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Play On

By: sr71plt



The older man with the sinewy, grizzled body, baldheaded but with an abundance of salt and pepper body hair, and the younger man, barely more than a boy, tall and lanky and blond, met at the center of the net. The younger man, shirtless and in gym shorts and tennis shoes, looked wrung out and was hanging his head. He was covered in sweat and had a hangdog look about him. His hair was soaked and hanging down in his face. He obviously had been worked hard on the court.

In contrast, the old man, also shirtless and in gym shorts and tennis shoes, looked like he could go another couple of sets. He was lightly sweating too, but his body more glistened than melted under the burning Flushing Meadows sun. His body was hard, not massively muscled, but without an ounce of body fat on him. So hard that the bluish veins on his arms, legs and torso popped up just under the surface, there being no fat in his body for them to run through.

The older man was lecturing the younger man, demonstrating this and that with his tennis racket. The younger man was mimicking his moves and either nodding or shaking his head at the quiet instruction he was being given. After a bit, the older man reached across the net and cupped the back of the young blond's head and gave it a couple of pats.

They turned and walked toward the benches at the side of the tennis court, where their gym bags lay on the ground and various bits of tennis paraphernalia and backup tennis rackets were scattered along the benches. They were also walking toward a middle-aged man standing near the net post and just inside the wire gate to the corridor between this practice court and the one next to it. This third man, who was fifty, but a well-preserved, if slightly puffy, fifty, was wearing a light-green polo shirt over well-pressed khaki trousers. His brown-leather loafers looked like they'd cost a couple of hundred doors—each shoe—and, indeed they had. He was a handsome man with a full head of gray hair, but with darker eyebrows, a darker down on his forearms, and darker hair curling up from the V of his polo shirt, indicating that he once had been an auburn brunette. Twenty years the older man's junior, he hadn't sustained the hard body the older man had. He wasn't fat, but he was meatier and more pampered, treated more to massages than the blistering sun and the effect of pounding after tennis balls.

As the two tennis players reached the side post, the man who had been coaching the young player man reached over and slapped the younger man on the butt and muttered, "Get a shower, and then I'll see you in my office after I've had a chat with Mr. Sebastian here." His voice, a deep bass, was heavily accented. Either Russian or of some eastern European origin. In fact, it was Russian, retained despite fifty years residence in the States.

The young blond flashed Sebastian a look laced with curiosity, interest, and a hint of recognition. He then went over to the bench, scooped up his tennis gear, and sauntered off toward a long, low building set in the middle of a sea of practice courts.

The two older men watched him go, and then Sebastian turned to the older tennis player. "Wasn't that Gordy Patten, Grigor? Didn't he go out in the first round?"

"Yes it is Gordon Patten, and yes he did get beaten in the first round. You may remember him from the academy, although he was just a kid then. Took a set, though, which is better than last year."

"I heard you tell him to meet you in your office. They've given you your own office here?"

"Including your Stephanie, I have seven in the tournament, so I get my own office in the locker room here, yes."

The older tennis player and coach, Zhukov was standing close to Andrew Sebastian, and Andrew trembled at the sensation that the older man would reach out and touch him. The Russian tennis coach had always been the hands-on type. Andrew couldn't decide whether he would shrink from the touch or warm to it. The two men hadn't spoken in person for five years, and the parting had been somewhat volatile. And then the Russian did reach out and touch Andrew on the forearm, leaving his fingers there, as they continued to talk in somewhat strained tones. A chill went up Andrew's spine at the touch, and the sensation fought for his attention as they continued to talk in low tones, even though there wasn't another soul in sight.

"That was two weeks ago when Patten lost," Sebastian said. "First day of the Open. I'm surprised he's still here. So, he's still one of yours? I would have thought—"

"Yes, I have him at academy still—and it has been years, I think, since you have come to Boca. Even Stephanie notices that and remarks on it—somewhat bitterly, I might say. Not good; not smart. But on Patten. His backers won't release him from my academy 'til I say he's ready to go on his own. I told him second round at the U.S. Open this year or back to Boca Raton. So, is back to Boca Raton."

"But not last week?"

"No. He stay here and watch how others do it—others who can get past first round. And I work him every morning, here, until he ready to fall, until he look good enough to make it to second round in Melbourne in January."

"I'm glad you weren't that hard on the women players, Grigor." Sebastian said, with a somewhat nervous laugh.

"Stephanie never complains to you does she, Andy?"

"No, Stephanie never complained to me about you. She has always sung your praises."

"And now she in the women's finals, this afternoon."

"Yes, yes, she is. Against your own daughter. How do you feel having two of the women players you trained, including your own daughter, in the women's final of a major?"

"Is about time, don't you think?" Grigor Zhukov answered. "How do you think I feel? Proud, of course."

"But it means so much to you—what you want from me—to do this?"

Zhukov just gave Sebastian a hard look, and when he next spoke, he changed the subject altogether. "Must go now, Andy. I see you later. Instruction of Gordy not over yet."

Andrew Sebastian returned the hard look, started to say something, thought better of it, and then turned and walked to the open gate to the pathway between courts.

"I see you later, right?" Zhukov repeated, his voice a bit deeper and harder than the first time he'd said it.

Sebastian visibly sighed and answered, without turning back. "Yes, later." And then he left, walking in the opposite direction to that Gordy Patten was taking to the locker rooms. Going instead toward the main part of the tennis complex of Flushing Meadows, where his daughter and Grigor's would be battling it out later that afternoon for the women's tennis championship trophy at the U.S. Open.

Zhukov watched him go until he'd turned a corner at the edge of the practice court compound and was out of sight, and then he walked slowly toward the locker room. He wasn't in a hurry. He did his best not to wince as he walked. At seventy, he knew he was getting too old for this hands-on tennis instruction. But with him, it would be hands-on or nothing.

He entered the locker room and looked around, not seeing anyone. It was the last Saturday of the tournament. It was all over except for the two championship matches. The two men would be out here, practicing, this afternoon, wanting to do so when all attention was on the court where the two women were playing their final match. They'd both sleep in this morning, though, willing their bodies to recover from the two hard-fought weeks of getting this far.

He passed the shower room, the shower still dripping where Gordy Patten had just been, and entered his temporary office, at the end of a corridor, back in a corner, just like he'd requested. There was a window in the door. All of the doors had windows in them. But he'd covered his on the inside with paper and no one had questioned him. Once in the door, and having closed it behind him, Zhukov stood there, looking at the young tennis player, Gordy Patten, perched on the edge of a massage table, naked except for a towel wrapped around his middle.

Zhukov shot the bolt of the door lock behind him and moved to the table.

Neither of them spoke. This was nothing unusual. This had gone on since he turned eighteen while Gordy trained at Zhukov's Boca Raton tennis academy—just part of the payment for Zhukov developing Patten into a tennis star.

Reaching the younger man, Zhukov reached down, placed his hands under Patten's knees, and lifted the young man's legs off the floor, spreading them and raising them to where the heels of Patten's bare feet could dig into the edge of the padded table top. Patten himself unknotted his towel, opened it, and spread it out on the surface of the table top on either side of him. He leaned his torso back, his shoulders pressing into the cinderblock wall on the far side of the massage table, and moaned to the ceiling as Zhukov's tongue went below his ball sac and between the orbs of his buttocks.

Within minutes, the younger man was grunting and groaning and gasping as Zhukov, his gym shorts and jockstrap down around his ankles, worked his cock inside the younger man's passage. Patten cried out as Zhukov jerked his legs up and out, strong hands grasping the younger man's ankles, as he dove his cock deep into the channel and began to pump.

Patten panted and moaned, always surprised as how big the Russian was, how much deeper he could reach inside him than any other man, how vigorously the old man still could fuck him.

* * * *

"Are you sure you are staying here, that you aren't coming to the court?" Patricia Sebastian asked, more than a bit pissed, and her mood came across clearly. She was decked out to the nines in expensive-brand tennis wear, although she'd never lifted a racket herself and referred to the sets as innings, and had spent the entire morning getting her hair done, a manicure, and pedicure. She wanted to hear the commentators say that she and Stephanie looked more like sisters than mother and daughter.

"No, I'm sure. I'd be more of a nervous wreck than I am now," her husband, Andy, answered. He was sitting on the bed in shorts and a T-shirt. Open-toed sandals on his feet. He could have been going to a tennis match too, but one where he'd more likely be sitting in nose-bleed heaven than one of the players' boxes.

"This is your daughter's first super bowl final—maybe her last."

"It's a grand slam tennis event, Pat, not the super bowl. It being her first is all the more reason for me not to attend. I'd have a meltdown courtside whether she was winning or losing and the cameras would be delighted to catch that and take attention away from our daughter. All of the attention should be on her—speaking of which, you aren't really going to wear that hat in the player's box, are you?"

"Don't change the subject," Patricia said—although she took the neon-hued straw hat off and cast it on a chair, where, Andrew was later pleased to see, it was still pulsing when she'd left for the tennis venue. "It's just another example of you not supporting our daughter's career."

"That's not fair, Pat. I have worked my ass off to pay for her training and preparation and through two years of working her way into getting enough prize money to support herself. And I got her into Grigor Zhukov's tennis academy and moved my business down to Boca Raton so she'd have a house and family to come home to."

"And then moved the business back to Richmond after only two years. And left Stephanie and me alone down there for the next five years before she started into the junior tournaments."

"You don't understand, Pat. I did all I could. I was there when it mattered, and then I couldn't go on any . . ." He stopped. He hadn't told them before. He hadn't said anything to either Pat or Stephanie about it—ever. And today wasn't the day to bring it up. He had thought several times in the last three years that Pat knew something—but not that, not what was most significant and telling today—today of all days. Nothing had come up in the divorce, but he was sure that Pat had nosed out something. That's why he hadn't contested the divorce and had been generous. He no longer cared what Pat knew—but he didn't want Stephanie to know—or, god forbid, the press. Her career was just lifting to the pinnacle now. She didn't need any side circus attached to her.

"At least you'll be there afterward—for the parties and such—win or lose?"

"Yes, Pat. After the match—knowing its outcome one way or the other—I'll be there. Stephanie probably won't even know I wasn't in the stadium during any part of the match—unless you tell her, of course. We can tell everyone I just had to watch it from someplace inconspicuous, where the cameras couldn't pick me up."

"But you won't be there at all, will you?"

"No. I'll be here, in the hotel. Watching it on TV." And, in fact, Andrew planned on doing that—although not just that. But he had no intention of telling Pat what else he'd be doing. "And I have a strong feeling that those will be victory parties—victory parties for Stephanie—we'll be going to."

"You think so? Stephanie told me she wasn't sure at all. Maria Zhukov is a strong player, very strong. This isn't her first sup— . . . champion's final."

"Yes, but Maria doesn't have many more years in her and Stephanie is just coming up. I just have a strong feeling about this." The strong feeling was from inside track knowledge, although he'd never reveal it. And, though never mentioned, it was proof positive of what he'd do for Stephanie's career.

They left the room at the Sheraton LaGuardia East hotel together. It was Pat and Stephanie's room, not his. His room was three floors above. They no longer were a family, and Stephanie was nearly as dismissive of him now as Pat had been since the divorce. She too thought that he had deserted her. But she was as wrong as Pat about that.

He let Pat take the first elevator that responded, down to the ground floor and to the waiting limousine that would take her to Flushing Meadow and the limelight that she basked in—probably more so than Stephanie did. And then, with a deep sigh, he summoned another elevator to take him up three floors.

* * * *

Andrew had plenty of time to get back to his hotel room, take a long shower, and pad out into the room with just a towel around his waist and turn on the TV set to catch his daughter, looking younger than her twenty-one years and perky in a way that he knew meant she was a bundle of nerves, and Maria Zhukov, at thirty-two looking tough, determined, and "been here before" confident, come out of the tunnel and onto the court at Arthur Ashe Stadium. At nearly the same time as he switched on the TV set, there was a knock on his hotel room door.

"Did anyone see you?" he asked as he let the man into his room.

"No reporters, if that's what you mean," Grigor Zhukov answered. "But wouldn't that make the news: 'Dads fuck in Hotel Room while Daughters Battle at U.S. Open Final.'"

"That's not funny, Grigor," Andrew said, withdrawing into the room. Backing, whether he meant to or not to the edge of the bed, where Grigor advanced upon him, reaching out and placing the heel of his hand in the center of Andrew's chest.

"You've put on weight in last five years, Andy."

"Then perhaps you don't want to do this," Andrew snapped back.

"Not enough weight for me not to want to do this," Grigor snapped right back. "Have they started play yet?"

"You can see for yourself. The set's on. The girls are warming up."

"Good, we can fuck while they volley in first set. I can be there for trophy ceremony. Do you think I can time my thrusts with the rhythm of the volley?" He laughed at his own joke.

"Do you always have to be so crude—and so direct, Grigor?" Andrew asked.

"You always liked that about me. I don't pretend like you do."

"You do pretend, Grigor, or you'd be out of business."

"And you'd be out of a tennis star for a daughter. But enough of warm up for us." Grigor pushed Andrew down to a seated position on the bed with one hand and grabbed for and whipped off the towel Andrew had tied around his waist with the other hand. In short order, his own trousers and briefs had hit the floor, he had his hands cupping Andrew's ears, and he was guiding Andrew's mouth to his cock.

Andrew didn't fight him. He had known that Grigor was coming here. He had known what Grigor was coming for. He didn't go down on the cock immediately. His tongue went to the tight skin over Grigor's hairless groin and traced the line of a bluish vein down to the base of the cock and then down the cock. He was about to cover the oversized cap of the throbbing cock with his mouth, when, instead, he turned his face up to Grigor's.

"You did set it up, didn't you? I agreed to be here—for you, like this—because you were going to arrange for Stephanie to win. Maria has won two majors already. And she's thirty-two. You agreed that it was Stephanie's time, her turn. Right?"

Grigor laughed. "You would have been here for me even if I didn't . . . wouldn't you? No pretending." And then, when Andrew didn't answered, Grigor laughed again and said, "Suck me off. I don't have all day."

Andrew didn't have time to look at the set—or listen to the commentary—until Grigor had grabbed his knees and lifted and spread them so that he was digging his heels into the edge of the bed and had reclined back on the bed, holding Grigor's bald head between his hands and moaning as Grigor's mouth went down under his ball sac and the Russian's tongue darted between the crease of his buttocks.

Groaning and moaning deeply, Andrew turned his face to the TV set. The score was 3 to 1, first set, in Maria's favor. The camera went to the stands, picking out Maria's box and then Stephanie's, focusing in on Patricia preening for the camera, appearing not the least concerned that her daughter was down a break of serve, probably not even realizing that Stephanie already was losing.

Andrew shuddered and whimpered, his eye's slitting, "Please," he murmured.

"Please what?" Grigor queried, lifting his head, staring up along a naked, trembling torso that wasn't all that bad for a man of fifty.

"Please, if you're going to do it, get to it."

"You want cock, don't you? You're beginning to remember how much you wanted it; how often you begged for cock after first time I took you. I'm not here because of any deal you think you made for Stephanie, am I? I'm here because you remember cock and want it again. You never should have left Boca, left me."

Andrew groaned and turned his head toward the TV set. He didn't see it or hear it, though. He was thinking, thinking back to when Stephanie's talent was first remarked on. She was only six. It had taken nearly two years to get her into Zhukov's academy. Andrew had been thirty-four when he'd let the first man fuck him. He'd long fantasized about—and had been propositioned; he was quite a looker when younger—but he'd never been given enough of a reason to take the risk. Until he was trying to get Stephanie in the Zhukov academy. Zhukov, that first man, had been fifty-four. He told Andrew straight out what the conditions would be before he'd take Stephanie on as a student. He'd fucked Andrew for a year before she was permitted to enter the academy.

Five years ago, as Stephanie was showing the ability to move to the pros, Andrew had broken away. He left Boca Raton. Moved his business back to Richmond. Left Patricia and Stephanie behind in Florida. Tried to celebrate his escape from Grigor. But he hadn't escaped, not really. There had been more men then. He ever had been on a quest for someone who could fuck him like Grigor had. The quest had not been fully successful. And then there had been the divorce.

The deal had been Grigor's idea, and Andrew had jumped to it—and, yes, damn it, it hadn't just been because of the deal. It had been because he never had gotten Grigor out of his system.


Play Rape



This story is total fiction, any resemblance to anyone living or dead is coincidental.

My wife and I have always had a great sex life, better than any I know of. Her name is Helen and she loves her sex a little on the rough side. We like to do the role-playing thing, and have tried many different things, but her favorite is the rape game. The feeling of being forced to do anything that I want makes her go crazy, she loves it.

One night we were sitting around just chillin' out, talking, and sipping some wine. The kids were in bed so we could talk freely and of course sex was soon the topic of choice. Well before we knew it we had drank both bottles of wine that I had picked up on the way home from work, smoked a couple of fatties, and she was hot. She looked at me, grinned and said that she wanted to be forced into sex (our favorite), but with a twist. The first part I understood, but I had to ask about the twist. I sat there watching my naked wife slowly fucking her dripping, wet pussy with her favorite dildo as she spoke.

