along, Lisa."

"Yes, ma'am," Lisa meekly replied, following Polly out the door.

Professor Flanders was mortified. His heart never pounded so heavily before. It was even beating harder than when he was about to cum. He had no idea what Polly would demand of him, but he knew he would have to agree. He had no choice. Heck, it was far worse to imagine that she wouldn't come up with some demand, instead going to Mr. Harrington.

He could not get it out of his head as he continued through his duties as a professor for the rest of the day. He struggled with his options. He technically did have a choice. He could turn himself into Mr. Harrington. If he followed through with Polly he could in fact be digging himself into an even deeper hole. It's often not the original crime that gets people in trouble, it's the failure of the cover-up, the further crimes one commits as one tries to cover one's tracks. It's often best to just come clean, throwing oneself on the mercy of the court.

But, perhaps he could get away with it! Wouldn't that be better than suffering the consequences that will come from a confession? Clearly it would be better to suffer no consequences at all. Most likely Polly would just want passing grades for herself and Lisa, or perhaps all of the cheerleaders. He could do that. But, what if Polly changed her mind? What if she had already gone to Mr. Harrington?

But, she wouldn't do that, would she? The fact is that Lisa had indeed cheated on the test. It wasn't clear though that he could prove it. He had confiscated a copy of the answer sheet from Lisa's notebook but he couldn't prove now that it was in fact her copy. There had been no witnesses. It would just be her word against his, and his word wouldn't be worth much after getting caught with his dick in her mouth. And, besides, as he realized earlier, it didn't really matter that she was cheating. A blow job isn't one of the stated punishments for cheating endorsed by the university. But, Lisa still wouldn't want that to come up. She might also get into trouble. That might be a reason that they wouldn't go to Mr. Harrington. Perhaps he could in fact prove that it was hers. He still had her copy of the answer sheet. Her fingerprints would be on it.

His lecture on Marcel Duchamp's dada art that afternoon had not been very good. His mind was clearly elsewhere, and it was quite striking that none of the cheerleaders were in the class. He didn't know what to make of that. That certainly couldn't be a good sign. Or, maybe it was. Maybe they all now realized that they were going to pass the class!

He had to talk to somebody. He had to get some advice. He just couldn't work this out on his own. His mind was going in so many different directions. He went to see Mr. Peters.

It was a logical choice. He couldn't believe that something like this had not happened before. Or, at least, Mr. Peters was likely to be sympathetic over the possibility of something like this happening. Mr. Peters had even spanked Lisa before, apparently in a very similar way, although obviously without the blow job at the end.

Mr. Peters, however, did not turn out to be particularly helpful. Professor Flanders told him everything, including the scheduled meeting with Polly that evening in his classroom. Mr. Peters was sympathetic, but he could not offer any new suggestions or even reassurance.

"I appreciate the predicament, Professor Flanders, but I am afraid that the girls do have you by the balls, so to speak."

"Yes, yes, I know. I know. Nothing like this has ever happened to you?"

"No, nothing that I can recall."

Professor Flanders was not terribly surprised. Mr. Peters was a leader in disciplinary pedagogy. He was one of the innovators of the New School method of student training. Of course he had never succumbed to such a temptation. "What do you think I should do?"

"Well, frankly, Professor Flanders, I would turn myself in to Mr. Harrington." There was, of course, no way he would really do that, but he would not admit that to Professor Flanders. "But, if you want to first see what Polly has to offer, you are free to do that. I really don't think she will go to Mr. Harrington. I know Polly, and the rest of the cheerleaders. I do believe that they will make you a good faith offer." He had agreed with Professor Flanders that their failure to be in class that afternoon was a sign that they intended to make him an offer rather than turn him in. "And, frankly, if you do want to avoid losing your job then you probably should accept her offer. You did indeed take advantage of that young student."

Professor Flanders really didn't feel he had in fact taken advantage of her. It had been, after all, Lisa's idea, and she was eighteen. But, still, you're just not supposed to do those things with students, even if they are eighteen.

"Frankly, Mr. Flanders, I should perhaps turn you in to Mr. Harrington myself. I certainly can't condone what you did or what you may in fact arrange with Polly. But, you did come to me in confidence and I am sympathetic with the ease with which mistakes can occur when laypersons attempt to implement the New School methods. Perhaps in the future you will come to me first when a disciplinary matter arises.

Mr. Flanders was duly chastened. "Oh yes sir, yes, absolutely. I've certainly learned my lesson. I'll meet her this evening and I most certainly appreciate your consideration. You really don't think they'll go to Mr. Harrington?"

"I am very confident about that," Mr. Peters said.

That was at least reassuring; in fact, very reassuring. Professor Flanders left Mr. Peter's office with the hope, the expectation, that he was going to be able to get out of this without suffering any personal consequences, and that was frankly a very big relief.

However, when he arrived at the classroom that evening he was surprised to see that Polly was not alone. He wasn't terribly surprised to see that Lisa was there, but so were a few other cheerleaders: Pam, Jackie (see "Jackie learns to balance her studies"), and Julie (see "Mr. Peters and the cell phone"). Apparently Polly had not kept it a secret, as she had promised. This was not good. It did though make some sense as these girls were all enrolled in his class. Perhaps the deal would be passing them all in the course and they all wanted to be there when the agreement was made. That wasn't so bad.

The girls were sitting in the desk chairs at the front of the room. Normally they sat toward the back of the class. They were all wearing their cheerleading outfits, including now Lisa. The pleated skirts were white with red stripes. The name of the college, Templeton, stretched in bold red letters across their young breasts, which were so snugly wrapped within their soft white sweaters. It was a rather fetching sight. It was like their sweaters were painted on their breasts. He would invariably notice the pairs of white boobie balls all in a row in the back of the class whenever the cheerleaders came in their uniforms.

"It's good that you came, Professor Flanders," Polly greeted, with a very smug smile on her face.

"Yes, yes, alright, what do you want? Let's get this over with." He considered just immediately making the offer of giving them all passing grades, but he realized that he probably should not come across too willing and eager. They might raise the stakes if they knew how vulnerable he felt.

"Well, first," she said, "We, all of us, everyone in this room, want to receive an A final grade. Is that understood?"

The professor sighed deeply, but he was expecting that. "Yes, agreed." He did not though like hearing the word "first." What more could he provide? Money? Well, he would in fact be willing to give them money. He just hoped that it wouldn't be too much.

"And, second, we want you to give us the lecture we missed today, if you wouldn't mind. A sort of make-up lecture."

"What?" That was certainly quite surprising. Maybe he had underestimated these girls. He would be very willing to do that, and would be quite pleased to do so. Not too often do students actually request a make-up lecture. "Well, yes, of course, absolutely." He stepped to the front of the room and switched on the computer and powerpoint projector as the girls opened up their notebooks.

"But, Mr. Flanders," Polly added, "there is just one more thing."

The professor hesitated as he picked up a piece of chalk. He wasn't surprised. He shouldn't be.

"You have to do it with your penis out, with an erection."

"What?!" Now, that was surprising, and he looked at Polly with considerable shock as he heard the other girls giggle and titter.

"You heard me, Professor Flanders."

"You can't be serious!"

"Oh yes, I am, I am." It really wasn't such an unusual idea on her part. This is pretty close to what the cheerleaders made Theodore Newman do after they caught him peeking at them (see "The Lessons, Ch. 12, Teddy has a hard day"). And, besides, Polly added, "You didn't seem to have much difficulty showing it to Lisa. We think it's only fair that you show it to all of us."

That might be a good point. It was certainly a punishment that would fit the crime. And, if this was all he had to do to get away with his indiscretion with Lisa, it would be well worth it, wouldn't it? He glanced back at the door. "The door will be locked, won't it?" He wasn't going to make that mistake a second time.

Polly smiled triumphantly, strolled over to the door, and locked it. "There you go, now let's see how big a professor's cock is."

Well, that was a bit of pressure, to be sure. With considerable anxiety he unzipped his slacks, reached into his boxers and pulled out his penis, which was quite flaccid. It was met with quite a bit of laughter and his face flushed red. It's bad enough to have a girl laugh at your penis, it was considerably worse with there being so many of them, and even worse still with them being cheerleaders. He wasn't too sure why it made it worse for them to be cheerleaders. Perhaps because cheerleaders are obviously very popular girls, they had probably seen quite a few penises in their time, and they were probably pretty darned good judges when it came to size.

"Now girls," Polly admonished, "give the professor a chance. It's not even hard yet."

He sorely hoped that once it was hard they would not laugh again. He worked at trying to get an erection, but it was really quite difficult. It might be a wonderful fantasy to jerk off in front of a bunch of girls, but not when they are making you do it to make fun of you, and as every second passed with little to no success the anxiety and embarrassment mounted.

"Is this a common problem for men as old as you, Professor Flanders?" Pam teased.

"Maybe he took care of his business after Lisa and doesn't really have anything left for a few days," Polly suggested. The girls all giggled at that.

Professor Flanders tried to ignore the remarks, but his sigh of frustration revealed his feelings. And it wasn't even true. It would have been a natural thing to do, to jerk off after Lisa had left his office. But, he had become so embroiled in his concerns over this meeting and his future that he really wasn't in the right mood.

"Lisa," Polly suggested, "you didn't seem to have much difficulty getting a rise out of him earlier today. Why don't you try to help inspire the man? We don't want to wait all evening."

"Yes, ma'am," Lisa replied, getting up from her desk. Polly wasn't that much older than her, but being the head cheerleader Lisa often referred to her as "ma'am."

Once out of her desk she turned her back to Professor Flanders, bent over, resting her elbows on her desk. She looked back at the struggling professor, reached back with her hand, and lifted her cheerleading skirt over her bottom to rest it on her back. "Look, Professor Flanders," she said, with a big grin on her face, "do you remember this?"

The professor had been trying not to look at the grinning girls, feeling that would make him even more anxious and self-conscious, but he did look up at the sound of Lisa's voice, to be greeted with the lovely sight of that sweet pantied bottom again looking back at him.

"See, professor, I'm even wearing regulation panties now."

Actually, in one sense she wasn't, as she was not wearing cheerleader uniform panties. It was funny how cheerleader panties were fine to expose to thousands of persons at a ball game, as if being part of the uniform made them less of a panty. In any case, Lisa was wearing white cotton panties, which was regulation if she was still in the Templeton student uniform. They were rather plain, but they were still quite provocative and alluring, perhaps even more so because they were just white cotton panties. Plus, clearly stitched across the waistband was Lisa's name. It was something her mother did with all of her uniforms, ever since she was little. There didn't seem to be a compelling reason not to do so now with her college uniform.

"Am I being a good girl now?" Lisa asked, waving her white cotton panty bottom back and forth for him.

She was being a very naughty girl, but it was an unruliness that the professor enjoyed, and needed. He could feel the blood beginning to flow into his penis. The other girls were giggling and tittering, but it was no longer directed at Professor Flanders. It was now directed at Lisa's playful wickedness. The girls so much appreciated how Mr. Peters had really helped to break Lisa out of her shell, becoming a much more extraverted, sprightly, and frisky girl.

"Maybe this will also help," Lisa offered, reaching back with both hands to grasp hold of the waistband of her panties and pull them down to her knees, and then letting them fall the rest of the way to the floor. She arched her back and thrust out her bottom a bit more, now that it was fully naked.

It did indeed help; very much so. A smiled graced Professor Flanders's face as he was reminded of that so very delicious sight earlier that day. His cock was now swelling with renewed vigor and energy, leaping to life at the second viewing of that very cute and perky behind, with the soft, pale mound and delicate furrow peeking out from between her young white girlish thighs.

"My goodness, Lisa," Pam teased, "I think Professor Flanders has a crush on you."

"Now you shut-up," Lisa responded. "It's not easy being a professor. I'm just trying to be a good student." Lisa was one of the youngest girls on the squad, but she probably had the most energy and enthusiasm.

"Yes, well, I think you'll get a gold star for this," Pam suggested in jest.

The professor didn't say anything. He knew it was best to keep a low profile, albeit it was kind of difficult to do that with a hard cock sticking out.

"Is it still a little pink, Professor Flanders?" Lisa asked, looking back at him with a demure pout.

It didn't really seem to be, as he hadn't spanked her that hard in the first place. But, it was still very, very fetching. He just barely nodded his head as he contemplated the young girl's perky naked bottom and peek-a-boo cunnie, all the while squeezing and stroking his swollen dick.

"Alright then, professor," Polly instructed. "I think you're ready now. Why don't you begin your lecture. And girls," she added, turning toward the cheerleaders sitting in their desks, big smiles on their faces (they never looked more enthusiastic about being in class), "You be sure to take good notes. The professor is being very gracious in providing us with this special tutorial."

"Yes, Polly," they all dutifully exclaimed.

The professor let go of his cock and turned to the blackboard. What to do next? This just seemed so not right, so weird, so surreal: giving his lecture with an erect dick sticking out. But, if this is what it took to avoid getting into trouble, to avoid an even more serious public humiliation, then it would be well worth it. He began to write on the board as he discussed the history of the dada movement in the early 1920s.




Turnabout is Fair Play



"Now, Professor Flanders," Polly warned, "be sure to speak directly to the class, like you normally do."

Writing on the board had provided a momentary respite, as his cock was hidden from view. But, it was true that he did not normally lecture that way. On the other hand, he did not normally lecture with an erection sticking out of his pants. He turned to the class, and was greeted by another round of tittering and giggling as the flesh crane sticking out of his pants came back into view.

By now Lisa had gotten back into her seat, but she considerately kept her panties at her ankles. The professor's cock twitched at the sight of the white cotton tangled around the girl's ankles. It would be kind of nice to have all of the female students in a class sit with their panties at their ankles. He wasn't too sure what justification there would be for something like that, but it was the type of thinking that muddled his mind when he had an erection. Such thoughts were also distracting him from the primary purpose of his lecture. He returned to his summary of Marcel Duchamp's purported trip to the American Museum of Modern Art.

It wasn't easy though. The girls just didn't seem to take him seriously with his erection thrusting out through the fly of his slacks. There had been times when he had wondered if his zipper was down during a lecture (and there was one time it really was) but he couldn't really check while he was in the middle of a lecture. That would itself generate a lot of giggles and titters.

Well, this was considerably worse than just having your zipper down. He dimmed the lights a bit for the PowerPoint part of the lecture, going through some of Duchamp's more famous works. He lectured, "Duchamp was the originator of 'found art,' in which you convert a normal, routine article and convert it to a piece of art simply by displaying it." He pointed to the picture of Duchamp's "Bicycle Wheel" (a bicycle wheel mounted upside down on a stool).

"Could your boner be an example of 'found art,' Professor Flanders?" Pam asked, grinning broadly at her joke.

Professor Flanders sighed. "In principle, yes, yes, I s'pose so," he reluctantly replied, turning to face her as he did so, his cock waving in the air before him and now pointing directly at Pam.

"Goodness," Lisa asked, in a seemingly innocent manner, "did any dada artist exhibit his erection in a museum?" All the girls laughed at that.

No professor likes it when students make fun of the subject matter. It can be so frustrating to a professor when they don't take a lecture seriously. "No, no, I would imagine not," he replied. "Now, please, let's get back on track here, alright. All of this material will be on the test."

"Are you going to ask on the test how big your penis is, Dr. Flanders?" Pam inquired.

This was also annoying. Students invariably ask what was going to be on the test, as if to suggest that what wasn't going to be on the test wasn't important enough to learn. He usually replied that anything and everything could be on the test, as he didn't want them to ignore parts of his lecture because it wouldn't be on the test.

"Because, if it is," Pam continued, "we should probably get a good measurement."

Well, he wasn't about to let that happen. "No, Pam," he answered, "it will not be on the test," as if he really had to tell her that.

"Of course not," Polly added, "if that was on the test then he would have to let all of the students in the class see his stiffie."

"C'mon, please, let's get back to the subject at hand." He felt he was really losing control of this class. He was certainly losing his erection.

"Professor Flanders," Polly observed, raising her hand like she would normally do during class, "your pointer seems to be drooping a bit. Why don't you bring it over here and I'll see if I can straighten it out," something she most certainly wouldn't normally do during class.

The professor hesitated. He wondered if this was just a trap. But, why would or should he object to having a pretty girl, a cheerleader no less, help him maintain an erection. He strode over to Polly and once he arrived any ambivalence quickly dissipated as the pretty Polly reached out over the front of her desk and began to deftly stroke his cock.

"We certainly can't have the professor lecture with a droopy pointer, can we girls."

"No, Polly," a few of the girls dutifully exclaimed, all of them grinning mightily.

As Polly took matters into her own hands it became evident to the professor that Polly was quite skilled at this. She had clearly done this a few times before.

Like most any cheerleader, Polly was a very pretty girl, with long, straight blonde hair, smooth white skin, a small perky nose, sparkling blue eyes, and very firm round breasts that were hugged so well by her cheerleading sweater. Yes, being stroked by this girl smiling gaily up into his eyes was very pleasurable indeed, and the professor's erection quickly returned. He thought to himself that it would be nice if it was the duty of all coeds to keep their professor's dick stiff and hard as the professors lectured. One could stroll up and down the aisles, each girl taking her turn. It just seemed only right and fair to him, at least at the moment.

He was disappointed when she stopped. He wouldn't mind blasting his load across her desk and onto her breasts, although he realized that if he did that it could perhaps get him into more trouble with the girls.

After Polly let go she suggested, "There you go, Professor Flanders, all better now. In fact, why don't you use it as your pointer."

Professor Flanders rolled his eyes as the girls giggled with enthusiasm at Polly's suggestion.

He had been using a traditional pointer but he dutifully laid it down on his desk and attempted to use his erection instead, pointing it with his hand toward the pictures of found art on the screen.

The girls giggled as the professor pointed here and there with his stiff dick, at times stroking it to maintain its stiffness.

Professor Flanders wondered if by doing all of this he was losing the respect of his students. It was hard to imagine that they would look upon him the same way in future classes after agreeing to provide a lecture with an exposed erection. But, he would at least have the continued respect of the other students in the class and, well, it was better to lose some respect than to lose his job.

But, it became particularly amusing to the girls when he came to another example of Duchamp's found art. "And, here, of course, is Duchamp's 'Fountain.'" 

The girls all burst out laughing. How could they not? Even the professor had to smile at that. Duchamp's Fountain was a male urinal.

Pam joked, "Don't you try to use it, Professor Flanders."

The rest of the lecture continued like this. Jackie even elevated the game by asking, "Professor, could you please check my notes here. I don't think I got that point down correctly."

"Well, why don't you just read back to me what you wrote."

"But, I really want you to look at it yourself. It's like the whole thing, you know."

He knew he had to comply and so he strode over to Jackie, his stiff dick waving and bobbing before him. He stood by her desk to look down at her notes, his hard cock sticking out before him, sticking her in the face as she turned her head. "Professor Flanders!" she complained, "You're poking me in the face with your penis!" The other girls laughed. 

Jackie took hold of it with her hand. "Let me get that out of the way." She then proceeded to fondle and stroke it as he dutifully studied the girl's notes.

"Yes," the professor observed, his voice a bit breathless, "these look fine."

Jackie inquired, "Are you sure? Did you check all of them?" She was smiling up at him, her pretty eyes sparkling as she slid her fist up and down his shaft.

The professor took his time. The notes were actually quite poor, but it wasn't like these girls really had to take notes anymore. "Well, you might want to put down here the names of each found art."

"Oh, well, golly, what were they?" Jackie innocently asked as she softly rubbed her thumb around and around the shiny swollen knob.

"Um, well," the professor replied, having some difficulty articulating his thoughts, "they're on the board...there." He almost turned to point his cock at the blackboard, but he didn't want to pull his dick away from the girl's sweetly circling thumb. He simply waved his left hand at the board.

"Use your pointer," Polly corrected him.

"Yes, ma'am," the professor replied, now speaking to Polly in the manner that Lisa had, providing her with the authority and respect fully due a Head Cheerleader.

Jackie let go of the professor's cock, with some reluctance, but she knew that he needed it to make his point.

"Oh, but professor," Pam joined in, "check mine too, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, yes, of course," the professor replied, and quite happily strode over to stand by Pam's desk. Pam's breasts were outstandingly large, and she was also very pretty. She had lovely brown eyes, long lashes, and long brown hair that swept half way down her back. She was born in Alabama but with parents of French and Puerto Rican descent that gave her face an alluring, exotic appeal. Her nose was a bit large but Mr. Flanders felt that it just made her more uniquely attractive. She reminded him of Kaylynn, a porn star that had always been one of his favorites during his years as a graduate student.

Pam was very open and playful about sex, matching well the personality of Kaylynn. She held up her notes for the professor to see, but also to have a reason to face toward him. In fact, she held the notes up higher than his cock, and slipped her mouth onto the professor's dick as he studied what she had described as her notes.

"Oh goodness," the professor gasped as he felt the young lady's lips engulf his dick. There was really no way these girls could expect him to be able to control himself if they kept this up. What are you supposed to do when a pretty girl has her lips wrapped around your shaft, your knob fully absorbed in her mouth, being treated to a washing by her sweet, soft, wet licking and lapping tongue. The professor's balls had already been churned by Lisa earlier in the day, and now they were being stirred again, perhaps even tortured by the rest of the girls, albeit it was indeed a very wonderful, delicious form of torture.

He tried to keep his eyes focused on the girl's scribbling and doodling, which didn't have much of anything to do with his lecture. In fact, much of the paper was filled with sketches of erect cocks, some of whom were squirting out loads of cum on pretty girls' faces. Pam may not be into art history but she could in fact be a good artist.

He gently pushed his dick in and out of the girl's mouth. He wanted to help Pam with her stimulation of his cock as she couldn't use her hands. They were busy holding up her "notes."

The other girls watched with delight and awe at the sight of Pam tonguing the professor's cock as he slowly slid his dick in and out of her mouth. Everyone was now getting quite excited. Hands were reaching down into or under girls' skirts, thighs were squirming and squeezing in chairs. All of the girls now wanted a taste of the professor's cock.

Lisa though wanted even more. "You know, Professor Flanders," she reminded him, "you promised to give me a few kisses."

He at first did not get her meaning. His mind was fully in the present moment, as well as rather clouded. But he then recalled his earlier agreement to pleasure Lisa's pussy in return for her sucking his cock. Of course, he could argue that the agreement was null and void due to its premature ending, but he definitely didn't want to reopen discussions of any other agreements or understandings.

Polly quickly understood the meaning. "Absolutely, Professor Flanders. It certainly wouldn't be right of you not to return the favor that Lisa provided earlier."

Professor Flanders certaintly didn't mind doing it. He would have enjoyed doing it earlier, and thinking of doing so as Pam continued to lick and lap away at his cock was driving him closer and closer to cumming into this girl's mouth. "Yes, yes, certainly," he gasped, "just a second though."

"No, no, no, professor," Polly warned. "It would be very inappropriate of you, sir, to cum in the mouth of one of the cheerleaders."

She was probably right about that. With considerable reluctance the professor pulled his dick from pretty Pam's sweet, loving mouth.

Pam wasn't especially happy about it. She wouldn't have minded if he came. It looked so tasty and delicious: all shiny and glistening, having been so thoroughly washed and coated by her tongue. She turned her head and gave Polly a brief disapproving glare.

It wasn't that Polly really disapproved of the professor cumming. She just wanted him to sustain his composure long enough for all the girls to have a turn, a taste, if they so wished. She figured that once he came he would probably be done for the day. He was kind of old, after all. Perhaps really not that old, but in Polly's mind he seemed rather old. Mr. Peters did it only once when he disciplined them earlier, whereas most guys with a room full of cheerleaders won't be satisfied with just one ejaculation.

"Okay, professor, why don't you lie down here, on the desk, with your feet hanging over the edge." Polly had gotten up from her desk to clear off the professor's desk at the front of the room.

The professor felt a little awkward, a little vulnerable, lying down across his desk. But, he didn't mind having the girls' smiles and smirks out of eyesight.

The girls again squirmed in their seats, a couple of them openly diddling themselves at the sight of the professor's meaty cock pointing up in the air.

"Excellent," Polly observed, "and now, Lisa, you can sit down on him, right on his face."

The girls did giggle over that, and Lisa even blushed a little. She had not in fact ever done that before. She was considerably more experienced now, subsequent to the session with Mr. Peters, and had certainly had her pussy serviced by a boy, but had not actually sat down on a face. That would be considerably more lewd and obscene than just lying back and spreading her legs while he made oral love to her.

