0 comments/ 35921 views/ 2 favorites Bedroom By: Dawns I lay on the the king size bed in disheveled blankets after being pleasured beyond words by Mat's large, throbbing member deep inside me. He had left our bed several seconds ago after getting his rocks off. I lay there by myself. By now I began to wonder why getting water from a pitcher always kept full in our refrigerator was taking so long. Walking out into the kitchen, I saw him sitting at the counter eating corn flakes. "Having a little late night snack hon?" "I get hungry banging your cute little ass." I giggled. He had been banging my ass almost every night for twelve years. For the last nine we had been cohabiting and sharing that same bed. For the first few months we had just been friends with privileges. He had been dating other men and so had I. Drop dead fucking gorgeous came to mind the day I met him. I determined to make my move before anyone else did. That sunny morning at a pride parade he had been alone and watching from the side line wearing only a bright red speedo. The sight of his muscular body, contrasting my lean physique, had almost been enough to give me a raging hardon. Flirting got his attention. He stood 5 foot ten with rippling muscles. Blond hair grew just to the bottom of his ears. I found his full lip to be very kissable. He looked at the world through pretty blue eyes. Sitting there naked at the kitchen counter he could not help but hold my attention. We're very different people. Mat is athletic, homo masculine and plays hockey. I am homo fem. Anyone can see it in the way I carry myself and relate to people in my world. A couple of minutes passed since he starting eating. He had finished by now and was on his way back to bed. I followed. My mind was on the next day's dinner. Salmon was a log time favorite. I'll make that I thought. As he lay down on the bed I reached for him and took his big member. It stiffened again into a big erection. My hand, closed around it, moved up and down pulling it's skin. "That feels so good!" He reached for mine. As he began to jerk me I looked into his eyes. We were climaxing after a few seconds. The stream of cum from his cock and from mine left gobs on both our bellies. It also led us to kiss. It was not often that Mat and I would do an all night marathon. This was becoming one of those nights and was brought on by a few things. For a start he had turned forty five. He loved the present I gave him; an X box 360. He rolled me onto my side and pushed his cock into my asshole. I could feel his pelvis hitting against me and his member sliding. I moaned softly. The digital clock on the night table beside our bed was coming up on 11. Making love for the past couple of hours had finally tired us. He rolled off to his side of the bed. I rolled off to mine. "Good night hon," I said. "Good night sweetheart," he answered. Saturday morning found both of us sleeping quite late. It was 8 when I finally opened my eyes. Mat rolled onto his back a few moments later and opened his eyes. He pulled the blankets down. "What are we doing today?" "I'm playing golf." "I'd like to do some shopping. I'm tired of my wardrobe. I really need some couture." I had in mind a pair of jogging sneakers. The ones I had were showing some age and were worn in the sole. I was open to buying some pants. I followed him into the shower. As he adjusted the temperature to his liking I placed my hands on the sides of his waist. While he lathered and rinsed my gaze dropped down to his penis. Even limp it looked large. "You want that!" His soft caresses began to drive me wild as the soap cleaned me. I rinsed. Stepping out with him I went to my knees while he toweled himself. His cock filled my mouth. We always began the day with a good breakfast. I began to scramble some eggs while the bread was being toasted. Mat poured himself a coffee from the fresh brew pot. Bedroom Antics (C) 2009 Charmbrights. All rights reserved. The author has asserted moral rights under sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between any of the characters depicted herein and any real person, living or dead is wholly a matter of Nature imitating Art. There are not, and never were, families called Smith and Robinson as described in this story. The city portrayed in this novel is not one in England in the middle of the nineteenth century. Chapter the First In which businesses prosper, families meet and a marriage is arranged, but no improprieties occur. It was a large house, set in a small park, but it could never look like a house of the gentility. It shouted aloud to anyone of sensibility, in this year of our Lord eighteen-fifty, that this was the home of a tradesman. A very rich tradesman, it must be admitted, but not a gentleman, be he titled or not. In the dining room sat two couples eating dinner. The master of the house, James Robinson was a mill owner, and a very successful one, His guest, John Smith was rather younger, but had lately made a good deal of money in the new-fangled railways. Their wives were in deferential attendance, and the food was served by a butler and footman, aided by two maids, so that the four diners were served each course simultaneously, emphasising the grandeur of the Robinson household. The children of the marriages, two sons and a daughter for the Robinsons, and a son for the Smiths, though adults themselves had not been allowed into this feast for there was serious business afoot. None of this was discussed over the dinner table, of course. The men discussed general political matters, and the ladies discussed household problems. After dinner the men withdrew to the smoking room with their port and cigars. "You must be wondering why I asked you here tonight," said the host, "well I'll tell you. I want to place all my transportation business with your railway. Not just the carriage of goods which currently go both on your railway and the North Western, but all that travels by canal navigation also." John Smith was astounded. This was a magnificent opportunity, and he quickly started to wonder what the catch was, price, no doubt. James Robinson continued, "I'll need a fair price, of course, but we need not argue about that now. I'm sure it will work itself out as time goes on. The question is, do you want it?" John had not become rich by being rash, but this offer was too good to miss, so he replied at once, "In principle, yes. The devil will be in the details, but if it's what we both desire, then I am sure the details can be worked out." "Good," replied his host, "I'm glad that is agreed." The two men drank and smoked peacefully for a few moments as each thought of the mutual advantage of the deal they had just agreed. Then James spoke again, "How is that son of yours?" "Arthur? He's very well indeed and taking his place in the business very successfully." "So I hear." John thought it suitable for him to return the felicity, "And your children?" "Three children can be a much greater worry than one, to be honest. The eldest son is a chip off the old block, I am pleased to say, but the younger one is still rather wild, but he will grow out of it. It is the daughter, Angelica, who worries me." The light dawned in John's mind. This whole deal was because James was looking for a suitable husband for his daughter, and the choice had fallen on his son. That was the reason for the excellent deal being offered, and the reason that rates were not paramount was that after the marriage the deal would be one 