My wife told me she wanted me to play a bad man. Break into our house and take her forcefully. This was nothing new, but as she continued I was soon to learn that the twist was just this. She wanted to be taken for a whole day. 24 hours of being captive to a bad man and forced to submit to his every desire. As she fucked her pussy faster and faster she said she wanted to be tied up and abused just like a real rape. Since we have a safety phrase (the words I LOVE YOU) I knew nothing serious could happen to her and I agreed to her fantasy.

The next day was Saturday so we arranged to have the kids sleep over at their Grandparents, leaving the house all to us. I was to drop them off and when I returned the game would be on.

She was going to be on the couch, pretending to be asleep when I came in, and there she was. I went into our bedroom and gathered some things that I would need. There were the handcuffs, some pieces of rope, a ball gag, and a good assortment of vibrators, and dildos. I put all this on the coffee table except the handcuffs.

I went to the side of the couch and snapped the handcuffs on one wrist. Feeling this she started to fight me kicking and screaming so much I had to get my weight on her and let her tire out. Once she settled a bit I was able to get the other wrist behind her back.

I stood up and looked at her lying on the floor, hands held firm behind her back. She said “Take my money, just please don’t hurt me”. “Shut up you little bitch, I’ll take anything I want”, and with that I grabbed a piece of rope and walked to were she was lying. Seeing the rope in my hand she began to struggle again, begging me to please leave.

I got hold of her and spun her onto her back. Straddling her chest I grabbed her by the throat and slapped her face hard. “You are going to give me what I want you fuckin' pig”, and slapped her again in the face and again.

Now slightly dazed, I managed to get a rope around her ankles and tied them good. As I stood up I took a handful of her hair and pulled her to a sitting position. “Now you are mine bitch, and you will do what I say or you will be beaten and then do it anyway.”

I stepped in front of her and released my already hard cock from my pants. “No, no! Please no, don’t do this”. Slap across the face again. Grabbing her by the hair again with one hand and my cock in the other I pressed it to her lips, but she wouldn’t open up. Taking a second to think I reached down and pinched a nipple hard, right through her shabby button down shirt. This new pain caused her to forget about my cock in front of her face, and when she opened her mouth to yell I shoved my cock right down her throat. She gagged a little and tried to pull away, so I put both hands behind her head and started to give her the throat fucking of her life. “Suck it pig, blow me”. Fucking her face like a man possessed I drove my cock down her throat time and time again. I could feel that I was getting close to cumming, so I told the little whore to swallow it all. As I sent my jizz into her mouth I began the beating again just to make my point. She gagged some more so I pulled her mouth off my cock and finished cumming on her face. I looked at her and sneered, “Just stay there for awhile bitch, I need a smoke”, and with that I sat down, lit up and left her there tied up covered in my cum.

I must admit I felt a little bad looking at my poor wife just sitting there, but she never said the words and a quick glance at her crotch confirmed it. Her pussy was so wet she had soaked right through her shorts. I crushed out my smoke, striped off my clothes and headed across the room to my little captive. She begged me to leave her alone. “Shut your mouth bitch or I’ll fill it again”. I reached out and grabbed the front of her shirt with both hands. One good tug sent the buttons flinging and bared those beautiful tits to me. “Please don’t, please just go”.’ That’s it you little whore let’s go into your room for a while”. I ripped off a good part of her shirt and wiped the cum off her face. I scooped her up and tossed her over my shoulder, gathered a couple of the vibrators and headed for the bedroom. 

Once in the room I tied her hands up over her head from a hook in the ceiling. She stood there helpless as I walked around behind her. She hadn’t seen the ball-gag that I brought in, so it surprised her when it appeared from nowhere and was forced into her mouth. “That should keep you quiet pig”. Standing behind her, out of her sight I started to run my hands all over her body. I leaned into her back, and grabbed a tit in each hand and whispered in her ear “Nice tits bitch”. I pinched her nipples until they pointed straight out. “Now its time to have some more fun with you. Let’s see how much of a slut you are”. I took out a vibrator and lubed it up. I looked at her,” your ass is going to love this”. I pulled the crotch of her soaking wet shorts to one side and spread her cheeks apart. I rubbed it all around her asshole, and started to work it into her tight ass. She took all 7 inches before she was rocked by her own orgasm. She was shaking pretty good, but still ready for more abuse. Leaving the toy in her ass I pulled the shorts back in place so it would stay there. Still tied and topless I pulled out our whip and whipped her tits good, then I moved around behind her and whipped her ass. With the combination of the toy and the whipping she was getting ready for another orgasm. I pulled the top of her shorts down over her ass and slapped it hard. That was just enough to send her over the edge for the second time. With her knees ready to give out I untied her hands and let her fall onto the bed.

After all this I needed a break, I stripped her naked And tied her spread-eagle to the bed. Once tied I removed the vibrator, dimmed the lights, pulled the shade and let her lay there for two hours while I watched some of the game on TV. When I went in to see her she had fallen asleep. I grabbed the whip and landed a good blow across her tits and yelled “Wake up bitch, its time for some more fun”. She started to squirm and strain against the ropes but they held tight. I whipped her a few more times until her tits were a dark pink. Dropping the whip I jumped on the bed landing with one knee on each side of her. Now straddling her chest I reached for the nipple clamps on the nightstand. Doing this brought my cock right above her face. “You like cock don’t you bitch”. I rubbed my cock all over her face. “My cock likes you slut; I can’t wait to fuck your hot cunt”. I sat back and grabbed one defenseless tit and put one clamp on her hard nipple, then the other. Placing one hand on her neck I leaned forward, “You just lay there, pig, lay there while I fuck you”. I pulled the ball-gag out of her mouth and gave her a slap across the face. “You hear me bitch, you are going to take my cock in your cunt”. I slid down her body until my cock was resting against her wet pussy. “Now take it whore”, with that I slammed my whole cock into her juicy pussy and slapped her face again at the same time. As I pounded her pussy like a jackhammer I reached for the chain that was attached to her nipples. I started to pull and tug on this for awhile She started to squirm around a little, so with one hand still on her throat I slapped her face. 

That’s when she finally said something. “Harder”, she screamed “harder”. I slapped her harder and harder as I fucked her fast. I could tell she as going for a ride as soon as I felt her pussy tighten around my cock. She started to twitch and shake which brought me over the edge. I sent flood after flood of hot cum into her pussy. I collapsed right on top of her. After a few seconds she said “Oh my god, I love you”, I untied her and pulled her to me and held her tight. Man that was one hot night. Just one of many.

THE END



Play Room



The chair is high-backed with no arms, the sort you would normally find at a dining setting, however this one is not at a dining setting and not in a dining room. It is situated at the side of a room, about a metre out from the wall. I am seated in it with my arms tied together behind the back of the chair and my legs pulled back and tied to the rear legs of the chair, and I am naked. The only thing other than being as nature intended me is the ropes binding me and a ball gag to keep me from shouting out.

My wife is standing in the middle of the room, approximately 3 metres from me, standing with her back to me. She too is naked but for her bindings and a ball gag as well. In addition though, she is blindfolded. Her arms are stretched above her head, secured by leather cuffs to chains which hang from the ceiling, but not enough to prevent her standing flat footed. Her feet however are stretched apart and tied thus to two metal rings imbedded in the floor of the room, situated far enough apart to allow short ropes to attach to each ankle and compel a person such as Karen to keep her legs spread wide. In this position her full torso, buttocks and legs are vulnerable as is her pussy which due to her predicament is open and exposed to anyone who should look upon her.

At present there are three people gazing at her bondaged form. Other than myself are two people Karen and I have "befriended". They are Jenny, and John who is also known as "Johnno", who are indeed inspecting my wife. But their intention is obviously more than an inspection. John has a look on his face that tells me all his Christmas's have come at once. Jenny for her part appears to be more than merely enjoying herself as I watch her breasts rise and fall with each rapid breath, indicating to me her rising excitement. She glances across at me and smiles slightly as she views my bound and naked predicament.

Standing proud, Jenny is wearing a see-through black gown. In addition she has on a black suspender belt, dark grey stockings with a lace band around the top and her shoes which are of open design, made with leather straps and each shoe has a brass ring attached to it. In her right hand is a riding crop. Even in our current situation I cannot help thinking of having her at my mercy as I look at her shoes and the rest of her as she stands there provocatively, imagining her tied to a bed with a rope attached to each ring in her shoes, spreading her wide for me to play with her, for her to be my plaything and not the other way around. I feel a stirring in my cock as I think of her and hope she doesn't notice it as well. Dead puppies, think of dead puppies!!

John for his part is completely naked and I see his cock and balls are shaved and smooth.

"Don't be in a hurry Johnno," Jenny tells her husband as she continues to look at me. "We have all night to play with these two and I think we should savour every moment of it."

I struggle, trying to wriggle my hands free. I can move them a little but they are tied together. These two have done their work well and I find I am securely bound and forced to watch as they both begin their wicked torment of my helpless wife.

I watch as they both run their hands over Karen. She jumps at the first touch from John, followed shortly thereafter by Jenny. They caress her body, slowly running their hands over every inch of her, from her head to her toes. I see her struggle and try to avoid Jenny's touch as she strokes Karen's leg, her ankle and finally her foot. I know how she hates having her feet touched. Some people love it, some hate it. Karen hates it. She cries out into the gag and tries in vain to move her feet out of Jenny's reach, but she cannot. She swings her hips to the side all to no avail, though almost knocking John over. When she cries out against the gag once more, Jenny finally leaves her foot, realising that if they are to seduce her and have her become their willing slave they must first excite her beyond her wildest dreams. Upsetting her is not in her plans it seems.

"Don't touch her feet Johnno, we want her compliant, not upset."

I see Karen visibly relax on hearing this. They both continue to caress and tease her flesh, John doing the majority of the damage, stroking her skin, sliding his hands over her again and again, cupping her breasts and teasing her pussy until Karen's breathing begins to inform her captors of her body's betrayal.

"Are you going to be a good girl then?" Jenny inquires in her ear.

Karen nods her head vigorously showing she is happy to do as she is told. John, stepping behind her gives her arse a quick slap, making her jump once more. 

"I think she's been a bad girl and needs to be taught her place," he states.

No! Karen shakes her head.

"Hmm. Perhaps you are right. Do you need to be taught your place slave?"

Once again Karen shakes her head from side to side, indicating she doesn't want to be punished.

"I'm inclined to agree with you Johnno. We've already seen this one has too much spirit. I think a damn good flogging will teach her her place. Would you like to go first or are you going to be a gentleman and allow me first pleasure?"

"Oh, by all means Madame, be my guest. I will be more than happy to take over when you have softened her up a little."

With that I watch as John steps away from my bound and naked wife. He walks to the side picking up his drink, preparing to enjoy the show his wife is about to put on, using my wife as a toy for their entertainment.

Using the riding crop she holds in her hand, Jenny begins almost gently, stroking Karen's back and sides, running it down first one leg then the other. She walks around her captive taking her time, building the tension, allowing her bondwoman time to anticipate the punishment she knows will be inflicted upon her, however unmerited it might be. Across Karen's stomach and down the insides of her thighs, Jenny traces the leather tip of the crop, sliding it over her hips and, as she circles predatorily, across one buttock then the other before striking for the first time.

Karen cries out, but the cry is muffled as will be many more that follow. It is fright more than pain though that has elicited this sound however. As the next smite lands and the next and the next I watch helplessly on, unable to protect her, watching as the intensity and impetus increase. I watch as her buttocks change from white to pink to a glowing red. I watch as she struggles in her bonds, unable to move her limbs more than inches. Moving her torso is of no avail as she is unable to see her assailant, not knowing where she will strike from, not knowing where she will strike next as her administrator begins her assault now on legs and stomach and breasts. 

She struggles to breathe around the gag and Jenny removes it allowing Karen to take thankful gulps of air. I watch on still as Karen's Governess stands directly in front of her, harrowing her breasts, using her switch to flick each nipple in turn, alternating between them until they are hard and erect making them an even easier target for punishment.

Karen cries out, now uninhibited by the ball that muffled her, thrusting her breasts forward! My God! It suddenly occurs to me that she is enjoying this! Her cries are not only of anguish and pain but also of pleasure. I can see her breathing becoming heavy as her excitement takes hold of her. When Jenny strikes her between her legs, gently tapping her spread and vulnerable cunt, she throws her head back and offers herself willingly to her Mistress for more pain/pleasure. From my position behind her I can clearly see the wicked flap of leather as each time it finds it's target between her legs. Mesmerised I see the shaft of the crop as it slides between Karen's spread pussy lips, the tip protruding beyond her arse cheeks, the long thin rod running forward and back, teasing her quim, driving her level of desire higher with each advance and retreat, causing her to moan aloud; loud enough for us all to hear clearly.

Johnno has watched long enough. Approaching the two women he grasps the whip as it steals through the wench's sex once more. Jenny looks at him questioningly, thinking he wants to take over, which indeed he does, but first he wishes to join in the play before assuming control of their enslaved captive. From the rear I see him pull upward on the rod, putting further pressure between her legs and Jenny does likewise from the front. Between them they cause Karen to rise up on her tip toes as they apply tension to her spread labia. Sandwiched thus she can do nothing to prevent them, as with a gentle rocking motion they tease her, tormenting her clit.

"Please," she pleads, "No more!"

Finally relinquishing, they allow her to rest for a short time. Johnno steps away from Karen briefly, only to return with a flogger, a whip made up of twenty tentacles of leather, each approximately fifteen inches in length and about a centimetre in width. 

He drapes the talons over her shoulder and trails them down her back, allowing them to fall to her waist and further, to slither tantalisingly over her already brutalised buttocks.

Jenny moves away, walking over to stand behind me out of sight, leaving Karen at the mercy of Johnno. Still blindfolded, my wife is unprepared for the first onslaught as Johnno flicks his wrist, whipping her squarely across the middle of her back. Building slowly, in a constant barrage he flails her with his beastly weapon and I watch on as her back quickly takes on the colour of her buttocks. I fear he has gone too far as he repeatedly strikes her with the flogger, and while I hear her squeals of pain she does not ask him to stop. Once more I am convinced she is enjoying the pain as others enjoy pleasure, as the leather covers her back and buttocks and legs. Her breathing has again taken on a resemblance of sexual excitement and while she endeavours to shy away from each strike as it hits, she waits passively for the next to land.

"Are you prepared to accept your position as our slave for the night?" He inquires of her.

Taking her silence as a negative he once more attacks her in a flurry of strikes across her back and buttocks, stomach and breasts.

"Well?" he demands.

"Yes," she whispers meekly.

"Yes what!?"

"Yes Sir."

"Yes Master!"

"Yes Master," she whispers, finally submitting.

"Very good slave. For the rest of tonight you will call me Master, and Jenny Mistress. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master."

Johnno removes her blindfold and then places a collar around Karen's neck before graciously untying first her legs and then her arms. Released, she is suddenly unable to stand and Johnno catches her as her legs give way. He helps her to the massage table situated to the side and lays her face down, allowing her a much needed respite. Her arms fall to either side of the table and he begins running his hands over her, gently, caressing her as she lays there. He grasps her legs and positions them wider, allowing me a partial view of her pussy. I watch still as he continues to run his hands over her from head to foot, sensually, amorously, and still I watch as he begins to manipulate her, his evil designs once again coming to the fore as his hands begin to excite her flesh. I see him playing with her pussy, sliding his fingers teasingly inside her spread and open sex.

So transfixed have I been with what is happening to Karen, I have forgotten that Jenny had moved behind me. It is with a start that I feel the caress of her hand across my shoulder, and a tingle runs through me like an electric shock as her fingers trace a line up the back of my neck. I feel a thrill of excitement as I sense her move in close to me, her breath at my ear. I feel her fingers as they unbuckle the gag, releasing my mouth, allowing me to breathe with ease, allowing me to speak.

"Do you like seeing your wife like this?" she whispers to me.

How can I tell her the truth? What sort of monster likes to see his wife tied and whipped and abused? What sort of heinous person would allow her to be used as a sex toy by other people?

"No," I lie.

I feel Jenny trace the riding crop across my chest, trailing it down across my stomach and down across the top of my thigh to my knee ,before it snakes back up the inside of my thigh, before it runs up the side of my erection. Her other hand has slipped over my shoulder and is running across my chest, across and back, coming to rest with her fingers grasping my nipple, gently, slowly, rolling it between her fingers.

"If it doesn't excite you then why are you so hard?" she breathes into my other ear. "Why is you cock leaking? You have not cried out to her, why not? Is it because you want to watch,? You like to watch, don't you? Is it because you have fantasised about her as a sex slave to be used while you watch?"