She got up from her desk, kicked her panties off her ankles, and climbed awkwardly onto the desk to position her knees on either side of the professor's head, looking down at him with her blushing innocent face. "Is this okay, Professor Flanders?" She was clearly in charge here, rather than the professor, but for a moment she did feel that she should at least ask him. He was, after all, one of the professors at her college.

The professor looked up and into the girl's pretty green eyes. From this angle he was also getting a rather nice upskirt view of the girl's naked fresh, warm, wet glistening cunnie, which would soon be pressed against his lips. It was more than alright. The professor instinctively licked his lips. "It's perfectly fine, dear. You do what Polly said." The professor even reached up to grasp hold of the girl's narrow hips to help her bring her cunt down to his mouth, to his lips.

As he watched the girlish peach-fuzzed thin slit getting closer and closer he could feel his balls aching with desire, his mouth watering with lust, and as soon as his face was hidden by her skirt he opened his mouth and extended his tongue to joyfully greet the girl's lips upon their arrival.

"Oh, professor," Lisa gasped as soon as she felt the professor's tongue on her cunnie lips. She lowered herself a bit further, essentially crushing her soft, wet cunt against his mouth. And, as he began to lick and lap her pussy, she braced her hands on the desk and began to subtly move her hips, rubbing and grinding her cunt against his tongue, his lips.

The sight of the pretty, petite Lisa, fucking the professor's mouth with her cunt, working her cunt against his lips, was rather striking, to say the least. This was probably the best class demonstration they had ever seen by Professor Flanders, perhaps by any professor at Templeton, and they were most appreciative. Pam had her fingers under her skirt and into her panties, diddling her own clit as she watched Lisa's be diddled by the professor. She surely hoped that each of them, especially herself, would get a turn on the professor's mouth.

The professor wouldn't mind one bit. He was enjoying the feel and taste of the young lady's pussy against his lips and tongue, as well as simply the fact that she was sitting on his face. He felt like a young man once again, enjoying a fine meal of tender cunnie pie, and this one was certainly a very fresh and juicy pastry.

"Julie," Polly suggested, "you haven't had a turn with the professor. Would you like to help him keep his boner?"

Julie smiled gratefully. "For sure!" She had been waiting quite patiently for her turn and she gleefully sprang from her desk to take a position between the professor's legs.

Polly had considered taking her own turn. After all, she was the head cheerleader. She should be first in line, rather than last, but she was also the most mature of the girls, and perhaps then it was only right and fair that she be the most patient. She did, though, watch with some jealousy, and considerable heat within her own loins, at the sight of Julie kneeling down between the professor's legs.

Pam had already sucked on the professor's cock but Julie didn't mind taking sloppy seconds, so to speak. She also intended on being more unique in her approach. She gently took hold of the professor's thick, stiff shaft with her hand, but rather than sucking his knob she placed her lips and tongue against his balls hanging down beneath the towering cock. It was no accident that Julie was the volunteer ball girl for the men's baseball team. She very much enjoyed licking and swallowing a boy's balls and she had never had a real professor's testicles in her mouth before. She started by just caressing and licking them, as well as bouncing them a bit on the tip of her tongue. The professor at first lurched at the touch of the girl's tongue against his nuts. He was a bit ticklish there, although more so toward the back of his balls than the front. In any case, it was a very delightful tickling and tingling, feeling his nuts being licked and lapped by a soft wet tongue as he applied his own tongue to the soft, wet, juicy, squishy cunt of Lisa.

It was also evident that Lisa particularly liked it when he focused on her clit, as she kept working it against his lips. The professor used his lips and tongue to nibble and massage the hard little erect nub. He also slipped his hands beneath the girl's skirt to hold the young lady by her naked buttocks, fondling and squeezing those sweet little perky cheeks as he helped her grind her cunt against his mouth.

"Oh, Professor Flanders!" Lisa gasped. She knew she looked terribly obscene, squatting down on the professor's face, her hips writhing and twisting as she worked her cunt against his mouth, but decorum was not really a concern to her anymore. She knew that, if anything, her cheerleading colleagues would feel jealousy and envy, rather than being appalled or shocked at her lewd and lascivious gyrations.

Julie slipped both of Professor Flanders's balls into her mouth, giving them now a very complete and thorough washing with her tongue, as she also stroked the cock traversing her face and extending above her head. If he came now it would be like a fountain exploding, shooting the cum straight up into the air, then falling back down onto her hair. She wasn't too sure that she would like that. She suspected her friends might tease her about it, getting a cum shampoo. But, she had come to learn that it was a necessary risk when it came to tea-bagging a boy's balls.




Turnabout is Fair Play



The professor was indeed feeling like he was getting fairly close to cumming. It would be so nice, such a wonderful ending to what began as a tremendous day, then turning into one of fear and turmoil, and now being capped by eating a pretty coed's cunt while his balls were sucked and his shaft was stroked. Yes, it would be quite nice to cum now. In his delight and joy he even shifted one hand into the crack of Lisa's butt to gently tickle her anus. It was something that he had only tried once with a girl, and she had not been too happy about it.

"Oh my goodness, Professor Flanders!" Lisa squealed loudly at the feel of the professor's finger against her anus. It wasn't that she was averse to it, but it was such a shock and surprise. One doesn't really expect a professor to tickle your rosebud. She bent forward and ground her cunt even more forcefully against his mouth as she tried to relax her sphincter to let the professor stick his finger up her butt.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Open this door!"

Everybody halted what they were doing and froze. Well, actually, Julie, much like a startled chipmunk, immediately let go of the professor's nuts and peeked up and over his body. Everyone in the room was staring at the door. Everyone but the professor, whose head was still covered by Lisa's skirt, his face still smothered by her cunt. Nobody said a word, perhaps hoping, quite unrealistically, that whomever it was might just go away? Thank goodness Polly had locked the door.

"I know everyone who is in there! This is Mr. Peters. If you do not open this door I will call campus security to open it for me."

The girls glanced in fright at each other, as well as the windows. But, there was no escape. They were on the second floor. They were caught, and they were trapped. Hearts were racing. The excitement of lust was rapidly being replaced by the excitement of panic.

Professor Flanders pushed Lisa off his face as she was trying to get off the desk to retrieve her panties. Polly just stood there, wondering what to do.

"Polly," Mr. Peters said through the door. "I advise you in the most strongest of terms to open this door. It will be much, much worse for you if you do not."

Polly though did wait a bit longer, long enough for Lisa to get her panties on and the professor to get his dick back into his pants.

With a deep sigh of resignation Polly strode to the door. She knew she had no real choice. She unlocked and opened the door to see Mr. Peters standing there, his arms folded, a triumphant but stern look on his face.

Mr. Peters strode past Polly into the room. He tried not to smile at the sight of Lisa straightening her skirt, her hair disheveled and her face flushed with excitement. 

Professor Flanders was using a handkerchief to wipe off his face. "It's pretty warm in here," he mumbled. 

It was not so warm but the air was thick with the smell of sex. Mr. Peters turned back to Polly to say, "Shut the door, young lady."

Polly did as he ordered, wondering what degree of trouble they were now in. But, as she shut the door she realized perhaps none at all. They could deny that anything untoward was going on. It would be their word against Mr. Peters and with Professor Flanders also being in a rather tentative and shaky position she might be able to lie and bluff their way out of this. She was hopeful. All cheerleaders are hopeful for victory, even in the face of an obvious defeat.

Mr. Peters, however, dashed all hope when he strode up to the desk and reached into where the chair is placed to pull out a listening device. He had been listening to and taping the whole thing.

Immediately after Professor Flanders had left his office Mr. Peters had made his way to the classroom to plant the transmitter beneath the desk. He had not become a leading figure in pedagogical discipline for no reason at all. He had anticipated that Polly and the rest of the cheerleaders would try something like this, and had encouraged Professor Flanders to go along with it precisely in order to catch them in the act.

Mr. Peters inquired, "Would you like me to play the recording?"

Polly's heart sank, as did the hearts of the rest of the cheerleaders, as did the heart of Mr. Flanders. He was also quite annoyed with his fellow professor, feeling set up. This is not how professional colleagues treat one another! 

"No, no, that will not be necessary," Polly glumly acknowledged. "What now?"

"Well, I think we were in this position once before, were we not?"

"Yes sir," Polly responded. "Sir, we are so sorry."

"Yes sir!" "We are, sir!" "Oh yes!" The girls all started imploring their remorse with very eager and exuberant sincerity. They were indeed quite sincerely sorry, but more sorry that they got caught, or at least they were sorry over what they had done precisely because they were now in rather big trouble.

Professor Flanders didn't say anything. He now sorely regretted confiding in Mr. Peters. What a big mistake that had been!

Polly did try one gambit, "Sir, you know if you turn us in that Professor Flanders will also get into trouble."

"Well, indeed he should, indeed he should. I will deal with Professor Flanders later." But, he gave the professor a quick wink.

Professor Flanders suppressed any reaction to Mr. Peters' wink, but a feeling of relief and peace swept through him at the realization that perhaps Mr. Peters was in fact on his side. Apparently he had indeed planned to catch them, but perhaps to have something on the girls rather than something on him.

"But, right now," Mr. Peters continued, "my interest and concerns are with respect to you girls. You must realize how terribly disappointed I am in you now. This is essentially the same thing you did with Theodore Newman. Have you not learned your lesson?" It was disappointing to have such an obvious recidivism. This could even be said to be a setback for the New School method of discipline. It would be difficult for Mr. Peters to admit to his failing within a future publication of his work, but as a true scientist he would not hide the fact.

On the other hand, it isn't unusual to have recidivism when a gang is involved. It is well established in juvenile delinquency research that it is far more difficult to maintain rehabilitation if the young man or woman returns to a gang. Of course, a cheerleading squad is not technically a gang, but with respect to the nature of their delinquent behavior the point was valid. Mr. Peters would have to provide a second dose of disciplinary action.

"I think you girls know the drill. Line up in front of the classroom, facing the blackboard."

"Oh, Mr. Peters," Jackie complained, "do we have to?"

"Listen, my form of student discipline is entirely voluntary. You may go now if you wish, but I must warn you that I will then need to turn the matter over to Mr. Harrington and the Student Disciplinary Board."

Jackie momentarily considered leaving. All she did was to give Mr. Flanders a brief hand job. But, she had watched everything else that occurred, and she was part of the conspiracy to blackmail the professor. And, further, if she turned herself in she would also be turning in all of her friends (and co-conspirators). She took a deep breath and strode to the front of the room with the rest of the girls.

The discipline provided to Jackie (see "Jackie learns to balance her studies; The Lessons, Chapter 21") and Julie (see "Mr. Peters and the cell phone") had been somewhat atypical, but watching Polly, Pam, and Lisa get into position it was rather obvious to Jackie and Julie what they were supposed to do. The five girls stood in a row facing the blackboard. They all knew what was coming next but they waited for the instruction.

"Alright then, girls, bend over and hold your hands behind your knees." Mr. Peters would sometimes further instruct that the girl was to keep her legs as straight as possible, but in this position he didn't mind if the knees were bent. Bending the knees can help thrust out the bottom in a most helpful manner with respect to the spanking and a quite pleasing manner with respect to the eyes. It was like the girls were poking their bottoms back as far as possible, wanting someone to do something with them, perhaps anything that the person might imagine, in addition to a spanking.

Mr. Peters proceeded to flip the skirts up and over the back each girl, being careful to get it up far enough on the girl's back to fully expose the pantied bottom. Girls bent over poking their pantied bottoms back is always a wonderful sight, but in this instance it wasn't as spectacular as one might hope. With the exception of Lisa, all of the girls were wearing their cheerleading uniform panties, and the fact that these red panties were always being so well displayed during cheerleading routines diminished their appeal. Mr. Peters and Mr. Flanders were not seeing anything they wouldn't normally see at a ball game, although the girls' pose was certainly much more suggestive than the girls normally provided.

A couple of the girls, though, Pam and Polly in particular, did appear to have a bit of a wet spot. Lisa very clearly did so, as her white cotton panties did little to hide that. The professor double-checked his impression by pulling up the waistband of Polly's panties so that they fit much tighter around her cunnie and bum cheeks, even pulling them up tight enough so that the bottoms of her cheeks slipped out of the panties. This was now a much more pleasing sight, as the panties so tightly wrapped the full pouch of her cunnie mound that a bit of a camel toe now appeared, along with the evident moisture that had managed to seep through. This was something he did not see too often during a cheerleading routine.

"Well, I can see," and he added as he felt between the girl's thighs, "and feel that you were certainly enjoying your little game with the professor, weren't you Polly."

Polly flinched at the first touch of Mr. Peters on her cunnie, but she knew that it was important to maintain her position, to keep her cunnie available to his touch. It was all a bit embarrassing, perhaps even a bit demeaning and humiliating, but it was certainly better than the alternative of being sent before the Student Disciplinary Board. And, they were at least being disciplined in privacy. She would not have been surprised if Mr. Peters had proposed conducting this session in front of the entire class, as a warning to all of the students. Now, that would have been really embarrassing! "Yes sir," she replied softly. Her confident, arrogant tone turned now to a meek submission.

"In fact," Mr. Peters further suggested, "let's just get you girls out of those uniforms."

Various girls exclaimed, "What?!" "Hey!" "Nooooo!" "Do we have to?"

"Well, I do feel that they are just getting in the way. Don't you think so, Professor Flanders?"

Professor Flanders just nodded, albeit eagerly so.

"Yes, disrobing will be really very helpful."

The girls knew that he was right, or at least recognized they didn't have a lot of choice (other than being sent to Mr. Harrington). Polly stood back up straight, sighed deeply, and began to pull her sweater over her head.

"This just doesn't seem fair," Jackie continued to argue.

Mr. Peters though retorted, "And, it was fair to have Professor Flanders lecture on the history of art with an erection sticking out of his pants?"

That did seem to be a good point. It was most definitely fun but not particularly fair. All of the girls began to slowly, reluctantly remove their clothes.

"Yes, yes," Mr. Peters said approvingly, "There is something quite appealing about a cheerleading uniform. But, perhaps its even more endearing to watch them being removed."

That was most definitely true but the girls didn't appreciate the public acknowledgment of how fun it was for the two professors to watch them undress. They could at least pretend that it was truly and solely a punishment rather than so clearly ogling them. Mr. Peters was getting harder and harder within his trousers, and he made no effort to hide the fact. The girls glanced at the evident bulge as they undid their skirts and laid down their sweaters behind them, just below the blackboard.

"You can keep on your shoes and socks. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." That was certainly magnanimous of Mr. Peters, although perhaps the girls weren't fully appreciative of his thoughtful consideration.

Jackie, Polly, and Julie were wearing sports brassieres, which were not really that appealing to Mr. Peters. But, it didn't really matter as these were to be removed as well, joining the braless Pam and Lisa. Mr. Peters was impressed that Pam was not wearing a brassiere. Lisa didn't really need to, as her titties were on the small size, but Pam's were really quite full and prominent. Mr. Peters wondered if she wore a brassiere when she did cheers. She really must wear a bra then, mustn't she?

"The panties as well," he reminded them, as Julie and Polly hesitated. Mr. Peters brought his hand to the erection bulging out his trousers as the girls leaned forward, their breasts wobbling before them, and then reaching back to pull down their panties. 

They naturally tried to hide their nakedness with their hands as the panties fell to their ankles, one hand covering the breasts, the other their cunnies. Mr. Peters did not at first object to the modesty. It only made them all the more titillating and endearing, as the effort further magnified the appearance of their discomfort with their nakedness and their eventual embarrassment at what they would eventually have to reveal. The feelings of shame and embarrassment were really quite central to the New School method of student discipline (see "Disciplining young ladies").

"Should I keep my panties around my ankles?" Lisa demurely inquired. It was a very good question, as Mr. Peters would normally have the girls keep their panties around their knees or around their ankles as he provided a spanking. But, this time he had a somewhat different plan.

"No, no, you can place them with the rest of your clothes," he generously offered.

"Thank you, sir," Lisa politely responded. However, removing the panties from one's ankles and placing them on the rest of the clothes did require removing a hand from one's body, thereby exposing an intimate part of oneself to the two professors, at least temporarily.

For the girls it was a rather difficult decision. Perhaps the most natural choice would be the continued protection of one's cunnie, but one could possibly continue to keep that fairly well hidden, at least partially so, by bending over, keeping the thighs tightly closed, and turning one leg inward. Polly, Jackie, and Julie opted for that route. Lisa, not having much titties to hide, kept her hand on her cunnie.

The eyes of Mr. Peters and Mr. Flanders grew larger as they feasted on the sight of Lisa's soft white perky little titties. They weren't large, but their diminutiveness made them all the more charming, particularly on her equally petite frame.

Pam took an even different route. She removed her hands from both her cunnie and her breasts and smiled boldly at Mr. Peters, even hesitating a bit before she bent over so that he could get a real good look at her body. Pam had always been the most impulsive, and perhaps even licentious cheerleader. It was clear that she didn't seem to mind at all exposing her body to the two older men. In fact, she seemed to be clearly enjoying it.

Mr. Peters smiled back and gave his dick a squeeze.

Pam stepped out of her panties, turned her back, and bent all the way over to pick them up, giving the men an even more provocative view of her upraised bottom, the soft white pouch of her cunnie peering out from between her lily white thighs, and even a glimpse at her puckered little rose bud peeking out from deep down in the crack of her taut white bum. She even waved it back and forth a bit, as if taunting the older men. Yes, this girl was quite naughty indeed and should most definitely receive a spanking.

Once their panties were carefully and neatly placed on their sweaters the girls turned around to again stand demurely before the two professors, doing their best to cover their bodies with their two hands, trying to protect their modesty (with the exception of Pam, who simply clasped her hands behind her bottom and smiled broadly at the men, thrusting out her rather deliciously prominent breasts, her nipples standing tall and proud).

The girls awaited further instruction from Mr. Peters, probably to turn back around and present their bottoms for a spanking. But, he apparently had another idea.

"You know what would be good right now?" Mr. Peters asked the girls and Professor Flanders.

"Um, no, no what?" Mr. Flanders answered, not appreciating that it was a rhetorical question, although he did in fact have quite a few ideas for what would be good right now.

"How about a little cheer, girls?" Mr. Peters suggested. "I mean, what would be more appropriate for a group of cheerleaders to provide than a nice rousing school cheer!"

Polly rolled her eyes. Julie's jaw dropped. Lisa blushed. Pam grinned broadly.

"Yes, yes, an excellent idea," Mr. Flanders agreed.

"I tell you what," Mr. Peters offered, "I will go a bit easier on your punishment if you give us a really enthusiastic cheer. What do you think of that?"

A cheer would seem considerably less aversive than any spanking. But, it really wasn't much of a deal, as they had no idea how severe the punishment was going to be in the first place. They could only trust Mr. Peters' honesty that he would in fact reduce the punishment, whatever its nature would have been. In addition, a cheer while naked would be rather embarrassing, if not humiliating. But, Polly also recognized that if they now declined to provide a cheer, the punishment could also be more aversive than it originally would have been. She stepped away from the blackboard to assume her head cheerleading position in front of the other girls.

Mr. Peters and Mr. Flanders smiled with approval, and appreciation. Their eyes alternated between those lovely full white round breasts, wiggling so wonderfully now that they were bereft of any support, and her equally white soft pussy mound. Polly, like Lisa, was well shaved, albeit not entirely so. She did have this nice little landing strip that seemed to direct the eyes to the delightfully enticing cleft.

"Okay!" Polly loudly exclaimed, trying to sound enthusiastic. She thrust one arm out straight, her fist clenched, the other arm bent with her fist against her chest. She stamped the floor, her boobs wildly wiggling, as she announced, "The Puritan Cheer! Ready girls?!"

The other four girls dutifully formed a row behind her. Julie did so keeping her hands covering her breasts and cunnie. Lisa and Jackie removed their hands. They would have to use their hands in the cheer so continuing to hide their bodies only delayed the inevitable. Julie, however, wanted to delay it as long as possible.

The two professor's openly grinned at the sight. It was a nice display of feminine pulchritude: five very pretty girls standing before them, backs straight (with the exception of Julie), breasts thrusting out, pussies all on display.

And, there was such considerable variety. Why there would be such variation in the shapes of cunnies Mr. Flanders didn't really know. It wasn't like he was a biology professor. Professor Flanders wondered if he could, or should, ask Professor Gould about this, the senior biology professor. There might be some sort of evolutionary value in varying the appearance of ladies' cunts.

In any case, Pam appeared to have the fullest, thickest lips. The folds and flaps of the inner and outer lips were readily apparent. Not surprisingly, Lisa had the most innocent looking one; it was just a very delicate little slit cutting across her cute little white pouch. Polly's was also just a slit, but she had a fuller, thicker mound than Lisa. Jackie's was somewhere in between. Hers was dusted with a thin auburn fleece, and traversed by the most feminine slit that was pulled slightly apart by two wavy skirts of flesh that emerged so subtly from the crevice. Jackie's pussy did at least refute Professor Flanders's suspicion that it was a requirement of cheerleaders to shave their cunnies. 




Turnabout is Fair Play



Pamela Bradley had lost confidence in herself. Not that it was her fault. She had forgotten what made her who she was and had allowed a lousy marriage to adversely affect her opinion of herself.

Her husband Jack had married her right out of high school. She was a "trophy wife" to him. Pamela knew that now. She was smart and had already planned out her college and career paths. Jack just planned to ride her coat-tails.

He had in fact, over six years of college and ten years of her career as a high school teacher at the prestigious Werthing Academy, not held a full time job.

Jack allegedly worked as a "handy man", or as his business card read "THE Jack of all trades." 

Pamela had noticed that, though he seemed to work regularly oftentimes nights and week-ends, he had very little money to add to the family income.

Pamela let it go. She was well respected at her job and it paid well. She had been smart enough to keep a separate bank account to ensure that all of her savings didn't just disappear to god knows where.

Pamela had always been a large woman but she was never insecure about it. She had been fortunate to have been blessed with good genes that graced her with smooth, blemish free skin. Despite her weight she was also graced with a proportionate, curvy body. She was never displeased by what she saw in the mirror.

Now at age 35 she wasn't as secure.

Her husband had never treated her well but over the past three years had become downright mean.

Every chance he had he would insult her about how she looked, how she dressed, or how ignorant she was about things in general.

Sex, which had been granted sparingly at best and usually when he was drunk, had completely dried up.

Now Pamela wasn't sure she liked what she saw in the mirror. Maybe Jack was right and she wasn't a trophy for anyone.

Six months ago she had come home from school early due to a power outage that had closed the school.

When she arrived home she expected to find Jack passed out on the sofa with three or four empty beer cans strewn on the coffee table or on the rug next to the couch. Instead the house was quiet.

Pamela planned to go to the local Wegman's and get groceries rather than waiting for the weekend. She wanted Jack to know where she was going.

She looked out back and noticed that the tool shed door was slightly opened. She figured Jack might be in the shed.

"Hopefully working on a paying project." She thought ruefully.

She proceeded outside and approached the shed door.

Pamela heard his voice loud and clear from outside the shed and there was no doubt in her mind as to what was happening.

"Oh yeah, baby." The sexually charged voice quivered. "I love your fucking mouth. Suck it baby. Daddy's got a nice hot load for you."

Pamela threw open the door to the shed.

Jack had apparently just started to cum and in his shock and surprise, pulled away from the woman kneeling in front of him. He tried to turn away. His first blast of spunk hit the woman square in the face. The second sprayed onto her shoulder and began to cascade down her back. His remaining spurts erupted between his fingers which were now frantically trying to cover his exposed, rapidly deflating cock.

Droplets of semen fell to the shed floor from his hands as he looked sheepishly at his wife. The kneeling woman didn't even have a chance to speak. Pam had simply closed the door and the marriage was over.

Pamela went through some hard times during the six months since her marriage ended. Initially she blamed herself. She blamed the woman she saw in the mirror.

Pamela confided regularly in Carla Browning, her best friend from the school. 

They sat in Pamela's living room rehashing the story for what seemed, to Carla, the millionth time.

Today though things would be different. Carla had plans and she felt that Pamela might finally be ready.

"What kind of man wants someone like me?" She said to Carla. "No wonder Jack went looking elsewhere."

Carla immediately changed tactics. Instead of being the supportive, soft shouldered friend she yelled at Pamela to soften her up.