'in the family'. "I have been worried about my son's future also," he said, thus sealing the deal. The men finished their cigars and rejoined the ladies to inform them of the forthcoming marriage between two people who had met only once. The fact that nobody had so much as suggested the possibility to the man and woman concerned did not worry anyone. This was business, and the young couple would have plenty of time to get to know each other after the wedding. It was decided, by the parents, that Arthur and Angelica would be married on the first of May, 1851, on the same day as the opening of the Great Exhibition in the Crystal Palace. Chapter the Second In which one party is prepared for marriage by a father's help, and some improprieties occur whose recounting is unsuitable for innocent ears. Arthur was summoned a few days later to his father's study. This was unusual , in that he usually discussed business with his father at work, and family matters were discussed over the dinner table. The study was really a place of retreat for his father which neither he, nor his mother, usually entered. "Tell me, my son, honestly," his father inquired in a rather overbearing fashion, "Which of the maids have you tumbled?" Arthur was shocked, and looked his father directly in the eyes. "None, sir." His father grunted, though the son could not tell whether in approval or anger, or even disappointment. Then the old man asked, "Mill girls?" Again Arthur denied any such activities. Finally John asked his son, "Village girls?" Again came the denial, which his father did not doubt. "So," he asked in a more kindly voice, "You are still a virgin?" The boy's gaze dropped as he nodded. "Well, with this marriage impending we need to do something about that. We can't have you arriving at the marriage bed without knowing what to do. We will go into Manchester tomorrow." ***** Arthur had very mixed feelings about the visit as they travelled, by train of course, to Manchester. On the one hand he wanted to experience sex for the first time, while on the other he was afraid that his ignorance would cause the woman to laugh at him. The hansom cab took them into a surprisingly smart area of the town and into the drive to a medium sized detached house such as a successful shop keeper or tradesman might own. Inside it was furnished somewhat extravagantly, and they were shown into a large room with several sofa on which lolled four women in various states of undress. Arthur's penis sprang to attention when he saw shapely legs bare almost up to the knee. John spoke quietly to an older woman, who nodded her agreement and called one of the scantily dressed women over to her. The three conversed for a few moments, and then younger resident walked over and took Arthur's hand to lead him gently from the room without a word. They went up the stairs in silence and through a door into a sparsely furnished bedroom. The woman turned and spoke to Arthur for the first time. "Don't be afraid, lad. I'll not eat tha." Then she giggled at some joke Arthur did not understand. To Arthur's amazement she threw off what little clothing she wore. For the first time in his life he saw a woman naked, but she seemed not in the least perturbed by his presence. "Come on," she said, "Strip off. I 'en't got all day." He undressed, hurried along by the prostitute. She pulled and pushed him until he was on his back on the bed, fingered him into an erection, mounted him, fucked him fast and had him back downstairs in what seemed to him like a very few minutes. Arthur then had to sit and wait for another half an hour until his father joined him. On the way home nothing was said of the visit nor of its purpose. Chapter the Third In which sadly inadequate advice is given, and a marriage is solemnised, and once more no improprieties are described. "Angelica, my dear, come with me," said Anne, sweeping out of the drawing room and up the main stairs to her own small sitting room. "Yes, mamma," sighed the girl, expecting yet more admonitions about her deportment during the wedding on the morrow. In the sitting room Anne looked very serious as she addressed her daughter. "Tomorrow ..." she started and then her voice trailed off. "Mamma," responded the bride-to-be, "I assure you my deportment in the church will be a model of serene calm." "It wasn't in church that I wanted to talk about," said her mother. "What do you mean?" "I mean I want to talk about after the wedding ... when you and your husband are alone." "I expect life will be much the same in our new house as it will here," said the girl complacently, "After all I will have my own maid, Martha, with me." Her mother looked very troubled, but all she could say was, "When you are alone with your new husband ..." "Yes, mamma?" asked Angelica, totally unaware of the topic her mother was too shy to raise. The older woman took a deep breath, then whispered very quietly, "He may want to ... He will want to ... You must always let him do as he pleases." Then she rose and left the room almost at a run, leaving Angelica puzzled. The girl could not see why a wife would ever interfere with any of her husband's business concerns, and she could not think that he would interest himself in matters of housekeeping. ***** In the church everything was perfect. The groom was resplendent in a long frock-coat and the bride was in the newest of fashions, white as Her Majesty Queen Victoria had introduced for fashionable weddings, almost weighed down with petticoats upon petticoats under the dress, and a long shawl and bonnet covering her elaborately coiffured hair. The bishop performed the ceremony with style, as was only right when two such wealthy families were being joined, and there were a host of guests, many of whom the bride did not know, as this was a business meeting, first and foremost, the final sealing of an important deal. The meal after the wedding was eaten in decorous solemnity, and after the men had withdrawn to their cigars and talk, the women crowded round to congratulate Angelica and Anne on such an auspicious wedding. One or two of the wives of less important guests made blushing comments that Angelica did not understand, but she ignored them. Eventually the menfolk returned to join the ladies and the happy couple left for their new home, and their new life. Chapter the Fourth In which the wedding night occurs in a most lamentable fashion. As she was helping Angelica prepare for bed on her wedding night Martha expressed some doubts about the wisdom of Angelica's choice of attire. "But this is my best new nightdress," exclaimed the bride, "It is perfect." Martha demurred, "It has a high neck and buttons at the back. You are wearing three petticoats under it. Do you really think that is what your new husband expects, or will want?" "He will expect and want me to look my best, of course." "But what about ..." "Martha, be quiet. On my wedding night I will wear what my mother had made for my best nightgown, and that is an end of it." ***** Later, after Martha had withdrawn to her own attic room and Angelica had retired to bed, Arthur knocked at the door and came into the room. Angelica was a little surprised when he got into bed beside her; she had not expected that. Then she was even more surprised when he began to fumble with the front of her nightgown in a most curious fashion. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Trying to find the buttons," he replied. "Why do you want to find those?" Arthur did not reply, but continued to handle the front of her nightgown in what Angelica considered a most rude manner. Finally she got angry with him and snapped, "Oh, stop. This nightgown buttons at the back." Arthur's hands then went lower and started to move the material over her thighs upwards, but after some minutes he was almost inextricably tied up in the plethora of layers covering her modesty. After some minutes, he asked in exasperation, "Why are you wearing all these clothes on your wedding night?" Angelica immediately burst into tears and sobbed, "This is my best nightgown and I wanted to look my best for my wedding night. All you can do is be rude and nasty." "Who told you to wear it?" More sobs, and a whispered, "My mother. She said it was only right to wear my best for you tonight." Totally exasperated and frustrated, but very uncertain how to proceed, Arthur decided to give up for the moment, and to talk seriously to his wife on the morrow, so he rose and returned to his own bedroom. Her reluctance to be naked, or nearly so, confused him. The woman in Manchester had stripped off quickly and willingly to allow him complete freedom to look, touch and play. Now his wife wouldn't let him even touch her outside her very elaborate night clothes. Chapter the Fifth In which the lack of consummation is discovered, a bride seeks further advice, and help is offered. Martha was surprised that her mistress was alone at seven o'clock on the morning after her wedding day, but Arthur was indisputably risen from his bed, dressed, and breaking his fast in the morning room. When Martha helped Angelica from her night clothes and into day wear there was no trace of blood in the bed or the night clothes, nor any other evidence of sexual congress having taken place. "And how are you this morning, ma'am?" she asked. Angelica looked round and then replied, "Oh yes, ma'am, that's me now isn't it?" "Well it should be, but I wonder. How was last night? Did your husband visit?" "Yes, he came in for a few minutes, and even got into bed with me," said the bride, "But he was so rude and kept trying to touch me in ... naughty places, so I stopped him, of course." Martha was finally convinced that Mrs. Robinson had utterly failed to prepare her daughter for a normal wedding night. Heaving a sigh she set about correcting this error. "Did the master not undress you and climb on you then?" she asked. "Certainly not!" replied the indignant Angelica. "Then how do you think that babies are made?" "Babies? Made? Babies are not made; they are tiny people. When two people are married then children just ... arrive, I suppose." "Miss Angelica, there are some things I need to tell you. Have you ever seen a man naked? One of your brothers perhaps?" Angelica blushed, and whispered, "I saw John, my brother once, with a maidservant kneeling before him when he had no clothes on." "Did you see his pego?" "What? I don't understand." Martha sighed again. "In a man's breeches he has a rod about six inches long and an inch across. To make a baby he puts it into a woman's belly and bounces up and down. Then she may have a baby nine months later. If a man has not done that to a woman she cannot have a baby." "Don't be silly, Martha. How would he put such a thing in a woman? There's nowhere to put it." Martha lifted her skirt and pointed out the aperture designed for a husband's use. "The man's rod is made of flesh and is soft except in bed when it hardens. The first time you have it, it hurts, but after that it is nice." Angelica looked worried. "Is all this true?" she asked sternly. "Yes Miss Angelica, and you won't be ma'am until the master has done this to you. That's what he wanted last night. He will undress you, stroke your bubbies and all the rest of your body, then he will put it into you. Only after that will you be truly his wife," the maid informed her, continuing, "Don't worry Miss Angelica, Martha will help you." "Oh Martha, will you help?" begged Angelica, "I do so want to be a good wife." "You just stay here, and I'll bring you some breakfast up and we can have a talk." Chapter the Sixth In which some help is forthcoming and two parties are satisfied, while the third is still left intact. After ordering Angelica's breakfast from cook, the maid went into the drawing room to her master. "Could I have a word, please sir?" she asked as deferentially as she could manage. "Oh, well, what is it?" Arthur snapped. "It's really about Mrs. Robinson, sir, your mother." "What about her?" "I'm afraid to say, sir, that she ain't done her duty as a mother should sir. She never explained nothing to the mistress, sir, about marriage and the like." Martha stood facing her employer with a little trepidation, wondering if she was doing the right thing. Then she remembered the pleasures she had had in the stables, and how frightened Angelica was, and determined to press on with her plan. "I know that last night the mistress wasn't a proper wife for you, sir, but it weren't her fault. I could explain everything to her, about husbands and wives and ... babies, if you want. Then I'm sure she will want to be a good obedient wife, sir. Begging your pardon sir." Arthur looked again at this plain woman who seemed to have a permanent look of disapproval on her face, and asked, "I thought you were unmarried?" Martha paled a little at this line of question, but resolved to press on out of loyalty to her mistress. "I am unmarried, sir. But that don't mean I ain't been taught about things. My mam told me all about it before I went into service at the big house." She paused, summoning up all her courage. "And it was there I was showed all the things she had teached me." Arthur considered this. Certainly, he knew, servants, especially young girls, were sometimes 'taken advantage of' by employers, and Angelica had several older brothers who might have done so in respect of this maidservant. He asserted his authority over this new member of his brand new household by ordering, "Tell me plainly, girl, what you know." "I knows that a man uses his pego," she blushed at using the word to the master, "into a girl and it gives him pleasure. If it be God's will then she has a baby nine months later, but God don't will it very often, or there would be hundreds of babies born every day." Arthur felt his own member rising as this woman said things no woman should ever say, except to her own daughter. "No wonder," he thought, "Mrs. Robinson could not demean herself to say them to her daughter." His thinking was overtaken at this point by his penis and he heard himself ask, "And where does a man put it?" Martha was also not immune to the effect of this conversation, and she surprised both of them by throwing up her skirts at the front, pointing to her luxurious bush and saying, "In there sir." Then she dropped her skirts and hid her face in her hands. Arthur was by now at full erection, and just grunted his acknowledgement of the accuracy of this information. It was, after all, only the second time in his life that he had seen a woman's nakedness. After a long silence, Martha realised that he master was probably almost as inexperienced as he mistress, and also needed help. She took her courage a little further, and moved closer to him. Reaching out she grasped the front of his trousers firmly, and said very quietly, "I could show you, sir, if you wanted." "Here?" he asked, looking round the morning room. Still holding his penis she led him to the sofa, sank down on it and with