As she seductively whispers this last, she kisses the side of my neck while at the same time lightly stroking my cock with the broad leather tip of the crop. 

"You have, haven't you?" she encourages me.

"Yes," I moan, "Yes, I like watching her. I like seeing her tied and used. She likes pain and I can't give it to her, I can't hurt her as much as she likes!"

"Shoosh, it's alright. We can do that for you and you can watch all you like," her breath is a caress, her voice hypnotic. 

I feel the switch as it continues to tease my cock, running slowly up and down my length, and I struggle to stop myself from moaning aloud. 

"Do you like that? she croons.

"Yes," I croak.

Removing the whip, I watch as Jenny walks around in front of me, standing facing me, positioning her legs inside my spread legs, her knees pressed against the inside of mine. I look at her standing there naked but for her garter belt, stockings and shoes. She has shed her black gown and I cannot stop my gaze roaming over her, her naked breasts and shaved inviting pussy, her stockinged legs all there for me to devour with my eyes and she is happy for me to ogle her, waiting, teasing me, and the thought of tasting her, of running my tongue over her causes me to salivate. Using the riding crop, she runs the tip over me once more, up and down my legs, over my torso, shoulders, neck and face, but not my cock. She avoids my cock, knowing I need her to touch it, knowing it is there that I want her attentions, knowing it is driving my level of desire higher and higher. 

She casts aside her tool of pleasure and pain, dropping it to the ground. She rests her hands on my knees and lowers herself to kneel between my bound limbs, and once there she runs her hands up both my legs at the same time, my nerves once again feeling the electricity of her touch. She brings her hands together to capture my aching erection in her grasp. Teasingly she runs a thumb up the underside of it, gently rubbing it across the glands under the head of my cock, using my pre-cum to lubricate the head. Using only the tip of her index finger she spreads the ooze, covering the entire crown, smearing it down the length of my shaft. 

I try to stay focused, I try to resist her but my body betrays me as she strokes the underside of my balls with feather like touches, then, holding them in her hand, she squeezes them lightly, increasing the pressure, letting me know she has control over me. My breathing has become quick and laboured as I struggle to maintain some level of sanity. It is a losing battle and one Jenny knows she will win as she brings her mouth up close to my cock, to within an inch of it, holding it at the base with both hands, breathing on it as she teases me.

"Would you like me to put it in my mouth? You only have to ask," She inquiries in a low sweet voice.

Valiantly I resist her, determined not to let her know how much I want her to do just that.

I look down and see her looking at my prick, enthralled by it, craving it as she licks just under the head, lapping up more pre-cum as my member forsakes me.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like me to take him in my mouth? He tastes divine." 

And again she licks my penis, playing with me, sending me insane with a need that must be fulfilled as she continues with her embouchure.

"Yes! Yes I want it in your mouth!" I succumb.

Using her thumb once more she now teases me in earnest, rubbing it up and down continuously over the glands, driving me wild with lust! I know that I will agree to anything just for relief from this torture, just to satisfy the demands of my body.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" the vixen purrs at me. 

"Yes I'm sure!"

"You have to ask nicely then," she demands in the same sultry seductive voice.

"Please, just put it in your mouth!"

"Say please pretty please."

I can see the desire in her eyes and know that if I were strong enough to hold out she would do it anyway, but I am weak, I cannot endure the torment any longer!

"Please pretty please!!," I plead, succumbing to her. 

"That's better, much better," she tells me as she continues with her torture.

"Please stop! I can't take any more! Whatever you want, just do it! Please put your mouth on me!" I am ashamed that I have weakened so much, that I have crumbled under her ministrations, yet still I will willingly do whatever she demands of me just to ease the agony of my desires. My balls are aching and the pleasure has long ago turned to pain I am so hard!

Giving in more to her own desires than to any sense of mercy for me, than to any desire to relieve my needs, Jenny finally takes my cock in her mouth and swallows it, taking the length inside her and running her tongue around it before removing it. 

As she does this I throw my head back and moan unabashed! "Oh God, that feels so good!"

"Do you like that?" she laughs at me.

"Yes, please don't stop," I implore her. "That is just incredible!"

And with that Jenny goes to work on me in earnest, finally giving in to her own needs, finally using me for her own gratification. She continues to bob up and down, occasionally taking it out of her mouth and licking it like a popsicle before putting it back in her mouth again.

I realise I am thrusting my hips up at her, encouraging her to take every last inch of me into her.

"Don't you dare cum!" she warns me.

She continues for a moment more before removing her talented mouth altogether. She stands and, moving behind me, unties me from the chair. 

"Don't move," she instructs me. "Stay where you are."

Once having untied me she returns to me, this time facing away from me and lowers herself into my lap. She grabs my rigid cock and aims it at her moistened pussy and I grasp her by her hips, guiding her as she lowers herself onto me.

Mercilessly I pull her down onto me, impaling her, spearing her with my prick, driving it into her to the hilt, her own juices lubricating the passage. Jenny cries out, throwing her head back, her pony tail swishing me in the face as she does. Whether her cries are from pleasure or pain or a little of both I am unsure, and I hold her in place, allowing her to adjust to having me inside her. My hands slide around her and cup both breasts as she sits astride me, her legs either side on mine, spread wide.

In this position Jenny and I can both see Karen and Johnno at the massage table; they have not been idle it seems while my attention has been elsewhere. Karen is now standing, bent over the table, her collar and cuffs removed. Johnno is behind her and they are both facing toward us, giving us a clear view of them. I see him as he holds both of her hips, sliding in and out of her. She has her hands out in front of her submissively, holding on to the far edge of the table, and from the look on their faces they are both on the edge, both on the verge of climaxing! The sight of my wife in the throes of an orgasm has always excited me, however I am surprised at myself for discovering how much I enjoy it even with another man being the author of her pleasure.




Play the Game



Barbara sat down onto the easy chair with a whoosh of breath. "Oh, my feet!" she moaned. "Do they always hurt this much?"

Nita grinned wickedly at her from her spot on the floor, dark brown eyes flashing with mischief. "No, this was a Tuesday. You just wait 'til Saturday, new meat. You're going to be asking people to saw your legs off by the time the night's over."

Barbara flinched a little inside at the phrase 'new meat', but she had to admit, she felt like a steak thrown into a gator pit after her first night as a waitress. Getting a job to help out with college expenses had seemed like a good idea, and thinking about the stack of tip money in her jacket pocket, it still did. But she'd never dreamed it would be this exhausting. It always looked so easy when she was the one sitting at the table...

Still, the other girls had been very welcoming. She'd expected a ton of harassment, and to some extent, she'd gotten it. Nita wouldn't stop calling her 'new meat', and Alexis had made her feel even slower and more fumble-fingered than she was by taking half her section without missing a beat on her own tables. But Barbara had tried her best, listened carefully, and by the end of the night, the other waitresses had invited her back to the apartment that Kirsty and Donna shared for some drinks. Barbara had agreed readily, eager to get along with her new co-workers.

Kirsty walked in with a tray of shot glasses. She'd ditched her uniform in favor of the T-shirt she wore under it, and her short blonde hair was slightly messy from where she'd pulled it over her head. Still, though, Barbara thought, a hairstyle like that never gets too disorderly. Not like her own long blonde hair, which probably looked like birds were nesting in it by now. "Figures," Kirsty said sunnily as she brought the tray over to the group. "Five waitresses in one room, and who winds up getting the drinks?"

"It's a mark of respect," Donna said, emerging from her bedroom in a t-shirt and a pair of cut-off jeans, dragging a comb through her auburn hair. "We wouldn't make you do it if you weren't the best waitress in the room."

Alexis raised an eyebrow at that as Kirsty finished passing the drinks and took a seat on the couch. So did Barbara. She was already more than a little in awe of Alexis. The woman was only in her mid-thirties, but she'd probably been waitressing since she was Barbara's age, and it showed. She had the memory of an elephant and the speed of a cheetah, and seemed to be able to carry virtually unlimited numbers of trays without even chipping a nail.

But Alexis didn't say anything. Barbara suspected she didn't need to. From the way the other girls deferred to Alexis, both at work and here, it was pretty clear who the 'alpha female' was in this group.

Nita raised her glass. "To the new kid," she said. "May her blisters heal quick, and her tables tip well!" They all downed their shots, Barbara coughing just a little as she downed hers. "By the way, you know you're supposed to share your tips with the other waitresses, right?"

Everyone had a good laugh at that, even if Barbara joined in a second after everyone else. "So apart from a little alky-hol," she said, "what do you guys do for fun after the end of a shift?" She probably shouldn't ask; her first class wasn't until 11 AM, but they hadn't managed to get out of the restaurant until almost one o'clock. Still, one late night could be forgiven. She was a college student, after all. She was supposed to show up to class hung over once in a while, right?

"Well, there's always pot," Donna said matter-of-factly. Barbara tried to pretend like she, too, did illegal drugs as a matter of course. She suspected from the amused expression on Kirsty's face that she wasn't doing too well.

"Not tonight there's not," Nita said. "You guys cashed my stash on Sunday, and I worked a double yesterday and a double today. I've had time to get exactly dick."

"Late night movie?" Kirsty asked.

Donna shrugged. "Never the same without weed."

They looked at each other for a long moment. "We could play the Game," Alexis said, leaning back in her chair as she faced the others.

Donna moaned as her shoulders sagged in mock-exasperation. "Oh, not again, Lex! You always want to play the Game!"

Alexis smiled. "That's because I always win."

The other girls all looked at each other with varying degrees of trepidation. Barbara watched in confusion, noticing the slight nervousness on Donna's face, the glowing anticipation on Kirsty's pixie-ish features, and the way that Nita seemed to be steeling herself for a fight of some sort. But none of them protested further, and none of them seemed to be willing to explain what was going on. Finally, Barbara just decided to ask. "What's the Game?" she said.

"Well, that settles it," Alexis said. "We have to play the Game now, if only to show the new girl what it's like."

Donna sighed, but she went and sat down on the couch next to Kirsty. "Alright," she said. "But I'm not going first. I went first last time. Make Barbara go first. She's the new kid on the block."

"Oh, that wouldn't be fair," Alexis said. "Not if she doesn't know how to play." Alexis had a sort of grin of smug anticipation on her features, like she knew something they didn't know. Which in Barbara's case was absolutely true, but Alexis looked like she was putting something over on the whole group.

"I'll go first," Nita said. "I'm itching for a rematch. I would have gotten you last time, if I wasn't stoned off my ass."

"I don't understand," Barbara said. "Would one of you explain what the Game is?"

"It's a sort of staring contest," Kirsty said. "It's a lot of fun."

Donna looked over at her. "What's fun for you? You're terrible at it!"

"Yeah," Kirsty said with a dreamy smile on her face, "but I'm a good loser."

"The rules are simple," Alexis said. "It's just like a normal staring contest--you have to keep looking into each other's eyes, and all that--but you're allowed to blink if you want."

Barbara's forehead wrinkled in confusion. "Then how do you tell who wins?"

"You keep it up until the loser closes their eyes completely and their chin drops all the way onto their chest," Alexis said. She looked at Barbara's confused expression. "Just watch Nita and I play, you'll understand. Kirsty, you want to go next after Nita?"

"Sure!" Kirsty said, practically bouncing on the sofa in anticipation.

"Alright, then, Nita," Alexis said, looking down at the other girl. "You ready?"

"Oh, yeah," Nita said. She locked eyes with Alexis.

"Of course," Alexis said, staring steadily into Nita's eyes, "I have the advantage this time. You might not be stoned, but you let Barbara sit on the easy chair and you took the floor. That means you have to look up at me. It's going to make your eyes tired to keep looking up like that."

Understanding started to dawn on Barbara, as she remembered the section on hypnosis in last semester's Psych 101. The 'staring contest' was a sort of rudimentary hypnosis game. The girls outstared each other until they went under. She wondered if they realized that was what they were doing, or if they'd just evolved the game by accident.

Nita shook her head, making sure not to take her eyes away from Alexis' own. "No way, girl. I'm clear as a bell, this time. I can keep this up all night, if I have to."

"You say that," Alexis responded, her voice calm and even, "but you worked a double yesterday and a double today. That'd make anyone sleepy. You're probably already wishing you could just close those eyes and sleep, Nita."

"On account of two doubles?" Nita snorted out a laugh. "I could probably go work an overnight right now. Sorry, babe, but you are barking up the wrong tree."

Alexis just smiled. Barbara got a weird shiver looking at that smile. Leopards smiled that way when they saw a gazelle. "You said that last time we played the Game, Nita, remember?"

Nita looked confused for a moment. "I don't...I mean, I was pretty stoned, but..."

"Oh, yes." Alexis straightened up a little, changing the angle of her stare, forcing Nita to look up just a little bit more. "The memories are probably hazy...and fuzzy...but last time, you thought you could stay awake. Last time, you looked into my eyes and tried to tell me you weren't tired. And do you remember what happened next?"

Nita blinked. "Kinda," she said. "I mean, it's all a little, you know, like you said. Fuzzy." She didn't look quite so confident anymore.

"That's right," Alexis said. "Everything's just fuzzy, and dreamy, and you can just think back and easily remember what happened next." Barbara suppressed a grin. The other girls might not know what was going on, but Barbara was pretty sure now that Alexis knew exactly what she was doing. She just hoped that Nita and the others didn't play for money. Alexis was absolutely hustling them.

"I remember..." Nita's voice had lost that swaggering edge, and taken on a distant quality. "I remember feeling tired, very tired..." Her head bobbed slightly, sending a lock of dark brown hair down in front of her eyes, and she absently brushed it away. "And you told me..."

"I told you that it would feel very good, very soothing and relaxing and warm and enjoyable to just sink into those sleepy, tired feelings," Alexis said. Nita's eyes had rolled up in her head just a little, the pupils barely visible beneath fluttering eyelids as she tried to hold Alexis' gaze despite the way her head had drooped more than a little. "And wasn't that true, Nita?"

"Yes..." Nita said. Barbara watched the other girl's head jerk up and sink down, almost a regular pattern now of slow descents and rapid ascents. But each descent was a little longer, each jerking wakeful motion further and further apart. She noticed that the other two girls weren't watching Nita. They were watching Alexis, and they were watching her closely. Almost like they couldn't look away.

"It did feel very good, didn't it, Nita?"

"Uh-huh..." Nita said softly, dreamily, as she squirmed just a little. Barbara let out a tiny gasp as she noticed the other girl's nipples sticking out, pressing against the fabric of her uniform. This suddenly felt more than a little awkward. Nita's hands twitched slightly, like they had something they wanted to be doing, but she kept up her struggles to keep her head up and her eyes open. But Barbara could see she wasn't going to last much longer.

"And it feels better every time, Nita. This time is going to feel so much better than the last."

Nita just said, "Oh..." in a tone of sudden understanding as her head dropped that final fraction of an inch, as her eyelids finally stopped pretending that they were open enough to see anything and sealed shut completely. Nita sat there, slumped back against the couch, and Barbara watched Nita's hands start to move slowly along her body as if of their own volition.

"Looks like it's your turn, now, Kirsty," Alexis said as she looked away from the entranced girl on the floor. Barbara looked over at Kirsty to see that the other girl already had a vacant, glassy expression in her half-lidded eyes. She remembered something about conditioning in class. Probably every time these girls lost, they got more used to the idea of losing. After a few Games, they were halfway in trance just from looking into Alexis' eyes.

Kirsty didn't look like she minded much. She had a big dumb grin on her face, like she'd been looking forward to this all night. "Uh-huh," she said, her voice already taking on the same spacey quality Nita's had.

"And you can't wait to lose, can you? You like losing to me, don't you, Kirsty?" Alexis' voice had taken on a husky, growling tone. Barbara shivered a little again as she heard it. She sounded like...like...Barbara didn't know. She'd never heard anything like it before, the way it was commanding, but still sort of a 'bedroom voice'.

Barbara's eyes widened as Kirsty's hands moved up and started pinching her nipples. "Uh-huh," she sighed out, tweaking her nips through her t-shirt without any apparent shame. Was this--did they--oh, God, it was and they did. Barbara almost got up and left right then, but she knew she'd have to go in tomorrow night and work with these girls, and she didn't want them to think she disapproved. Because, y'know, she was fine with it and all, what they did in the bedroom was their business and it wasn't Barbara's place to judge, but...

"Oh, I know you want this, girl," Alexis said. Barbara tore her gaze away from Kirsty to Alexis, seeing that eager, hungry look in the older woman's eyes. Suddenly, Barbara wanted to look anywhere but at Alexis' eyes. She glanced down at Nita, who had clenched her thighs together with one hand tightly pressed between them, and watched her rhythmically squirm for a long moment before looking back over at Kirsty and Donna.

Kirsty had already dropped most of the way down, and Barbara knew somehow that the only reason she fought this long was because she liked to draw out the surrender. Donna just kept looking at Alexis like a deer caught in the headlights. This was...this was weird, and scary, and Barbara felt like she was in way over her head, but she kept calm. She knew what Alexis was doing, even if the other girls didn't. She wasn't about to sink into a deep hypnotic trance.