"Snap out of it!" Carla trembled in anger as she spoke. "Jack was a fucking asshole! You have it all. You're the total package. Any self-respecting guy would give his eye-teeth to have someone like you and here you are blaming yourself and pitying yourself because some fucking lunatic gave up the best thing he ever had. You make me so angry sometimes!"

Pamela was dumbfounded. Carla never got angry and always sympathized with her.

"I... I'm s-sorry." Pamela stammered. "I d-didn't want to upset y-you."

"You're not upsetting me Pam." Carla tried to keep her emotions in check and talk in a calmer voice. "It just pisses me off every time I hear you talk bad about yourself. It's like you think nobody would want to be near you, or touch you, or look at your absolutely marvelous body."

Pamela was shocked to hear Carla talking to her like she was. Carla was a happily married mother of four children and yet it sounded like she was coming on to her.

Pamela wasn't sure at all how she felt about that.

Carla didn't give her the chance to think about it at all.

"Do you think you're the only person who has ever had doubts?" Carla asked softly. "How do you think I felt when Bob cheated on me for the first time?"

Pamela's mouth fell open in shock.

"Bob cheated on you?" Pamela asked in total disbelief. 

"But you're still married. You've never said anything. What did you do?" Pamela rattled off question after question never changing that surprised tone.

"I felt turn about was fair play." Carla winked at Pamela as she stood up and walked to her purse.

"I thought it was me too, initially, but I soon realized that it was him." Carla's voice was changing to a lustful tenor as the small plastic tube in her hand began buzzing pleasantly. "Now I realize what I want and I go for it when I can."

Carla walked back to Pamela and knelt before her. Pamela was too stunned to say or do anything.

Carla placed the small vibrator tip against Pamela's knee. She smiled when she felt Pamela jump.

"Now it's your choice." Carla cooed at Pamela softly. "You can either sit there feeling sorry for yourself, thinking you have nothing to offer to anybody, or you can start to enjoy yourself and begin living again."

The vibrator in Carla's hand inched its way northward along Pamela's thigh until it slipped under the hem of Pamela's skirt.

"You can stop me if you want." Carla smirked knowing that Pamela had passed that chance moments after the vibrator had touched her knee.

Pamela just stared lustfully into Carla's eyes and spread her legs.

"Take this." Carla told Pamela as she handed her the vibrator. "I'll make you more comfortable."

Pamela took the vibrator from Carla's hand and began stroking it back and forth along the inside of her thigh. In the meantime Carla grasped the band of Pamela's panties with both hands and yanked them away from Pamela's drenched labia and clenching ass. 

"Now you take my little friend and see what magic it can do." Carla's lust filled voice added to Pamela's excitement. "I want to watch you cum. I've wanted to watch you cum for so long!"

Pamela did not need any prompting. She immediately drove the little vibrator deep into her already convulsing love canal.

She let out a scream of relief as her first orgasm in years wracked her body causing her to spew what seemed like gallons of juice from her stocked to overflowing pussy.

As for Carla? She couldn't help herself but to dive in to lap up as much as she could, and for the record, she could lapped up quite a bit!

Later as Pamela and Carla lay in Pamela's bed, Carla spooning Pamela as she slowly rocked the 10-inch strap-on in and out of her, they had a chance to talk about Pamela's future.

Carla whispered into Pamela's ear just as another orgasm was about to strike.

"And wait til I tell you what Austin has planned for you."

(To Be Continued...)



Turnabout Is Foreplay



DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the result of my imagination or are used within a fictitious context. Any resemblance to actual people, alive or deceased, places, or incidents is entirely coincidental.

WARNING: This story contains graphic descriptions of male-male sexual relations and acts. You must be of 18 years of age or older to continue. If you are offended by the material suggested herein, DO NOT read any further. You have been warned.

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Author's Note: Sorry for the wait. Cliff-hangers belong in the Rockies, not in literature.

Also, if you've just stumbled across this story, I suggest you check out "Shower Head" first before reading "Turnabout is Foreplay".

Cheers!

~M

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--Oh, how the tables have turned.--

This new power I had over billionaire Maxwell James Becker IV was enough to make up for him firing me only hours before.

Though he was responsible for a lot of things that had happened to me recently, he ruined me for cotton long ago when he possessed me in the ebony silk of his own bed: I'd gone out not even a week later to buy a luxurious wine-red silk bedspread for myself. With matching sheets that had fully been kicked away to reveal our naked entwined bodies. The soft, white light of the full Spring moon spilling through the sliding glass door of my backyard balcony sharply etched our figures against the silk sheets.

Hearing him hiss in pleasure behind me gave me the kind of hot, sexual thrill a man might only get seeing some seriously sexy ass after being marooned on a deserted island for half a dozen years. I ground myself further into his stiffening length, grinning evilly as I watched expressions of pure erotic bliss crash like waves on the golden sandy shore of his face.

Still, despite how incredibly aroused I was, and how obviously aroused he was, the muscles in my neck were beginning to cramp from the awkward position I was in. I tried shifting away from his lower body, which only made him tighten his grip around me. He began involuntarily thrusting his cock between my naked ass cheeks. Shifting again, I firmly held myself away from his stiff member. Stubbornly, he glared at me.

"You try to fuck me now," I grinned, playing on his earlier words. "But I'll have you *begging* me to fuck *you* later." He looked me up and down, then grinned insouciantly. His huskily whispered reply stunned me, and sent chills down my spine at the same time. 

"Try me."

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It almost hurt to think Becker didn't believe I could have him—on his knees or not—begging to be fucked. But he'd overpowered me in the elevator, his penthouse, the bathroom, and even my own shower; he stood a *snowball's* chance in hell of owning me in my own bed.

'Forcefully', I decided, was not the way to go with Becker. If *taking* was his strategy, *withholding* would be mine.

Prying my body from his vice-like grip was easier said than done. Yet, given that he was beginning to cut off both my air and my circulation, I had to move or succumb to asphyxiation. You mean *erotic* asphyxiation, a little voice in my head snickered.

Once I'd managed to twist myself around in his arms so we were both facing each other, I ground my hard-on into his, only with less force than I'd used before. I pressed our lips together and my tongue gently probed his waiting mouth. One of my hands snaked between our heated bodies and encircled Becker's cock, pumping gently as he finally rose to full hardness. The other fisted itself into his wavy dark brown hair and firmly held him motionless as my tongue caressed his lightly. His crystalline emerald eyes sparkled as his grip tightened around my body.

Breaking the kiss, I hooked my feet around his calves and, digging my fingers into his biceps, somehow managed to twist our bodies so I was straddling two-hundred-plus-pounds of massive Becker muscle.

--And at least nine-and-a-half inches of steel-hard Becker cock.--

I kissed him softly, our tongues slipping delicately while his fingernails gouged angry crimson lines across my shoulder blades. A sudden, silver glint in the moonlight caught my eye, and I turned my gaze to study it. I'd forgotten about the capital 'M' pendant around Becker's neck, and how I'd missed it before still had me puzzled.

--If not "M" for "Maxwell", then what...?--

Becker's growl brought me back to reality, and I forgot about the 'M' pendant again. I'd more important things to attend to, like my hand still wrapped firmly around his cock.

Removing my hand from around his immense manhood, I eased myself to straddle Becker, lowering my upper body to his. Rubbing my body along his made every inch of us that connected spark an erotic heat.

I ground myself in a circular motion against his straining member. His eyes rolled backwards into his head, and he gave such a guttural groan of pleasure that I nearly spilled my load hearing it. Inhaling his maddening scent deeply, I shifted my lower body so my slim form nudged its way between Becker's thick muscled legs; our cocks aligned perfectly. I began to thrust gently, our pulsating members burning together between our sweat slicked bodies.

Becker gasped sharply as my lips closed on his jugular, sucking gently. I licked and nibbled at his throat while the fingers of my right hand lightly traced the pulsating veins in his biceps. Both our cocks slick with pre-cum, I reached down with my left to grip Becker's hardness, gently massaging the pre-cum along his solid length with a few fingers. Making an 'o' shape with my index and my thumb, I encircled his cock and pumped up and down; mimicking the firm squeeze of lips around his thickness was as entertaining as watching many different expressions cross his face.

Both my hands had adjusted themselves to keep Becker's thrusting hips pinned firmly to the mattress of my bed. Planting light kisses along his collarbone, I traced my way down the smooth expanse of his hairless chest, pausing to suck each of his nipples to tiny peaks. I flicked my eyes towards Becker's face; biting his lip nearly hard enough to break the skin, his eyes lit up with fiery pleasure. Making my way down to his navel, I dipped my tongue into his bellybutton, sucking gently as I felt the stiff head of his erect penis brush the underside of my throat. 

Feeling Becker's hands tangle in my sandy brown hair told me how badly he wanted my mouth around his cock, louder than his words could. I let him guide my head lower along his waist until I came face-to-face with his impossibly large, swollen cock. I was so close to this monster I could lick its weeping tip, which I did. He must've really liked that; his fingers tightened their hold in my hair.

Becker moaned loudly as my lips enveloped the head of his engorged member, and I boldly sucked a clutching vacuum around half of his length. Keeping one hand splayed across his stomach to still his desperate thrusts for release as my tongue traced the vein along his quivering length; the other hand reached for his balls and lightly ticked the underside of his sack.

I began to bob my head up and down along his thick staff, gently caressing his balls with one hand while stroking his hardened member with the other. I even managed to deep-throat his cock, taking it almost all the way to the hilt in my mouth. Becker hissed in pleasure as my throat muscles clenched around his stiffness. His grip tightened in my hair as he began to firmly rock in and out of my mouth.

Remembering Becker's earlier blowjob in the shower, I stilled my strokes for a moment. Snaking my index finger around the head of his cock, I generously coated it with my saliva as I swallowed both my finger and the head of Becker's cock together. He hissed in pleasure, which only made me suck harder. Once I'd soaked my finger, I sneaked my hand between his powerfully muscled thighs and wiggled it firmly into his asshole.

Becker stiffened immediately. His muscles clenched around my finger almost as tightly as my lips closed around his thick manhood. Gently stroking his insides with my finger, I took his entire length all the way inside my mouth as I prodded in search of that one spot deep inside him that made all men quiver in ecstasy. My hand never stopped pumping and Becker never stopped moaning.

Delving deeper into the depths of his ass, his suddenly tightening grip on the back of my head told me I'd hit something *very* sensitive. My finger brushed something deep within him and his balls tightening in my other hand signalled he was ready to spill. All at once, I took his cock as far as I could in my mouth while I pressed my finger to his prostate.

"*Alex*!"

Crying out my name—actually crying out my *name*—Becker came powerfully, the force of his spurting load hitting the back of my throat. I greedily swallowed every last drop of his thick salty cum as he shot his cream down my throat. A drop escaped my lips, and I captured it with my tongue.

Rising up to meet him, our tongues danced lazily as his cock slowly softened in my hand. Becker reclined in my pillows lazily.

"You still haven't made me beg," he smirked proudly at me.

"I made you come with my finger up your ass. What does that tell you?" I smirked back. 

He scowled.

Wrapping myself around his body once more, I half-expected him not to budge: for someone my size, trying to move Maxwell Becker was like trying to scoop up water with a sieve—it just couldn't be done. Still, I somehow managed to wrestle and flip his body under mine, so his torso was pressed flush against the mattress as I straddled his backside.

Leaning over, I nipped at his throat as I reached for a pillow. He tilted his head, revealing his finely tanned skin to my teeth and tongue, groaning loudly as I licked and bit the tender flesh. Adjusting our bodies so I could slip the pillow under his muscled hips, he shifted his own mass to make room, leaving me warily questioning his easy complaisance. I quickly cast the suspicion away when I noticed--Christ, can't the man go *one* minute?!--his impossibly large cock becoming even larger. I looked to his face and was met by lust-glazed eyes.

"I-I'm sorry," I stammered sheepishly. "I don't have any KY—"

"Forget it," he muttered. "I'm ready. Fuck me." 

I looked at him surprised. He nodded, his eyes flicking to my bedside table. Swallowing hard, I reached over into the small drawer and pulled out a silver foil packet. Magnum, the bold blue lettering advertised. Tearing it open with my teeth, I unravelled the lube-slicked condom over my inflated manhood.

When I was ready, Becker ground his ass further towards my raging hard-on. Taking his motions as a sign he was ready, I positioned myself at his rear entrance, slowly pushing forward until the head of my cock was fully inside Becker's ass.

Pausing for a minute to let his muscles adjust to the intrusion, Becker soon pushed back against me, encouraging me to continue. I did, air whistling sharply through my teeth as the sensation of slowly entering his tight asshole wracked my body with pleasure.

"Go on, Alex. I trust you."

I let out a paced breath as I steadily withdrew from his body, leaving the head of my cock just barely within his tightness. Becker moaned as I went, gasping as I paused, and held a breath as I pushed slowly back in.

Which wasn't fast enough for him, as he roughly pushed his ass against my cock, taking my hardness deeper inside him. I groaned at the sudden rush of heat as I entered him again fully, the lube of the condom taking me in further than I thought possible. I decided I must have struck his prostate as Becker let out several short gasps, his ass muscles clenching me and I almost came from the sensation right there.

"Harder. *Fuck* me, Michaels. Fuck. Me."

I was more than happy to oblige. Gripping his muscled hips, I began gradually pumping my thickness into his ass. I worked in and out of his tightness faster and faster. Reaching around to grip his cock with a free hand, I stroked him quickly to match my own pace as I fucked my boss. Ex-boss, I amended silently. 

Pulling out of him once to flip him on his back, and entering his slick hole to ride him face-to-face, I revelled in his expression of utter pleasure as I struck his prostate with every other thrust. After thrusting into him like that for at least ten minutes, I pulled out again only to re-enter him from behind and violently piston in and out of his tight ass.

We came together, him shouting my name and me shouting his. Our mouths claiming one another's as we rode a tidal wave of pleasure until it slowly ebbed away. I collapsed onto his back, breathing heavily as I listened to his heartbeat match my own. I pulled myself from his warmth with a soft, popping noise and collapsed on my bed. Peeling off the condom, I tossed it into the garbage bin next to my bedside table as Becker rolled onto his back beside me.

After a brief moment of silence, we both turned to meet each other's gaze at the same time. My eyes told him I'd never felt more alive than I did tonight. His promised more of that feeling, only... 

"I hope you have more of those," Becker rasped, nodding towards the disposed condom.

I looked at him in confusion, though I should have expected what came next. He swiftly flipped the two of us over—exchanging roles, he now straddled my body as I had his earlier. 

"'Cause now it's my turn."

Reaching to his neck, Becker lifted the silver chain of his necklace over his head. He pulled my body towards his in a claiming kiss, looping the chain over my head as he pulled away. The silver 'M' pendant swung between the moonlight and the shadows of my body, glinting as it hit the soft rays.

"Bought it for you. Ages ago. 'M' for 'Michaels'. Or 'Mine'. *Whatever*." He managed, stealing my lips with his.

"I think—the two—are synonymous," I agreed between kisses.

"And by the way" he added, "When I said if you're lucky, you'll still be able to walk in the morning—" he stole my lips in a hungry kiss and ground his once-again raging hard-on into mine.

"I lied."

* * * * *

Becker's lies got him out of quite a few problems that night. I found out he'd lied about firing me; he'd never filled out any official paperwork terminating my job. I still had one at Becker Advertising, if I wanted it. I still refused it, but he wasn't as disappointed when I told him I kept my professional and personal lives separate.

He'd even gone so far as calling in a last-minute favour to somebody, asking them to run Becker Advertising for the next week or so while he had "other matters of personal business to attend to", which, of course, was somewhat of a lie. Though whoever Becker felt secure in surrendering complete control over his company to must've been somebody he could trust his life to as well.

Anyways, he did make good on his earlier promise; Becker relinquished his black 2007 BMW Alpina Roadster V8 to me the next morning, admitting he *had* promised it to me if I let him fuck me. Matter of fact, he then vowed to fuck me *thoroughly*—and that man doesn't make promises lightly. Becker only took the entire next week off just so he could spend seven days taking me in every possible position: on my back, on my hands and knees, in the shower, over the kitchen counter... and, like he'd said, after he'd taken me in every room of my house—*twice*—I couldn't walk in the morning.

Or the morning after that. Which was, just—

--Fucking perfect.--



Turnabout is More than Fair Play



What's good for the goose is good for the gander! That's what they always say. This is a story about an erotic couple who leave no holds barred! I hope you enjoy!

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Christy and Dusty have a very energetic sex life. Christy is a true cum addict so she "Needs it" everyday. Dusty is just one happy man! Even after years of being together, the heat is only getting started! Seems that almost every day there is a new episode! 

Dusty was in the shower Sunday afternoon when thoughts of Christy kept flooding his erotic mind. His cock was far too hard to ignore so he grabbed a handful of hair conditioner and turned to face the wall.

He started with lathering up his 8 inch cock with the conditioner and began slow stroking ass his ass pumped. Thinking of Christy, his hunger was so intense that he knew it wouldn't take long. 

Christy was in her lower 40's, built like the proverbial "Brick Shit House". She sported long red hair and breasts that any 20 year old would die to possess! Capped with beautiful puffy full aureoles, and eternally hard nipples, her chest was often times ogled by men and women alike. With full flaring hips and a big fully rounded ass, Christy was a sex machine!

Dusty was mid stroke when he heard Christy's voice say, "Can I help?" from the door. He said, "Of course you can, silly! What do you think I was thinking of?" 

Christy slid the shower door open enough to stick her head in and watch Dusty as he stroked himself. Christy loved to watch Dusty masturbate but being the cum slut she was, she hated to see it wasted! She needed that cum! She got wet thinking of the taste of his cum! Dusty's orgasm was there! His cock grew thicker and harder, breathing roughly, veins in his neck expanding. Christy knew the signs and placed her open mouth low enough in the shower door for him to cum in her mouth. 

She said, "Give it to me baby! Cum on my tongue!" That was all Dusty needed to hear! He groaned and shot his full load in her mouth! Christy moaned in appreciation and savored his sweet tasting cum, rolling it around in her mouth. She opened her mouth to show Dusty his cum load in her mouth and then swallowed it all. She smiled and kissed Dusty, saying she loved him. She just left him to finish his shower and walked back out into the house.

This was happening a lot lately, Dusty thought. She missed no opportunity to eat his cum it seemed! Even if he wanted privacy, which he did not, she was there to catch his cum every time. Even once in a public restroom! 

After an evening of loving, Dusty and Christy were lying in bed talking, her head on his shoulder, curled up to him as she always did. Christy had often kissed Dusty after swallowing a mouthful of his cum. He could always taste himself in her mouth. Actually it turned Dusty on but he wouldn't say so. Christy knew this. This particular evening changed that. 

Christy looking into Dusty's sleepy eyes, said, "Baby, do you like it when I kiss you after you cum in my mouth? Dusty hesitated because he knew where this was going but it turned him on to no end! He said, "Hell yes, Christy!" but I secretly have wished you saved me a little!" The way he said it was a little sheepish and subtle. Christy knew this was because Dusty was very Masculine and didn't want her to think he was a sick bastard. 

Christy said, "Honey! I love that! I have wanted to share it with you so many times but never did because I didn't want you to be uncomfortable. This is wonderful!" She was smiling so big the corners of her mouth hurt! She then decided to push a little harder in that same direction as long as "the door was open." She said, "OK then while we're at it, when I suck you off sometimes when I finger your ass like I do, you moan a lot and cum really fast. Is this because you like it? Would you like me to use a toy on you there?

"Where the hell is all this coming from Christy?" Dusty said louder.

"It's just that, I want you to get what you want baby! Do you like it, do you want it?"

"You been reading them stories on the internet again, haven't you?"

Christy said, "Yes I have! I love erotica and porn, you know that! I read a story about a couple who made a deal that if she swallowed cum, he would have to and if she let him fuck her ass, he would have to let her do the same to him. I came so hard reading this Dusty! I wanted you in me right there but you were at work so I got myself off."

Dusty said, "Baby I love it when you lick my ass, finger me and stuff and honestly I would love you to use a toy on me as long as it's not too thick! I won't ask you to do anything for me that I wouldn't do for you! You understand? I ain't gay either!  

Christy smiled and just listened to him ramble on mostly about her and how much he loved her. He always did that. It seemed like Dusty could never find just the right sentence to make her understand the depth of his love for her. That was pretty much the end of the conversation. She just kissed him and told him she loved him.

The next morning, Christy was up early and snuck quietly out of the bed to go pee and make coffee. It was a work day and she knew Dusty would be grumpy if he got up and there was no coffee. 

Once done, still nude, she gently crawled in between Dusty's legs on the bed. She pulled the covers back and gently sucked his swollen cock into her mouth. His breathing changed and she knew he was waking. He moaned and opened his eyes and looked at her beautiful face against his pubic bone swallowing every inch of him. She just stayed there, licking him in her mouth until she needed a breath and came back up. She said, "Good Morning, my love!"

Dusty said, "yes it is!" She continued until he was leaking precum really bad and she knew he was about to flood her mouth. Dusty's balls were drawn up against him and she felt the head of his cock swelling in her throat. He came a lot! She swallowed the first couple of spurts but there were 3 more that she collected in her hungry mouth. She kept sucking him until he completely shrank in her mouth.

She didn't swallow that last little bit. She savored it and enjoyed it in her mouth. Christy really didn't want to give it up but she crawled up to Dusty's face and kissed him. He moaned and opened his mouth even more as she kissed him. There was still a lot of his sweet cum in her mouth that drained into his. Playfully, they swapped it back and forth in the kiss until Dusty swallowed it all. He loved her so much!

Dusty thought, "If I hadn't met Christy, where in the world would I have found a woman who understood and enjoyed my kinks? Where? God am I lucky, gifted, or what?



Turnabout is VERY Fair Play!



Author's Note: This is a continuation to my story entitled "Complete Surrender = Complete Bliss." While this story can stand on its own merits, I believe your enjoyment of it will benefit from the context of the original. 

***** 

Thank god it had been a busy summer or Liam would likely have thought of nothing else but the upcoming weekend. 

Early on in July Liz had granted him a very long-standing birthday wish and had completely surrendered herself to him for the weekend - and he had taken FULL advantage. The one caveat she placed on the deal though, was that she would get her turn as the one in charge, whenever they had another weekend free and to themselves. 

And this was just that weekend. 

It was early Friday morning and their only child, Emma, was busily readying herself to be picked up to enjoy a weekend at a friend's cottage with her entire hockey team. This, along with the fact that there were no BBQ's or parties or birthdays booked for the weekend, meant that Liz and Liam were free to do whatever they wished..or more correctly put..whatever Liz wished. 

The small family was putting the final touches on Emma's preparations: "Sleeping bag? Check!; Your share of food? Check! Toiletries? Check! Clothes? Check! Bathing Suit and Towel? Check!" 

She was ready and finished her breakfast just as the Elliott's arrived. Hugs and kisses all around and waves as their beautiful daughter headed out for a weekend of fun. As the happy group drove away, Liam wondered what was to come next. Would Liz begin their weekend right away? He looked her way expectantly but she showed no outward sign that anything was different. As they were both dressed and ready for work, it was only mildly surprising to Liam when Liz grabbed her things and kissed Liam on the cheek, wished him a good day, said "See you tonight!", hopped into her car and drove off to work. 

Confused, Liam did the same, wondering if Liz even remembered what "this weekend" was? They hadn't really talked about it much over the weeks since he was in charge. These thoughts were swirling around in his head when he walked into his office and just as he was settling in for another day, his phone pinged with a text message - it was from Liz. 

"I need you to be done at the office and ready to leave work today no later than 11:45." 

"Hmm...I don't know... I have a pretty full day..don't know if I can do that?" 

"That's odd..I don't think I phrased that as a request..did it come through that way?" 

It was on! 

"Apologies..I'll make it happen." 

"I'll be in touch later." 

With his instructions received, Liam set about to free his afternoon. He rescheduled a couple of meetings, re-prioritized a couple of other things and outright canceled whatever was left. He did the most important things and was just finishing up when another text from Liz came through. 

"Leave now...get something to eat...be in your car by 12:15." 

"You got it." 

He packed up, made up a couple of barely passable reasons for his absence in the afternoon and headed off to the local food court for a quick bite. He was just getting into his car when the next salvo of text messages started. 

"You in your car?" 

"Yes" 

"Start it up and tell me what the first location saved in the GPS is" 

Confused, Liam started up his car, activated the GPS and looked in the favorites folder. He knew they had a couple of locations saved in there for Liz who was brutal with directions, so he was surprised to find a new location saved - he texted it to her. 