her other hand lifted her skirts high again. Then she unbuttoned the flap on his trousers and guided the rock hard pego she uncovered deep into her wet warmth. Arthur's excitement did not last long. Three thrusts and he released a copious jet of semen into the servant. "There, sir. Weren't that good?" Naturally, Arthur was immediately overcome with guilt but the more experienced maid quietened him by taking his penis in her mouth and cleaning it. "It shall be our secret, master, I promise," she said, taking command of the situation before Arthur could panic, and perhaps order her from the house. She put away his shrivelled member and buttoned his trousers. "Come to the mistress's room in an hour, sir, in your nightshirt," Martha advised, "I will have her ready for you, I guarantee. You shall play with her bubbies and enter her cunny before this day is out." Bedroom Antics As she went out of the room, her parting words were, "And your pego will have recovered by then." Chapter the Seventh In which honour is offered and the offer is honoured, still with a little help. Angelica was sitting up in bed when Martha returned with her breakfast. As she started to eat, Martha sat beside the bed and waited patiently. "Well, what do I have to do?" asked the newly-wed virgin as she ate. "Miss Angelica, you have to let your husband put his pego into your cunny. That will hurt the first time, but later on it will be very pleasant for both of you." "I want to be a good wife, but I'm afraid, Martha. Do I really have to do this?" "Yes, you must. Moreover, Miss, you must do it this morning. If you do not, then your husband may return you to your father." Angelica blanched at the thought of such a disgraceful outcome. Martha was determined to emphasise the risks, "And he may beat you before he sends you back." "Beat me?" asked Angelica incredulously. "Yes," declared Martha, "A husband has the right to discipline his wife. Some use a cane, some a slipper, and some just a hand, but most husbands will chastise an errant wife." She paused to let this sink in. "And consider, how much more errant can a wife be than to refuse him his marital rights?" Angelica was now almost in tears, half her breakfast forgotten. "What must I do, in detail?" she asked. "Wear only your shift, and when your husband comes to your room you lie on the bed and let him do as he pleases. He will pull the shift up to your waist and put his pego into you. That will satisfy your duty for today," advised the maid. "Can you stay and help me?" begged the defloration candidate. "If you wish," agreed her maid, adding, "If of course the master allows it." Angelica finished her breakfast and changed into her shift. "What now?" she asked. "Now we wait for your husband to visit you." ***** Martha was a little disturbed to see that Arthur had no idea of being gentle or playful with his new bride, not did he apparently set much store by foreplay. As he pushed his wife on to the bed, lifted her shift and fell on her he was already jabbing his pego into her bush in a vain attempt to find the entrance. After some attempts, all far from the mark, and seeing that the bride herself did not know what to do, Martha rushed forward and guided him in to his wife's vagina. He thrust brutally in to her, causing her to yelp in pain as he pierced her maidenhead with no regard for her comfort at all. Fortunately Angelica took this to be the usual lot of brides, as Martha had described earlier. Arthur began to thrust in and out, but Angelica was clearly in great pain, so Martha again took it upon herself to intervene, pulling Arthur away by force. "You'll only hurt her worse, sir, if you goes on like that," she explained, "Then she'll always be frightened of you and you'll get no pleasure from her at all." Then she added, "Now you dress yourself and I'll settle her down and come to you in a moment," winking at him. ***** A few minutes later Angelica was sobbing in her bed at the pain she still felt in her private parts, while Martha was busily relieving Arthur of any discomfort caused by his not having completed the sexual act with his bride. "Don't you worry, sir. She'll be all right in a few days, and she won't have no more pain. She'll be ready and willing, I promise you." "When will that be?" asked Arthur, pausing his thrusts for a moment. "Oh, perhaps a week, sir, but I'll look after you until then, sir. You won't go short while she's recovering," replied the complaisant maid, adding, "or any other time, sir." Chapter the Eighth In which pleasure is taken by two parties, but the helpful third is outrageously ignored. And so a week passed, with Arthur respecting the recovery of Angelica's tender private parts and assuaging his needs in the willing Martha every night and most mornings. He did not realise it, but in this time the maid rounded out his education in the pleasures of sex, for the female as well as for the male. By the end of the week he was bringing her to orgasm almost every time they had sex, though for him love did not enter into the equation. Martha, for her part, hoped that as time went by Angelica would become more of a traditional upper class wife, allowing her husband into her bed only occasionally, and that she, Martha, would supply the lack of sexual excitement in his life. As to her becoming pregnant, that was a problem she would worry about if it happened, but she assiduously used the sponge and vinegar. On the eighth night after the wedding, Arthur again presented himself in his nightshirt at Angelica's bedside. He was much more confident of his mastery of his household and knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it. "Angelica, my dear, please rise from your bed," he ordered. His wife did so, feeling nervous but determined to obey her husband and perform her wifely duties in a satisfactory fashion. She nearly lost her resolve when his next order was for her to remove her nightgown, and anything else she was wearing. She could not remember the last time anyone had seen her naked, even if only by candle-light. However, her resolve wavered for only a moment, and she signalled to Martha to help her. Soon she stood up straight and tall, naked before her husband, as Martha retired to one of the darker corners of the room. Arthur removed his own nightshirt and she saw her husband naked for the first time. His pego seemed larger than she remembered, but she also knew it was not too big to enter her, and she had experienced it fully inside her once. Though neither of them knew it, she had also watched it enter her maidservant, to the obvious pleasure of both of them. Now she hoped it was her turn for some of that pleasure. He reached out and stroked his wife's breast for the first time, noticing that as he touched the nipple it rose up as if to meet his fingers. He also realised that the breast he was now cupping was much firmer and more resilient than those of the maid with which he had become familiar in the past week. As he cupped the second breast he gently moved Angelica backwards until the backs of her knees touched the bed and she suddenly collapsed on to the mattress, first sitting, then falling backwards. Arthur lifted her knees to her chest and pushed his pego gently into the waiting aperture. Angelica tensed and then deliberately relaxed to admit her husband. One hand left her breast and moved between their bodies and Arthur touched her in a place she did not know existed, and suddenly her whole body felt a thrill. Still touching