"Now, good girl," Alexis said, and Kirsty shuddered in pleasure at the words, "sleep." Kirsty's head dropped down, and she slid slowly sideways to slump up against Donna.

Donna, in turn, gazed at Alexis with wide, glazed eyes. "I...I..."

"You remember, Donna, don't you?" Barbara kept looking back and forth between Donna and Alexis like she was at a tennis match.

"I...yes...please, I..."

"'Please' no, Donna, or 'please' yes?" Alexis openly stroked her fingers along the crotch of her jeans now. Barbara decided that open-minded or not, as soon as Donna went under (and Barbara didn't think that was going to take long), she was going to make her excuses, plead exhaustion, and get the heck out of here before this turned into some kind of weird lesbian orgy.

"I...I don't know, I..." Donna was panting now, and at least her head wasn't drooping or anything, but she still looked like she was a zombie or something as she stared helplessly into Alexis' eyes. "I feel..."

"You feel dreamy and dizzy and sleepy and helpless," Alexis said, suddenly changing cadences and delivering the words in a rapid-fire pace, "you want to give in and submit and surrender to pleasure but you're fighting it because you don't want to admit how good it feels, you don't want to admit you want it but you know how good it's going to feel when you sink deep into trance and obey me, so you want me to tell you, you want me to make you submit so that you can enjoy that blissful sexy obedient trance without any guilt, without any shame, because if I force you to give in and become a mindless hypnotized slave girl then all that pleasure is yours to enjoy and it's not your fault..."

Donna was shuddering under the assault of the stream of words, as though she'd grabbed hold of a live wire and couldn't let go. She moaned, and Barbara wasn't sure if it was in fear or arousal.

Alexis paused for half a second, watching the other girl writhe. Finally, she just said, "Sleep," in a firm tone, and Donna's eyes slammed shut like portcullises and her head fell forward like a puppet with cut strings. Alexis turned to Barbara. "And then there was one," she said.

Barbara shook her head. "I'm not like those other girls," she said. "I know what you're doing. I know you hypnotized them."

"Then you know it works," Alexis said. "You know that I can hypnotize people, you've just seen me do it just by looking into their eyes and telling them to go deeper, to sink down, to float into a deep relaxing trance. What are you doing right now, Barbara?"

Barbara felt like her guts had turned to ice water. This wasn't...she couldn't...it didn't work that way, Alexis couldn't just hypnotize her against her will, could she? But... "I'm looking into your eyes," Barbara said in a tiny voice.

"That's right," Alexis said triumphantly. "You're looking into my eyes, just like the other girls did. You watched them sink into trance, and you watched how much it turned them on. It turned you on, too, didn't it?"

Barbara gave a tiny little shake of her head, but she couldn't seem to look away from Alexis' eyes. They seemed to catch her and hold her. "No, I...no." It didn't sound very convincing even to Barbara. She was sure Alexis could see right through it.

Because yes, even if Barbara wasn't interested in joining in, she really could picture herself slumped down like that, relaxing so completely and getting so aroused, and just thinking about it turned her on in a way that she knew made her look right now just like the other girls had looked. Glassy-eyed, aroused...Barbara knew that she'd be even more turned on to see herself looking like that, and it seemed like she was caught in an ever-deepening loop. The more the thought about how excited she was, the more excited she got.

"It's OK, Barbara," Alexis said. "You don't have to deny yourself that pleasure. You don't have to deny yourself anything. You can just keep watching my eyes, and you know that's going to send you deeper for me, without you even needing to do anything at all. You'll just sit there, and the relaxation will happen all on its own."

"But...I..." Barbara heard the vague, disjointed tones in her own voice, and knew she was losing. Losing the Game, losing her will to resist, losing everything. Even the aches and pains in her feet and legs were fading away now, feeling distant and subdued as she lost awareness of her body and just floated there in the chair.

"You don't remember what you were worried about now, Barbara, not now that you feel so good, so why don't you just let those worries go? Like a boat, casting off its anchor and floating, and it will feel even better once you let go of those worries and give yourself to me completely."

"Oh..." Barbara said, hearing the same tone of child-like wonder that she'd heard in Nita's voice when she said the same words, and hearing them made her remember that Nita had said them just before her eyes closed and her head sank down onto her chest, and Barbara wondered if she was doing that, too, but she'd have to open her eyes and look up to see, and she was too sleepy and comfortable to do that right now. She just wanted to listen to Alexis and float on her words.

That felt so good. It felt like she might feel if she were to take all her clothes off and lie naked on the floor, like hands all over her body rubbing her and stroking her, like a tongue gently lapping away at her cunny as she moaned and sighed and panted in pleasure. Alexis explained to her that she didn't need to think too hard about this, that this was just the next part of the Game and it was perfectly natural, that she could just remember it in a hazy, foggy, dreamy way and not think too hard about what they were doing right now. Barbara knew that would feel nice.

She didn't think too hard as Alexis straddled her face, as she began to lick. She knew that this was just part of the Game, just the natural reward for the winner. She felt a tongue brushing her own clit, and knew that was part of the Game too, that was the reward for losing because losing was soooo good, losing was better than winning and she'd always want to lose the Game, deep down, even if her conscious mind tried to win. Her subconscious mind would love to play and love to lose to Alexis, because her subconscious mind remembered all the parts of the Game, even the parts that her conscious mind only remembered in a sort of fuzzy hot sexy dreamy way.

Barbara listened to it all as she came and came. She knew Alexis was brainwashing her, but that was part of the Game too. And the Game was so much fun. Barbara knew she'd remember it all night tomorrow, not really letting herself think about what they were doing but remembering it as she worked side by side with Alexis, with all the girls. She'd remember how good the Game felt, how aroused she was, just in the back of her mind where it would make her all sleepy and horny, all night right up until they came back here again and Alexis suggested they play the Game once more. And even if her conscious mind thought she could win, her subconscious mind knew that it felt so much more fun to lose.




Play The Game, Johnny



 Note: all characters in this story are over 18 and consenting. 

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"John? Dude! Wake up!" 

Piggy slapped John across the back of the head playfully and grinned at him, watching him make a panicked attempt to fix his hair. "Come on man, five minutes." 

"Yeah, yeah. I'm getting there" Moaned John. Opening his eyes and batting Piggy away with his right hand, his left hand resting on his guitar holding it safe in his lap, he blinked his eyes to clear them and looked down at his wife's name tattooed on his ring finger. 

Piggy got to his feet and jumped on the spot, getting ready to go on stage "Oh my god, are you seriously thinking of your wife?? We're in England!! In mother fucking Manchester! The girls here are wild!!" Spinning around, Piggy came face to face with his own wife and grinned, "Oh... hey baby!"

Maureen Van Mortis looked at him and shook her head grinning, her white blonde hair pulled into a large black woollen beanie matching her lacy black top which leaves little to the imagination, her tattoos on show, a small black top just hiding her chest, the curve of her breasts visible above the black fabric .

"Don't listen to him, John." with a smile, she play punched Piggy's arm. "Just because Piggy invented that stupid game..."

"Hey, it's not stupid." Ginger interrupted eagerly, "its pretty fun. I found like 6 chicks in London."

"Dude you're only meant to find one." Interrupted Maureen.

"I'm on the drum riser all night; I only get one chance to look at the audience so I pick as many as I can. I don't get to run around like a crazy person like you two." Ginger glanced at Piggy D and John 5 with a hint of jealousy

"Shame man, its pretty fun." Piggy grinned playfully and planted a playful kiss on Maureen's cheek before picking up his bass 

"wait, D..." called Rob from across the dressing room, shrugging on his large union flag trench coat. Are we all ready? 

"As ready as we're ever gonna be I guess, answered Ginger. "John, you know what you gotta do!"

"I'm not gonna pick out girls to fuck, Ginger. I have a wife."

"So do I!" Ginger grinned and twirled his drumsticks as he raised an eyebrow "this is TOUR stuff, John. No one's gonna care!"

Rob looked amused and hit the back of Ginger's head "quit harassing him Kenneth. Come on, let's get this gig going. Yeah?

"Have a good gig baby" Sheri Moon Zombie kissed Rob on the lips and with a smile, patted him on his back

"I'll see you later..." With a smile, Rob leaned over and kissed her and dragged Ginger, still hassling John out of the dressing room to get into position on stage.

John looked at Piggy and sighed. 

"Piggy, would you promise not to tell Rita if I did pick out a girl?"

"Sure why not." Piggy grinned, "I thought you were meant to be a sex addict anyway." He stopped and started laughing, "I dare you to pick one out who isn't half naked and fake seeing as that seems to be your type!"

"Is not!"

"Aria... Rita..."

"Rita wasn't 'fake' when I met her!" 

Piggy started laughing "Yeah then she got her boobs done, her face done and injected pig fat into her lips!" Piggy was almost on the floor at this point, he was pissing John off now. John did miss his wife; he didn't care if she was what is considered 'fake', he loved her and he wanted to be back in America with her. After a short pause, John shook his head and tried to get into the spirit of things, fans didn't want him to seem down, he knew this and he knew there would be loads of girls out there in the crowd who had come just for him. Whilst he wouldn't admit it, that fact did make him smile, imagining all those girls ...just for him. 

"Okay." He suddenly decided, "I'll pick a girl and a hundred bucks says she's natural."

"As natural as they come here." Maureen smirked. 

"Deal!" Piggy jumped up and held out his hand to shake, "And if you either don't pick a chick or she's either naked or obviously fake you give ME a hundred bucks."

"Fine." John grinned, seeing the roadie wave them on and 'The call of the Zombie' echoing loudly around the dressing room. "See you on stage."

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I couldn't believe it, looking around at all these people, screaming for us... I heard girls from all directions screaming 'I love you John 5'; their voices almost lost in the sea of people screaming and for a while I forgot all about Rita. I was in my element... the crowd in Manchester were fantastic, they adored every moment. Though I gotta admit seeing Rob being almost pulled into the crowd when he tightropes across the barriers never gets old, one day he's gonna be ripped apart by fans which, believe me, is not a fun thing to explain to your wife. 

Though I loved playing to these people, every time I caught Piggy's eye or Ginger's eye they were gesturing to the crowd, trying to get me to pick out a girl. The gig had only just begun and I didn't want to pick one just yet, I could play about for a while, sing, run. You know, normal shit I do at a gig. I was getting slightly nervous however... it was like going on a first date or something, which is ridiculous. I mean I had to remind myself that I'm married to a really sexy woman, great tits, decent job, gets on well with Aria's kids; yet it almost felt like I was cheating. 

God what am I saying? All I was gonna do was pick out a girl whom I could admit I would 'theoretically' fuck. ...all I was doing was finding a girl in the crowd and making her feel a bit special for a while; I wasn't cheating on Rita, I wasn't gonna sleep with this mystery chick was I? Of course not! Like I said, I'm just gonna make some chick feel like she has a shot with a rock star. Every girl's dream right?

To be honest I probably didn't look great, I was sweaty and I'd been running around; I lost at least a stone on this tour just running around on stage, Rita was in for a shock when I got back. Feeling a stupid grin spreading across my face at the thought of this I shook it off, realising I actually needed to pay a bit of attention to my side of the stage. 

As the night went on, I got more and more excited at the thought of picking out a girl, the idea seemed to be even more fun the further through the set list we got, though with a sudden feeling of horror I realised we were on the final song and I hadn't picked out a chick, I ran back over to my side of the stage and looked around, no girls far out, they were the fake ones. Turned up a bit late because they were so busy putting on their hair and their boots so I looked down the front to see if there was anyone worth picking out there. 

Then I saw her.

I think she'd been looking at me all night but I'd only just noticed her, she was tall, not too dressed up which I liked, her hair was about the same length as mine and was jet black and shiny... I could see slightly down her top and saw her cleavage which was pretty good, normal tits, a good size. She had an evidently curvaceous body, her waist slim with full hips and if I looked closely enough I could see a couple tattoos on her wrists as she waved her hands in the air and one of them looked like my logo! She was obviously a fan of me. So I looked at her, when she looked back, I saw her pale skin in the stage lights, her eyes framed with black eyeliner, sparkling with joy. She didn't quite look like she believed it was her I was looking at; she smiled in a 'you're looking at me?' Sort of way so I smiled back and winked at her playfully. She seemed to cream herself just at that; she turned excitedly to her friend to ask if that really happened and she was obviously in shock, unable to believe her luck. I'd decided on the girl I'd happily take home to fuck...

As Ginger came down from the riser for the final bow at the end of the gig, I gestured to her, a stupid grin on my face. "Her... down the front... black bob with the cleavage..."

"Not bad..." I saw Ginger pull an approving face. ...always nice when friends approve of random chicks you wanna fuck. I gave her a last look as Ginger pulled me off the stage and let out a sigh of relief, knowing not only had I won a hundred bucks, I'd found a chick I would happily fuck other than Rita.

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With a boyish laugh, Ginger threw his towel at John's head and tackled him onto the sofa. 

"You finally picked out a chick you'd fuck instead of the swamp monster!!"

"Really?" Piggy exclaimed, almost in shock, "You picked a fucking chick!?" His face was a mask of disbelief, "Shut your face! ...little goodie two shoes Johnny?" 

"Yeah!" Ginger laughed, "I saw her and everything!!"

"What's she like?? Is she hot??"

"Fuck yeah! Surprisingly normal looking too! A couple of piercings, tattoos, dyed hair but that was it. Normal tits, not overdressed, I'm impressed! You found a 'normie'!" John couldn't quite understand why they were so amazed he had found a normal girl he'd like to fuck. Truth be told, she was really pretty and he was eager to find her. Pulling his mind back to the conversation, he shook his head

"Look, you guys can say what you like but I'm getting showered and going out to that Metal club on princess street" 

"Do you have your ID and British money?" Piggy smirked. 

"I'm John fucking 5!" John boasted, "I don't need an ID or British money." He grinned, grabbing a face cloth and scrubbing his makeup off.

"Don't you need to call your wife, dude?" 

"Fuck no. I'm going out!"

"Oh my god...!" Piggy suddenly realised what John was going to do, "You wanna go find that chick don't you!?"

"What? No!" John lied. "I just wanna go out for a drink at this bar." 

"Just remember we need to set off EARLY tomorrow." Ginger grinned as John stripped off and hurriedly started to pull on his clothes. "God you're fucking desperate to get to that bar." He chuckled, "I reckon you're going looking for this girl." He laughed as John pushed him away, "Give me a call if you pull her, I'll give you an extra 100."

"I think you're all being really unfair." Sheri interjected, "so what if John wants to find this girl? I saw the same one whilst you were setting up and I think she looked very nice." She smiled at John, "Go find her."

"You won't tell Rita?" John murmured to Sheri, slightly embarrassed that he was thinking of cheating on his wife. 

"Of course not, sweetie." She smiled and gave him a hug, "go find her! You can take her back to your hotel room; have fun then get back on track." She paused, amused, "the last time I saw you this eager was when you first met Rita." 

"God anyone would think you were in love." Ginger joked. 

"I'm not in love. I just... wanna see this girl."

"Then go, we can cover for you" Sheri was always supportive of John's decisions, unless it was something stupid, then he would never hear the end of it (such as his decision to have Rita's name tattooed on his finger) "Just remember, we need to be back here for about 11 tomorrow."

"Awesome!! Thanks a lot Sheri!" He smiled, "I really appreciate this!"

"Just go!" She paused, thinking to herself "Did you bring condoms? I don't want you getting this girl pregnant, she only looked about 20."

"Well I didn't come with the intention of cheating on my wife so, no. I didn't bring condoms." Sheri rolled her eyes and pulled some English money out from her purse. "Go stop at a drug store, they've got a big one called Boots here. They're on every street corner, go find her." She gave him a playful grin, "Just remember to be safe and if she says no, take it for an answer."

"Please? Mr softy?" Ginger laughed, "He'd chase her until she said yes but he'd do it in the most un-manly way possible!" John stuck his tongue out at Ginger as he pulled his jeans on. 

"I am manly!" 

"And the rest of us are manlier." Piggy chuckled, "at least our other halves look like they belong with us!"

"And that's why he's going after this pretty goth girl." Sheri interrupted, "She's his type and maybe he'll get her name tattooed on him instead of Rita's." She ended with a silly grin. 

"'Never gonna let me live that down are you?"

"Nope!" She laughed, looking at him. "Go find this girl, we'll see you tomorrow."

"See ya!" yelled John as he rushed from the room, pulling on a coat against the November weather in England and heading out of the Arena.

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"Oh my god I fucking stink!" I yelled, coming out of the arena followed by Laura and Fizz, brushing my black hair off my face. The Twins of Evil gig had been fucking amazing, I touched Rob Zombie and John 5, the sexiest man alive had smiled and winked at me! I couldn't believe it! Having someone you adore so much initiate eye sex with you is amazing, and he picked me out above all the other girls! Fuck the meet and greets. They can keep their £250 tickets; I had a moment with John 5 with my £35 ticket. 