"It says "GMO+MS+" whatever that means?" 

"Good..you are in your car..I like it that you are following instructions. I want you to choose that location and go there..Once you arrive just go in..I have given Jaime there instructions for what I want. Go now. I'll see you at home when you are done." 

Liam launched the app and followed the directions that the GPS spit out. It looked like where he was going was only a few minutes from his office, but he certainly had no idea where he was headed. The GPS eventually had him turn down one last street and he arrived a building he had never really noticed before, despite knowing he had driven by it many times. He parked in the adjacent lot and entered a business, the sign on the front stating the business was called THENUU. 

Liam was completely baffled by the name of the business and the tidy, but rather austere entry area really didn't give him many clues either. He walked up to a vacant reception desk and saw a bell and a sign asking customers to ring once and have a seat - someone would be with them shortly - which, thankfully, was true. In a few seconds a pretty young girl, with a beautiful mane of auburn hair, bright sparkling eyes and sensuous air about her came through the door. She smiled at Liam and said, "Hello, may I help you?" 

Liam replied, "Umm..I think so...I'm supposed to ask for Jaime." 

"You must be Liam! Wow...Liz told us you were a sweetheart, but she neglected to tell us you how handsome you were! Come on back, everything is ready for you." 

Liam blushed at the compliment - especially coming from someone as stunning as..."Did he get her name?" He hesitated and said, "well, thank you - that's very nice of you to say..but I'm at a bit of a loss here. I have no idea what I'm doing here - can you help me out a bit?" 

The girl's eyes sparkled and she giggled, "Oh, Liz told me that you might look a little dumbfounded... trust me..it's all good - come on back." 

He followed the girl past the reception desk and looked down and saw his name on a daytimer. He also spotted the same cryptic "GMO+MS+" from the GPS beside his name. He then walked through the door, forcing himself to not stare at the rather shapely ass that was leading him into the back of the business. Almost immediately he realized what this place was - some sort of a day spa. He instantly thought massage and silently thanked Liz for helping put him in the perfect frame of mind for weekend's festivities. The girl turned to him, pointing to a door and said "The men's locker room is through there. There are robes in each locker - once you get out of your clothes and get a robe on, just go into that room over there" - pointing to another door. 

A few minutes later, Liam entered the assigned room, fully expecting to see a massage table and masseuse waiting for him. He was surprised, though, to find the what looked like a esthetician's chair and seated at the table was the receptionist from earlier. Confused, he said, "Ummm..I think maybe I'm the wrong room." The receptionist smiled and said, "Umm...no..you're not! Have a seat!" Liam sat at the chair and said, "I'm so confused, I assumed I was here for a massage." 

Another one of those cute giggles, "Sorry, we don't do massage here; hasn't Liz told you about what she has done here?" 

"Well, I knew she went to a some place to get her nails done - guess this is the place!" 

"Indeed it is!" 

"But I was supposed to ask for some guy named Jaime?" 

Again with the cute giggle, "I'm Jaime - you've never heard of a girl named Jaime?" 

"Well, yeah, I have..guess it serves me right for making assumptions", Liam replied as he sat in the chair. "So Jaime, what exactly am I doing here?" 

Jaime replied, "Liz has booked you in for a Gentleman's Makeover. We're doing a sport manicure, pedicure and facial along with an eyebrow shaping and straight-razor shave." 

Now THAT was intriguing. He'd never had any of those things before, so he resolved to sit back, relax and see what this was all about. He'd heard that some guys go for regular spa sessions like this, but he just never had. While the rest of the spa hummed with the other estheticians and their clients, once alone in the room with Jaime, Liam felt like he was in his own little world and let Jaime do her thing. She chided him for not taking better care of his nails - "You bite them - don't you!" - and when he said yes, she waggled her finger at her and said, the only nails you can bite off are your toe nails. When Liam said he couldn't reach them, Jaime smiled and said, "Exactly - that's why I say you're allowed!" 

She was completely charming and found just the right balance of cute, sexy and professional. Once his feet and toes were completed, they moved onto the facial, which, to Liam's surprise was actually quite pleasant. From the facial they moved to a different room for his straight-razor shave - something he had heard was amazing but had never had the chance to try. The room was a total throwback - old fashioned barber's chair, complete with a leather strop for the blade, mug and brush to mix the shaving cream in and steamed towels. However, Liam highly doubted that any barber from the days when these types of shaves were common looked anything like Jaime. She was hot and she knew it. After applying the steamed towels to soften his stubble, she made a very provocative production of mixing the soap to make the shaving cream and playfully spread it onto Liam's face. Liam was having an increasingly difficult time thinking of Jaime in a professional way and fought very hard to control the signals his body was conveying to him - that being to re-route blood-flow to his slowly stiffening cock. 

The shave itself was amazing and Jaime continued to dance on the "razor's edge" between professional and seductive (pun intended). Liam was able to control his urges (barely) and when Jaime finished the job and spun him around to look in mirror he touched his face and couldn't believe how smooth and supple his skin felt. 

"Wow," he said, "that was amazing! Thank you so much..I had no idea a straight-razor shave would feel this good - I will definitely be back again!" 

"I'm glad you enjoyed it - we get that a lot. Sometimes the old-fashioned way is the best!" 

Liam stood and kind of awkwardly extended his hand to Jaime and said, "Thanks, this has been amazing." Again with the smile, "Oh..we aren't done yet." 

Now Liam was confused. "Oh, I'm sorry..I just figured when you told me what was involved in a Gentleman's Makeover I would be done - I did see GMO beside my name on the schedule when I came in." 

"Well", replied Jaime, "that's true, but did you also the the MS+ beside your name?" 

"Come to think of it, I did." 

"Good! That takes place in a different room - follow me!" 

Liam was only too happy too. He could follow those swaying hips and ass all day. Eventually they entered a room that looked pretty similar to a massage room, but was quite a bit brighter and had more equipment, but did have a table in the centre of it. 

"Ok, Liam, I'd like you to take off the robe and your underwear and lie face down on the table. I'll be back in a min!" 

Robe and underwear?? Now Liam was mix of intrigue and panic. What the hell was going to happen now? He complied and laid down on the comfortable table and pulled the sheet up over his butt and was just getting comfortable when Jaime quietly knocked and asked it was ok to come back in. Once she had re-entered the room Liam couldn't wait any longer and just had to ask. 

"Ok Jaime, you got me, I've been wracking my brain but can't figure out what MS+ means." 

She giggled, "Well, aren't we full of questions! The MS part is "Manscaping." It's a service we offer and Liz has asked us to see if we can "tame the savage beast! We are going to trim all the unwanted body hair you have and sculpt it so you can look your absolute best for her. There will be a little shaving, some waxing, some clipping and some plucking. Liz has given us very specific instructions so when we are done with you, you will be even hotter than you are now!" 

Well..this was different. And it wasn't like he could refuse - this was, after all, Liz's weekend. So, he resigned himself to the fact that he was basically a sheep being shorn and just let it happen. Jaime lifted the sheet up and exposed the backs of his legs, keeping his butt covered, and announced that nothing needed to be done there, but did compliment him on having such strong, muscular legs, which made him feel very good. 

Then she started on his back. She told him that there was a lot of excess hair there to be removed and it could either be shaved or waxed - she suggested waxing as it would be quicker and last longer. He had never had anything like that done before, but had to admit that after she trimmed the hair short, the wax was not that uncomfortable and while it did sting a bit having it literally ripped out of his body, it wasn't that bad and was over fairly quickly. 

Liam was just about to turn over when Jaime said, "Now, just your butt to do and we are done on the backside." 

Uh-oh. Liam didn't know what to think of that, but before he could protest, the sheet was fully removed, completely exposing him to Jaime. 

"Damn! My girl Liz has herself some definite man candy! Liam..that is one fine butt you have there!" 

And then she immediately caught herself and said softly, "Excuse me, Liam, that wasn't very professional of me. I don't want to make you uncomfortable." 

Liam chuckled and replied, "Oh Jaime, it would be pretty hard to make me any more uncomfortable than I already am - totally exposed in front of a beautiful woman..I'll take any break in the tension I can get!" 

They both smiled and Jaime explained that in this "region" the best plan is to simply trim and clean up any unwanted hair. She set about her work quietly and efficiently, snipping here and there and just simply making his already "fine butt" even finer. She occasionally had to touch his ass cheeks to move them out of the way of the scissors and her touch was having an increasingly noticeable effect on Liam - to the point that he was very thankful that he was on his stomach. However, when Jaime used a soft brush to brush away the clipped hair and then leaned down and blew it off his ass, all bets were off. Her soft, cool breath ran between his ass cheeks and drifted enticingly over the underside of his ballsack in such a way as if almost felt and a soft wet tongue. Old Rex was about half way to "gimme some" and he was sure he was starting to leak precum. He was thankful when Jaime said, "All finished, and if I do say so myself, Liz is going to be impressed!" 

Liam's relief was short-lived however when Jaime told him it was time to do his torso and that he needed to roll over. She held the sheet up to preserve his modesty but once he was on his back, the sheet did little or nothing to hide Liam's half-hard erection. He was sure that he detected a quick, sharp gasp from Jaime when she looked down. The sheet completely covered his cock, but just barely and the bulge in it was one of the biggest she'd ever seen. She reminded herself silently, "Keep it professional, keep it professional." 

Jaime said, "Ok Liam, let's see what we've got to work with here. Hmm...you are in excellent shape! This is going to make you look fantastic." 

Liam replied, "I sure hope Liz didn't ask you to shave my chest - we will be here all day!" To which Jaime said, "Oh god no...what I will do though, is shave the excess hair that is growing past the edges of your pecs and shape what's on your pecs so it frames them. I'll also trim some of it so it's not quite so bushy. Next I'll remove this wispy hair on your upper arms and the "wild stuff" on your belly. Basically I'm just going to clean you up. You will look totally, totally hot when I'm done." 

And she set out do to just that. Liam had hoped that her work would be off-putting enough that his cock would cooperate and retreat a bit, but Jaime's touch was electric! While it seemed like she wasn't intentionally titillating him, everything she did seemed to ramp up the sexual tension that was already in the air. She would finish shaving an area and while wiping off the excess shaving cream would brush his nipple with the towel, sending an express message to his cock to pay attention. And when she trimmed the hair on his pecs, again with the blowing! This time, her soft breath caressed his nipples like a feather being drawn across them. Even when she was shaving the hair from his upper arms the way she held his arms and worked caused her perky tits to be pressed up against the back of his hand, it's warmth radiating through her thin blouse, tempting Liam to turn his wrist and take a nice handful - but he resisted. 

However, all of this stimulation had him pretty much fully erect and pulsing and Rex was betraying him by lifting the sheet. While his head wasn't peaking out, he was just barely covered, so when Jaime announced that she was going to trim his stomach region, there was no way she couldn't notice the sizable lump hidden under the thin sheet that now had a very noticeable wet spot showing on it. Nonetheless she kept it pretty much professional, but couldn't help herself and instead of brushing the excess hair off, again blew it off Liam's belly. The soft caress of her breath on his glans make him fully stiff and he couldn't suppress a moan as his cock jumped in appreciation of being teased. Jaime pretended to not notice, but she heard Liam's reaction and smiled inwardly at the effect she was having on this hot and handsome customer. 

"Well, Liam, we have one more area to clean up - I have to remove the sheet now." 

Liam panicked. While it was more than obvious his cock was rock hard, at least he had the modesty of the sheet. With it gone, he would be fully exposed. 

"Ahhh...umm...does it really have to be done?" he pleaded. 

"It's what Liz ordered - I can call her and ask if it's ok to not do it if you like." 

Liam knew what that answer would be. "No, it's alright..go ahead..it's just that, well, I'm kind of embarrassed at the state I'm in down there." 

"That you're hard? Oh gosh, no need to be - most men have the same reaction." And then she leaned into him and whispered seductively in his ear, "I take it as a compliment." 

Liam gulped, "You should. As un-sexy as getting your body hair trimmed is, I find this entire process very erotic." 

Jaime smiled, "Good, that's kind of my goal - might as well enjoy yourself right? Should we get started?" 

Liam choked, "Sure, I guess, if it's what Liz wants, I don't have much choice do I?" 

With that, Jaime pulled the sheet off her customer's loins. From gazing at him through the sheet she knew he had a big dick, but she was not expecting what she revealed. Liam's cock was, in her eyes, perfect. A straight, fat shaft, full of veins rising to a beautiful mushroom-shaped head that was oozing precum. All this sitting on a large, but not over-sized nutsack with no excess skin. This time it was her that couldn't help the involuntary reaction and Liam definitely noticed the audible gasp that escaped from Jaime's lips. It was also his turn to smile inwardly - he knew she liked what she saw. 

"Professional girl, keep it professional", she said to herself. Still, she couldn't not make a comment. 

"Liam," she said, "I hope I'm not making you feel uncomfortable when I say this, but you have a beautiful cock - I am TOTALLY jealous of Liz right now. And when I'm done with you, I'm going to make it even more beautiful! You just sit back and let me do my work!" 

Liam was stuck in purgatory between being embarrassed at the state he was in and completely turned on because of the way he got there. Nonetheless, he closed his eyes, hoping that his cock would soften enough to reduce his discomfort a bit. 

No such luck. 

Jaime set to her work and while professional in that she didn't blatantly stroke his cock, was definitely, in Liam's mind, handling it more than she needed to. She would hold it to one side as she applied the shaving cream to the other side of his groin and ballsack. And would also hold it out of the way as she shaved an area. And while he wasn't watching her, he could definitely feel her hand lazily gliding up and down his shaft as she was shaving him. He generally kept himself pretty trim down there because Liz preferred it, but he was now getting pretty much completely shorn - at least the area around his ballsack and taint. Unfortunately all of this attention to his nether region had him painfully hard, despite the awkward circumstances and his cock pulsed in Jaime's hand and was leaking precum like crazy. Some of it had oozed down the shaft of his cock and gotten on Jaime's hand and as she raised her hand to lick it off, Liam almost lost it. He desperately pulled out the "think of my mother naked" trick to stave off total embarrassment. He couldn't deny, however, that this entire situation had him unbelievably horny and they both knew it - Jaime had the evidence in her hand. 




Turnabout is VERY Fair Play!



Barely keeping it professional, especially considering she was soaking wet, she quietly told her customer, "Liam, we are almost done, all that I need to do now is apply some moisturizer to the areas that I've shaved" 

Liam shot her a panicked look and thought to himself, "If she rubs lotion into my nuts, there's no way I'm not going to fucking explode!" He was considering saving himself that indignity when she moved over to the side of the table, his cock still in her hand and leaned into him and said just above a whisper, "But before I do that, I have to ask you something. We've finished the "Gentleman's Makeover" and the "Manscaping" part of your appointment, but you might not have noticed the "plus" sign after the Manscaping. It's a service we offer the wives when they book their husbands in. Most husbands at some point end up in the condition you are in and the "plus" part takes care of that for you. Liz has ordered it, but we only do it if the husband wants it." 

It took Liam about a nanosecond to croak out, "Oh fuck, please, yes, please!" 

Jaime smiled, "Oooooh, I was so hoping you were going to say that! Just lay back and relax. By the look of this big cock of yours we should have you feeling fine in no time!" 

By this point, Liam was so far gone he just needed to cum and silently thanked Liz for ordering this for him. Jaime started out by filling her palm full of moisturizer and rubbed her hands together to warm it up and immediately started applying it to Liam's nuts which were already in "early launch sequence" and had started to tighten up around the base of his cock. The lotion really did help calm the sensitive skin of his nutsack, but he was too immersed in the feeling to really care about that. Jaime was sensuously massaging the lotion all around his nuts and between there and his asshole. Liam's breathing was getting increasingly shallow and fast - Jaime knew she needed to give him relief. So she made sure that everywhere else that she had shaved in his groin area had been moisturized and then got the final handful of lotion and took a firm grasp of his cock. 

She looked down at Liam's face. His eyes were closed and he had an almost pained expression on his face - one she recognized as the knife edge between pain and pleasure. He mouth was slack-jawed - his was the face of impending release. She started to stroke his cock in earnest, the lotion squishing between her fingers as she brought him closer and closer to release. She reached down and gently scratched his balls with the nails of her other hand, upping the ante of Liam's pleasure. After a few moments of that, she released his balls but continued to stroke his cock. She moved around the side of the table and leaned down and whispered into her customer's ear. 

"Liam, you have the most beautiful cock I've ever had the pleasure of working on, but now I need you to cum for me. Come on baby, let it out..I know you have a huge load boiling up in those beautiful balls - give it to me please!" 

With that, he let out a muffled, strangled groan and a torrent of cum exploded from the ridiculously swollen head of his cock. Liam struggled for breath as Jaime coaxed stream after stream of cum from his nuts. It coated her hand, it coated his stomach and a couple of spurts landed up on his chest. Jaime was wide-eyed in wonder as this magnificent cock she was attending to exploded with cum. She hadn't seen anything so hot ever in the salon. She could feel the wetness ooze out of her as Liam's cock finally started to lose steam. Once she was satisfied it was done ejecting it's load she let go of it and it landed with an audible smack onto his belly. "Wow," she thought to herself, "THAT is a cock!" 

While Liam recovered, Jaime quickly went to the sink and came back with a hand towel and proceeded to clean him up. Liam's cock had produced an epic amount of cum - she was not going to forget this load for a long time - if ever! 

Finally, she looked down at Liam and said, "Well, I can tell you that we are now officially finished. Want to stand up and see how you look all freshly manscaped?" Liam was still so dumbfounded all he could manage was a nod, but Jaime helped him sit up and then stand up since his legs were, understandably a bit wobbly. He looked at himself in the full length mirror and was amazed at what he saw. Jaime's efforts had paid off handsomely. Liam's pecs looked amazing! Getting rid of the extra hair and trimming in the right places made his already good chest look that much better. And with the hair gone off of his upper arms you could more easily see the definition all of the work he had put in the gym had given him. Even his belly, which was by no means a six-pack look far more toned. He looked at his cock, hanging so heavy in all its post hand-job glory and he looked even bigger than he usually did. It was only then that he noticed that Jaime had left a small, square-shaped patch of hair right above his cock and he asked her about it. 

"Oh, I do that for all the guys I manscape and I'll tell you what I tell all my clients. Don't ever shave that off. The little wiry patch of hair will come in very handy in certain positions with Liz. Imagine what it might rub up against when you guys are bumping uglies!" 

Liam understood - he had never thought of that. Jaime left the room and Liam went to the locker room to get dressed. He could hardly wait to get home and show Liz "The New Liam" - then it hit him. The name of the place - THENUU - The New You - and he certainly felt that way. Instead of being drained by the epic handjob he had just received he was energized and was really hoping that Liz wanted him to fuck her when he got home - he felt like he could go all night. 

Liam got dressed and went out to the front of the spa where Jaime was waiting. He reached for his wallet and Jaime stopped him,"No Liam, Liz has taken care of everything including my tip - you are paid in full. He sheepishly looked at her, looked around to make sure no-one could hear him and said, "Are you sure, it's not every day you get a blow your mind handjob from a beautiful woman - I feel like I should be giving you something." 

"Nope, it's all good. In fact, if anyone should be giving tips, it should be my boyfriend giving you one. You have me so fucking horny he is the one that is going to benefit from all we did back there!" 

Liam smiled, "Well, okay, I'll consider us even then!" 

Jaime smiled back and said, "Sweety, if you and Liz EVER consider adding a third to your fun, keep me in mind. The entire time I was stroking that big fat cock of yours all I could think of was how good it would feel inside me. I would NEVER ask you to cheat on Liz and would never disrespect her in that way, but if you are looking for a fun time, call anytime." 

With that she hugged him, discreetly gave his dick one last squeeze through his pants and whispered in Liam's ear, "Liz has told me to tell you that you are to go straight home when we are done, so off with you and enjoy the rest of your weekend you sexy man!" 

And with that, she turned and walked but into the salon, looking back over her shoulder and winking as she disappeared into the back of the building. 

During the entire drive home Liam went over and over the events of the afternoon in his mind. Liz had just paid someone to give him a handjob! And not just someone, a hot sexy young woman. If this was a taste of what she had in store for him for the rest of the weekend, he was in for a treat. As it was, his cock was still half hard and twitching the entire ride home. He was desperately hoping that upon his arrival he would find Liz naked and spread-eagle on their bed demanding to be fucked. 

However as he turned down their street he immediately noticed a van parked in their driveway - one that he didn't recognize, but immediately began to worry it was a parent from the hockey team bringing Emma home because something was wrong. He parked and went in the back door and upon entering his home was greeted with some amazing aromas emanating from the kitchen. Liz (sadly, full clothed) met him with a glass of wine and a kiss hello and brought him fully into the kitchen where he saw another couple, neither of whom he recognized, both in chef's uniforms. Liz immediately introduced them as Peter and Kathy. After Liam said his hellos he shot Liz a very confused look and she mercifully told him what was going on. 

"Liam, honey, I found Peter and Kathy doing some research on the net. They are a husband and wife team. Peter is originally a chef and Kathy is originally a masseuse. They learned each other's trade and now have teamed up and formed a company called "The Best Night of the Year." So, they are cooking for us and after they clean up - Yay!! - they will be giving us both massages. How does that sound?" 

Liam smiled, "It sounds like the best night of the year to me!" He had a brief conversation with the two of them before excusing himself to have a quick shower. He half expected and fully hoped that Liz would join him but she stayed behind to watch Peter and Kathy prepare their meal. Upon returning downstairs he discovered that their dining room table was set with candles and their living room was set up with two portable but solidly-built massage tables. 

"Oh good," Liz said, "Your timing is perfect, they are just about to serve the first course." 

It seemed that the entire meal was to set a sensual mood. Oysters on the half-shell to begin led to a rich, earthy mushroom soup, followed by a light green salad with a raspberry vinaigrette. After a plain sorbet to cleanse their palate, the main was salmon, accompanied by a creamy risotto and asparagus, which Liz intentionally picked off her plate and seductively fed into Liam's mouth. Dessert was a dark chocolate fondue with fruit. 

The entire meal was prepared and served by Peter and Kathy and Liam couldn't help but notice both of them while the went about their work. He could tell that they were very comfortable with what they were doing and were happy to explain how any of the dishes were prepared. They spoke sparingly, but were not aloof, recognizing that they were there to help make the evening better - not be part of it. Each course brought a different wine pairing and it was obvious that they had this skill in spades - the wines were delicious. Even the dessert wine accompanying the fondue was perfect. And speaking of perfect, Liam couldn't help but notice just how perfect both Peter and Kathy were. He guessed that they were both about his and Liz's age, both tall, both very attractive, both very fit and Kathy had a stunning set of legs and sparkling blue eyes that lit up every time she would talk to them. 

As their dinner came to an end, Kathy entered the dining room and announced that they were nearly done cleaning up and suggested that they give their meals a chance to digest for a bit before they proceeded with their massages. This led to the four of them sitting in the living room and talking where Liam found out that Peter was originally one of Kathy's clients and said to her during one of their sessions that they should team up - getting a gourmet meal and a massage would be the best night of the year for many people - and an idea was born. Partnership soon led to dating, which led to both learning each other's trade which led to marriage and a very successful business. Peter no longer had to worry about menus and petulant sous-chefs and fickle maitre-d's; Kathy no longer had to worry about overhead, paying rent in a studio or working for someone else. They were busy 5 nights a week and loved it. After a few minutes Kathy announced that they should move on to the massages. She said that while she and Peter were packing up their van with the dishes and supplies from dinner, Liz and Liam should disrobe and get under the sheets on the side-by-side tables. 

"Wow," Liam thought to himself, "Two naked sessions on a table in one day with two different women, neither of which is my wife - and she doesn't mind? This is a day for the memoirs!" 

While Peter and Kathy finished their work, Liz and Liam followed Kathy's instructions. Upon getting totally naked, Liam looked at his wife who was simply staring at him. "Wow," she said, "I knew that Jaime did good work, but you look even better than I had imagined!" 

Liam blushed and said, "Thanks baby, and thanks for everything," winking as he said the last word. Liz just smiled and crawled onto the table and under the sheet, with Liam doing the same on the other table. 

"Baby, I should tell you that this is going to be like no massage you've had before, so just go with it and know that everything has been ordered by me." 

He was just about the ask her what she meant when Peter and Kathy re-entered the room, now changed from their chefs attire into more traditional masseuse clothing. 

"Ready, you two?" Peter said. 

"Oooo yes, I've been waiting for this all day," enthused Liz. 