that sensitive place, Arthur moved gently in and out of his wife, and she suddenly clenched her internal muscles and her hips shook. This triggered his own orgasm and for the first time his life-creating seed poured into his wife's vagina. Meanwhile, in the corner, and as quietly as she could manage, Martha was pleasuring herself as she had been aroused beyond endurance by watching these two beautiful young people discovering the pleasures of mutual orgasm for the first time. After the young couple fell asleep for a few moments in post-coital bliss Martha crept out of the room, went to her attic and used her hands on her own body for quite an hour. Chapter the Ninth In which the helpful third is again useful, and a satisfactory modus vivendi is established. And so the married life of Arthur and Angelica settled down to a more exciting level than most upper class marriages of that era. Arthur presented himself at his wife's bedside almost every night, and usually she was waiting for him with joyous hope of more of the ecstasy she had experienced so often. It was three weeks after the wedding when he found her door locked against him. Seeking answers from Martha as to this unexpected problem, Arthur learned for the first time in his life the facts of a lady's courses. His annoyance was somewhat ameliorated by Martha's assurance that her cycle and Angelica's were not synchronised. After that the next problem was a serious deterioration of Angelica's health a few weeks later. Arthur called in the family doctor when he discovered his wife was feeling very ill each morning, and could not eat certain foods. This time it was the good doctor, rather than Martha who explained the symptoms of pregnancy to the young husband. Both the doctor and Martha advised Arthur against burdening the young wife with sexual demands during her pregnancy. Fortunately for his comfort, Martha quietly allowed herself to become the chief provider of sexual delights to her mistress's husband. After the young couple's excellent son was born, Martha continued to assist her mistress as an understudy in the bedroom. Since Angelica's sexual education had been virtually entirely in the purview of her maid, she understood that this was a most normal state of affairs. Perhaps by accident, Martha had neglected to inform her mistress of the use of a sponge and vinegar as an important adjunct to sexual congress, and so the young mistress had a series of seven pregnancies in the first eight years of her marriage. ***** And so Martha, the lady's maid, became the de facto head of the household through her own educational efforts. Bedroom Bondage You awake in the morning but it’s still dark. What’s going on you think as you feel the blindfold across your eyes. You reach for the blindfold but realize that your hands are tied above your head. You know you are naked and exposed as you feel a cool breeze from the ceiling fan, your nipples hardening from the chill. You struggle to get loose when you feel a hot breath on your nipple. "Nick?," you ask, but the only answer is a wet tongue swirling around your hard nipple. You gasp as fingers grab and lightly pinch your other nipple while its mate is being sucked and licked. You fight to get away as both nipples are licked and sucked. Suddenly a wet finger is slid all of the way into your quickly warming pussy and all thoughts of escape leave you mind. Even though you can’t see who is doing this to you figure ,“does it matter," as a wicked grin comes to you face and a soft moan escapes from your mouth. Two fingers are now thrusting into your hot box as your nipples are being pulled out and licked. Pussy juice is running down the crack of your ass when a third finger penetrates your bush. “Damn!" you moan “That feels good." The mouth leaves your breast as your fingerfucking continues. You know it can only get better as you feel a tongue press against your clit. It swirls around and around teasing you and bringing you pleasure at the same time. The fingers leave your cunt as a mouth is plastered against your love hole. You wait for it and the you feel a hard wet tongue shoot far into your hole. It licks and sucks as your passion builds. You feel two fingers slip into your open mouth and crazy with lust you lick off your own pussy juice. The fingers are covered with you split as they leave your mouth. Your pussy is being sucked whole as your legs are pulled up near your head, lifting your ass off of the bed. You ass gets smacked four, five , six times as your pussy is being sucked. You feel yourself reaching a peak when a wet finger is shoved all the way into your asshole. You cum and cum hard. Suddenly, you are alone again and you are so hot. You wonder where your lover is when you get a huge shock to your body. Something cold, something ice cold is circling your nipple. It’s an ice cube you realize as it goes to the other one. It leaves your nipple and drips across your stomach as you realize what’s coming next. It rubs across your clit and is pushed quickly into your hot cunt. You gasp and moan as the tongue follows close behind the ice. You’re getting sucked hard, and your nipples pulled when everything stops. You’re left to wonder what’s coming next when you feel it. you feel the slick head of you dildo penetrate your cunt. It goes all the way it and it’s on full speed! You go crazy as you feel that tongue again going all the way up your ass. Your asshole is being tongue fucked and you can’t stand it. Your butt hole is suddenly empty but not for long. You feel a hard shaft slowly enter you ass until it’s buried far into your bowels. You think it’s your lovers dick when it starts to buzz. You realize quickly that both of your holes have a vibrator in them, and they are getting shoved back and forth. The weight shifts on the bed when your feel a warm hard prick slap against your cheek . You open your mouth and suck that cock in like a slut in heat, because with all of your holes plugged that is what you are; a hot, horny fuckslut in heat. All of your sex holes are getting fucked as you feel yourself building to another climax. That dick is fucking your mouth and you can feel the balls slapping your chin when it is pulled out. The vibrator is yanked out of your ass but is soon replaced with that same hard dick. The is nothing gentle about it as it is jammed into your tight brown hole. You know that a hot slut can only be fucked one way and that is hard. The dick is ramming your asshole as the dildo is still buried in your dripping cunt. You’re getting fucked hard as you struggle to get free when you feel it happen; your pussy explodes and you cum like never before. The dildo is pulled out as you butthole continues to be ravished. You feel those balls slap against your ass when your lover stops, buried to the hilt inside you. It feels hot and wet as the cum explodes inside you. Four fingers shove quickly into your pussy and you cum yet again. You start to feel dizzy as a tongue slowly licks you pussy and cum filled asshole. The you pass out from sheer exhaustion. You wake awhile later and see that the room is bright. Nick is sleeping beside you. There are no restraints, there is no blindfold. Was it a dream you wonder? When you move you know that is wasn’t. The cum is running down your legs. As you look at your husband, and feel that same twinge in you pussy, you think to yourself, “I'll show him how to rape someone while they sleep." Bedroom Bondage I was on my third Bacardi Breezer last Saturday