"Well we can't just go back to the hotel." Laura grinned as she took a flyer from a passerby, "Let's go to this thing!" I took the flyer off Laura and looked at it, the black and white flyer with the stock images of Marilyn Manson and Rob Zombie every magazine had used adorning it with the words 'Twins of Evil after party' written across it; with the prospect of cheap vodka and beer? Well... I had my ID on me but not a lot of money and I didn't really know where the club was. I'd been to Satan's but only in the day time and I'd only seen it from the outside. 

"You've got your map app!" Fizz exclaimed with glee, lighting up a cigarette, her first since 2 o'clock that afternoon since we'd started queuing at the arena doors "Come on! I wanna go to Satan's!"

"Please Luce!" Laura pleaded; I rolled my eyes and my friends begged me to go to this club even further seeing my sarcasm. 

"Fine. We'll go to Satan's." I stepped back hearing the cheers of glee from Laura and Fizz, whilst I dearly loved them both they were both really childish on occasion. I sighed and pulled my hoodie around myself, I supposed a trip to Satan's might be fun. My friend Henry always banged on about it and how awesome it was and the flyers did give us cheaper entry. "Yeah go on... Satan's would be fun"

As we walked through the cold, night time streets of Manchester I looked around, thinking about John 5 who smiled at me and winked... I mean I had no shot with him, I knew that and I thought his wife was on tour with them; I knew that Sheri and Maureen were... I didn't even fully know if Ginger was married or if his 'armcandy' was a kidnapped girl or something. Rock stars and their marriages have always been so confusing... why can't they just marry me? I'd make them happy. I shook my head at this thought; I didn't even want to get married. The thought of it was a bit stupid really yet when it came to Rock stars and famous people in general it was almost like staking a claim. And now my thoughts were beginning to sound stalker-ish, even to me. ...great going Luce... 

"What's with the face?" Laura asked, poking my cheek. "Don't be nervous. We're going to Satan's!" She and Fizz jumped around me excitedly yelling about the club. I shook my head exasperatedly and continued along to princess street, seeing the bright lights of Satan's I felt my anxieties melt away. Yes I was probably going to be sweaty for the rest of the night but oh well. I could always catch a shower in the morning or even when I got home, plus I reckoned everyone else would be just as sweaty from the gig as I was. The best thing I really could do was just go with the flow and have a little fun...

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As the night went on Lucinda noticed Fizz and Laura getting slowly but consistently more and more drunk. By midnight they were already on shots and the fact none of them had eaten since about 2 in the afternoon, meant they were already very close to falling over. Similarly Lucinda wasn't feeling too great either, one vodka and coke had pushed her a little too far on its own. She decided the bathroom might be a good idea. Being away from the noise and splashing a little water on her face would probably sober her up a little. She made her way to the bathroom and upon getting there, heard a couple girls talking excitedly whilst they did their makeup. 

"Did you hear?" The first one said excitedly "The guitarist from Rob Zombie is here!!"

"I know!! I think I saw him at the bar!"

Lucinda shook her head, her luck was never that good, and they were probably just tripping or something. She and her friends had seen a Manson look-a-like earlier so there could be a John 5 look-a-like wandering around Satan's. Daring not to get her hopes up she walked out of the bathroom to try and find Fizz and Laura but suddenly frowned. They had moved. All sorts of catastrophic thoughts ran through her head, that they had been kidnapped... that they would get raped or lost or that she would get raped or lost. Looking around desperately she pushed her way around the club, her anxiety rising in her chest at not being able to find her friends. All around her the party was heating up and people were dancing, gyrating and head banging in the near darkness, lit only by the red and purple lighting. She swore as she realised her friends were lost somewhere in the crowd and ran and swore some more before she crashed into someone, falling to the floor and letting out a scared noise as 'Mars Needs Women' started playing on the sound system of the club. She was going to be crushed at this rate!

Suddenly she felt someone grab her arm and pull her up and away from the mosh pit forming on the dance floor, pulling her away to a quiet booth nearby, away from the thronging crowd. Lucinda's vision was slightly blurred with tears but she was trying desperately to pull herself together to thank the stranger. Looking down at the stranger's left hand she sees some writing on their ring finger and frowned, thinking about how stupid an idea that was, why get a name tattooed? Vaguely feeling the stranger sit her down and speak to her she looks up at whoever it was talking to her, suddenly gasping as she realised who it was.

"John... John 5...?" She looked up at the man in front of her in awe, no way was this person John 5. He would not randomly appear in Satan's and pull her off the floor to stop her from being trampled...

"You're... the girl from the concert..." John looked at the girl he had rescued from the dimly lit mosh pit and his heartbeat picked up; He'd found her! He was beginning to give up hope but there she was! Looking up at him in shock and awe, she was even more beautiful than he originally thought. Her hair was sticking to her face slightly and she looked like she'd been crying which he couldn't blame her for; he remembered seeing a girl next to her in the arena whom she had turned to after he winked at her. "Are you here on your own?" He watched her shake her head, her mouth still slightly open in awe. "Do you know where your friend is?" he asked and watched as the girl shook her head again, still staring at him. "You're allowed to talk to me." He said kindly, looking at her slightly disbelieving eyes. 

"You're John 5..." She murmured in awe. "You looked at me earlier... you winked at me."

"Yeah... I did." He smiled at her, "can I buy you a drink? You look like you could use one."

"I shouldn't..." She started, "I haven't eaten since two and I think I'm slightly drunk from merely one vodka and coke..."

"Do you want some food then? There are loads of take out places... Or there's my hotel. The restaurant might still be open, and if it's not, there's room service. I think anywhere to get food around here at three in the morning is gonna be packed and probably not all that clean" He smiled, genuinely trying to be nice as she definitely looked like she was in need of help. 

"I could do with a meal instead of a snack." She said, her voice trembling slightly. John couldn't quite understand why she was so nervous; he was just a normal human being after all. 




Play The Game, Johnny



"Come on." He said, offering her his hand, "I'll take you back to my hotel and we'll get you something to eat." Helping her up, he took her back outside, the fresh air hitting him hard after being inside the club. "I'm staying at the Lowry. We might need to get a taxi."

"Lowry?" She asked, a small smile appearing on her face. 

"You know my last name then?" He grinned, "It's just a coincidence, the band picked it out just to piss me off I think." He chuckled to himself, having not realised the joke before. He hailed a taxi, seeing a line of them outside the club and helped Lucinda into the back of it; relaxing back against his seat. He slicked his hair back as he noticed the air change around him again, from the cold November chill of outside to the overheated interior of the car, the myriad of air fresheners hanging from the rear view mirror tainting the atmosphere overbearingly with different scents. After murmuring the hotel name to the taxi driver and sighing, he turned and looked at Lucinda again. "So... hi." He smiled boyishly, holding his hand out to shake, "John Lowery. And you, mystery girl?"

"Lucinda... Watkins." She smiled, shaking his hand. "You're... real... right?" 

He laughed at this, John couldn't quite believe how much disbelief Lucinda was in. "Of course I'm real. Why wouldn't I be?" He chuckled, "Did you enjoy the gig?"

"It was the best thing I'd ever seen!" She murmured excitedly, "It made my night when you winked at me..."

"I'm glad." He smiled; looking at her playing with her long sleeves that went past her hands in what he assumed was anxiety. "You seem anxious..."

"I am a bit..." Lucinda started, still in disbelief she was in a taxi going with John 5 to his hotel room, "I couldn't find my friends and now I'm in a taxi with you..." 

"I won't hurt you." He smiled kindly, "You don't need to worry about a thing. And you can text your friends if you want, tell them you're safe... "

"Well... I may not be safe... what about your wife...? She won't be happy with the fact you're bringing a girl back to your hotel."

"Oh she's still in LA. She has her own job and needs to look after the kids."

"And your dog?" She paused; worried she might have just revealed how much of a stalker she was.

John, Noticed the pause and having seen Lucinda raise her hand to her mouth, shrugged with a smile. 

"It's okay, you're not as bad as some of the people on the meet and greets. It still scares me they're willing to pay £250 to meet us!" He laughed to himself, "In my day you stood by the stage door and hoped for the best." John looked up and smiled at her, "Or perhaps wait for the guitarist to notice you."

"I'm sorry; I probably looked like such a retard." Lucinda muttered, "I just couldn't believe you smiled at me. It made me feel special."

"Yeah..." He smiled to himself, playing with his hair. "I got pressured into joining in with Matt's stupid game that he always plays with Ginger."

"Game?" Lucinda looked curiously at John

"Yeah." He blushed; suddenly realising he was going to need to explain to her that he'd happily have sex with her, a girl, who'd never met him before. "We choose a girl we'd... like to sleep with... Piggy and Ginger play every night. This was my first time playing..." He looked over at Lucinda who was blushing quietly and playing with her hair. 

"So... you would sleep with me...?"

"I wouldn't complain..."

"But you're married... And Rita has bigger boobs than me..." She paused in amusement, "and blowjob lips." 

John laughed at this. "Yeah... She does give pretty good—" He stopped himself, realising what he was going to say. "Yeeeeah..." He'd made the atmosphere awkward, 'Nice going Lowery' he yelled in his own head, 'you've got a hot chick to go back to your hotel with you and you go and mention how good your wife's blowjobs are. ...Idiot!' He looked over at Lucinda and smiled at her again. "Sorry. I shouldn't've said anything."

"It's okay. You're married..." Lucinda smiled, her hair falling over her face.

"Yeah but she's not here. Right now it's you and me." He smiles, pushing her hair off her face. "Don't worry; I won't talk about her again." He held his hand out to shake, "Deal?"

"Deal." Lucinda nodded, shaking his hand. Her tiny actress hands being engulfed by his much larger, guitarist hands, making her blush further. 

"So, do you have a boyfriend?" He asked, the idea of possibility that he could sleep with Lucinda still whizzing around in his head, he wanted to make sure she didn't have some boyfriend built like Rob who could easily beat the crap out of him. John was such a weakling really; even Ginger could beat him up. 

"No." She answered hurriedly, thinking it was too hasty a response, added on to the end "I'm waiting until I go to university. I only have a little time left in Cumbria."

"Cumbria?"

"A little county in the north... you'll probably go though it when you go to Glasgow." 

"Oh so you're not from Manchester?" 

"No, I travelled here by train." She smiled, "my friend Fizz came here from Ipswich. We've been desperate to see you guys play." She brushed her hair out of her face, "We were gonna come see you play in Edinburgh but you cancelled..."

"Oh... were you going to that gig...?" He looked embarrassed, "Sorry, Rob was really busy with his film and stuff."

"Well I've seen you now" she smiled and looked at him, still afraid of meeting his eyes however, "And now we're going back to your hotel for food."

"Yeah." He smiled back at her pushing his hair out of his own face and smiled exhaustedly, "I could do with some food myself."

"Running around stage must be a good workout."

"You don't know the half of it." He chuckled as the Taxi pulled up at the Lowry hotel, the Christmas lights of Manchester making the luxury hotel feel more festive and homely instead of a no go zone for poor people. John paid the taxi driver and helped Lucinda out, noticing that it was now snowing, the pure white flakes falling from the sky getting caught in her jet black hair, decorating her beautifully; a single thought running through his head as Lucinda turned to face him, her blue eyes meeting his brown ones, a small smile on her face.

'She's beautiful...'

He shook his head, he had Rita back home. He couldn't do anything with Lucinda... He decided to just offer this girl some food, maybe a shower and a bed, but a bed at the very most. He wasn't going to sleep with her; he never even bought the condoms Sheri gave him the money for so he didn't have any obligation. John sighed inwardly; fancy hotels sometimes put condoms out right? He might be tempted. His heart confused over what he wanted to do, he looked at Lucinda who had busied herself with gazing subtly at him, her eyes taking in his hair and lips, her body leaning slightly towards his 

John took Lucinda's hand and led her into the hotel, waving at the receptionist as he felt the massive difference in size between his hands and hers. Lucinda's hands were small and softer than his which had adapted to accommodate his guitar playing, his own were covered in calluses which he feared would drive her away but upon further inspection he felt a callus on her fingers, was she a guitarist too?

"You play guitar?" He asked as they got into the lift. "I felt the calluses on your fingers." Lucinda pulled her hand away embarrassed. 

"Y-yeah... I play bass." 

"You don't need to worry." John smiled at her and showed her his hands, "I have it too." He paused and blushed, "I was just thinking about how soft your hands were anyway." 

"O-Oh..." Lucinda stammered and felt a warm blush creeping across her face. "Thanks." She smiled at him and picked at her lip, she had jokingly said earlier that John 5 was coming onto her but... was John 5 actually coming onto her...? She shook her head and tried to get that thought out of mind; John 5 was married and going back to America soon. Plus she'd never had sex before... did she really want to disappoint someone she adored so much by being inexperienced? On the other hand, when would she ever get an opportunity like this again? 

As the couple walked through the corridors along to John's room, John felt his phone go off in his pocket. Pulling it out, he saw it was Rita; he pulled a face. He didn't want to think of his wife! He wanted just to look after Lucinda; he would call his wife back later when the girl went back to her hotel... or at least went to sleep. He waited for it to stop vibrating and put it back in his pocket, smiling at Lucinda as she looked questioningly at him.

"It was Piggy." He lied, "I normally slip out to country and western bars and he'll want to know where I've gone." He pulled his key card out of his pocket. "I'll text him in a second." He pushed the door open and smiled as Lucinda stepped into the room. 

"Oh my god..." She mumbled looking around the room, there was a large king sized bed in the centre of the room, opposite a huge TV, a doorway leading towards a separate living room area and a fantastic view looking out over Manchester, the lights creating a warm and cosy feeling about the usually bustling city. Lucinda walked over and sat on the bed, lying on her back in the centre of it as she felt how cosy it was. The gig, although fun, had really knocked her energy levels; she was shattered. John came and sat next to her, thrusting a room service menu in her face. 

"Pick what you like!" He smiled, "I'll pay, and I could do with something to eat too."

"Okay." She started scanning the menu and frowned, wanting to look at least slightly healthy. She noticed John walk to the balcony then suddenly run back in. "...What's wrong?" Lucinda asked in alarm. 

"There's a McDonalds across the road! I just saw it from the balcony! You want McDonalds?" He watched her nod excitedly, "I can get them to go pick it up." He paused and grinned, "Being a rock star has its perks!" He picked up the hotel phone and smiled at her, "What would you like?" 

"I dunno... A burger? ...With cheese?" Lucinda mused

"Well I'm having a big mac, you like the sound of that?" John asked and Lucinda smiled and nodded at him; He quickly placed the order and sat next to her on the bed, "Not to look like I was peeking or anything but you have confetti down your shirt." He laughed and jokingly reached down her top to pull some out and flick it at her. 

"I know!" starting to grin slightly, at the realisation that John 5's hand had just been down her top "Damn Confetti cannons, I also had that fake snow Manson used down there earlier this evening too. I think it dried up." Lucinda noticed John's eyes flick down to her cleavage to check. 

"Sorry!" John exclaimed as he looked up to see Lucinda had caught him looking at her boobs.

"So... erm... what are we gonna do whilst we wait for the food?"

"Anything you like I guess." He grinned at her and said boyishly, "You have a rock star; you can do whatever you want with him." He playfully winked at her, making Lucinda totally aware of how red she was becoming, her face burning with the severe blush creeping onto her face. 

"Don't do that!" She giggled, "You'll put so many ideas through my head."

"Maybe we should do some of them." He grinned at her and Lucinda bit her lip, looking at him through her hair. 

"You're married..."

"So?" He murmured, putting a hand to her face, "You know I went to the club to find you...?"

"...Really?" Lucinda paused, unable to believe what John had just said

He nodded, leaning his forehead against hers. "I took the game a bit too seriously after I saw you." He brushed his thumb over her lips and smiled at her, "what do you say...?" He leaned in slightly more and Lucinda felt his breath on her lips. 

John smiled as Lucinda nodded eagerly and leaned in to kiss her deeply. Tasting her cherry lip balm, he traced her lips with his tongue smiling to himself and with that, any worry of Rita or home life melted away. 

He moved his right hand down from her face to her waist, pulling her closer and cupping her face with his left hand. He grinned hearing her let out a small moan as she opened her mouth to let his tongue in and as he tilted his head slightly to lock lips with hers, he massaged her tongue with his. Hearing her let out a shaky breath and feeling her put a hand gently to his chest and stroking the material of his shirt, he leant her backwards against the bed so that she sank into the covers slightly. Smiling quietly to himself, John couldn't resist and bit her lower lip slightly. 