After setting up a small stool at the end of the both of the tables and setting a small duffel bag on it, the pair set to their work - Peter tending to Liz and Kathy looking after Liam. After what Liz had just said, Liam was paying strict attention to what was going on, but initially anyway, it seemed like every other massage he had had. The sheet covering him from the waste down had been folded until it just covered his butt, revealing his legs and Kathy set out to give them a vigorous rubdown. He stole a glance at Liz and noticed that Peter was doing exactly the same thing to her. Both Kathy and Peter then asked their clients to open their legs slightly so they could have access to the insides of their thighs - both Liz and Liam complied. Liam was just starting to totally surrender into the magic that Kathy's hands were doing to his legs when he felt her strong, assured hand slide up his leg, under the sheet and very close to his nuts. Not anything particularly strange in that, but when, on the next pass Kathy's hand not only touched his ballsack, but began to gently caress it, he knew that this was like no massage he had ever experienced before. He quickly turned his head to shoot a wide-eyed glance to Liz, who had beaten him to the punch and was laying, facing him with a smile on her face and upon locking eyes with her husband, simply winked. But then, a quick, sharp gasp escaped from Liz and Liam looked down to see that Peter was giving her the same treatment that he was currently getting from Kathy. At that point he resolved to just give in to the pleasure and see where all of this was going to go. 

Despite his recent mind-blowing handjob, the sensuality of Kathy's actions coupled with the heightened sexuality of the whole evening had him responding to her actions pretty much immediately. On a subsequent pass between his legs Kathy now blatantly reached under him and pulled his stiffening cock downward so it was now showing between his legs. An almost imperceptible murmur of approval came from her as she set about to fully coat his genitals with massage oil. From the breathy sighs emanating from his beautiful wife, Liam was pretty sure that Liz was getting the same type of treatment from Peter. Eventually, all pretense of modesty came to an end and the sheets were removed from both of the now very relaxed bottoms. Liam then sensed Kathy moving back to the end of the table and heard both she and Peter rustling around in their duffel bag. Shortly after that, they both heard the unmistakable buzz of a vibrator being fired up. Kathy moved to Liam's butt where she gently spread his cheeks and laid a pencil thin, but very strong vibrator along the crevice of his ass, with the base of it resting on his increasingly swollen nutsack. It was also nestled right up against his asshole so that every wave emanating from this thin slice of heaven was making his entire genital region alive with sensation. He turned his head just in time to see the look on Liz's face as Peter inserted a larger, but equally powerful vibrator directly into her smoldering pussy. 

He said quietly to her, "I have no idea what you paid for this, but it's already worth every penny!" To which Liz replied, "Oh, get ready, you ain't seen nothing yet!" 

Peter and Kathy then set about to remove every last bit of stress and vestige of inhibition from their clients. Powerful hands kneaded every kink and knot out of every neglected muscle in each of their backs. This was combined with the pleasure the powerful toys that were working their magic on both of them was giving them, the result being that Liam's cock was becoming increasingly stiff and Liz's pussy was leaking like a faucet. 

After many wonderful minutes of this divine bliss, Peter and Kathy gently removed the vibrators from their clients. Both Liz and Liam quietly groaned in frustration of having such pleasure taken away from them, but both reacted in a mixture of surprise and pleasure as Peter and Kathy upped the ante. First Peter produced a large vibrator from their duffel bag and pressed a button to activate before slipping one end of it into Liz's hungry snatch. The "business" end of the vibrator had a rotating head that massaged Liz's G-spot and instantly set her snatch on fire. She couldn't help herself and let out an involuntary, "Ohhhh fuuuuuuccck" as this new device raised her already high arousal level even higher. 

Liam was watching Liz, enjoying her lust-filled face when he felt Kathy spread some warm gel directly onto his asshole, which was followed by a sensation he had never experienced before. Liz had teased his ass with fingertips before, even occasionally giving that area a tongue-bath, but they had never really gotten into any serious anal play with him. However, now, he felt something invading this previously virgin territory. He craned his neck around as much as he could to see Kathy slowly and methodically pressing what looked like a stick with increasingly large bulbs on it into his rectum. Every time one of the bulbs succeeded in breaching his sphincter and it slammed shut around its invader, almost electric shocks were sent throughout his entire body. He had never felt anything like this before. It didn't hurt, but it was extremely intense. He couldn't describe how it felt, he simply knew he didn't want it to stop. 

Once both of them we comfortable with the new invaders inside their bodies, they were instructed by their respective masseuses to roll over. Liam was very glad of this - his cock was now painfully hard and lying on his stomach was getting uncomfortable. Now on their backs, Peter and Kathy set about bringing their clients to the peak of arousal. To achieve that goal, before anything else, they once again dug into their "bag of tricks" and produced matching nipples clamps - however these had an interesting difference. Neither Liz nor Liam had ever had anything like this used on them and were both a little nervous as Peter and Kathy approached them. Both sets had what looked like small electrical cords running between them and in the middle was a small case. How could they have known that both of their clients had extremely sensitive nipples? How could it be that two people with sensitive nipples had never experimented with clamps before? Both Kathy and Peter took their time massaging the respective pecs and breasts, paying special attention to those sensitive little nubs and eventually both lightly pinched each of their clients nipples and applied the clamps. Both Liz and Liam had held their breath expecting pain, but were pleasantly surprised when the pressure was more than manageable and what little pain there was only served to up the pleasure they were feeling. To complete the application of these little purveyors of pleasure, both masseuses reached to the case between the clamps and flicked a switch which caused the clamps to begin a low, steady vibration, causing both Liz and Liam to gasp in pure ecstasy. Peter and Kathy looked at each other and smiled - these little babies never failed to impress! 




Turnabout is VERY Fair Play!



Between the attention that Kathy was giving his cock and ass and the vibrating nipples clamps sending pleasure signals directly to his loins, Liam was leaking so much precum that it was sitting in a pool on his stomach. His eyes were closed and he was doing nothing but surrendering to the ecstasy that his masseuse was giving him. For her part, Liz was in an equal amount of heaven, as Peter's ministrations on her body, the clamps and the wonderful vibrations were making her quiver all over. Once the two masseurs had finished the formal part of both massages it was time for them to ensure their clients were "completely" satisfied. Peter started slowly and methodically sawing the vibrator in and out of Liz's boiling pussy while simultaneously running two of his oil-slick fingers back and forth on either side of her wildly swollen clit. Meanwhile, Kathy continued to stroke Liam's ossified cock while at the same time and in the same rhythm pulling and pushing the beads in and out of his asshole. 

Her oil-slick hand could feel Liam's cock throb in time with his ever-increasing heartbeat as he hurtled closer and closer to releasing another torrent of cum from his over-sized cock. The beads in his ass were like nothing he had ever felt before and he had to admit, he could get used it! He could also no longer stay quiet, his moans and gasps getting increasingly loud and more frequent. Added to his moans he was verbalizing just how on fire his loins felt. 

"Oh, fuck that feels so good. Don't stop, please don't stop." 

Kathy had no such intention. Rarely had she and Peter been hired to service a couple like Liz and Liam. Not only were they obviously very much in love, they were enjoyable to be around and both exceptionally attractive. Couple that with the fact that Liam had an absolutely beautiful cock and she was totally loving her job at the moment. 

At the same time, Peter was mentally patting himself on the back for joining Kathy in this venture. Liz was stunning and totally surrendering herself to his attentions. There was no modesty, no self-consciousness - just total enjoyment of the pleasure. Like Liam, she could no longer stay silent, moaning over and over, "Oh my god, oh my god." Peter knew he was doing a good job and both he and Kathy were having a difficult time keeping it professional - professional meaning that it was only manual pleasure - no oral was allowed - that was their agreement. Having said that, his cock was rock hard and his partner's pussy was gushing. They looked at each other and knew that they would have to rush home after their job and release their own tension! 

Kathy sensed the tell-tale signs of her client's impending release and she was ready to grant that to him. She increased the tempo on his his cock and at the same time moved the beads faster and faster in and out of his ass. Her timing was perfect, as seconds before he erupted, she pushed the beads in to their fullest depth - something she hadn't done yet. Liam's eyes flew open and he bellowed in release as Kathy simultaneously extracted the beads in one long steady motion while giving his cock one last stroke, which erupted with a ridiculously huge torrent of sticky cum which flew everywhere - coating his chest, his abs and even a couple of spurts hit his face. 

Seconds later, his wife screamed in her own release as Peter had increased both the tempo of his pushing the vibrator into her pussy and his strumming on her clit. Hearing Liam's orgasm rip through the room was all Liz needed to tumble over her own edge. The scream as her own orgasm overcame her drowned out her husband's heavy breathing as her pussy gushed and her clit sent waves of ecstasy throughout her entire body. Her climax swept over her body in waves - she seemed almost completely out of control. Liam had recovered just enough from his own overwhelming climax that he was able to watch his wife writhe in complete wanton pleasure on the table beside him. Soon, soft towels were produced by both Peter and Kathy and they quickly cleaned up their clients whose breathing was approaching somewhere near normal again. Peter and Kathy began to quietly pack up their equipment and eventually Liz and Liam felt strong enough to stand up, albeit somewhat wobbly. Once they got situated, Peter disassembled both of the tables while Kathy spoke quietly with their clients, who both still seemed too lost in post-orgasmic bliss to say much of anything. However, Liz finally recovered enough and said, "My only complaint is that I didn't find you two sooner - this was absolutely incredible; and definitely the best night of the year!" 

By that time Peter returned from taking the last bit of equipment to the van and smiled at Kathy. Hugs and handshakes all around were next in order, but on the way out, Kathy handed Liam their business card and said with desire and a twinkle in her eye, "We don't usually mix business and pleasure, but you two are such great people and both so beautiful that if you ever want to get together socially, we would really like that. We both think we could have an awful lot of fun with you guys!" With that she hugged Liam and gave him much more than a friendly kiss on the lips and walked out the door. 

Liam turned to look at his wife. She looked absolutely stunning..her tits still firm, nipples still erect, stomach flat with a closely trimmed, swollen pussy above strong athletic legs. She looked at him, smiled and said, "So, how's your first day as my servant been?" 

Liam replied, "Oh baby, I have zero complaints. If you had told me that my time serving you would start with handjobs from two beautiful women and one of them wasn't you, I'm not sure I would have believed you." 

"Oh? So you were ok with Jaime giving you the "plus" treatment?" 

"Jesus! By the time she got to that I didn't have a choice! She had me so horny I think I would have exploded either way! She is quite the little minx!" 

Liz laughed, "Yes, she is. I love her to bits." 

Liam looked at Liz, unsure whether or not he should divulge Jaime's offer, but decided, why not. "You know," he said, "She offered to join us anytime we wanted. That might be a fun night!" 

"Between her and Kathy and Peter we could easily fill our dance card by the sounds of it! And..I've seen Jaime's boyfriend at the salon. He's a little young for me, but I could do the Mrs. Robinson thing!" 

Now it was Liam's turn to laugh, "Well," he said, "All of those are very enticing possibilities, but for the short-term, I have some serving to do I believe." 

"Yes you do, but not anymore this evening. My command to you is a good night's sleep - we, or should I say, you, have a busy day tomorrow." 

With that the happy couple climbed the stairs and fell into bed and were both asleep in minutes. 

The next morning was the beginning of one of those rare, perfect late-summer days. Unseasonably warm, low humidity with not a cloud in the sky. The type of day you would take 365 days a year if you had a choice. Liam woke to the sound of Liz turning off the shower and was a little disappointed that he wasn't ordered to join her. She walked into their room - looking spectacular as always. Her looks defied the 46 years her birth certificate told the world she was - she was above-average height and the small, light brown nipples on her very slightly sagging 36C breasts beckoned Liam. Couple them with a freshly shaved pussy boasting large dark labia and the ass and legs of a 25 year-old runner and Liam knew he had hit the jackpot when Liz agreed to be his bride. 

However, his bride, at least for the moment, was apparently not thinking about sex. 

"You've got a lot of work to get done," she said almost brusquely. "You need to have a quick shower and then come outside. Before you do though, make me an espresso and some toast with some of your mother's strawberry jam. I'll take it out on the deck - I want to get some sun before it gets too hot." 

Liam hopped out of bed and after finishing his morning routine hopped in the shower. He was just soaping up when Liz stuck her head into the bathroom and announced, "Oh and by the way, I've put what I want you to wear to do your work on the bed in the guest room. I want you to wear it the rest of the weekend anytime we are home until Emma gets back." 

Intrigued and more than just a little apprehensive, Liam quickly finished his shower, towelled off and went into the guest bedroom and looked at the bed and saw...nothing. Confused, he put on a T-shirt and some shorts, went downstairs and turned on the espresso machine and walked out onto the back-deck where he could see Liz, reclining in a chaise lounge with her back to him, facing the sun. He called out to her "Honey, there was nothing on the bed in the guest room - did you forget to put out what you wanted me to wear'? 

She peered around the cushion and looked back at him, "Ahhh, no... I didn't forget." And with that she swivelled her legs off the chaise, stood up and walked towards him - totally naked! Panicked, Liam looked towards their next door neighbour's and quickly said, "Jesus Liz, what if Roger or Michelle see you?" 

Liz smiled, "Let 'em look - I'm on my own property - if they don't like it - don't look!" Liam was dumbfounded - he was usually the one that liked to be naked in their backyard but was always very discreet and wouldn't disrobe until he was in an area where he had complete privacy. Liz was always much more conservative - but today was pushing way further than he ever did. 

"For a guy that is supposed to be following my orders, you are pretty slow on the uptake!" Liz chided. I left exactly what I wanted you to wear on the bed - nothing!! Now, drop trou and get to making my breakfast!" 

Liam didn't know who this woman was, but he was loving it - even if he was a little nervous about being naked in a place where he could be seen. But, it was Liz's call so he unceremoniously removed his T-shirt, hooked his fingers into the elastic waistband of his shorts, dragged them and his underwear down his legs and, leaving them in a pool at his feet, turned around and headed back into the house to make Liz her breakfast. 

Liz smiled to herself; yes, she was definitely feeling freer and naughtier this weekend, but she wasn't crazy. What her loving husband wasn't aware of was that Liz had talked to her good friend and neighbour Michelle earlier in the week who had informed Liz that they were leaving Friday afternoon for a few days of camping and she had asked Liz to watch their house. This made it perfect for her to get in some nude sunbathing while at the same time make her husband just as uncomfortable as he had made her feel on that nude beach a few weeks ago! 

She laid back down on the lounger and totally surrendered to the deliciously warm, comfortable feeling you can only get from being naked in the sun. After a few minutes, Liam emerged from the kitchen, espresso and toast in hand - naked as she. He smiled as he set her breakfast on the small table beside her chaise. 

"I don't know what's gotten into you, but I could get used to this Liz!" 

"Well, darling, you started it. I have to admit that I've been thinking about your weekend awhile ago and how much I truly loved the nude beach - at least after I got used to the idea." 

Liam replied, "Well then, mission accomplished! What else may I do for you. As they say - your wish is my command!" 

"First, I need you to clean the pool. I'm going to just lay here and enjoy that newly manscaped body move around naked while you work." 

"Yes, ma'am," Liam replied. He was a slight bit disappointed, kind of half hoping that she would want him to service her, but it was her weekend, so he grabbed the vacuum head, hose and other paraphernalia he needed and set out to do his work. 

Liz gazed at her husband through her sunglasses. After so many years together she was convinced she was more in love with him than the day they were married. She was definitely more in lust with him than ever. He was always handsome, although he didn't think so, with broad shoulders, strong pecs, just enough of a belly to be real, muscular legs including a beautiful ass and then there was that slab of heaven between his legs. He hadn't been her first, but he was definitely the yardstick by which she measured all of the lovers she had enjoyed. Even when they broke up for a few months during their courtship, none of the men she fucked could hold a candle to Liam. He wasn't perfect - but he was perfect for her. 

While she was lost in this daydream, Liz hadn't even realized that her hand had slid down and was now lazily sliding around her vulva, teasing the heavy, bald lips of her sex. The trills of pleasure coursing through her body however, soon clued her in to what her body was involuntarily doing. She looked down and what she was doing and then looked back up at Liam - it was obvious by the state of his rampant cock that he had been watching the entire thing. 

"Like what you see?" Liz teased. 

Liam was tongue-tied and was barely able to sputter, "Umm...what the hell do you think?" 

"It almost seems like the cat's got your tongue - I think it would be better if my pussy had it! Get over here and give me some service now." 

He didn't need to be told twice. Liam dropped the vacuum rod and raced over to Liz, his fat cock bobbing obscenely in front of him. Once he arrived at the chaise he pretty much dove between Liz's legs and immediately started to eat her. 

"Ohhh fuck yes...that's it you bastard - eat that pussy and don't you even fucking think about stopping!" Liz hissed. Liam emptied the playbook - first licking all around her pussy, then sucking the swollen outer lips into his mouth. He followed this by jamming his tongue as far into her snatch as he could push it. 

"Mmm...you are doing me good, you pussy-eating fucker - keep going!" She reached between her legs and grabbed Liam by the back of the head and pulled his face roughly against her sex, then held it there while she ground her hips against his busy tongue. Liam reached underneath Liz and grabbed her ass and went for an all-out assault in search of her orgasm. He moved his head up and took her clit roughly between her lips and bit down - harder than her had ever done in the past. 

This last maneuver tipped Liz over the edge. She was beyond the point of no return now and was lost in ecstasy. She simply threw her head back and and babbled incoherently as her orgasm overtook her. 

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," she said repeatedly as her pussy gushed and spasmed. Liam could barely keep up to her hips snapping from side to side. She ground her pussy into his reddened face for much of the next minute, milking every last drop of rapture out of her orgasm and when it finally subsided, she collapsed onto the chaise, her ass resting in a very very large puddle of her own juices. 

"Whew, that was very nice, thank you," she said almost dismissively, "you can finish cleaning the pool now." 

Liam looked at his wife incredulously - she didn't want him to fuck her? His cock was completely ossified and he was so horny he could barely speak. He was just about to say something when the realization of the weekend came back to him. He swallowed, stood up and with his cock bobbing just as obscenely as before, went back to cleaning the pool. He was just getting back into his vacuuming when he heard a loud splash as Liz dove into the cool, clear water. She came up, looking directly at her husband, eyes sparkling, completely comfortable. 

"I could get used to this whole servant thing - no wonder you enjoyed it so much! And to be honest, I don't know which role I like better. Maybe that's a good thing - don't you think?" 

Liam struggled with the emotions he was feeling. On one hand he was going crazy with lust and upset that Liz wasn't letting him get off and on the other he realized it wasn't all that dissimilar to the way he had treated her on his weekend, so he trusted he would be looked after in good time. He went back to his work and after finishing the vacuuming, put all of the implements away and was walking back to the pool, water test kit in hand, his still rock hard, fat cock leading the way when Liz floated over to the side of the pool. 

"Sit here my love," she said, "I need to have a taste of the fat cock of yours. Just rest your feet in the water here in the shallow end - you can test the water here can't you?" 

He didn't need to be asked twice. 

Liam sat down on the edge of the pool and spread his legs. Liz demurely drifted in between them, her large tits bobbing enticingly at the surface of the cool water. He was just getting his water test kit ready when he felt the soft, wet and familiar tongue of his wife slide lazily up his turgid cock. He couldn't help himself, he just stopped with the water testing and leaned back on his hands, head thrown back, eyes closed. 

"Oh no you don't," Liz chided, "keep working or I stop." 

This was a special kind of torture - trying to execute tasks using fine motor skills like putting two drops of one liquid into a small test tube - while a beautiful woman sucks your cock. But Liam knew that if he didn't do it Liz would definitely stop so he persevered. Still though, he couldn't help but take the odd glance at Liz's tawny mane as her head bobbed up and down on Old Rex. She was becoming more aggressive now and Liam could see why. While she was holding his cock in one hand, her other was busy plunging two or three fingers into her creamy pussy and occasionally rubbing her clit - making her desire match his. This aggressive cock-sucking he was getting was also causing one other new sensation. Because she was jamming her mouth down so hard on his cock, coupled with the fact that he was sitting on the edge of the pool, his balls were just at the perfect height so that the ultra-sensitive underside of his sack was lightly rubbing on the rough concrete - the effect of which had him hurtling like a freight train to a huge explosion. 

He finally was able to focus enough to finish testing the water (everything was perfectly balanced) and then turned his entire attention to enjoying Liz's attentions. Not a moment too soon either, as he could feel that rusty tingle just behind his nuts and he knew that exquisite release was coming soon. 

"Oh, fuck baby, that feels so good, " he blurted, "I'm so close, please, please finish me off." 

Liz looked up at him, lust burning fiercely in her eyes, "Cum all over my tits baby." And started to furiously stroke his swelling cock. At this point Liam didn't care where he came - just as long as he did! He looked down at the totally erotic scene unfolding beneath him. His wife, with one hand pistoning up and down his rock hard cock and the other being thrust repeatedly into her pussy. It was all too much - he threw his head back, closed his eyes and emitting a guttural moan as his cock exploded. Liz felt it coming and aimed Liam's cock directly at her floating tits just as it released a river of spunk - completely covering them. Liam always had a large load of cum - this was something else. Even after yesterday's fun, this load was prodigious. It was Peter North worthy - she couldn't believe the amount of cum that now totally covered her heaving breasts. 

Liam collapsed on his back, his chest gulping as much air as possible, but he was soon to discover his freedom to breathe easily was short-lived. Liz hadn't managed to cum yet so as soon as her husband laid on his back, she jumped out of the pool, dragged her cum-covered tits along his chest - his cum getting caught in the mass of hair there and then she quickly deposited herself on his face, grinding her pussy onto it. 

"Make me cum, now!" she demanded. 

Liam summoned the last of his energy and jammed his tongue into Liz's sodden snatch. It didn't take long - she was pretty close when she climbed on top of him; but it was very violent and she came loudly while writhing on her husband's tongue. She rolled off of him and they both laid on the pool deck, their breathing eventually returning back to normal. 




Turnabout is VERY Fair Play!



Liam was the first to speak, "I gotta say..I really like these weekends - but if we do too many I don't think I'll survive!" 

"Well, mister," Liz replied, "you better hope you got stamina left, cause we aren't close to done." With that she stood up on shaky legs and walked toward the house. 

"I'm going to have a quick shower to clean up - you do the same. We have places to go, people to do and things to see." 

"Don't you mean people to see and things to do?" 

Liz just looked back at him, smiled, winked and disappeared into the house. 

After a quick shower, Liam prepared and served them both a light lunch (while naked, of course) and Liz then said to him, "I've put out what I want you to wear this afternoon while we are out - do you think you can manage to get this outfit correct?" 

Liam dramatically rolled his eyes, "Oh I think I'll be able to figure it out." They then went to get ready for whatever Liz had planned for them this afternoon. Liam entered the guest bedroom and saw a shirt and a pair of pants that he hadn't seen before on the bed along with a pair of his favourite shoes. What he didn't see were underwear and socks. Now this didn't surprise him or particularly concern him. He had, on occasion, gone commando and quite enjoyed it and given the theme of the weekend it all pretty much made sense. He put on the new shirt - it was beautiful. A taupe-coloured silk long sleeve with a bit of a beach themed pattern. It seemed a tad snug, but not too small - in fact it seemed to hug his arms and pecs in such a way as to make him look much more muscular then he was - not that he was complaining. The problems, so to speak, started when he put on the pants. They were a soft beige linen material - again - very nice, but they seemed kind of too small everywhere except in the waist. He pulled them on and did them up and looked at himself in the mirror and immediately thought that Liz would tell him to change when she saw him. 

The pants fit well enough around the waist and, if he did say so himself, made his ass look great; but they were so snug in the front and that, combined with no underwear and the fact that the pants were a very thin linen material, showed the outline of his cock pretty much as plain as day. He walked down the hallway just to show his wife before he changed and when he walked into their room she turned to look at him, surveyed him up and down and said, "Perfect! Let's go!" 

Liam stammered, "Umm..ahh..don't you think I should put on different pants?" 

"Why would I think that?" Liz replied. 

"Well, they are a little, um..I don't know...obvious...don't you think?" 

"So..when it was YOUR weekend, it was ok for you to parade me on the beach in a few square inches of cloth, but when it's MY weekend, I can't show you off?" 

She had him there, he had to admit, so he put his head down, nodded in agreement, grabbed his keys and said, "Where to m'lady?" 