night when I looked in John's eyes and saw a wicked gleam staring back at me. A look that make me cower and slowly start to move backwards. He smiled when he saw my fear and although I was quite afraid of what naughty sexual adventure he'd take me on tonight my cunt betrayed me and started to tingle. His look alone backed me into our bedroom I started to think of possibilities he could do to me while he locked the door - roleplays...toys...new positions... new partners the possibilities where endless. "Get naked and get on the bed you whore" His voice was demanding and sounded slightly slurred although it was probably my drunk hearing rather than his drunk speech. I did as I was told and felt so vulnerable laying there under his dominate gaze. He went to a draw and pulled out 4 silk ties, my eyes widened as he started to tie my wrists and ankles to the bed posts I was instantly unable to move and the helplessness I felt made my cunt start to drip. Once John was convinced I was tightly secured his hands started to roam over my entire body. He started at my cheek softly stroking my face, trailing down with the tips of his fingers to the base of my neck. His tantalizing fingers lingered on my neck as he slowly applied pressure cutting off my air supply and feeding off the fear in my eyes. My rapid gasps were pleas for him to stop, but my eyes silently begged him to continue. The feelings we shared were of the purest form of a master/slave relationship. My purpose in life is to make my love/master happy, my struggles and my pain is his pleasure and it becomes an honor for me to serve him. His groping hands traced my curves down my body stopping only once to pinch and twist my nipples. I couldn't help writing under his sensuous touch. John noticed my growing frustrations and simply laughed, patting me on the head and tell me I was a "good little slut." John striped down teasing me with his rock hard cock, slapping it up against my face and tits. He bent over and grabbed his belt off the floor. John got on top of me, laying his strong body on top of mine. I could feel his hardness pressing up against my longing cunt as his hands slide the black leather belt around my neck. I looked up into his eyes and seeing his desire made me speak up "please, oh please tighten it, harder please I'm begging you" My voice was suddenly lost as I felt the tightness on my fragile neck increase. John's words captured both of our feelings "your life is in my hands, I could kill you now – no one would know, oh your such a filthy girl, your nothing more than a worthless dog, NOW BEG ME FOR AIR" My cunt was so wet now it was dripping down my legs, I looked up at John staring meaningfully into his eyes and mouthing my plea for air unable to speak out-loud. He pulled the belt tighter for a moment, just long enough for the idea of death to fill my mind then finally released it. His lips dove to my tits, sucking on my sensitive nipples, grazing them with his teeth biting down simply to hear my screams. John's fingers slid down my body as he asked me in a mocking voice how badly I needed it. I was so consumed with need I whimpered and rambled oh about how horny I was and without warning John rammed his hard prick into my cunt. I orgasmed on the first thrust my need and his authoritativeness pushed me over the edge. John seemed not to notice or care, He kept ramming it in over and over using me as his personal play thing, all the while telling me I was as worthless as shit and didn't even deserve his cock. His vicious words and vigorous pumping kept me in a constant state of orgasm. I struggled against my bonds wanting to hug him, wanting to claw his back wanting to grab his sexy ass and force him in me deeper as deep as possible. I wanted to hurt for him, I wanted him to see my tears and cum because of my suffering. I wanted, no needed to serve him. John read my mind and grabbed my tits, his nails dug into my soft flesh drawing small drops of blood, I bit my bottom lip trying to hold back my tears and silence my scream, trying to show him I could take more to please him, His grasp tightened and I couldn't hold it any longer I screamed out, a cry of a small wounded child. John instantly exploded in me, squirting his cum deep inside me. He moaned loudly as he came down from his orgasm and lay on top if me resting for a minute to get his breath back, I tried to hug him, but was still unable due to my restraints. John laughed as he propped himself up on his elbows, and smiled at me. He leaned in as if to kiss me, but instead he spit on me. I felt it dripping down my cheek as he got off the bed and said "thanks slut" and left the room. I was left open mouthed and speechless on the bed. He left me tied down and alone in the dark room. I couldn't believe it, until I felt his spit start to fall into my open mouth; I instantly started licking my lips, loving his last humiliation. I closed my eyes and thought of how lucky I was to be his slave and how much I loved being humiliated. *** I hope ya liked it, but if you hated it mail me and I'll kiss it all better, he he he thanks to all my loyal fans. I love mail and I will respond promise... Kisses all around-chrissy*** Bedroom Bondage Chapter One: Surprise Package You walk into the bedroom. The image you see surprises you. There, in the middle of the bed, is a woman. Save for a few leather articles, she is nude. She is blindfolded and wearing a collar around her neck. On her wrists and ankles are leather cuffs with buckles. Ropes are tied to the headboard. Her arms are stretched out, wrists cuffs attached to the ropes by metal hooks. The same kind of hooks are attached to her ankle cuffs. With more rope, her legs have been pulled up and back far enough to raise her rear end off the bed. These are attached to the same spots as her outstretched arms, leaving her completely exposed and open (front and back). There is music playing, so she doesn't hear you enter the room. Even so, you see she is already breathing heavily from the anticipation... You look around, but there's no one else in sight. Since she cannot hear, you move closer to inspect the ropes. How did she get in that predicament? Who tied her arms and legs to the headboard? Suddenly you think you hear a sound behind the curtains. You walk slowly -- as quietly as possible -- then peek behind curtain #1 -- empty. Curtain #2 -- also empty. How did she get into her bondage, and is someone waiting nearby to ambush you -- possibly make you a captive, too. And, more importantly, where is her husband? You walk back to the bed and inspect the ropes on the headboard. Yes, the ropes holding her arms are on the bottom, and those binding the legs are on top. It's obvious that her legs were attached last. And, from the way they are pulled tightly over her body, there is no way she could have done it herself. The mystery is driving you crazy. Again, how did she get here, and who did it? Does she have a girlfriend who helped? And if so, who and where is she? Or, is her husband involved? Then, your animal instincts begin to take over. You look down at her naked body -- with her full, round breasts openly inviting you. Her nipples are standing erect, showing that she is highly stimulated. Then he looks down at her neither region. He sees two invitations to fun and games staring at him. Both are showing signs of arousal. Where to start? Should you be passionate and gentle, and start by kissing and caressing her from top to bottom? Treat her like a