Watching her meet his eyes he felt himself being transported back to the moment he noticed her; this had started out as a fantasy and now he was going to sleep with this girl. He hadn't slept with groupies since the Marilyn Manson, Mechanical Animals tour yet he was strangely looking forward to this; the idea of sleeping with Lucinda sent shivers down his spine. Similarly to Lucinda, the mere thought of sleeping with John 5 was arousing ...but knowing it was happening to her? ...the thought made her toes curl in excitement. 

After a few minutes of kissing, their tongues twisting together passionately, Lucinda felt him slide a hand up her dress; stroking her thighs and trying to discover what she had on underneath, he let out a small moan of arousal realising it was a pair of stockings held up with a garter belt and a thong that she was hiding from him. Planting a line of kisses down her neck, John sighed longingly, grazing her skin with his teeth. Unclipping the first of her stockings, he stroked her between her legs and put his hand to her thong. Grinning to himself as he felt dampness seeping through the silky lining of her underwear, he leaned up and murmured in her ear. 

"You said you didn't have a boyfriend... that you were waiting... is this your first time, Lucinda...?" Watching her nod he bit her ear slightly and spoke in a low husky voice, "I'd better make it good then." He chuckled as, kneeling between her legs, he pulled his shirt off revealing his slightly faded tattoos; and throwing it behind him, he guided Lucinda's hand from his chest to stroke down past his stomach, letting out a low noise as she stroked her hand past his waistband to his noticeable bulge, straining against the crotch of his patch jeans, making both of them blush and look up at each other, meeting each other's eyes. 

Lucinda leaned forward suddenly and kissed him fiercely, letting her instincts take over and sat up straight, putting her hands to his hair and intertwining her fingers in his messy blonde locks. John let out a low chuckle as he knelt up between her legs, Kissing Lucinda back and slid her dress off over her head, looking her up and down seeing her sat before him in a petite silk black thong and bra set. 

'For a virgin' John thought to himself, 'she dresses pretty sexily...' He laid her back down again, hooking his fingers into her thong and dragging it down past her hips, leaving her wearing just her garter belt and stockings from the waist down. He then moved his attention to her bra; leaning over her and kissing her passionately, he pulled her to him and rolled over so that she was now on top, Her crotch against his, giving him a prime opportunity to get the gorgeous silk material away from her breasts. Unhooking it, he pulled it away from her and let out a moan, feeling their nipples rub together creating a delicious friction between them. Letting Lucinda sit up on him, he smiled up at her seeing her boobs properly for the first time. They were perfect. Round... big enough to not look too small on her... John let out a soft low growling noise and stroked a hand up her ribs to her breast to fondle her.

Lucinda let out a gasp as she felt him trace his thumb over her nipple, making it hard and leant backwards slightly, holding onto his waistband of his jeans. With a small noise she felt John's erection through his jeans and with nothing but his clothes between her and his dick, she bit her lip, letting out a quiet, desperate moan, her desire taking over. 

"You have too many clothes on John..." Lucinda murmured huskily and moving her hips against his where she sat, Lucinda fumbled to get to his belt, unbuckling it with trembling fingers. Unbuttoning his jeans, Lucinda moved so she was kneeling on the bed and pulled them off, a smile on her face. His erection growing visibly in his boxer shorts, John looked amusedly at Lucinda who let out a small noise, lying down beside him to kiss him deeply and felt herself becoming even more wet than she had been already. 

Feeling John's hand on her waist, Lucinda looked at him, being brought back to her head. 

"Slow down..." He murmured softly, laying her on her back and leaning over her slightly, his hand stroking a path down her body. "You'll enjoy it more..." 

He kissed her passionately then, slipping his tongue into her mouth as his fingers stroked between her legs, playing teasingly around her moist lips and then slipping one tentatively inside her. He chuckled as he heard her gasp and felt her walls tighten around his finger, she was so sensitive; he let out a little gruff noise, biting her lip gently and moved his finger inside her. Adding another finger slowly, he noticed her back arch in pleasure and listened blissfully as she let out a guttural cry. He started to massage her clitoris with his thumb, wanting to give her at least one orgasm before he got inside her. 

Planting a line of kisses from Lucinda's neck to her breasts, John closed his lips over her nipple and bit down gently, tugging slightly on the soft pink nub with his teeth. With another cry Lucinda felt a titillating sensation rising in her body, her breathing picked up and she couldn't help but let out a guttural, desperate cry as John 5 masturbated her to her first orgasm with a man. She entwined her fingers into his hair again; her hunger for him was rising, becoming unbearable. She needed to feel him inside her soon. 

"Fuck me..." She murmured breathlessly, "Please... I'm ready... I need you" John grinned at this and kissed her between her breasts, removing his fingers from her petite folds, he pulled off her garter belt and stockings, kissing her feet as he took off each stocking; everything about her was perfect to him. Pulling his boxer shorts off, he threw them aside and leant over Lucinda; caging her against the bed and placing his hands on her breasts, he stroked them down both sides of her body, revelling in the way her waist curved into her hips. John Looked down at Lucinda; at her raven black hair framing her face as she looked up at him, girlish hunger in her eyes. 

John leant down to kiss her deeply and as it did so, gently pressed his cockhead to her pussy lips, rubbing her clit with it and coating his shaft in her juices. Watching Lucinda's eyes close in pleasure, John pushed the very tip of his cock into her.

Lucinda let out a low moan, her hands clasping behind his neck, trying to pull him further into her. Her pussy tingled with anticipation, wanting more of him; wanting all of him and she gasped as he pushed a little further, teasing her.

Chuckling to himself as she gasps and clutches at his neck, wrapping her legs around him, John kisses Lucinda and pushes forward until his whole cock is buried deep inside her, his balls resting gently against her soft pale skin. He let out a gasp of his own as he felt her velvety soft pussy walls tighten around him and closes his eyes, letting his head fall forward and his hair fall over his face. 

Lucinda's eyes flew open and she tensed slightly as a small twinge of pain informed her, her virginity had been taken and holding tightly onto John, she kissed his shoulder as she felt him pressing his hardness into her. After a short pause, John pulled out a little way and pushed gently into Lucinda again; moving his crotch gently and rhythmically against hers, and moaned as he pushed her to orgasm again after only a few seconds. 




Play The Game, Johnny



His mind whirling, John took deep steadying breaths. Rita had never been this sensitive. Running his hand down Lucinda's body, John moved his hips gently, pushing himself deeper into her. He let out his own guttural moan, feeling how perfect she was, how wet she was... just for him... He leaned over her, his chest against hers and kissed her neck, letting himself bite her gently, grazing his teeth on her pale throat slightly as he continues to push himself as deep as he possibly could go picking up a slow and steady rhythm, fucking her gently

John felt a tingle run down his back, getting a thrill from screwing someone who wasn't his wife... who felt better than his wife... This girl was... HAD been a virgin and she was better than Rita. Fuck Rita's fake lips and fake tits. John was ravishing a pretty little goth girl who had better breasts than her. He moved his hands up to her breasts and squeezed them gently, not feeling an implant when he went to fondle felt so good. He leant down to kiss her again, wanting to create more of that delicious friction between them; he pulled her up slightly so she could rub her nipples against his and kissed her desperately, sighing through his nose. He began to move his hips faster, his heart pounding and his body tingling from the feeling of his body pressed against hers. She felt good, she was tight, and he looked down at her face to make sure he wasn't hurting her but her face was a picture of ecstasy, her eyes were closed and her mouth was hanging open slightly, she was biting on her finger to keep herself from instantly cumming again. He removed her finger from her mouth and leaned in to kiss her again, the feeling of an impending orgasm beginning to build in his groin. The feeling of her fingernails across his back sent shivers across his spine so he returned the favour by gently dragging his finger nails over her ribs. Wrapping his arm around her back he buried his face in her shoulder as he felt his orgasm rising. Wanting to climax simultaneously with Lucinda he tried to focus his mind on her pleasure, thrusting deeply into her, making them both jolt and the bed move beneath them. Letting out gruff rhythmic noises with each thrust his hair fell over his and Lucinda's faces as he kissed her, he felt their bodies moving as one, Lucinda's breathing picking up again. 

Feeling herself close to orgasm again, Lucinda let out a little desperate noise into his mouth as he kissed her. 

"I'm gonna cum..." John murmurs gruffly as he held Lucinda tightly "I'm gonna cum...!"

Feeling him go ever deeper Lucinda suddenly felt herself hit with the biggest orgasm she had ever had, her whole body arching and tensing up, stars popping in front of her eyes, the only thing she could think of was the explosion of her epic climax rushing through her body. Letting out a harsh guttural cry into his neck, her breathing coming in heavy gasps, she looked up at John as she felt him bury himself deeper, harder and faster, pushing her orgasm to greater heights, her vision dimming in ecstasy and a guttural scream forcing its way out of her throat.

Hearing her cry out in pleasure was enough to push John over the edge. He felt his orgasm crash over him and he pounded into Lucinda as her pussy gripped him in her climax. His hips locked in place suddenly and his head leant backwards his teeth gritting as he came into Lucinda, a gruff noise escaping him as he orgasmed inside her hot wet pussy. 

Lucinda let out another cry feeling his warm seed enter her body, his cock twitching inside her, making both of them freeze in pleasure, their bodies locked together and their breath catching in their throats. 

An elated smile spread across Lucinda's face, her vision returning to her as her body relaxed underneath John as he leant down and kissed her deeply and tenderly, stroking her hair off her face, now moist with a vague sheen of sweat.

"You're fucking incredible..." He mumbled breathlessly, kissing her neck and looking into her eyes. "I'm glad I found you..." He planted another kiss on her neck. "...Wanna stay here tonight?" He watched her nod speechlessly, words unable to form in her brain and kissed her again, hearing a knock on the door. "That'll be our food..." Kissing her softly, he smiled and pulled out of her, making her gasp. "What do you say we eat... then... maybe go again?"

"Yes..." Lucinda sighed in bliss, running her hands down her tingling body and smiling "...we can really do it again?"

"And again... and again..." murmured John kissing her and pulling on his patch jeans with a smile "that was amazing Lucinda..."

"Call me Luce" smiled Lucinda as she watched him walk to the door topless to accept the MacDonald's bag from the steward, tipping him with a ten pound note

"Luce it is." Agreed John with a smile as he lay back down beside her and opened the brown paper bag. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

John woke slowly the next morning to the sound of his phone buzzing in his discarded jeans that had somehow ended up on the floor; he made a tired noise and felt someone curl against him, wrapping their arms tightly around him. As he opened his eyes and looked beside him he saw Lucinda curled against him, a happy smile playing across her lips in her sleep. 'I wonder if she's dreaming about me.' John thought, smiling to himself. Hearing his phone cut out he turned towards her slightly and stroked Lucinda's hair, breathing in her scent and letting out a small sigh. His phone started vibrating again and he rolled his eyes, realising that it was Rita and that he should probably answer it. Carefully pulling himself away from Lucinda, not wanting to wake her, he went and picked up his jeans from the floor, finding his phone. Looking at his wife's picture on the screen, he glanced between the image and the beautiful girl in his bed. He didn't know what had happened to him last night but he was suddenly reluctant to step out of the reality he had found himself in for the past few hours. Sighing, he walked into the living room area of the hotel room and picked up the phone.



Play the Game



Barbara couldn't wait to lose again tomorrow.

THE END



Play the Hand



Sophie lost. Again.

She had already lost all of her clothes and was now playing for forfeits. As the wine flowed the forfeits became more daring. Her first forfeit had just been a kiss. She stood, naked and splendid, as Steve, the winner held her in his arms and kissed her on the lips. Even though the kiss was short lived she could feel the bulge in his trousers pressing into her belly.

When she lost again it was to another girl, Zoë. Zoë was already topless, and the same forfeit was asked. Sophie was not so sure about this, but, she though, a kiss is just a kiss. However as the two girls embraced, Sophie found the sensation of Zoë's bare breasts rubbing against her own more erotic than she had expected. Sophie's nipples responded and she held the girl a little longer than she had been expected too. This did not go unnoticed by the four others watching. As their two tongues twisted about each other any reservations that Sophie may have had about this lesbian kiss disappeared. Crushed together the two girls began to massage each others bottoms. They only stopped when they had to come up for air.

As another bottle of wine came and went more clothing was lost until there was only one shirt between the six of them. Somebody suggested that the next looser should wear a blindfold for their forfeit and this was agreed on. Sophie was almost disappointed not to lose. Instead it was Nick, one of the men. He was instructed to stand still and to keep his hands to himself. Sophie and the two other girls rubbed their bodies against him but he was not allowed to move. Blindfolded he had no way of knowing whose breasts were squashed against his chest, who was standing behind him, hands gently caressing his shoulders and arm. Nor could he know whose hair was being used to tease his rampant cock. To honour his forfeit he stood there being teased, still but for the twitching of his cock as the feather light touch of hair brushed over him.

After the next round it was Angel blindfolded and lying on the floor. Again the condition of the forfeit was not to move. As she lay there she felt hands caressing her body. She gave up wondering whose they were and relaxed into the sensations. She was sure that there were more hands on her than could be accounted for by the three men in the room. She was enjoying having her breasts caressed and her nipples gently pinched until she was sure that they were standing proud and inviting. As the hands moved down, over her belly, she felt lips close about one of her nipples. It was only moments later that she registered the feeling of hair across her breasts and she realised that it was one of the other girls that was now running her tongue over her throbbing nipple. Both of the other girls had long hair so there was no way to know whose tongue was sending the little shocks of pleasure through her.

The next forfeit was given to Nick. Again blindfolded he was instructed to lie on his belly. He was a little relieved to find that, after some shuffling sounds the smell of a woman's cunt appeared, quite literally under his nose. As he buried his face between her legs he had no idea that it was Sophie's pussy that he was paying such intimate attention too. At first he just kissed gently. The he began to explore with his tongue. He opened her outer lips and moved up until he found her clitoris, already protruding from its hood. As he leisurely ran his tongue over it Sophie let out a soft moan and was promptly shushed by the others. By these sounds he guessed who he was licking and he was well pleased. He had fancied Sophie from the first time that he had met her but had never imagined that he would get an opportunity like this. He lapped at her clit until she began to tremble. Then he moved down, seeking and finding her wet hole. As he worked his tongue inside her he could feel her move slightly. In his minds eye he could see her arching her back and then relaxing. He felt her raise her legs, opening them wider to allow him to send his tongue flicking in and out of her now sopping cunt.

And then she was gone and the blindfold was off. Even in the dim light he could see that Sophie was breathing heavily and he was sure that he had guessed right.

And the game went on. And Sophie lost. She was blindfolded and helped to kneel. It came as little surprise to her when she felt the velvet end of somebody's cock brush against her lips. Instead of opening her mouth she sent the tip of her tongue out to explore. As everybody else watched she slowly licked the purple knob, making it twitch and pulsate. She reached up and cupped the man's balls, massaging them gently as she licked the cock that was now urging forward. She relented, opened her lips and slowly took him into her mouth. She could feel the velvety texture of the end of his cock as it rubbed against the roof of her mouth, and the taste of the pre-cum fluid as it began to ooze from him. He began to sway his hips back and forth, fucking the mouth that was now sucking his cock. As his movements became more vigorous Sophie felt her head held in place. Somebody was behind her, helping to steady her whilst her mouth was penetrated by this unknown cock. She felt the change in his movements that signalled that he was about to come. As he withdrew the next time she grabbed his cock in her hand and squeezed hard. The game was not yet over and it was time for another round.

Angel lost again and was dully blindfolded. She was positioned on her hands and knees. She must have been expecting one of the men to fuck her from behind as she pushed her arse up expectantly. But from somewhere a strap-on dildo had been retrieved and Zoë, who had earlier kissed Sophie so passionately, took in onto herself. She knelt behind the blindfolded Angel and simply rammed it home. The girl whose cunt was now filled with the dildo gave a gasp, possibly pain or more probably pleasure. She had obviously not expected the forceful fucking that she was now receiving. The others moved closer and began to caress both of the girls. Sophie reached under Angel, who was on the receiving end of the dildo and cupped one of her swaying breasts. She squeezed and rubbed. She pinched Angel's already erect nipple, realising for the first time how good it must have felt for the men who had in the past done the same to her. She could feel Angels breathing suddenly become more and more rapid until with a loud moan of pleasure she orgasmed and collapsed to the floor still rocking gently. Zoë, who had been administering the dildo removed it, reached between her own legs and inserted a finger into herself. As she withdrew everybody could see it shining with her own juices which she calmly and most erotically licked off.

At last it was John's turn to lose. Blindfolded he was laid on the floor face down. Perhaps he expected a repeat performance of the previous forfeit and was looking forward to a juicy pussy to get his tongue into. But it was not to be. Instead he found that his back was being slowly rubbed from the neck down, over his spine. He wondered whose hands they were that were now caressing the cheeks of his arse. Too late he realised what was about to happen.