They hopped in the car and Liz directed her husband towards the downtown core. Where they were going exactly, he didn't know, he just knew he was excited and a bit nervous about this new adventure. To add to his excitement and nervousness, Liz was making things very difficult to drive. She had slid over as far as she could in her bucket seat and was lazily running her hands over the sizable bulge in Liam's pants. This extremely pleasant attention was making his already impressive bulge grow bigger and bigger. 

"Mmmm...I really like these pants on you baby," Liz cooed, "they show off your assets soooo well, don't you think?" 

Liam gulped, "Ah..yeah..sure, maybe a little too well." 

Liz instructed Liam to make one last turn and pointed out a spot on the street to park, which he did. He then surveyed the area where they were and silently groaned to himself when he realized where they were. Just outside one of the art galleries that he consistently refused to accompany Liz to. He wasn't into art and he hated going to places like this, but after all, this was her weekend, so whatever she wanted, she got. There was just one problem. 

"Ahh, honey, I take it we are going to your favourite gallery over there?" 

"Why, yes we are, how perceptive of you." 

"That's no problem, honestly, but I think we need to wait a couple of minutes." 

"Whatever for darling?" 

"Well..all the attention you have been giving me on the way here kind of has me in an embarrassing situation." 

"Oh, you mean you feel exposed, like you are being taken unwillingly to like, oh, I don't know, a nude beach?" 

Liam, once again, dropped his head in surrender. Off they went to whatever silly showing that was at whatever silly gallery. He got out of the car, went around to her side and opened her door and she took his arm and off they went into the gallery. Any hope that he could inconspicuously wander around until his cock went down went immediately out the door the minute they crossed the threshold of the business. 

"LIZ! Darling! You came! I'm so happy to see you!" 

Liz and Liam turned to see the source of the welcome. Any chance that Liam's cock would shrink was now totally gone. Approaching them was one of the most stunning women he had ever seen. Tall, blonde, amazing body and a smile that could launch a thousand ships. "Holyyyy fuck" thought Liam - this woman is a goddess. 

After a flurry of cliché laden, art gallery requisite air kisses, Liz turned to Liam and said, "Darling, please meet my wonderful friend Sylvia, the curator here. Sylvia, this is my husband Liam." 

Liam gulped and could barely speak. He was basically tongue-tied at the complete beauty of this woman. She was, simply put, perfect. He stuck out his hand in an awkward attempt to greet her and was just about to stammer out a "Nice to meet you" when she fairly threw herself into his arms. 

"Oh my god Liam, a handshake won't do, I simply have to hug you. I feel like I've known you for years." Her hug was all he could ask for - warm, close and tight. So tight in fact he was sure that Sylvia would have felt that massive hard on that was barely concealed under his tight linen pants. 

When she, mercifully, backed away, she continued, "Liz has told us so much about you and I can see she wasn't exaggerating. You are such a beautiful man. And you make Liz so happy. I'm so,so glad to have finally met you!" 

It took Liam a couple of seconds to recover, but he eventually did, getting the cotton out of his mouth enough to say, "Well Sylvia, it's a pleasure meeting you. I only wish I had listened more intently when Liz told me how beautiful you and your gallery were - I would have come down here much sooner than this." 

She gave him that dazzling smile and Liz said, "Well, maybe now you will listen more closely in the future. But for right now, can you be a dear and go to the bar and get me a drink. Sylvia, please tell me you have some of that Summerhill Gewurtztraminer I love so much!" 

"Of course I do - anything for you darling." 

With that Liam excused himself, but couldn't help overhearing the whispers between the two ladies as he walked away. He was sure he heard Sylvia quietly say to Liz, "Damn girl, you weren't kidding - you hit the jackpot - he's huge!" And with that giggles ensued like a couple of school girls. 

When he returned with their drinks, Sylvia had gone off to greet other guests and he and Liz started wandering through the gallery. The showing was for local photographic artists to showcase their works and even Liam had to admit that many of the images were amazing. He was, however, finding it difficult to concentrate. The fact that his pants were hugging his junk and rubbing up against it was bad enough, but when you couple that with the images that were swimming around in his mind of Sylvia and her perfect tits, ass and legs it was hard to think of much else. To make matters worse, Liz was constantly touching him - caressing his arms, his shoulders and, when no-one was near, grabbing his ass and rubbing his almost constant hard on. Oh, she was paying him back and paying him back in spades and he wasn't sure if he was loving it or hating it. He just knew he had no control over it so he just decided to enjoy the attention. 

And attention was just what he was getting. Not only from Liz, but from most of the female patrons in the gallery. The front of his pants left virtually nothing to the imagination but, like Liz at the nude beach he had taken her to, eventually he started to enjoy the attention and the freedom that not having a choice in the matter gave him. He no longer shrunk from the glances and outright stares he was getting, but welcomed them. It wasn't like he was flaunting himself, he just wasn't trying to hide himself with his hands. He walked with Liz, looking at the photographs, asking questions of the artists and all in all, just enjoying himself. The sexually charged atmosphere had him almost painfully hard and he found himself looking forward to the time when he could slam his hardness into Liz's soft core. 

That opportunity came sooner than he had expected. 

He and Liz were near the back of the gallery rounding a corner when she suddenly grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into what he soon realized was Sylvia's office. He looked at Liz and saw that wild, lustful look in her eyes that he knew so well. 

"Fuck me, right here, right now," she hissed. They were both so consumed by their mutual desire they didn't bother to close the door. He picked Liz up, carried her to what he assumed was Sylvia's desk, deposited her on it and forced her legs open. She had worn a fairly short skirt to the show (for this purpose perhaps?) and when he went to drag off her panties he found that she, like he, was going commando. 

"You naughty, slutty little girl," Liam whispered to her as he undid his belt, peeled the pants away from his fat cock and with no pretense, jammed it into his wife's waiting snatch. As he impaled her on his cock, her breath caught and she gasped. This wouldn't be love making - this would be fucking. Pure, simple and animalistic. He reached down and grabbed Liz's ass and pulled her onto his cock every time he thrust into her. And with each thrust she gasped. Her pussy was so wet it almost seemed to splash with each coming together. The entire room was filled with the squishy, slippery sound of their coupling. They were both nearing their orgasms and in an effort to not cry out, Liz had sunk her teeth into Liam's shoulder - probably piercing the silk fabric of his shirt. Liam was just about to groan in release when he happened to look up and saw Sylvia standing just inside the door rubbing her pussy through her skirt. Their eyes met - he could see the same lustful gaze he saw in Liz just minutes ago in her eyes. That was all it took. He gave Liz one more mighty thrust and emptied himself into her, fighting a pretty much losing battle to stay quiet. He didn't yell out, but anyone near the office would have surely heard them. Certainly Sylvia did and before anything could be said or Liz could see they had an audience, she winked at Liam and silently left the office to allow the two of them to get themselves together. 

They gathered themselves - Liz smoothing out her skirt and Liam stuffing his still swollen cock back into its casing and very casually walked back into the gallery. Liam purchased a couple of photos from an artist he particularly liked and eventually they found their way back to Sylvia to say their goodbyes. 

"Oh Liz, honey, thank you for finally bringing in this beautiful man of yours to meet me and show him my little gallery. Liam, you are welcome anytime - it was such a pleasure meeting you. You know, Liz, maybe we should all four of us get together sometime. I'm sure that Chris and Liam would get along famously and who knows what kind of trouble the four of us could get into!" 

Liz replied, "I think that is a great idea - I'll call you in the next couple of weeks and let's set something up!" Sylvia then stepped to Liam and gave him another much too affection hug and whispered into his ear, "I know exactly the kind of trouble I want to get into with that big cock of yours!" She then smiled, waved and was off ringing up more business for her artists. 

Back in the car, Liam looked at his wife and said, "Wow, what the hell just happened?" 

Liz smiled demurely and said, "Why sir, whatever do you mean?" And they both laughed as they drove off. 

"Where to now m'lady?" Liam inquired. 

"Dinner - at Jordan's - we have an early reservation. We need to relax and recharge before tonight!" 

"Any hints as to what I should expect?" 

"You're kidding, right?" 

Dinner, while delicious, was uneventful but full of sexual tension. Liz joked that the only bad thing about going commando was that she could feel Liam's copious load of semen oozing out of her and had to excuse herself a couple of times to properly clean up. They talked about their weekend so far and Liam was thoroughly enjoying doing his wife's bidding. For her part, Liz told Liam that she had so much pent up sexual energy leading up to the weekend that she was afraid it wouldn't meet her expectations - but she was wrong. She was certainly enjoying being in charge, but realized that there was a lot of responsibility with that role. She wanted it to be all about her, but she couldn't forget that it had to be fun for her husband. Liam assured her in no uncertain terms he was enjoying the hell out of this "role" he was playing. 

As he finished paying the check he looked at Liz expectantly and raised an eyebrow questioningly. 

"Home, James," she smiled and they were on their way. 

Once they arrived home, Liz told her husband to wait downstairs as she had to prepare for him upstairs. He waited expectantly with a thousand questions running through his head. 

Would Steve and Susan be there to record them again? 

Would Jaime be there for a hot FMF threesome? 

Would Peter and Kathy be there for a foursome? 

Would, oh my god, Sylvia, be upstairs waiting for him? 

He was lost in all of these thoughts when he heard Liz's voice - "Babe, you can come upstairs now." 

All of his senses were on full alert as he climbed the stairs. His ears were waiting for hushed whispering, his eyes were surveying the guest rooms for strange clothing, even his nose was on alert, wondering if there was scented massage oil in the air. 

None of these were present. 

In fact, he was kind of disappointed when he walked into the bedroom and saw Liz lying on the bed, topless and presumably naked, but covered in their blanket from the waist down. 

No Steve and Susan; no Jaime, no Peter and Kathy and no Sylvia. 

He looked at his wife quizzically. 

She looked up at him and said, "Liam, baby, I would imagine you are wondering what's going on. My guess is that you were thinking, even hoping that there would be someone else here joining us. Not tonight - maybe another time. No, I have something else completely in mind. It's something I honestly hadn't given much or any thought to until we started this entire journey. I thought long and hard about what I really want to experience and what I could do when it was my turn to do whatever I wanted. And what I came up with was that I really really wanted to experience what it felt like to be you." 

And with that, she threw the covers back and Liam's eyes bulged when she revealed a very realistic strap-on dildo harnessed to her pelvis. 

Liam gulped and looked at his wife. "Honey," she said, "It occurred to me when I was searching my darkest, sexiest thoughts that there were times that I envied the raw power of you fucking me - the ability to pour all your lust into me physically and I realized I wanted to feel that. So, when I had this chance it was all I could think of. So I went to our favourite sex shop and asked the girls there what would be the best type of strap-on for both of our pleasure and this is what we decided on. I have to admit too that I when I booked Kathy and Peter I asked Kathy if she could do something anally with you to at least prepare you a bit for tonight." 

This was something Liam wouldn't have thought of in a million years. But deep down in a place that even he was reluctant to admit existed, he was excited beyond measure. Feeling those beads in his ass last night felt fucking AMAZING! But was allowing yourself to be buggered by your wife in some way emasculating? At this point he honestly, honestly didn't care. And then it occurred to him - the beauty of these weekends. Even if he did care - he couldn't say no! What freedom it gave him and Liz. To free yourself from some self-imposed limitations on your own pleasure because of what you believe society thinks is acceptable? How ridiculous is that? Even if he wanted to say no (which he didn't) he couldn't. His cock stirred in his pants and he quietly said to his wife, "It's your weekend - whatever you want, you get. How do we start?" 

Liz's eyes sparkled. "Baby, I'm going to ask things of you that you might not be comfortable with but it comes with me experiencing things I've longed for. First, go have a quick shower and come back to bed for me as soon as you can. 

After his shower Liam returned to the bedroom and joined his wife on the bed. Even though he could not say no, when Liz sensed that Liam was into what she wanted it put her mind at ease even more. 

She said, "Ok baby, I want you on your knees on the floor here - I want to see you suck my cock." 

After Liam complied she stood in front of him and tentatively pushed her "cock" up to his face. "Don't worry, I don't expect you to be as good as I am, but I want to see this from your perspective." 

Liam hesitantly opened his mouth and took the first couple of inches of Liz's fake cock past his lips. While somewhat humiliating, it was also extremely hot and he took notice that his own cock was rock hard. It got even harder when Liz reached down and grabbed his head and pushed her cock even further into his mouth. "That's it baby, suck my cock," she said. He tried gamely to keep up, gagging occasionally, but doing the best he could. 

"Oh my fucking god," she exclaimed, "no wonder you love this so much - the feeling of love I get from you doing to for me is almost overwhelming. I HAVE to fuck you now! Get on the bed on all fours - now!" 

Liam quickly jumped on the best, his cock so hard it pulsed with anticipation. Liz opened the night stand and took out one of the several bottles of lubrication they had and spread it onto her cock and slathered it liberally onto Liam's pucker. She climbed onto the bed and positioned herself between her husband's legs. 

He looked back at her - lust burning in his eyes. "All I ask is that you be as respectful of me as I am of you. I really want to enjoy this - please be patient. Trust me - if you are anything like me you won't want to be, but it will be worth it if you do." 

She slapped his ass and pulled his hair, "If I want to be patient I will - not because you want me to be! Now get your ass up in the air and get ready because it's about to get filled!" 

In reality she would never do anything to hurt her husband - she just wanted to feel the power and superiority. Then she moved her hips forward and pressed her slick cock against his sphincter. It took a few attempts but eventually he (and it) relaxed enough to slip the fake head past his muscle. As it breached his anal opening and the muscle clamped hard around it's invader Liam gasped with pleasure and a small amount of pain. This was feeling amazing already! Liz waited a few seconds and then pushed further into her husband's bowels. She needn't have been so gentle with him. His ass opened up willingly and allowed her cock complete access very easily. 

She leaned forward and hissed in his ear, "Your ass LOVES my cock - I think this might be a regular addition to our sexual repertoire!" 




Turnabout is VERY Fair Play!



Liam couldn't deny she was right. His ass did love the feeling of fullness and to encourage Liz to feel everything he felt when he fucked her he said to her, "Please baby, fuck me hard, I need it hard!" 

This was all the encouragement she needed. She grabbed his hips and began to piston her cock steadily in and out of her husbands ass. Slowly at first, but speeding up as she began to get the rhythm of fucking. She LOVED it! The feeling of power, the feeling of being able to match the level of your lust with the level of your effort - it was like a drug for her. This DEFINITELY would not be the last time for this. And thank god for the girls at the sex shop - the strap-on they recommended to her had a nub on it that rubbed her clit with every thrust so it was sending her hurtling towards her orgasm as Liam was nearing his. This was going to be huge for Liam - Liz's fake cock was hitting his prostate exactly hard enough with each and every thrust and his own cock was leaking so much precum it was gathering in a puddle underneath him. 

"Oh fuck baby," he cried, "I think I'm going to cum. Fuck me hard baby, please, don't stop!" 

She continued her assault on his ass and her headlong rush to her own orgasm and timed her last thrust perfectly. It sent her over the precipice of orgasm at precisely the same time that Liam's cock spasmed and emptied another huge load of semen onto the bed. He collapsed into the mess - not caring for a second that he did and Liz collapsed on top of him - her cock still deep in his ass. Eventually she rolled off of him, Liam's ass slamming shut once its very welcome invader had exited. 

They both fell into a completely exhausted, satiated sleep that keep them under until early the next morning. Liam woke to see Liz watching him and smiled as the memories of the weekend flooded over him. 

"Well, that was interesting," he said. 

"Enjoy yourself this weekend baby?" she asked. 

"Oh my god, yes - but more importantly - did you? After all, this weekend was all about you." 

"I experienced things I had always dreamed of but was afraid to try. Things I found out that I loved doing and things that I definitely want to experience again. What about you?" 

Liam thought for a second and said, "Well, if someone had told me a week ago that my wife was going to have two women I don't know give me hand jobs and then fuck me with a strap-on, I'm not sure I would have believed them, but I gotta tell you - this weekend might just have topped the earlier one. I loved every second of it." 

"Any regrets?" 

"Not a one, but a few things that we didn't do that we could have that maybe we should explore further." 

"Such as?" 

"Promise you won't be mad?" 

"Promise." 

"Well, I've had two women basically tell me that they would be happy to join us themselves - just them. And they also implied that their significant others might be interested. We also had another couple tell us the same thing. How would you feel about exploring that idea. I mean, we did have that night a couple of years ago with Pete Jarvis and it didn't hurt our relationship. What are your thoughts?" 

Liz replied, "I'll definitely give it some thought. Some real thought. Slippery slope and all that, but I do know that I feel so much more liberated now that we've done this - I'm certainly open to exploring more things. However, in the meantime, I just got a text from Emma - they are coming home early so we better get cleaned up and ready for her to come home - wanna shower with me?" 

"You really have to ask?" 

"Well, let's all three of us hop in then!" 

"Three of us?" 

And with that he looked down and saw Liz still had on the strap-on that had given him so much pleasure just a few hours earlier. His cock stiffened and they both ran for the shower.



Turnabout Therapy



It was a quiet Saturday afternoon and he'd had no counseling appointments scheduled until the phone rang. A young woman's voice, garbled from excessive crying told a tale of being so miserable she was thinking of doing herself in. He looked at the clock and saw that maybe, just maybe he should stay for this poor soul. So he told her to come right over and gave directions to his office. Then he called his wife to say he might not make it home in time for dinner since he had an emergency. 

To be honest, he'd not had that much to do today at the office, and spent quite a bit of the time fondling his cock and watching porn. He loved seeing a big titted girl sucking on a man's donkey dick before she got it shoved up her cunt. Carefully, he used the new software to erase all traces of his little hobby and prepared for his client.

A soft knock on the door indicated her arrival. He greeted her and found, not a disheveled, hysterical woman but rather a very sexily garbed woman in her twenties who winked at him. With great courtesy he led her to the sofa; looks, after all, could be deceiving. He sat down near her and asked her to tell her story.

As she spoke, dramatically describing a relationship wherein the other party was simply not interested in sex, he observed her body, positively brimming with carnality. She spoke of the entire year they had spent together and how frustrated she was. Her full, pouty lips were begging for something. He felt his cock come to life. No, no, this was inappropriate.

Before he knew it she was asking him what he thought of her. She had removed her jacket and was unbuttoning her blouse to show him her double D tits encased in the sheerest, lowest cut bra he'd ever seen. The tops of her areolas were showing. As she spoke, she pulled one of the melons out for him to see.

"Look at this" she said. "How does a normal man ignore this? And there are two of them!" His eyes grew wide at the sight of such a perfect, smooth tit. Her areola must have been three inches across, and the long hard nipple in its center made his cock boing into stiffness.

"Uh, now why do you suppose your partner was ignoring your needs? he asked.

Shrugging her shoulders, she pulled out the other melon, crushing the two together. "Ooooooh, what I wouldn't give for a good suck and a titfuck!" As he gaped, she juggled the melons in her hands, then let them go. They stuck out from her body like two balloons, enough to make any man crazy. Then she stuck out her tongue and licked each nipple before she stretched it out. Well, he thought he'd cream in his pants!

"As if this weren't bad enough" she complained, he didn't play with my pussy either. Slowly she removed her skirt and the tight bikini panties she was wearing. Oh god, he'd seen a bare pussy in the porn he watched, but never so close to him. With her legs together she had quite a delicious camel toe and he really wanted to lick it. Then she sat back on the sofa and spread her legs, filling the entire room with her pussy fragrance.

By now the man could barely breathe. Here was a living, breathing fuck slut sitting on the sofa with him. Not really knowing how to proceed in these unusual circumstances, he asked: "How, uh, would you like to help me?"

She crawled closer to him, eyes filled with lust and desire, and whispered: "Do what comes naturally. You're a man; I'm a woman. You've got a cock and I've got a cunt." It sounded so simple. He found his hands moving to grab her bobbing breasts as their tongues engaged in a lusty kiss. Her saliva was intoxicating. Lips not touching, their tongues slid together, licked and sucked. His fingers pawed, rubbed, caressed and kneaded her titflesh, then tugged on those thick long nipples. He could feel his cock trying to rip through his pants. 

"Take your clothes off - please" she enticed. He locked the door first. After all, it wouldn't do for someone to rush in and disturb this afternoon delight. Quickly he stripped down, his huge, thick veiny cock now on display, bobbing and swinging as he walked back to the sofa. His big, full balls hung down low, so full of semen; he hadn't had time this morning to get himself off.

She bade him lie on the sofa and she delicately lowered her aromatic pussy onto his face as her mouth opened to welcome his hard beanstalk. Her hot, wet mouth and slippery tongue on his cock was intoxicating. She was a cocksucking miracle he thought. Before he knew it her nose was on his belly, his cock having slid down her throat. He found his own lips and tongue devouring her delightful cunt, licking, biting and then chewing her labia. She tasted of heaven. 

His cock relished the wild suck but quickly he arrived at the point of no return, and spewed his semen directly into her belly. She swallowed every drop, moaning and grunting as she did. As his long tongue reached deep into her cunt, she came with a gush of liquid, splashing his hungry face. There was no going back now. He had to fuck her or go mad.

Picking her light, but topheavy, body up, he sat in his chair with her impaled on his cock. She rode him well, her hot rhythmic cunt moving up and down as if to an invisible melody. Hungrily he suckled her as she rode. And then, with her still on his cock, he got up and sat on the floor. They faced each other, sitting, joined. They held hands. He asked her to lean back and then return to the sitting position. She did the same. They continued this back and forth motion that produced a most wonderful stimulation of their joined parts.

But now he saw the growing desire in her eyes. She needed to be taken, and taken hard. Moving her onto all fours, he saw her red, swollen vulva inviting him. Leaning over her back, he grabbed her titty orbs and stuffed his thick hard salami into her sheath. Each time he thrust, she bucked. Hot juices ran together. Then he changed more to a squatting position and inserted his donkey dick straight down, reaching very very deep, hitting her cervix, moving into that place which would stretch for him to fuck without hurting her. He rammed his aching, horny fucker home.

She wiggled her sweet round ass as he pounded her. The language that came out of her mouth was astonishing. She swore like a trucker, and that excited him further. He felt her squeeze her cunt and that drove his cock into overdrive. He wanted to make her cunt raw; he wanted her to know how big and hard he was, and how he could possess her deeper than any other man. As her grunts and utterings became more frequent, he heard her growl and say: "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" That pushed him over the top. 

He stiffened and shuddered before releasing three or four thick ropes of cum into her hot snatch. He felt the contractions in her, and then a hot gush of liquid femcum as his cock continued pounding and shooting cum ropes. How much did he put in her? twelve? fifteen? twenty shots? Fuck! his balls were drained.

He went for some hand towels to help them clean up. She insisted on going into the bathroom with him, each cleaning the other off. When they were done, she examined his cock - it was still hard and throbbing. What a man! She knelt and wrapped her melons around it, moving them up and down, titfucking his enormous shaft, her hungry tongue licking its head. mmmmmmmmmmm. She loved huge hard cock and this man's meat was magnificent in size and girth. 

She heard him breathing hard again, and felt his balls. Damn! They still hung heavy, full of seed. She could tell he wanted to fuck again. And so did she. It had been a while since her cunt was ravaged. Back on the sofa they began to kiss and pet, like teenagers, working each other into a sexual frenzy. She could feel his semen slowly dripping out of her and thought she needed a second helping. . . . . 



Turnabout's Fair Play



Why didn't it surprise me to see the run-down office building...its exterior about ten years past needing a paint job, window shutters tilted or fallen from place. 

"Typical" I thought. "This cheapskate doesn't pay his bills or put a dime into anything but his own pocket"

The only car parked outside had me counting the number of accidents it had endured and where all the auto body repair shops must have run off too. Perhaps the heap couldn't make the distance any longer. 
I was already dreading having to meet and confront this dirt bag, but unfortunately some aspects of business were unpleasant and equally unavoidable. The guy simply refused to pay his bill and time had long ago run out. 

Impressions didn't improve upon entering the main office where its complete disarray and the stench of too many cigarettes were the first assaults to my senses. 

"Hello..." I called into the empty space. 

"Great! The SOB has dogged me again and split..." I was thinking angrily. Stepping forward to what could be construed to be a receptionist's desk, I was preparing to leave the resident bastard a scathing note when I heard the creaking of furniture off to my right. 

"Hello..." I called again, slowly walking towards the sound and entering a smaller, side office. I must have surprised the occupant because he was hurriedly tossing things around and stuffing drawers. Finished he pulled up to his desk and faced me. 