lady? Or, should you just be an animal and take advantage of the situation? You look around the room for more hints about what she is expecting. Suddenly you spot sever items on her dressing table. There lies the truth. You see a big, broad hairbrush -- the type your mother used when spanking you as a child. You also see a small, silk flogger style whip -- the type that will sting, but not leave marks, on intimate body parts. Nest to the flogger is a string of large anal beads and a tube of lubricant. Does she know these items are there? Did she leave them? Or, did her captor set them there to further tease you? Should you wait for her captor to return? Or, should you just begin. Suddenly a terrible thought enters your mind. Is she begging to be teased? Or, does she just want to be fucked? You decide to start slowly and passionately reach down and kiss her on the forehead. She jumps with surprise -- and excitement. Now you know. Next, you kiss her on her cherry red lips. She responds by passionately sticking her tongue between your lips. She definitely wants this. Suddenly, there is a noise down the hall. Are you alone?... You turn, nervous about who may be in the building. You walk into the hall, only to discover her other pussy -- a large house cat -- had just knocked over some boxes stored in the hallway. Relieved, you want back into her bedroom, where she is moaning. Interesting. She's moaning without your touch. Suddenly you notice a small wire dangling from her pussy. You realize that she's got an egg vibrator inserted, and is nearing climax. You decide to tease her. You walk over to her and take her nipples in your hands, and begin to gently pull and pinch each one. You reach down to kiss her again, only before you reach her lips she passionately whispers "Lick my clit!" "Please lick my clit!" You decide it's now or never. So, you walk to the end of the bed, and kneel down between her legs. You see two openings staring at you -- each one open with arousal. You reach around her legs with your hands and begin to massage her tits, and then begin to pinch her nipples. She moans louder. You then lean forward. Her outer vaginal lips are wide open for you. You reach forward and gently stroke her inner lips, then begin to probe her depths with your tongue. She moans again, and then repeats "Please lick my clit!" You leave the vibrator in place, and stroke upwards with your hot tongue until it reaches her love button. Her moaning becomes louder and her breathing more rapid. You know she's close. You close your lips around her hot love button, and begin teasing it with circular motions. Then, you insert two fingers into her pussy, caressing her inner walls while searching for her "G" spot. Suddenly she moans even louder, you must have found the right spot. "Oh My God, don't stop!" She shouts. Suddenly, you feel a squirt from her pussy. She has just shot you with her juices. She has reached the ultimate. Your timing was perfect. She continues to breathe rapidly and moan as she rides wave after wave of pleasure. Suddenly you pull your face away, still stroking her inner self. You feel pussy juices dripping from your chin. "What a squirter!" you say to yourself. You look down and see that she has her juices dripping from her pussy and running down the crack in her ass. Her rosebud is covered with her essence. Once again, you decide that now is the time. You lean forward again with your tongue and begin to lick her juices from her asshole. Will she object to such an act? Many women think this is dirty. "Oh God, don't stop!" she moans. Is she about to have a second climax? You continue stroking her asshole with your tongue and you suddenly feel her muscles relax and the rosebud blossoms. You insert your tongue further, only to hear her moans getting louder again. You continue to stroke her anal opening, and suddenly her hips convulse, pushing her entire body into your face. And, then it happens again. She squirts you with her juices -- this time directly on your face. You know she has reached a second climax. You continue to stroke her nipples with your fingertips, while lapping her vaginal juices from her ass. Finally, after about five minutes to total ecstasy, she relaxes all her muscles and proclaims "That was great. You can come back anytime you wish". You are now extremely excited, and notice that you're still wearing your clothes. You reach for your belt buckle and begin to strip. Your cock is rock hard, and you see two very wet openings just begging for your service. Suddenly, she lifts her hips further off the bed, and with tremendous dexterity, reaches up with her feet and grabs the ropes near where they are attached to the bed frame. She suddenly lifts her legs straight up, and the ropes holding her legs come free. She then lowers her legs to the bed, lifts her hips, and pushes her body towards the headboard, thus creating slack in the ropes holding her arms. She then reaches up with her hands and unhooks the ropes from the headboard, and sits up on the bed. She removes the blindfold, and sees you standing before her with her juices covering your face, and your rock hard cock staring straight at her. She reaches down and unbuckles the restraints from her ankles. Next she removes the restraints from her wrists. She looks at you with a devilish smile, holds the restraints towards you, and says 'Your turn!" Chapter Two: The Next Day As she approaches his apartment, she re-reads the note that she found tacked onto her apartment door. "My place, 7 PM, don't' be late". She does not know what to expect, but remembers the hot sex she had the night before. She slowly opens the door, only to find another note. "My bedroom". She slowly walks down the hall, unaware of what is awaiting her. She slowly opens the door, and there he is. He is lying on the bed face up with his head at the foot of the bed. His arms are bound with ropes to the corners of the bed's legs at the foot. He is wearing a blindfold and a belt around his waist. Attached to the belt are two more ropes, each pulled to opposite corners at the headboard. Attached to his ankles are two other ropes, but they are not attached anywhere on the bed. Then, she notices lying next to his hips is a leather flogger with 1/2" leather strands about 12" long. Then, she also notices another note. "Bottoms Up or Face Sit -- Your Choice". What to do? She remembers last night. He had an option to spank her butt and pussy, but chose to drive her wild with passion instead. But, she also remembers during some of their earlier talks that he loves to be spanked. He also hinted at a desire for some mild CBT. What should she do? She stares at his body, and sees his big cock is already ready. She also feels her mons getting wet. But, the desire to see some stripes on his but is getting to her. She decides that whatever she does must be done nude and begins to strip her clothes. She strips down to her tong panties — a see-through G String that barley covers her cunt. And, she feels that the back string has become imbedded between her ass cheeks. Other than that, she is only wearing her stilettos. She looks in the mirror. She loves what she sees. A sexy lady clad only in a G string and stilettos. Her nipples are aroused. Standing straight up and out waiting for some attention. And, she now sees a wet spot forming on her G string. She knows she cannot wait too long or the moment could pass. But, she also desires to see some color on his ass! She reaches for the two