His buttocks were parted and the dildo, still gleaming from Angel's juices was positioned so that it could be slowly pushed into him. He had never experienced this penetration before and was surprised that after the discomfort of its entry it actually felt good to have a cock inside him. The others took it in turns to fuck him with the dildo. Slowly and gently, or hard and fast, as their fancy took them. He was amazed at his own response. He was really enjoying being fucked up the arse. If it had gone on much longer his cock would have erupted of its own accord. However, once they had all had a go, the dildo was finally withdrawn and discarded. He lay there for a few moments recovering even after the blindfold had been removed.

Sophie lost. And this time there was no getting away with it, she was going to get fucked. She was blindfolded standing up. She could hear the shuffling as another body was got into the right position. When one of her legs was moved she quickly worked out that she was now standing with her legs either side of the hips of one of the men. As she was helped to kneel she could imagine the cock beneath her, coming closer, straining upwards, waiting to be engulfed in her precious cunt.

She felt him. The tip of his cock first made contact just between her cunt and her arse. And she hesitated, unsure of herself. So far none of the girls had actually been fucked by a man and she was not sure if she wanted to be the first. She had never fucked with anybody else just watching before.

To cover her confusion she said "How about another round, all or nothing?"

There were a few moments of whispering. She knelt there, feeling the cock waiting beneath her, twitching slightly. To her amazement it was agreed. This was to be the last round of the evening and Sophie would either win a reprieve or submit to all.

Sophie lost. Again.

This time there would be no blindfold and anything went. Sophie was obliged to do anything that was asked of her and to have done to her anything that any of the others pleased. She felt no option but to agree. And with her agreement found that she experienced a sense of relief and abandonment. She was going to be the whore for all of the others and she went willingly.

Of her own accord she lay on her back, opened her legs and waited with closed eyes. Nick was there first. He had already had his tongue in Sophie's cunt and he keen to follow it with his cock. As Sophie felt him positioning himself between her legs she made up her mind to keep her eyes closed, but she opened her legs wide for him.

It was the work of a moment for Nick to ensure that his cock was at the entrance to Sophie's cunt. He pushed into her gently, making sure that she was ready for him. When he found that she was as slippery as he had hoped he push forward and sank his cock into her up to the hilt.

As her cunt was filled Sophie involuntarily opened her eyes in shock, Nick's was by far the biggest cock that she had ever taken. It felt like her cunt was stretched to the limit, as indeed it was. Shock turned to delight and Nick could read her reaction in her face. He withdrew slowly, almost leaving her, paused for a moment and then, just as slowly pushed forward again.

Nick had been fantasying about fucking Sophie for a long time and he was determined to make it last. He took up a rhythm that he felt he could maintain. Each time he slid deeper into her he could feel her cunt stretching to accommodate him. And each time he drew back Sophie raised her hips desperate to recapture him again.

The others watched for a while before deciding what to do with themselves. Steve decided to get in on the action. He came and knelt behind Sophie's head. He had noticed that each time Sophie arched her back to recapture Nick's cock she put her head back with her mouth open. Steve took this as an invitation and the next time that she did it he pushed the end of his cock into her mouth. Sophie had seen him coming and was ready for him. She felt the velvet end of his cock rub along the top of her mouth. She closed her lips around his shaft and sucked gently.

It took several moments before the three of them got the rhythm right. As Nick's cock thrust into her cunt she let Steve's cock almost slide out of her mouth. And as Nick withdrew she sucked Steve back in. The pace of the fucking and sucking was slow and easy as all three of the relished the glorious sensations.

The two men were lost in the pleasures of Sophie's body and it was only a small part of her mind that wondered what the other three were up to. She glanced in their direction.

Zoë and Angel were in a 69 position. Angel lying on the floor with Zoë kneeling over her, Zoë's head between Angel's splayed legs. John watched for a while as the two girls explored each others cunts with fingers and tongues. Then he knelt down beside Zoë. As he watched, Zoë reached around Angel's legs and used both hands to slowly open her cunt lips. John could see Angel's clitoris, just standing proud of it's hood, already shining with her juices. Zoë bent her head and her tongue snaked out to tease Angel's clit. As she did so she worked one finger from each hand into Angel's cunt and began frigging her. When Zoë was sure that Angel was ready the two fingers became four. She prised Angels cunt apart and lowered her head. John lost sight of the action behind Zoë's hair but he was sure from the slurping noises at one end and Angel's moans at the other that both girls were more than happy.

When Zoë finally came up for air her face was covered in Angel's juices. Zoë turned her head and kissed John. As their lips met and their tongues intertwined John could taste Angel as well as see her cunt, wide open, her juicy lips swollen and red. It was more than he could bear; he had to sink his cock into one of them. Angel was groaning for more of Zoë's attention. She reached out for Zoë's head and drew it back between her legs. With that hole accounted for John had to move back and kneel behind Zoë before he found a cunt that was available for him to fuck.

Despite the action between her legs Angel was conscious of John's cock positioning itself, ready to thrust into Zoë's cunt, only inches in front of her face. She reached up and took a hold of his shaft. She did not allow him to enter Zoë. Instead she held him and rubbed the end of his cock between Zoë's cunt lips, using him as she often used a vibrator on herself. She made him throb on Zoë's clitoris, holding him there rubbing gently, until the juices flowing from Zoë's cunt proved that she was ready to receive him. Finally Angel relented and fed John's cock into Zoë. She watched, torn between the wonderful feelings that Zoë's tongue between her legs was giving her and the voyeuristic thrill of seeing John's cock sliding into Zoë's cunt.

Angel was distracted for only a moment by the noises coming from across the room. 

Nick was now supporting himself on outstretched arms as he pounded into Sophie. He was looking down, watching her tits bounce every time he rammed his cock up her tight cunt. Steve was reaching for them, trying to balance himself as his cock was taken deep into Sophie's throat. It was clear that both men were near to cuming. Sophie had long since abandoned herself to the orgasms that were rolling through her body. She ceased to care who was doing what to her. Her cunt was full of cock, her mouth was full of cock and she was loving every moment.

Through her orgasmic haze she sensed that Nick was about to cum. She pulled her knees up to her shoulders to allow him to penetrate her as deeply as possible. This pushed Nick over the edge. He fucked her franticly for a few moments and then rammed himself home with an animal roar. She felt him cum, his huge cock pulsing inside her. She met his orgasm with another of her own.

Steve was still in Sophie's mouth. Although he was ready to cum as well he was desperately putting it off as long as he could. He remembered her last gamble, all or nothing, and he was determined to have it all.

He pulled himself out of her mouth and lay down beside them. Sophie's legs were now back down but Nick was still laying on top of her. He seemed reluctant or incapable of moving. Steve simply put both hands beneath Sophie's body and flipped the pair of the over. He had been expecting that Nick would roll off. But no, they just ended up with Nick on his back and Sophie lying face down on top of him. Despite his orgasm Nick's cock was still buried in Sophie's cunt and showed no sign of going anywhere else.

That left only one option. Steve gently parted Sophie's legs a little wider and exposed the rosebud opening of her arse.

On the other side of the room John had found a novel approach. He was still on his knees behind Zoë and above Angels head. With Angel's assistance he had discovered that he could fuck Zoë for a while and then, with minimal movement of his hips, stick his cock into Angel's willing mouth. As Zoë had her tongue up Angel's cunt they all seemed happy with this arrangement. The only thing that was bothering John was deciding where he was going to shoot his cum. And he was going to have to decide soon.

In the end John went for the double. He rammed his cock deep into Zoë's cunt and felt the first throb of his spunk explode into her. Franticly he withdrew and angled his cock so that Angel could get a mouth full as well. She missed the first pulse which flew between the girls bodies and landed on her tits. But John was still cuming by the time that she got him into her mouth. Such was the end of John's adventures for the evening. He collapsed backwards and ended up sitting with his back on the sofa.

Angel felt that she had had more of John's spunk than her share. And so with a twist she got out from under Zoë and turned around. As John sat slumped against the sofa he was treated to watching Angel and Zoë kissing deeply, sharing his sacrifice between them. He noted the splash of his cum that had landed on Angel's tits being rubbed into their bodies as the two girls hugged together.

Sophie felt Steve's cock touch her anus. She might have resisted but she didn't. She had been royally fucked, indeed she was still using her cunt muscles to hang on to Nick's cock. And she had promised all or nothing. As Steve gently pushed his way in she was surprised at how good it felt. And as he fucked her up the arse she was delighted to feel yet another orgasm roll through her body.

Steve could not hold out any longer. As he felt Sophie stiffen and tighten in orgasm he finally came. He pushed himself inside her as far as he could go. He felt himself go rigid and the ecstasy of pumping his hot spunk deep into Sophie's lovely arse.

As Sophie lay there with a man's cock filling her cunt and another filling her arse she though... "Sometimes losing is not so bad."



Play The Pokies



I like playing at the casinos. You can spend an evening there and as long as you're not expecting to win big (or at all) and stick to your budget you can have fun. Drinks are reasonably priced (and sometimes free) and it's not really an expensive night out.

I'd been playing the pokies and was actually fifty bucks ahead for the night. I was just cruising around wondering whether to invest my new found fortune on another machine, have a drink or go home when I spotted this disgruntled looking young woman.

She was dressed for a night out and should have been enjoying herself, but she seemed to be just moping around. I decided it would be nice to chat her up and just spend some friendly time over a convivial drink.

"You look a little bored," I said, coming beside her. "How about I buy you a drink and you can sit and relax for a few moments."

"I'm married. Go away," she said, showing me her hand, with rings prominent.

"Well, yes, I actually noticed that," I told her. "It was just that I was about to have a drink and you looked a little lonely, just standing around, so I thought you might like to join me for five minutes. 

It's just a drink. It's much too hard to seduce a lady surrounded by all these machines ringing and dinging so you're quite safe."

She actually looked at me that time, considering.

"And I suppose you have somewhere quiet you can take me?" the insinuation clear in her voice.

"Not really," I said. 

I nodded towards one of the open bars. 

"I thought a drink from the bar there and you can relax for a while in one of the armchairs they provide and talk for a while."

"Have you ever sat in one of those armchairs? Not the most comfortable of seats, I assure you."

I laughed. "That's because they're designed to get you back on your feet and out on the floor, feeding the machines. Not wasting your time drinking. Thirsty?"

Finally she nodded. "I have to admit I wouldn't mind a drink. But I can pay for my own."

"I'm ahead for the night," I told her. "I'm just spending the casino's money anyway. If not on a drink for you I'd probably put it back in one of the machines."

I escorted her over to the bar and we ordered our drinks and then sat down to drink and talk for a while.

"I'm Patrick, better known as Pat," I introduced myself.

"Janet, but I answer to Jan," came the reply.

"So Jan, why were you wandering around like a lost sheep looking for the sheepdog?" I asked. "I take it you're here with your husband?"

Jan nodded. "Yes. We only had a small stake each and I lost mine fairly quickly. Bob, however, won several hundred dollars and he's hoping to strike it even bigger. He'll probably go from machine to machine, winning little prizes here and there until it's all gone."

"That's the sort of thing the casinos count on," I pointed out. "They're not in the business of giving away money, after all. So tell me, what do you do? Do you have paid employment? I phrase it like that because some women get upset if they think you're hinting that being a fulltime housewife is not a job."

We settled down to general conversation over our drinks, eventually collecting a second drink and continuing our chat.

Although Jan seemed quite happy to just sit and chat I could sense an underlying irritation. She was not one hundred percent happy with her husband continuing to play the pokies and totally ignoring her.

I finally decided to broach the subject that was on my mind.

"You know, you're a very attractive woman, Jan. Would you object if I asked the staff to show us to a quiet room for half an hour so I can take off your clothes and make passionate love to you?"

Jan blinked. "What did you just say?"

Politely I started to repeat my little speech, but Jan interrupted.

"No, don't bother saying it again. I just wanted to see if you had the gall to. What on earth makes you think I'd do something like that? I've already told you I'm married."

"Well, I won't find out if you'd do something like that unless I ask, now will I?" I said reasonably. "Your husband is busy tied up blowing money through the pokies, so you need to do something to fill in the time."

"I just don't do that sort of thing," Jan protested, but I noticed that she didn't get up and walk away. Women, I have found, are rarely insulted by a man saying that they're attractive and fuckable.

"Why not?" I asked. "It's an interesting way to pass the time and you may learn something. Or teach me something new. I'm always willing to try something new."

"It's a silly request anyway," said Jan. "There's nowhere to go and I'm definitely not going up to one of the hotel rooms with you. Do you actually have one booked already?" she asked me, suspicious.

"Of course not," I said with a laugh. "How could I know I'd meet someone like you tonight. Watch and learn."

Glancing around, I spotted one of the casino's people wandering about. If you keep your eye out you can find them easily enough. If something goes wrong they want someone there at once. I lifted a finger and caught his eye.

"Excuse me," I said. "My friend here is feeling a little dizzy. Would you have a room close by where we could sit for half an hour out of the lights and noise?"

(They would have. It's bad publicity to have patrons dropping over in a faint. They're quite eager to shuffle them into a side room and let them faint there.) 

"I'm sorry to hear that," he murmured. "If you care to come this way?"

He led me towards a side door, while I gently towed Jan along behind.

"What are you doing?" hissed Jan. "I didn't say I would."

"Just relax," I hissed back. "I'm not going to force you to do anything. But we'll be out of the noise and bright lights for a while."

The casino employee opened a door and showed us in. 

"Just flick off the in use light when you leave," he told me, flicking it on as we entered. "I hope you're feeling better shortly, ma'am."

The noise of the casino faded right away when he closed the door. Good sound-proofing. And there was normal lighting. It was quite a nice little room and it had a couch, a couple of chairs and a TV.

Jan was looking a little stunned, glancing nervously back at the door. I strolled over to the couch and sat, not crowding her.

"If you think I'm going to stay here and let you take my clothes off, you're mad," Jan told me.

I just grinned at her. 

"I assure you, I'm much too lazy to try to wrestle you into submission," I told her, "and I'd probably be hopeless at undoing all those sneaky little catches that women's clothes seem to come with.

Why don't you do it, instead, while I watch?"

Jan's jaw dropped at that suggestion.

"What do you think I am?" she squeaked at me. "I couldn't possibly."

"Of course you can," I assured her, "and if you think about it you'll find that the idea of doing it is exciting you. You're effectively taking of your clothes in front of a stranger so that he can use you to pleasure himself and you'll never see him again after this. It's something you've never done before and will probably never do again. 

This is your sole chance to get yourself ravished by a stranger, and in a public place yet. People would never believe it happened."

Jan's face was flushed and she cast another look at the door. She didn't, however, turn and walk out and her nipples were showing prominently against her dress.

I waited, letting the tension rise, and it was getting to her. Suddenly she swallowed, reached up to the back of her neck and fiddled with her dress. The next moment it was sliding down her body, leaving her standing in a thong and a pair of high heel shoes.

She must have heard the hiss of appreciation I let out, and she was blushing fiercely as she hooked her thumbs over her thong and pushed it down.

She stood there, nude beauty in high heels, and I rose to my feet and stepped towards her. I slowly ran my hand over her breasts and then down, slowing slightly as I caressed her smoothly shaven mons, then slipping between her legs to capture her mound.

Stepping back I looked at her. Her nipples were already erect and she was breathing hard. I'd felt the heat coming from her pussy when I'd cupped her and she was hot and horny, whether she wanted to admit it or not.

Taking a breast in one hand I gently held it while caressing her nipple with my thumb.

"A question," I murmured. "Do you want me to make sweet gentle love to you or just bend you over the couch and ravish your pussy like it's never been ravished before."

While I'd been talking I'd been unzipping and letting the monster of its leash. I pressed her hand against me so she knew what was coming.

Jan's hand closed almost convulsively around me. She gasped and finally answered my question.

"Ravish me," she gasped. "Push me onto the couch and just take me, and take me hard."

I always try to oblige when a woman asks something of me. Tonight was no exception.

I took Jan and pushed her easily over the end of the couch, legs spread and bottom lifted. Roughly I pushed the head of my cock firmly against her slit. 

"Now?" I asked.

"Yes, now!" she gasped and I rammed into her, just driving home, forcing her to adapt to my entry rather than slowly adjust to a smoother entry.

Jan squealed, her bottom bouncing and wriggling from side to side as she adjusted her position, finding a more comfortable way to hold me. I waited a few moments while she wriggled. Reaching round I grasped her breasts and squeezed. 

Jan promptly anticipated what was about to happen. She started squealing and then I was fucking her. I wasn't making gentle love, or firmly thrusting into her. I was fucking her, throwing my cock fiercely into her pussy, letting her know that she was mine for the taking and that I was taking.

Writhing and bucking and squealing, pussy being hammered and breasts being mauled, Jan relished her ravishment. She didn't have to plead for me to go faster or harder, I was pounding her at full speed right from the word go and she was responding the same way.

I fully approved of the soundproofing in that little room. Jan was a noisy little thing, shrieking quite loudly as I ground her against the couch. 