"Robert...?" I asked after he'd composed himself. 

"Yeah..." was the gruff reply. "Who are you?" he said in an annoyed tone. 

"It's me...you know, the guy you keep telling 'the check's in the mail' to?" I said as I approached the side of his desk. He was a big man and I felt getting closer and hovering over him would increase my "power" in the confrontation. How wrong I was. "I figured it about time to collect my money and we both know you cant lick a stamp." 

"The money, the money...yes..that" he began musing. 

He was definitely uncomfortable by my presence, so I was winning the battle. What I didn't realize then was how willingly I would soon surrender the war. With elbows planted on the desk, he faced forward and didn't want to face me. 

In complete control, I continued to dictate to him..."Yes, that...the money you've been lying to me about for the past two months. Why don't you cut me a check now so I can get out of here."

Standing over his still messy desk, my eye was drawn to a magazine protruding from a half closed drawer. There was nothing remarkable about it...unless you found the image of the young hard body with the impressive hard on remarkable...which I did. 

A bit disconcerted, I tried to stay "on message" and continued..."I don't think I've ever done business with someone like you. Is lying continually the way with you?" My voice and facial expressions were carrying out the game plan still, but my mind and eyes were on the picture and that tasty looking cock. My thought patterns were scattered now...and when I realized that I'd probably caught him jerking off looking at the magazine, my cock took advantage of me and started swelling nicely...filling my already tight underwear. 

Robert's head spun quickly as he counter-attacked ... " it was your screw ups that caused all the problems..." and he caught me while ogling that cock, my eyes transferring back to his face too slowly. 

"Ahhhh...yeah right..." I countered hesitantly and weakly...the first indication of my turning tail. 

There was an extended silence as we considered each other...too long a silence for me. Too exciting a silence from my own good...my heart was pumping hard now because of this embarrassing...and kinky situation...my cock throbbing in time with each pump. I was totally frozen in place, feeling my inner thoughts exposed and captured by this nasty man, yet strangely excited that he'd caught me! 

I'm silent as I watch his eyes slowly and openly course over my body...inspecting me...gauging my weakness. My cock pounds for release as I see him stop and stare at the obvious bulge in my pants...that I make no effort to conceal. I stand before him as exposed as if I wore not clothes at all. The tables have been turned and now he all the cards seem to be in his hand...I simply wait for him to deal them. I want him to make the next move...I "need" him to make the next move...

"Come in here to hassle me..." he spits out in a low, close whisper, his chair slowly turning away from his desk towards me. "All set to be a tough guy where you?" 

So frozen am I that I have to tug in quick breaths. My eyes left his and I acknowledging my desires by looking to his crotch...and was rewarded when he turned completely and revealed his full, thick and hard cock.

"What do you want more now asshole...your check or my cock?"

My answer came quickly...I was kneeling in seconds, my lips wrapped around his sweet cock! 

"Ahhhh...now there's my little bill collector...suck that baby."

I hardly heard a word he said, so complete was my worship to his manhood. Had he guessed my weakness for cock? Planned this whole affair and planted the magazine? I would wonder about that later...but my need now was only to suck and kiss the sweetness in my mouth. Savor the sweet bliss that comes over me only when another man's cock fills me. A full mushroom head, my tongue curled around its edges slowly...drinking up the resulting precum quickly lest it drain away and be wasted. 

Robert leaned back in his chair and allowed me my pleasures. At its fullest, his cock was a man-sized meal of some 8 or 10 inches...requiring stroking while my mouth lavished each crevice and edge with loving licks and kisses. 

"Mmmmmmm..." was all I said as I loved his tool like only another needy man can do. 

"I notice that ring on your finger" he said. "Married men make the best cocksuckers...they really do"

"Mmmmmmm..." I replied as I licked his pole my tongue probing his pee hole. Breaking away, I admired him from up close and said in a passion filled whisper "Its because we don't get cock often enough...and are sure to love it right when we do..." my lips and tongue quickly returning to their work. 

Grabbing my own balls and squeezing, my cock spewed cum into my underwear. "Ooooooo.." I moan Swallowing his head and sucking furiously as I squeezed my lemon dry!

A few minutes later, Robert instructed me to turn. Totally compliant and willing, I got on all fours and crawled a slight distance onto a throw rug. He worked my belt and hurriedly pulled my trousers and briefs down...exposing my firm ass. 

"Take me..." I whispered to him, lowering my head to the floor and raising my ass high for him to have. Fully expecting to feel his beautiful cock split my ass cheeks and slide to the hilt, I'm pleasantly surprised by what occurred next. 

"SMACK" his palm came down across my ass! 

"Ahhhhhh..." I quickly winced from the pleasurepain, but just as quickly raised my ass again...

"You cock sucking bill collector." SMACK "Think I give a shit about your bill?"

SMACK...SMACK

My ass cheeks are bouncing from his attentions...tingles of pleasure shoot to my brain and crotch. 

"This is the only payment you'll get from me..." SMACK again harder still! 

"Ohhhhh please...please pay me back...AHHHHHHHH YES SIR!" My cock is hard once again and throbs with each new swat of his hand. A tear collects in my eye as he takes me to new heights of pleasure with his furious assault...my ass bouncing up to meet his downward passes we gyrate in blissful rhythm.

The there is silence again. 

My ass is on fire! I could only imagine how red and glowing it must look. Somehow I was "proud" that he'd marked me...made me his in a way...and now he was preparing to make me his completely. 

Rising off the floor, he dropped his pants. In the mirror to my left I was able to see him, his considerable cock fully extended and hard...stretched out from him like a rod...soon to be planted deep within me.

Taking a handful of cum from my underwear, he "greased" his pole until it shone brightly. 

"That looks delicious Sir..." I told him... "but I'm sure it will feel even better..." 

Taking a bottle of lube from his desk, he massaged my aching ass with its cool smoothness...making certain...in a very pleasing way...to work my hole good. 

The he mounted me. 

"AHHHHHH..." I felt the sweet strain of my ass hole expanding and wrapping around him. Watching in the mirror I saw as he pushed each loving inch into me! "Give it to me baby..." I whispered and grunted. 

In a few moments he was in to the hilt and began to ride me like a cowboy rides his bull! 

"Ahhhh fuck me!"

"Ahhh...ahhhhhhhh...ahhhhhhhhhhh" he pushed from my mouth with each plunge deep into my hole. 

"Oooooooo you're a good bitch...mmmmmmmmm" he said. I watched his eyes close as he pumped down into me with increasing speed and ease. Rising my ass up to meet him, I tried to work my hole...grab and pull his cock as it deserved, but realized that his thickness made that unnecessary. We were so tight, he was getting a great ride anyway. 

In a few moments, I felt him go completely stiff within me...he'd reached the point of no return...and looking at him I saw his eyes roll back...his knees shiver...and then with a big moan he began to release into me. Pumping me deeply and fully...his sweet, hot cum pouring from his convulsing cock. 

"Ooooo that's right baby...fill me up...ahhhhhhh yesssssssss...mmmmmmm" I held my ass firmly in place to receive all of him, not wanting to miss a drop. "Pump it in there...ahhhhhhh."

Finally, he dropped to the floor next to me...completely spent, his breathing slowing. 

It was only fitting that I complete my tasks lick him clean while he rested, collecting his strength back. After all, I wasn't due back at the office until tomorrow...

Although I wouldn't admit it to him then (or for some time in fact) I couldn't get enough of his cock. You see, it is right...we married cock suckers simply don't get it enough. When a tool of this magnificence, drops into our mouths...well respect and care must be given...even if it is attached to an asshole!

By the end of the day, I'd satisfied Robert enough that he did cut that check...so everybody went home happy. My company got its cash...I'd gotten quite a fill of Robert's cum...and he, well he got himself a fairly regular fuck and could put those magazines away more often. 

You see...he continued to "get behind" in his payments...and of course I was always dispatched to collect the cash.  



Turnabout's Fair Play



"God, Janis! I can't believe how beautiful your tits are!"

I couldn't help it but my pregnant wife's tits were the best thing I'd seen in years, even better than the porn mags I kept under the sink. I moved closer behind her, watching her stroke her eyelashes with mascara while my hands slipped underneath her arms, sliding under her boobs, cupping and squeezing them. Janis huffed angrily and elbowed me in the stomach, whirling on me with an angry face.

"Rod, I can't get ready while you feel me up!"

"Sorry, hon, I can't help it. You're making me horny!"

Janis laughed, turning back to the mirror. "That only requires a stiff wind for you, Bobby."

I fell back on the bed, my hand dramatically across my face. "You wound me, darling." I listened to her laughter and watched her climb over me, rubbing those huge globes against my face and giggling when I licked at a passing nipple. I grabbed her and smiled into her eyes, my hands alternately caressing her breasts and distended stomach. "You're just look so beautiful, carrying our baby ... I just can't help it."

"But I'm too big and it hurts from behind."

"Well ... " I gave her my best smile and thickest charm. "There was something that we talked about before ... "

"I don't know, Bobby. It seems kind of ... "

"Strange? It's not strange if you love me."

I swear that I could feel my heart beating in my cock as I waited for her response. She leaned down, nuzzling her nose against mine. "Are you sure it's what you want?"

"Oh, yes." I took her hand and rubbed it against my root, showing her how much I was interested. She took the hint, turning her hand and fitting me into her palm. I shivered in anticipation, my entire body quivering. "I want it and I want you to give it to me."

Janis smiled at me, her dimples showing as she started unbuttoning my shirt and pressing kisses to my neck and chest. "I'll be right back."

I yanked off my shirt and was working on my shorts when she came back to bed, the object of my desire in her hands. She slipped off her panties and climbed on the bed, rubbing one head of the double-headed dildo across my lips. The slick plastic slid easily into my mouth and I sucked it in, warming the end that I knew would be, in just a few seconds, lodged deeply into my wife's cunt. I moved between her legs and gave her already wet pussy a few licks, then slowly slid the jellied prick into her, giving my own cock a squeeze when she groaned. I fitted the other end of the dildo through the holder and buckled the belt around her waist.

"How does it look?"

I forgot that she couldn't see with her belly being so large but I gave it a stroke and in the process, pushed the rubbed cock deeper into her. She moaned and shivered, closing her eyes. "How do you think you look? You look perfect!"

I bent down, gave the cock a few sucks, then lathered it with lube, fucking it with my fist. Janis stood, holding onto my shoulders while I brought her to an orgasm that had her toes curling. I added a bit more lube and slapped some between my ass cheeks. Janis took over from there, sinking her thumb in deep and making me howl in delight. My cock started dribbling pre-cum and I used it to stroke my meat, pressing into her hand and trying my best to fuck it but she laughed, pulling away.

"Aw, my poor baby's so desperate." The tone of her voice made my cock twitch. "He wants it in the ass so much that he'll take a teeny, tiny thumb." I felt her hands on my hips and she rubbed the dildo's thick head against my over-sensitive asshole. "You want this, don't you?"

"Yes." I hissed, squeezing my cock in an effort to keep from cumming. She knew that I loved being dominated; being teased was a bonus.

Janis began leaning into me and I felt the head pressing in. I widened my stance and pushed my anal muscles open, accepting the head and wincing at the tiny bit of pain. The lube worked its magic and the dildo slid home, filling my ass and bringing my wife's lovely body flush against my back, our baby gently bumping my spine. 

"How's that feel?"

I shivered at the heat in her voice and in her breath. "Fantastic."

She started moving and I braced us against the wall, shaking with the combination of the effort and the sensations pouring through my ass and cock. Her groans mingled with mine as the dildo lodged in her pussy stroked her inner walls and her juices ran down the insides of her legs. I reached back and scooped some of her cream onto my fingers, sucking on them as she slid in and out of my ass. I thought I was going to lose my mind when her soft hand found my cock and started stroking.

I don't remember anything but the pleasure. Janis started pounding me harder and she adjusted herself for comfort and hit my prostate just right. If the wall had been soft, my nails would have left deep marks. She was so fucking deep inside me, scraping my ass spot and stroking my throbbing cock that I became a quivering mass of jelly. It only took five minutes for me to cum and I thought the world had exploded. I unloaded into my wife's hand, pressing back against her and driving her to another orgasm.

We laid together, the dildo still lodged in our bodies and gasped for breath. "Oh, Janis." I panted, my ass still clutching as my cock twitched emptily. "That was fantastic."

"You deserve it, Bobby." She whispered, stroking my arm. "You've always taken care of me. Turnabout's fair play, don't you think?"

All I could do was smile. 



Turnabout's Fair Play



The fire crackled and threw flickering light into the room; dozens upon dozens of candles were placed in every spot possible. A large white fur rug was in front of the fireplace and next to it sat a small table, about a foot high, just big enough for the wine bottle and two glasses that it held.

"Oh, Dean, it's perfect," Sara breathlessly exclaimed as she stood wide-eyed in the doorway gazing up upon the scene in front of her. He had captured her fantasy exactly and she was more than ready to reward him for his efforts. A red rose appeared in front of her face. "Oh!, where did you have this hidden?"

"Never you mind, just relax and let me take care of you," he said as he eased her coat off her shoulders. Dean led Sara over to the rug and she sat down while he poured the wine and handed her a glass before seating himself next to her. "Your dream come true?"

"Oh yes, everything is just as I'd hoped," she replied before taking a sip of wine. He placed his glass back on the table untouched.

"Did you know that your eyes sparkle beautifully in this light?" He leaned closer to her and ran his finger down her cheek as light as a spring breeze. She didn't seem to notice as he took the glass from her hand and placed it back on the table. Dean puller her closer to him and nuzzled her ear as her vanilla scented perfume enveloped him. He trailed little kisses along her neck until he reached her ear and caught it between his teeth. Gently he tugged as she moaned his name.

She cupped her hand behind his head and gently pulled him to face her. Her eyes were unfocused with her desire. He freed the top button of her red satin blouse and it parted to show more of her cleavage; her breasts rose and fell with her erratic breathing. He worked his way down the column of buttons until he reached the waistband of her leather skirt. His eyes traveled up the wide 'v' shaped expanse of skin that he had revealed, only the black lace bra she wore broke it.

She plucked at his sweater, "If you get to see then so do I." Grinning, he complied and removed his sweater.

"But, now I'm showing more than you are," she raised her hands to remove her blouse and prove him wrong, "no, let me." Dean slide his hands under her shirt and pushed it back over her shoulders, pulling free from her waistband and finally releasing her arms. He cupped his hands over her bra and then skimmed his tongue across her skin along the black lace. She leaned forward into his touch and moaned. He kissed and licked all the exposed flesh while rubbing her nipples through the bra with his thumbs. After he had teased her nipples into hard little points he unhooked the clasp buried in her cleavage and her breasts fell free of the confines of the bra. Sara shrugged it off quickly, eager to get back to the new and wonderful sensations. She had never felt anything such as this and didn't want to miss one bit of it. She gasped loudly as he gently pinched one nipple between his thumb and forefinger and his lips enclosed the other. Dean's tongue stroked over her nipple. Sara could feel the tingling between her legs growing and spreading through her body. She shifted to try and ease the sensation. Dean looked up from his ministrations at her movement.

"Did you want to get more comfortable?"

"Mmm, yes." He spread her legs to either side of him and ran his hands up her knee-high leather boots.

"Shall we get rid of these?"

"Please."

Dean caught the zippers and pulled then down, the purring sound filling the room. Sara unconsciously ran her fingertips over her breasts as he parted her legs when he ran his hands up her thighs after pulling off her stiletto boots. From this position he could just barely glimpse the black lace covering her crotch under the very short skirt.

He trailed kisses up her thighs as he slid his hands under the leather that just barely covered her round ass. He squeezed the round cheeks. He could already smell her excitement and see the damp spot on her panties. He stroked her thighs and ass as he licked and nibbled her panty covered mound. The lace was completely soaked by the time he paused to glance up her body to see her caressing her breasts. Sara's eyes were shut and her lips parted as she sighed and trembled beneath him. He moved so he could kiss and gently bite her nipples, passing to and fro from one to the other. He kissed his way back down to her pussy as he pulled the little scrap of lace down her legs. This time Dean ran his fingers over her slick folds and gently spread them apart. He leaned down and danced his tongue over her clit, occasionally licking from the bottom of her slit all the way back up. Her moans and little cries filled the room . He very slowly slid one finger into her, just to the first knuckle. She hadn't been lying when she said she was a virgin and her tightness surprised and excited him more. This was going to be good.

Dean slowly worked his finger in and out of her until he was sliding it all the way in each time. He then started over again, this time with two fingers. With his free hand he undid his belt and pants then worked them down until he could kick them off. He pressed the head of his hard dick against her cunt and slid it up and down, spreading her moisture on the crown. He then crawled back up her body.

"Dean, please, I want you, please," Sara's hands fluttered over his arms and chest.

"Yes love, soon, I just want to make sure you're ready."

"I am, please," she pressed her hips against him. He chuckled deep in his throat at her eagerness. He placed his dick at her opening and ever so gently pushed until the head popped in. He could feel her pressing around him, pulling and sucking him deeper in. He slowly began sliding in and out going a little deeper each time.

Sara was in pure ecstasy as he slowly filled her more and more each time. In the haze of the sex the ever so quiet grating of floor panels sliding away and the click of the handcuffs around her wrists didn't' even register. When Dean stopped sliding in to her she raised her hands to pull him closer. Rather, she attempted to. Her warm sexual haze quickly evaporated when she realized she was handcuffed to the floor.

"Dean, what are you doing? Let me out of these."

"All in good time my little slut."

"How dare you call me that! Now let me go!"

Before she realized what he was doing he had also handcuffed her left leg. She kicked at him and he caught her flailing right leg. Her struggling seemed to not phase him in the least as he pulled her foot over to him and clicked the last set of handcuffs around her ankle.

"Dean, damn it, let me go! You can't do this!"

"Looks like I am, and I'll let you go when I'm ready to. I'll teach you not to wear those tight clothes ans show off then refuse to lend a hand." He pulled his belt from the loops on his pants and folded it in half. He began slapping it against her legs and stomach. At first it was just hard enough to sting but soon he was increasing the force.

"Ow! Stop, please, I'll do what you want, just stop hitting me! Please stop!" Sara began begging when red welts started appearing. Dean simply went back to the barely stinging lows, this time switching between her breasts each time. She cried out in pain but her nipples were standing stiff and erect. He knelt on his knees astride her stomach and leaned forward to catch a peak in his mouth. His tongue caressed and licked and a moan escaped her lips in spite of herself. Some of the sting had gone by the time he moved to her other breast. Since her eyes were closed she didn't' see the belt coming again. The leather landed directly on her nipple causing her to cry out. Dean had returned to a kneeling position and was stroking himself as he slowly and deliberately struck her nipples, first one then the other. Sara cried out with each hit and attempted to twist away from the descending blows. To her complete dismay she was getting wet again. Dean reached back and ran his fingers over her moist cunt. He grinned as he gathered her moisture on his fingertips.

"Here, see how sweet you taste," he wiped his fingers over her lips before moving back so he had access to her pussy again. Sara began pleading when she realized what he planned to do next, even though the thought of that sharp sting made her even more excited. She tied to twist out of the path but there was nowhere to go. Her hips actually thrust up after the sharp sting to her begging clit and pleasure spread throughout her body.

"I knew you'd get off on this, you little slut," Dean brought the belt down again. He kept a slow steady pace and Sara began moaning with each contact. She could feel the pressure building up inside her and she desperately needed release.

"What is the meaning of this?" A cold steely voice broke into Dean's consciousness. Dean dropped the belt and whirled to stare in shock at his mistress. He crossed his feet at the ankles and pressed his nose to the wood floor.

"Mistress Rani, I thought you were out of town!" Sara opened her eyes when the expected swat from the belt did not come again and realized another woman had joined them. The tall woman crossed the floor in just a few strides and Dean pivoted so that he was always facing her. She stood next to Sara's head with her legs spread and Sara could see right up the very short latex skirt to her bald pussy. Her gaze traveled up and took in the latex bodice that was laced very tightly, her angular but very attractive face and the shoulder length auburn hair.

Rani surveyed the red marks on Sara's body and noted the belt laying where Dean had dropped it when she arrived.

"Looks like somebody's been bad enough to be punished, but who, that's my question. I don't think it was you," she nudged Sara with the toe of her black latex thigh high boot, "so that really only leaves you." Rani turned to Dean, "Go get the chest, bring it here."

"Yes Mistress," Dean was moving forward before he was even fully upright.

"Seems such a shame to leave you just waiting though," Rani sank to her knees above Sara's head and began kissing and caressing her reddened breasts.

"I, I've never ...."

"Then we'll have to break you in, the right way, not like that worm was trying to." Rani stretched out and began tonguing Sara's pussy. This move also put Sara's head right between Rani's legs and she inhaled the other woman's scent. As soon as Sara began moaning Rani lowered her pussy to Sara's mouth. Surprised, Sara froze; then she tentatively licked. She found the taste to be rather nice and returned for another taste. She slowly copied each thing Rani did to her and was rewarded with moans. Suddenly it was as if a dam within her had burst and pleasure rocked her body as she came in Rani's mouth. She let out a long moan as every nerve in her body tingled.

Rani knelt beside Sara and gently stroked Sara's heaving breasts. She glanced to the left and saw that Dean had returned with the chest and was kneeling beside it in his pose of respect.

"You misbegotten worm, she would have done anything you had asked of her, had you done it right. Since you feel that you have the right to strike a woman though, you pay the price. Where are the keys to the handcuffs? I think I have a little plan for you worm." Rani snapped her fingers and snatched the proffered keys from Dean's hand.

"I'm going to let you go, you're going to assist in the punishment." Rani said as she knelt to unlock Sara's handcuffs.

"Okay ... Mistress." Sara sat up when her wrists were freed and rubbed her arms as Rani released her legs. She moved a bit so she was no longer sitting on the damp spot in the middle of the rug. She watched as Rani grabbed Dean by the hair and led him over to Sara, she shoved his nose into the wetness.

"I did that, not you. Understand? You have no power here."

"Yes Mistress. I have no power Mistress." Rani motioned Sara to pick the belt up and join her behind Dean. After a couple more pantomimes Sara understood her first task. The belt stinging across Dean's ass caused him to jump a bit. Though he had lost a bit of his hardness while Rani had enjoyed Sara he was rock hard again after only a couple more hard whacks with the belt. Sara didn't bother to ease into the force but started out leaving red stripes on his ass each time the leather met flesh. Rani laid her hand on Sara's arm after about twenty lashes and took the belt from her. She caught the loop of the belt around his hard dick and pulled it back between his legs a bit.

"We'll need this out of the way, otherwise he may end our fun prematurely. Dean, go stand in the corner while we talk."

"Yes Mistress."

Rani scooped up the two glasses of wine still on the table and headed into the kitchen. At Rani's command Sara grabbed the bottle of wine and self consciously followed her into the large kitchen. Rani opened the fridge and grabbed another chilled wine bottle from within. They took seats at the island and in answering Rani's questioning Sara explained that she had met Dean on the subway. He had seemed a nice guy, and after making small talk during the ride for several weeks she had accepted when he asked her to impromptu dinner one night. The became more serious but she still had only known him for six months.

"He seemed perfect, enough common interest to give us something to talk about but other interests too so we still had our own lives."

"He's a little perv, but that's okay, we know what to do about that."

"We do?"

"I'll show you," Rani answered Sara. "Speaking of which, we should go check on our little pet." Sara followed Rani out of the kitchen. Dead was still standing in the corner and was not in such a state of excitement. Rani grabbed the belt off the floor and looped it around Dean's neck to lead him back to the play room. Sara brought up the rear of the little procession. The belt slid loose from Dean't neck and Rani wondered over to the far wall where many toys were hanging or otherwise on display.

Sara's eyes grew large as she tried to take it all in. Spaced out across the room were several contraptions she couldn't even begin to imagine what they would be used for. In the corner to her left stood a cage, just big enough for one person but not enough room for them to do anything other than stand.

"Feel free to look around Sara, I'm sure Dean would have brought you back here eventually." Rani said as she returned to Dean. She handed him a small piece of hard leather that was cupped and had leather thongs attached. Dean tucked his now completely flaccid dick and balls into the cupped part and held it there while he spread his legs. Rani stepped behind him, took the top ties and tied them tightly around his waist. She brought the lower ties down between his legs and up then around to his sides before tying them to the leather encircling his waist. She checked the fit and made sure it was very snug and getting rid of any slack in the leather thongs. She told Dean to stand next to the twin bed before she returned to the back wall. Sara wondered over to the door lining the right wall and found costumes of all sorts hanging behind them. She then joined Rani in the back and let her gaze rove over the huge selection of toys. The wall was filled with vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, and strap-ons of all shapes and sizes. There were crops and whips of all lengths and numerous handcuffs. She stopped at one particularly large strap on and gently ran her finger down it. Rani laughed at the sheer lust on her face.