loose ropes connected to his ankles. She gently begins pulling them upward, forcing his legs back toward his face. She gets each leg over his chest and tells him to hold them there. Then she pulls the rope attached to the left leg over to the corner of the bed and down to the left footboard leg. She ties it lightly. Next she does the same to the right leg, tying it to the right footboard leg. This one she pulls tightly, forcing the leg down against his right shoulder. Then she tightens the rope on the left leg, pulling it tightly down on his left shoulder. There he is, ass in the air and his asshole, cock and balls totally exposed. Then, she notices that his rock hard cock is only inches from his face. She gets a nasty idea. She begins to suck his cock and play with his balls. He responds immediately. She realizes that he is close. She works faster and faster. Just as she feels that his is about to cum, she stops. Then, she lifts his head to his cock and says "Your turn." She holds his nose so that he must breathe through his mouth. He opens his mouth and she forces it over his cock. "Have you ever tasted your cum?" she asks. He cannot answer because his mouth is full of cock. He begins sucking while she massages his balls. Then, she gets an even nastier idea. She reaches down with her mouth and begins to suck on his balls. Next, she takes her index finger and begins to insert it into his asshole. He begins to moan while sucking on his own cock. He gets even harder. Suddenly he begins to erupt. "Drink it down or you won't get any more tonight!" she orders. "Drink your cum! Know what it's like to be a whore!" She pushes her finger further into his asshole and feels his prostrate. She begins to massage the male love button buried in his ass. He continues to suck on his own cock. She sees cum slowly leaking from his mouth. He continues to suck, but is coming near the end of his spasm. Slowly the cock begins to shrivel and slip from his mouth. She withdraws her finger from his ass, then reaches down to kiss his lips. She sees his cum that leaked from his mouth dripping down his chin. She reaches out with her tongue and licks the excess from his chin. Then, she reaches out and licks his lips. "Give me a snowball!" she orders. She then sinks her lips to his and imbeds her tongue deep into his mouth. He opens his mouth further and allows her to suck his cum from his mouth. She feels here own nether region getting even wetter. She reaches down and feels her pussy through the G string. It is totally soaked. She must get some satisfaction. She knows that she cannot wait. She wants to spank him, but first things first. She walks to the end of the bed, turns her ass towards the bed, and begins to sit down. This position places her rosebud directly over his mouth and her pussy over his nose. She forces herself down and tells him to begin licking if he ever wants to breathe again. Now, it's her turn for some satisfaction. Bedroom Bootcamp Grace tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for David to come out of the bedroom. Grace was tall for a girl, almost taller than David at 6’1”. She shook her long dark hair and narrowed her emerald eyes as David emerged from the bedroom. His muscle toned body was clad in army fatigues, his ocean blue eyes locked onto Grace and he crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Are you sure you want to do this Grace?” David asked a hint of worry in his voice. Grace sighed and clucked her tongue. “I know what I am doing David. Your in the Air Force, you’re a drill sergeant or TI or whatever. I want to know if I can handle basic.” She replied. Her lush bottom lip emerged and she walked up to him. “Please?” David melted on the spot, his arms coming around her, but Grace backed away before he could embrace her. “What are you doing?” Grace stood up straight and brought her right hand up in salute. “Airmen Grace reporting for duty sir” Grace stated. David saluted back and they both brought their hands down. David began walking back and forth in front of Grace. He stopped and looked at her from top to bottom and grinned. “I believe that you are out of uniform Airmen. Drop to your knees!” Grace immediately obeyed. She watched as David unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants to his ankles. “Now give me fifty!” Grace just stared at him until he took his hand and placed it behind her head and pushed his mouth onto his throbbing member. Grace began to move her lips over his thick, hard member. After a while she stopped and looked up. David put his hands onto her shoulders and helped her up. “Get out of those clothes” Grace began to slowly unbutton her shirt as David quickly removed his own clothing. David turned to see that Grace still had most of her clothes on. With his blood heated and his member aching, he stepped towards her and ripped her bra off of her body. He quickly removed the rest of the clothing without much resistance. Grace fell upon the bed as David grabbed at her legs. He began at her toes, kissing and licking them, slowly moving his lips up to her ankles, then her calves, and then to her thighs. He stopped, and looked up at the breathless Grace. Her chest was heaving from her heavy breathing. He was hypnotized by her breast moving up and down. He moved over her and kissed Grace deeply, his tongue massaging hers. He broke the kiss off and began to kiss a trail down her soft neck to the valley between her supple breasts. David could feel the pricks of her nails racking his shoulders and back as he took a nipple into his hot mouth. David sucked hard upon her nipple, moving from on to the other. Grace’s breaths were coming in short quick gasps. “Please, David, I need you” she begged. David looked up into Grace’s passionate eyes and kissed her deeply. He positioned himself between her legs and slowly moved himself into her hot, tight center. He began a slow rhythmic motion, sliding in and out of her hot, wet, tight womanhood. Grace moaned as he began to move faster and pound a little harder upon her. David took a velvety nipple into his mouth as she arched her back and suckled deeply. David suddenly stopped and pulled out of her. Grace looked up and protested. “Up, on your knees, now!” David helped flip Grace onto her stomach and pull up her hips. He thrusted deeply into her, Grace threw back her head and screamed out in pleasure. He began to pound away at her, bringing them both higher and higher to climaxing. David brought his hand back and smacked Grace’s rounded ass, producing a sharp gasp from Grace, not from pain but from the pleasure it caused. David continued to pound away at Grace. He could hear her screaming and moaning, as her muscles gripped him hard. He could feel Grace climax before he heard the scream ripped from her lips. He pounded harder and felt himself climax into her hot core. Grace collapsed on her stomach upon the bed. She breathing was still ragged from the fierce loving. David lay down upon the bed next to her, gently running his hands down her back to her ample ass and back up again. Grace turned her head to look at David, and she smiled. David smiled back at her. “So that is what basic is like?” David stopped smiling, a worried look on his face. “I’m just kidding. And you know that it won’t be like that. But I sure enjoyed your basic training.” David smiled again. “And just think, only six more weeks of it.” Grace laughed and moved into David’s arms. They both fell into a peaceful sleep, tired and drained.