"I don't think you could take that one just yet, but I'd help you work up to it."

"I'd like to try, I mean, just once," Sara breathed.

"Of course, but in the mean time, come here," Rani took her by the hand and pulled her close for a deep kiss before leading her back to the bed.

"Dean, you are encouraged to watch, in fact, move around as you need to to make sure you can see as much as possible. You will not touch your self or us at all."

"Yes Mistress."

Rani gently pulled Sara onto the bed beside her. Rani's lips pressed against Sara's and her tongue teased the seam of Sara's lips. Sara parted her lips and welcomed Rani to explore. Their tongues slid wetly against each other. Sara's hands wondered over Rani's arms and shoulders before settling on her breasts, they just filled her cupped hands. Sara lightly ran her fingertips over the smooth skin then stroked the mounds a little harder. She reluctantly broke the kiss. She licked the taut nipple before slipping her lips around it and sucking as well. Rani moaned above her when she ran her teeth over the bumpy surface. The feel against her tongue was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Sara spent many minutes exploring the firm breasts and learning what caused Rani to moan or gasp. Finally she moved further down so she was laying between Rani's spread legs. Rani waited patiently while Sara softly examined her. Sara had never really looked at girls before and she slowly explored the wet folds, first with her eyes and fingers, then again with her lips and tongue. The sweet taste of Rani's excitement flowed into her mouth. Rani tangled her fingers in Sara's hair and urged her closer. Sara swirled her tongue around Rani's clit before sucking it into her mouth. She gently raked her teeth over it remembering how sensitive she got there after awhile. She slowly slid her finger into Rain's moist canal and stroked the interior walls. Rani flexed around her as an orgasm crashed through her.

After Rani's trembling had abated a bit she pulled Sara up to her and tasted herself on Sara's mouth. Rani then positioned herself so they were laying on their sides in the classic sixty-nine. She pointed at one of the toys on the table and Dean quickly handed it to her, being very careful lest his fingers graze hers. Rani began with the same ministrations that Sara had given her. In no time at all Sara was soaking wet. Rani began sliding the slim vibrator in and out of Sara. Sara gasped and jumped when Rain turned the dial at the base and it began it's pulsing. As yet another orgasm thundered through Sara Rani noticed the toy Dean had placed next to her. It was the next larger vibrator that she had pulled off the wall, average sized and formed to be as life like as possible down to a pair of balls that proved to be a good handhold. Dean would have to be rewarded for paying attention, later. She tossed the slim vibe to the side and began slowly working the other one into Sara. She could sense Dean moving around the bed and assumed he was moving to get a better look at the toy sliding into Sara. He was but first he took the newly discarded toy and placed it near Sara's hand where she could see it. Rani's breath caught in her throat when she felt Sara spreading her lips and sliding the vibe in and out of her. Sara's finger rested over Rani's clit and she occasionally rubbed her finger back and forth. Sara matched Rani thrust for thrust and when Rani noticed she sped up her thrusts.

Dean circled the bed watching the two women pounding away at each other. His cock pressed painfully against the hard leather. His hands itched to undo the leather thongs and masturbate. He knew he dared not though, if he behaved maybe his punishment wouldn't be quite so bad. He wanted to please his mistress, it had just been so long since he'd had control over anything. He was the lowest of the low at work and mistress always made sure he remembered his place in the bedroom. He now feared that she would be so displeased with him that she would order him away. While he had been planning this tryst it had never occurred to him but it had been brought home in one earth shattering moment.

The moans and little cries of the women reached a fever pitch as they both orgasmed. They lay back on the bed, breasts heaving after their exertions. Rani motioned to Dean and he leaned down and slowly pulled the vibrator from Sara and cleaned it then her with his mouth. He glanced at his mistress and at her nod moved around the bed and repeated his actions on her.




Turnabout's Fair Play



"Dean, go get water for us."

"Yes Mistress," he quickly made for the kitchen. Within moments he had returned carrying a try that held two chilled glass mugs, a small bucket of ice and a pitcher of water. He sat the tray on the small table and made their drinks. Rani grasped Sara's hand and they pulled each other to a sitting position. Sara grinned as she met Rani's gaze. She had never thought sex would be like that nor that another woman could give her that much pleasure.

"I do hope I've overcome any misconceptions Dean managed to give you about sex."

"Oh, yes, many times over." After they had rested a moment Rani turned her attention back to Dean.

"Your punishment will be, interesting. I think we'll start on the low T-bar." Dean nodded and took his place behind the metal bar mounted to the floor. The bar on the top was longer than his legs could spread while on his knees so he couldn't pull forward and the hight was adjusted so his ass was high in the air. Rani had originally trained him on this so he would know the correct position for kneeling to her.

Rani led Sara back to the wall and picked out another slim vibrator as well as a strap on and lube. Both women settled in behind Dean. He felt exposed and vulnerable because of how he was positioned. Rani guided Sara's hands to Dean's balls and showed her how to caress them. Dean jumped a bit in surprise at the light touch. Rani leaned forward and undid the leather ties holding the hard shield over his dick. His erection quickly grew and Sara wrapped her fingers around it. She was surprised at how smooth the skin was, almost velvety. Rani walked around Dean quickly fastening the restraints attached to the base bar so he was held at the wrists and ankles. He flinched and flexed his ass closed when she ran her finger over his puckered hole. He received a quick hard slap to each cheek when he attempted to pull away from her lubed finger pressing into him. Then he dared to speak.

"Mistress, you said this would wait until I was ready."

"You broke your half of the contract by bringing Sara here, therefore your concerns are no longer of any value."

"I'm rather glad he brought me here," Sara giggled.

"I am too dear, but he still needs to be punished," Rani answered as she caressed Sara's hair. At Sara's look of adoration Rani knew she had acquired another submissive. Rani quickly lubed Dean up, working two fingers into his ass slowly, the the small vibrator when he was relaxed enough. Dean couldn't believe how hard he got when she slid the vibe in and out of his ass. Rani handed Sara the harness for the strap on as she continued to work the toy in and out of his ass. Through Rani's motions Sara managed to slide the inner dildo into herself and buckle the straps correctly. The fleshy penis hanging down from her crotch was larger than the one currently held inside her. She ran her fingertips over the silicone toy and quickly spread the lube over it when Rani squirted some on the end with her free hand. Dean was actually rocking back to meet the vibe when Rani took it from him. He knew not to say anything but he already missed the little vibrator. If he had known it would feel that good he would have let Mistress do that long ago.

"Because this should be punishment that will be all the build up you'll get. Had you behaved I would have saved this next bit for when you were ready. And Dean? You're still not allowed to cum." Sara moved behind Dean and placed the head of the strap on at his hole. At Rani's nod she slowly pressed it in, all the way to the base in one smooth stroke. She stayed there while Dean worked his way though the pain. His whole body had tensed up but no sound had escaped from him. Rani patted his head.

"Such a good worm, though, you look more like a dog now."

After Dean relaxed a little Sara pulled all the way out and slid back in. She could feel the other dildo inside her moving as she moved. The little ridges right above it rubbed against her clit. Sara's rhythm slowly sped up until she was steadily thrusting into Dean so she could feel the toy inside her better. Rani reached around from behind Sara to stroke her breasts and lightly pinch the erect nipples. She slid her hands down Sara's sides to her waist and flicked the little switch on the harness. Both dildos began to vibrate causing Sara and Dean to gasp. Dean was obviously enjoying the filled feeling in his ass. Rani lay down in front of him with her pussy in his face and rested her heels on his shoulders.

"Be a good doggy and lick." Dean eagerly lowered his head and began eating his beloved Mistress out. He thrust his tongue into her and nibbled at her clit. Rani watched Sara over his back and smiled as she watched the orgasm building in her. She could feel her own doing the same. "Doggy, you can cum, after I have." She chuckled as his efforts doubled. To tease and torment a bit more she held her orgasm back for a little bit but she could finally resist no longer. Dean felt her thighs tighten around his head and her clit throb under his tongue and as he licked up her sweet juices he knew he would finally have his. Seconds later he moaned into her as his cock throbbed and spurted thick ropes of cum onto the floor below him. Sara cried out as she orgasmed again too. They each grew quiet and still as they recovered. Rani finally got up and went to help Sara turn off and remove the harness. Dean gave a quiet moan as the head popped out of his ass.

"Let's go to the hot tub out back," Rani suggested to Sara.

"Oh, that's sounds nice, but, what about him?"

"Hmm," Rani moved a new toy over behind Dean. "This should be good." The toy was a large box and a pole stuck out of it by about ten inches. On the end of the pole was a rubber dick. Rani placed the head at Dean's ass then fiddled with a few buttons on the side. The pole slowly lengthened and shoved the toy into Dean's ass, just as it bottomed out it began to retract so the toy slid back out.

"That's the slowest setting, I'm sure he'll be able to handle that. Dean, feel free to cum any time you need to. It may very well be awhile before you get that privilege again." Rani slipped her hand into Sara's and headed for the door. Neither Sara nor Dean had seen her palm the small remote for the toy, and the hot tub was well within range.



Turnabout's Fair Play



The halls of the stately old building were full of students and professors, chatting and laughing, some looking worried, others hurrying, brushing past the slower moving traffic. The walls were adorned with large red foil hearts, streamers and cute little Cupid cutouts in honor of Valentine's Day. She thought they looked rather tacky against the rich wood and elegant decor. Amber stopped before the large, double doors of Auditorium C, and checked the notice on the door. It had a border of red hearts around the words, "Prehistoric Anatomy, Professor Stewart Marsdale, 5 P.M." She was in the right place. The class wasn't scheduled to start for another 40 minutes, but that was okay. She'd planned to arrive early. It was vital that she be the first to arrive.

The door creaked a bit as she opened it and looked inside. The huge space was empty of other people. Rows of dark wood chairs with green padded seats stretched out to either side of the steps leading down to the front of the room. There was a stage, with a podium, a small table and a large screen on the wall behind it. She slipped inside and hurried down the center stairs to the bottom, up the four steps to the stage, and across to the podium. 

The podium was an old style upright box of polished mahogany, with fancy trim and a dark green curtain covering the opening at the back. Amber parted the curtains, then reached in and removed the single shelf, bracing it against the front wall of the box. Then she crawled inside and tugged her little bag of supplies in after her, grinning in anticipation. Making herself as comfortable as possible, she pulled the curtain closed, stifling a nervous laugh when she heard the door open and several students entered the auditorium, talking loudly. Their voices echoed in the cavernous space, but to Amber, secreted inside the podium on the stage, they were too muffled to understand. That was close, she thought, I barely made it here in time! 

She settled in to wait, remembering how she'd met Dr. Stewart Marsdale. It was right after Thanksgiving and she'd driven all night from her parent's house, arriving in the parking lot of her condo building a little after 6am. As she parked, she saw a man she'd never seen before exiting her building. He was tall, with thick dark hair, and he wore an expensive looking suit. He moved with an easy kind of masculine grace, and she watched him curiously as he unlocked and got into a silvery gray Mercedes. She figured he'd stayed the night with some lucky woman in the building. He wasn't her usual type, but she found herself strangely jealous of that other woman. The next afternoon, as she was coming in lugging bags from the grocery store, he'd entered the lobby right behind her, arriving in time to hold the door for her.

"Need some help?" he asked, and she looked up into the most beautiful blue eyes she'd ever seen on a man. His lashes were sinfully long and full, which gave him a sensual look, but the rest of his face was masculine and strong. Except for his cute little gold framed glasses. Amber had stared at him in silence for several seconds, then forced herself to speak.

"Oh, no, thanks, I've got it."

She nearly swooned when he smiled. It did something to his features that lit her up like a roman candle.

"Let me at least press the elevator buttons for you." He walked over and pressed the up button, then turned to face her. "Which floor are you on?"

"What? Oh, um, fourth floor. Thank you." Inside, she was going crazy. Not only was he gorgeous, he had an accent! She loved men with accents.

He smiled again, and she noticed that it was a rather shy smile. When the elevator doors opened, he stepped half-way in and pressed her floor, then held the door so she could board.

"Thanks," she said, and realized she'd thanked him three times already. Get a grip! Say something witty! But her mind was functioning as well as frozen lava.

"Have a nice day," he said, and stepped back so the doors could slide shut.

During the following week, she'd seen him from her window several times, always alone. In fact, she spent an inordinate amount of time looking out her window that week. He was always dressed in a suit, and she figured he was a lawyer or a corporate big-wig, and that he must have moved in while she was on vacation. She kicked herself for not noticing if he wore a wedding ring. 

On Saturday, she decided to go for a run. She left by the rear exit, which opened onto a narrow parkland area, beyond which were the docks on the lake. There were 12 slips, and with 40 units in the building, they didn't come available very often. A variety of craft lined the narrow walkways, and though Amber didn't own a boat, she loved watching them. She usually took her runs out this way, running along the lake shore. She did some stretches to warm up, while she checked out the boats. She wasn't surprised to see several missing as it was an unusually warm day. There were people moving about on several of the remaining boats, getting ready to head out. Right up front was a new one, a real beauty. It was about 30' long, white with bright red trim and gleaming brass rails. A man was hunched over on the far side of the deck. When he stood up, Amber froze. It was him.

She watched him move around the boat as she began to walk towards the jogging trail. Just as she was about to turn off onto the trail, he saw her.

"Hallo! Did you get your groceries up safely, then?" he called. So, she thought, he remembered her. A little thrill went up her spine.

"Yes, thanks," she answered, and winced. Thank you, once again. She sounded like a broken record.

"Beautiful day," he said. His fingers drummed against the rail of the boat, a surprisingly nervous looking gesture.

"It is. I'm going for a run around the lake. You have a beautiful boat."

He smiled, and looked more comfortable. "Thank you! She's my only real self-indulgence. Would you like to come aboard for a tour?" The words seemed to rush out of him, as if he had to say them quickly or they wouldn't come out at all.

Amber looked at him. He was even better looking today, in his cut-offs and blue t-shirt. His thick hair ruffled in the slight breeze as he stared down at her, waiting. His hands had a fierce grip on the railing. He was nervous, she realized, nervous asking her aboard. She thought about what he was seeing. She was 5'6' tall, with long straight blond hair, currently pulled back in a pony tail. She wore snug cotton shorts and a fitted t-shirt, which showed off her generous curves to perfection. She wasn't the shy, retiring type, and loved to show off her great body. She smiled at him and accepted his offer.

She smiled again now, remembering that day. He'd taken her out on the lake, and they'd talked and talked. He'd told her he was a professor at the local college, and had just moved here from Austria. Best of all, he wasn't married, and he was as nervous as she'd suspected. For such a good-looking, intelligent man, he was amazingly shy around women. She'd delighted in flirting with him, and even managed to make him blush.

They made love on the second date, which he confessed was out of character for him. Despite his shyness and reserved manner, he'd turned out to be surprisingly creative in bed. He was inexperienced in a lot of things, but was open to trying just about anything.

Amber nearly laughed out loud when she recalled one position in the Kama Sutra they'd tried out. He'd ended up with a massive charley horse and Amber had been howling with laughter. He was bit put out about that, but she couldn't help it. He'd been limping around in a circle cursing like a sailor, waving his hands in the air. It was one of the funniest things she'd ever seen, the ever-so-proper in public professor, stark naked with his dick bobbing around in front of him while he ranted and raved. Amber fought to stifle another bout of giggles at the memory.

She rather liked his conservative professor demeanor, so different from the type of men she usually dated. Stewart affectionately called her his voluptuary antipode, 'voluptuous opposite', because she'd told him he was sexy when he used big words. They did appear to be opposites. She was bubbly and outgoing and dressed to show off, while he was a bit uptight and reserved. In private though, he was very sensual. He was also generous, sweet, funny and a complete gentleman. She was head over heels for him. 

Amber was drawn out of her reverie when there was thump nearby, and Stewart's polished Italian loafers appeared at the edge of the curtain, making her smile. He switched on the microphone.

"All right, everyone, take your seats please. I'd like to get started on time." His smooth baritone filled the room, and the subdued conversation of the students trailed off into the squeaks and shuffling of people settling into their seats.

"Thank you. Before I begin, I'd like to announce that I finished grading the quiz, and the results were quite dismal." A deep silence settled over the room. "I expect more from you, at this stage in your education. Really, you must prove yourself to be smarter than the creatures we study in order to pass this course." There was a short burst of nervous laughter, then silence.

Amber could picture him, dark hair neatly trimmed and combed, clothed in a custom suit, his blue eyes cold with displeasure. "I took quite a bit of time commenting on your papers. I expect you to read my remarks, and take them to heart. I also expect you to pay more attention during my lectures. My grading will only get tougher as we go." He let another silence fill the room and then shuffled his notes. The lights dimmed and the big screen above him lit up. Amber could see the glow.

"At the end of our last class, we were discussing the osteology of the Ceratopsian in the late Creteceous period."

Now that he was into his lecture, Amber got to work. She parted the curtains a few inches, then reached out to tug, every so gently, at his zipper. She'd oiled it after it came back from the cleaners, so it would slide easily. She heard Stewart continuing with his lecture.

"Can anyone explain why the fulcrum of the jaw made this particular fellow maladroit when it came to eating large prey?"

Amber got the zipper all the way down. Now came the tricky part. A student was answering the question as she parted the front of his boxer brief. She laughed under her breath when he went very still. Smiling, she reached in and tugged him out, running her fingers lightly over the tip. Always a sure way to get him going.

The student stopped speaking, and there was a brief silence. Stewart cleared his throat. "Thank you, that is correct." Amber licked the tip, then ran her tongue around and under the bulbous head. Stewart swallowed, apparently having taken a moment to take a drink of water. He was getting hard now. He cleared his throat again, then resumed his lecture.

Amber wasn't listening to his words, just his voice. His voice alone could get her wet. Having him in her mouth really turned her on. She sucked, eager for that first taste of pre-cum, as delicious to her as her grandmother's bumbleberry pie. His shaft grew thick and hot inside her mouth, and she moaned softly. The vibration made him stumble over his words, and she laughed as he coughed, then got himself back on track. His voice flowed over her, as if he were caressing her skin, making her shiver. She encircled him with her fingers, pushing down his shaft, then pulling back up to meet her lips. She loved the feel of it, velvet over steel. Her tongue continued laving him as she sucked. He grew even harder. Amber relaxed her throat and took all of him in, running her tongue along the base. She reached out and cupped his sac, running her finger lightly over the ultra soft skin behind it.

Suddenly, he barked, "Stop!"

Amber froze, and apparently so did everyone else. There was utter silence for several long, long moments. Then Stewart said, "If texting on your phone is more important than passing this class, you may leave now." There was subdued laughter from the other students.

Amber smiled. Good save, she thought, and went back to work. Her other hand moved between her own legs. Luckily she was wearing a skirt. God, she was so turned on!

After several more minutes, she knew he was close. She'd tasted pre-cum, and he was rock hard and breathing deeply. His body was trembling as he tried to control the urge to pump in and out of her mouth. The thought of having so much control over him, and all those people out there, almost pushed her over the edge. He stumbled over his words, then finally got out, "Can we please start the film now?" A moment later it got even darker, and loud music filled the room. Amber pumped harder, sucked harder, urging him on, and with one forward thrust of his hips, he filled her mouth, pushing down her throat. Hot, salty cum shot into her, as he pulsed and throbbed. Amber moaned out loud, nearly coming herself. She let him go when he pulled back, but kept her hand under his penis, so it didn't drip on his suit. She picked up the towel she'd brought and cleaned him up. After a last loving kiss, she tucked him back in and eased his zipper up.

The movie wasn't very long. When it ended, Stewart made a few comments, assigned some homework, and dismissed the class. The students shuffled forward to pick up their test papers and then out quietly but quickly, as if afraid if they made too much noise he'd change his mind about letting class out early. Amber smiled. Not a chance. She heard several wish him a happy Valentine's Day. They had no idea, she thought as laughter bubbled inside her.

Stewart returned to the podium, but Amber could still hear other voices, so she stayed put. He dropped his pen, and bent over to pick it up.

"Happy Valentine's Day," Amber whispered, smiling at him from the narrow opening in the curtain.

He flashed her a quick grin and mouthed, "Bad girl!" before he stood back up.

Several students wanted to ask questions, so he moved to the front of the stage. Amber waited patiently.

Ten minutes later, she heard his footsteps approaching. She couldn't hear any more voices, but she wouldn't risk it. She was jolted a moment later when Stewart said in a surprised voice, "Dean Widmer, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Oh, my God, Amber thought, the dean of the college was here! She focused on breathing quietly and didn't dare move a muscle. She was sweating.

They spoke for several minutes before Amber heard Stewart saying goodbye. She listened hard, and could just make out the dean's retreating footsteps. Stewart moved back behind the podium, then dropped his pen again. 

"Don't move," he whispered. She nodded, eyes wide.

Stewart stood there, doing something on top of the podium, and then there were more approaching footsteps.

It was a student, wanting to discuss her grade on the quiz. "Not today, Miss Littleton. I'm heartily sick of that quiz myself right now. Make an appointment to see me during office hours, and we'll discuss it then."

The student, apparently being somewhat dense, asked a question about it anyway, and Stewart huffed in irritation. She loved when he did that, it was so cute. She was smiling when suddenly a white envelope was shoved between the edges of the curtain, nearly hitting her nose. She drew back in surprise, then plucked it out of his fingers.

It wasn't sealed. She opened it as quietly as she could, and drew out a single sheet of paper. Something shiny in the bottom of the envelope caught her eye and she dumped it out onto her palm, then stared at it dumbly. It was a ring, gold, with a round diamond solitaire. Delicate scroll work decorated the edges of the band. She looked at the paper in her other hand. It was hard to make out in the dim light, but she read it over and over. 'Will you marry me?' was printed in Stewart's precise hand. 

Comprehension sank in, and Amber clamped a hand over her mouth, stifling the emotions that wanted to erupt. Shock, joy, and a bit of anger that he'd done this to her. 

It seemed forever before the persistent student finally left. Stewart didn't say a word until the doors creaked closed.

"Okay, hurry, before someone else comes in." He held out a hand to help her out. Her legs didn't want to cooperate, and she wobbled as pins and needles raced over her skin. He put a solid arm around her waist and helped her over to the edge of the stage, where they both sat down.

"Are you serious? How could you? You can't be serious. I can't believe you did this! I nearly crapped myself! How could..." Stewart kissed her, shutting her up. She went still, then relaxed against him, kissing him back. He pulled back before it got deep.

"Yes, I'm serious," he said, looking into her eyes.

She groaned. "Stewart James Marsdale, I swear I will never forgive you for this! How am I supposed to tell people how you proposed? You know people always want to know. What will I tell my mother? My grandmother? Oh, my God!"

Stewart grinned, totally unrepentant. "Well, you're the one who crawled into the lectern and did something naughty. I was going to ask you tonight, at dinner, but I changed my mind."

She looked at him, still rocked to the core. She'd wanted to do something risque, have sex somewhere they risked getting caught. He'd been reluctant, so she'd decided not to give him a choice, which is what had brought them to today's events. "So, turnabout is fair play?"

He chuckled. "Definitely."

Amber shook her head, then looked down at the ring in her hand. Stewart picked it up and placed it at the end of her ring finger. "Will you make me the luckiest man in the world and be my wife?" he asked softly.

Tears flooded her eyes as she nodded. "Yes. Yes, you jerk." They both laughed, and he slipped the ring on.

"Oh, wow," she breathed, admiring it, then laughed again. "I am so going to have to make up a story."

"Well, you are a writer. You'll think of something." Stewart kissed her again, then stood, tugging her to her feet. "Let's go get ready for dinner. I made reservations."

"I don't think so," she said in a sultry voice, and pressed herself against him and putting her mouth close to his ear. "I'm so wet I might start dripping. Dinner can wait."

"Mmmm," Stewart said, turning his head to kiss her again. "Good point."

"We'll start with dessert. I bought chocolate sauce and honey."

Stewart groaned, grabbed her hand, and tugged her towards the door. Amber grinned as she hurried to keep up. It was going to a great Valentine's Day night.