Very soon I was wanting to climax but Jan was still humping her heart out, taking everything I could dish out, meeting it and squealing for more. I hung on desperately, and eventually was rewarded by the sound of Jan's squealing change.

There was now a new desperation to it, so I relaxed and settled in to some vigorous strokes that let me ejaculate deep within her. That first splash of seed was the final trigger for Jan. She screamed and stiffened, latching on to my cock and riding out a convulsive climax.

After a while I pulled loose and stepped back, straightening my clothing. Jan on the other hand was completely relaxed, just draped relaxed and naked over the end of the couch, breathing hard.

After a little while I slapped her lightly on the bottom.

"If you want to freshen up a bit before we go back to the casino, that door there is a little bathroom."

Jan looked at the indicated door, slowly stood up and walked over to it, her legs appearing a little shaky.

A few minutes she came stalking confidently out, looking marvellous in those high heel shoes. She slipped on her excuse for panties and then lifted her dress into place and clipped it.

We flicked off the in use sign and slipped back to the bar for another drink. We were sitting there when Jan's husband suddenly rolled up.

"I've been looking for you, love," he said. "I've built up my winnings to a thousand dollars. I think we'd better get out of here before I blow it again."

Without even glancing at me, Jan rose with a smile and left with him. Lucky man, that husband of hers. A thousand bucks is not a bad little win.



Play Time



Sometimes she feels like taking care of my every need, without wanting anything for herself. But sometimes she feels a little more naughty, and she needs a little more discipline as she satisfies my rampant libido. Sometimes she needs to be thrown down across the bed and used, fucked so hard it rocks her to the very core. This new respect I have for my hellcat as a sex kitten/sex toy makes me want her more than I have ever wanted anyone; and now I know that taking what I want is in fact giving her what she wants, as well. I relish the role of being her daddy, of giving her everything she wants and leaving her panting, spent, and tingling from beautiful head to cute little toe.

Last weekend I sent her into the shower to clean up as I lit candles, turned back the bed, and got out a couple of accessories to our lovemaking session. When she pulled back the shower curtain, water beading and running down the curves of her smooth white body, I was waiting for her on the bed, stripped to my shorts. I sat and watched her as she dried off every inch of her tasty skin, getting up only when she was dry and clean and standing next to the bed. I stood up, relishing in her nudity as I stood still clothed, and I ran my hands along her sides; I cupped her ass and smacked it lightly, and then I dragged her onto the bed, laying her on her back under me.

“Have you been a good girl?” I asked her, playfully. She nodded her head yes, and made to kiss me.

“Ah,” I said, pulling back. Grabbing a handful of her long hair, I twisted and pulled until she yelped. She rolled away from me, to relieve the pressure, and I pushed her over onto her belly. I held her hair tight, pulling her head back even as I held the rest of her body down tightly. I slipped the collar around her neck. The ‘click’ of the latch snapping shut is a profoundly satisfying sound. It sounded like her becoming mine completely, if only for a short while. 

“I’ve been good,” she moaned.

“Oh, sweetie,” I said gently, “You talk like you don’t want me to whip you. But we both know that’s what you want. We both know that’s how your pussy gets some sloppy, dripping wet. You know you like to be spanked, to be pushed to your knees and slobber on my cock while I hold your hair, to be fucked hard and long like my own personal playtight.

You know it just like I do. Now ssshhhhh.”

I smacked her ass. She ground her pussy into the sheets. “Raise your ass up. Get up on your knees and elbows. Good girl. Now stick your ass out. Farther, my submissive little slave girl. That’s it, that’s a good girl.”

She strained, pushing back and up with her thick ass. I held her hair, coiling it around my hand, but released the pressure a bit. Now I had to focus on other things. I unfastened my belt and pulled it slowly, letting the leather tongue flick across each belt loop, letting her savor the anticipation.

I doubled the belt up, holding the buckle and tongue tightly in my fist, and brought it down across her upraised ass. It made a sharp thwack sound, and she yelped in surprise. I raised the belt higher, and brought it down harder. I let go of her hair, and her head dropped. I smacked her ass again, and again, and already her left cheek was starting to turn pink. I leaned over and gave it a gentle kiss, before smacking it with the palm of my hand.

I moved down to the end of the bed, standing on the floor, and stripped naked. She gyrated her hips, and I smacked the belt against her ass again, three times in rapid succession. She tried to pull away, so I grabbed her hip and held her firmly. I set the belt down, one hand pushing down on the small of her back, and licked one of my fingers. Her pussy was already damp. I touched the lips, stroked the clit with my fingertip, and lightly flicked at her vulva. She pressed her face down into the bed, and bit down on the sheets. 

“Don’t you pull away from me,” I said softly. I swatted her cheeks with my hand, alternating back and forth until both attained a healthy, sexy red glow. She murmured into the sheets. “Speak up, pet.”

“I won’t pull away any more, daddy,” she said, sultry-sexy. As she said it, she pulled her hips away just a hint; just a touch, a whisper of a move. It wasn’t even because she wanted to pull away, she just wanted to show she could. 

I pushed her down flat against the bed and leaned across her, my shoulder pushing down squarely on the small of her back. She made muffled noise and struggled a little. I used my bare hand and smacked her jiggling ass cheeks until they were blazing red and my hand was starting to tingle.

I got some lotion and rubbed it slowly into her ass. She moaned as I gently touched the stinging skin. With my other hand I went between her legs and ran my fingers along her smooth pussy lips – they were slippery-slick. Juice was running down her thighs. As I continued to run her ass I slipped two of my fingers into her tight warmth and plunged them deep. Sliding in and out, hooking the tips to run against the G-spot, pulling them out only to flick at her clit. She began to shudder. I changed my tempo, keeping her on the brink of coming without letting her over the edge. I didn’t want to reward her too early.

“Ohhhh, daddy,” she groaned. “Can I please come?”

“It doesn’t sound like you really want it to me,” I said, making a disappointed voice and taking my fingers out of her sopping wet cunt. “Why don’t you show me how much you want to come.”

I stood up and let my pants fall. I was naked underneath, my cock thick and purple and half-hard. She crawled around to face may, still flat on her belly, and sucked the tip of my dick between her lips. She arched her back and raised her head, taking my length deeper and deeper into her hot, wet mouth. She kept her hand on the bed, and dug her toes in to push up against me – the more she pushed the more of my cock disappeared. Her eyes rolled up and she looked at me. I tugged at her hair, and she dove down to lick and suck on my balls. I tugged her hair again, and she went back to throating me. I reached down, for no good reason, and swatted her ass again. She started to suck even harder. I swatted her again. She moaned and took as much of me as she could. She gagged and little, and pulled away. Drool ran down from the corners of her lips, and dripped across her chin.I pushed my cock back into her mouth. 

“On your back now,” I said suddenly. She stopped and looked up at me. I reached down, grabbed her by the shoulder, and tossed her onto her back. She smiled at me, hungry and lustful. I got on my knees next to her, then put one knee on either side of her head. My cock laid across her neck, my balls dangled in front of her face. I pulled her legs apart and back toward me, spreading them as wide as they would go. Her glorious holes lay bare and exposed before my. I leaned down and licked the tart juice off her thigh, then plunged my tongue into her twat. I sucked on her clit, and tongue-fucked her. She moaned and writhed.

I sat up, swept up the riding crop, and WHAP smacked her cunt. She tightened up. I smacked her again. 

“I’ll lick you as long as you lick me. No sucking, just tongue.”

Instantly she began to tongue-bath my balls. I sunk my face into her sweetness and began to lick and suck. She was hot and damp against my skin. Her hips began to buck, and her tongue pulled away from my body – I sat back up and WHAP smacked her pussy with the crop, three times. She whimpered, such a sexy sound, and began to lick me again. I dove back into her. This was quite the fun game. We went like that for a bit, every time she got close to coming she would stop licking me, and I would smack her dripping pussy. 

Finally the smacking was starting to get her off. I smacked her cunt three more times, then crawled off her and slid my two fingers back inside. I sat between her knees and watched her. Smooth pale skin rocking back and forth against the dampening sheets, hair mussed, strands stuck to her cheeks. She chewed on her bottom lip.

“Please daddy, pleeeeeeease can I come. I’ll do anything, please daddy, just let me come, OH GOD,” I picked up my rhythm and went deep with my finger fucking. I knew just how to hit her spots, and she started to pop like a firecracker.

“Yes, pet. Come for me.”

She began to wail and moan and scream. She came instantly, and then came again before she had time to ask permission.

I pulled away, then grabbed her thighs and pulled her over toward me. Her legs were spread wide, feet up in the air. I thrust my full rock-hard length deep into her. She squealed and came again. 



Play Time



"I've got special plans for this weekend," Biri purred.

It didn't take too much imagination for Leif to determine what those plans would be. His girlfriend's outfit made some very clear statements in that regard.

"Can you even breathe in this, sweetie?"

"As long as I don't laugh," she chuckled and let her latex-gloved hands slide along the skimpy rubber dress and tightly-laced corset. Kneeling in front of him in their living room, Bérénice was a picture of enthusiastic submission, ready to have her photo printed in a BDSM textbook.

"You know," Leif stated in a low voice as he hunkered down in front of her, "I've got some pretty concrete plans, too..."

"Do you, now?"

"You better believe it, little slave girl. I will be stalwart, I will be merciless, and I will crush any sign of resistance with all the skills given to me."

He brought her head closer with a dominant pull at the front ring of her strict leather collar.

"But first I need some additional equipment."

Leif let go of her slave collar and stood up.

"Don't go anywhere."

"Yes, Master!"

He was sure she wouldn't. Not with the ballet ankle boots on her feet. Most likely she had put them on last, whilst already waiting for him in the living room. Maybe she had donned them together with the rest of her fetish outfit and then had crawled into place for him to find her -- a mental picture very stimulating to Leif. The one thing she surely hadn't done was walk. Biri was barely capable of standing in ballet boots, but only whilst steadying herself somewhere, and just for a score of seconds. Then routinely the cramps would set in, and she would either plead for permission to kneel or -- in serious cases -- would break slave character altogether. Building up tip toe stamina and en pointe balance was a work in progress.

As he walked past her towards their naughty stash, Leif was pleased to notice that she hadn't just laced up her punitive footwear with a vengeance, but had also locked it on with small padlocks. Good girl.

Only minutes later he returned with a couple of carefully chosen items and a clear notion of how to proceed.

"Feeling flexible today?"

Biri made a cute distressed sound at the sight of the armbinder. It was the one that reached up almost to her shoulders. The tight one.

Obediently she placed her arms behind her back, dismissing all thoughts of imminent discomfort and welcoming those of stern bondage.

"Wanna keep your opera gloves on?"

"Yes. Although I don't think my arms going to feel any less encased without them."

She knew him well. Leif loved to lace a monoglove tight. And he would do it quickly, giving her little time to adjust. It never failed to increase the sensation of capture and entrapment. Already he had brought the holding straps across her shoulders and had laced her up halfway to the elbows. This locked both the binder and her arms in position, making it unmistakably clear that she was in for it. Then his practiced hands started in earnest. Beginning again at the wrists, the laces buzzed through the sturdy grommets. Every pull made the bondage more demanding, more inescapable. Biri gasped as her elbows touched, join pressed against join by unyielding leather. In her ligaments the well-known pain started, sharp and gnawing as if arrows were sticking in them.

"There will be no antics from you this weekend," Leif breathed into her ear.

"No, Master!"

"I will take all the play time I want, without remorse."

"Yes, Master!"

And higher still he laced. In every detail Leif could witness the way his girlfriend's arms shifted in their joints and how her shoulder blades moved closer and closer together. He finished with a double bow and stowed the loops between her triceps muscles inside the binder -- which turned out to be a tight fit. He couldn't remember having her ever bound so harshly. And according to Biri's frequent low moans, she couldn't either. 

Seeing her arms forced into so strenuous and unnatural a position never failed to arouse Leif. Sadly he couldn't allow himself to indulge in those feelings right now -- too many tasks were waiting for him.

He circled her kneeling form. Looking straight from the front, her arms had become invisible. Her shoulder joints existed only as slight curves between her collarbones and her torso. Due to her arched back the girl presented her ample boobs very nicely, all displayed in the shiny latex. He couldn't help but cup them. Leif adored Biri's breasts. They were as soft as one would expect, yet at the same time excitingly firm. Like tautly stuffed pillows.

"Everything still there where you last saw it? You've got that 'pillow' look again."

Busted. He shouldn't have told her about that metaphor. Now she was teasing him with it on every occasion. To get even, he felt her up a bit more, enjoying the latex that was holding her breasts. It provided a weird sensation. The material itself appeared to be cool, yet he could feel Biri's body heat through it. There was really nothing like thin-spread rubber when it came to trapping a slave girl's tits.

He let his hands wander upwards and laid them on her shoulders, which were already glowing from the stress.

"Your shoulders are burning."

"Shoulders, chest. It even spreads down into my flanks."

Leif grabbed her strictly corseted waist.

"How did you even manage to lace yourself up so tight all by your own?"

"There are many things a girl can do all by her own."

"Do you want me to loosen the corset or the binder?"

"Ask that again, the two of us have a real problem."

That haughty attitude, even when displayed to encourage, could not go unpunished. Leif took one of the bondage belts he'd brought and doubled it. With a stern expression he raised his arm, as though intending to beat her with the leather strap. But he let one end drop and brought the belt down with little force. Almost gently it wrapped itself around her sheathed arms and restricted waist. Leif tightened the belt all the way down, thus forcing Biri's already tormented arms closer to the small of her back.

"Oh fuck!" she gasped.

Leif could still shove a hand between binder and corset, but Biri's leather-encased wrists were pressing hard against her tail bone. She wasn't even able to flap her arms anymore. He took a shorter strap to create a cinch on the belt just where his hand had been, not willing to let the space unused.

Biri mad a funny noise, somewhere between squealing and sighing.

"Get used to it while I'm doing your legs."

"How do you want them?" she asked with a husky voice, her endurance clearly challenged.

"Put your feet a bit to the side of your bum. Don't rest on them."

She groaned as this variation brought her hip further down and turned her ankles, thus putting additional strain on her insteps. Leif pushed the hem of her short latex dress up and tied each ankle to its corresponding thigh. Again he used the cinch technique to tighten things up even further.

"How are your calves?"

"Cramping up," she stated dryly.

"Can you endure it some more minutes? I'm going to put you in another position with less weight on your ankles."

"Yes, yes, go on. Just make me take it."

Leif picked up the last item, apart from two more leather belts. Biri swallowed involuntarily as he showed her the panel gag with its inflatable mouth piece and full head harness. From earlier sessions they both knew how extreme this gag could be.

"The nasty one?" she asked, not without the thrilling anticipation of being pushed to her limits.

"No shouting for you any time soon."

"Do your worst, then."

Leif paused for a moment, though.

"Before this goes in, I want to make absolutely clear that you allow me to do anything and everything I want for the next two and a half days."

"Anything and everything."

And to prove her total and utter submission, she opened her mouth wide, not waiting for his command.

Without further ado he fed her the flaccid gag. The connected hand pump swung obligingly on its rubber tube, tapping against her cleavage. 

Whenever she thought of herself in bondage, she saw herself gagged. Her bondage self just wasn't complete without a gag. Once she had asked her boyfriend whether he thought the same way. Her answer had come the next night in form of a large red ball gag. It was her favourite sex toy ever since. The pump gag, on the other hand, she was scared of. Not to the point of real fear. But there was this titillating anxiety she again and again dared herself to overcome.

"Hold it."

She caught the rigid stem with her teeth, so he had both hands free to buckle the head harness. The actual gag and the sturdy leather panel which would seal her lips would be secured by not less than eight straps. Two went up across her face to joint into one in the middle of her forehead, like an inverted Y. Two straps run to the left and right across her cheeks just below her cheekbones and above her ears. The fifth and sixth traversed her face in similar ways, if further down near her lower jaw.

"You would rather have your comfy ball gag, hmm?"

"Mmm-mm," Biri negated. She wanted him to choose. But her ball gag -- she knew he was referring to her favourite -- had indeed become close to comfortable. She had been trained to take ever larger gags, and for ever extending periods. The long-term goal was to stay gagged in some way, shape or form for several days. 

Strap seven and eight would go down under her chin, cross there, then connect in the nape of her neck. These two Leif left alone for now. The rest he buckled up with special diligence, pulling her long hair free ever so often to bring the bands as close to her head as possible.

Did he even know how turned on she was? The familiar tingling had washed over her when she'd begun to work herself into the breathtakingly tight latex dress, corset and slave collar. Hearing the clicks as she had locked herself in the ballet boots had nearly driven her over the edge. Biri didn't know where she had found the will to keep her fingers away from her pussy. How she wished not to be such a coward and ask for a chastity belt for Christmas.

From the crown of her head two additional leather bands ran down both sides, connectable to every strap they crossed. Leif fumbled them through the provided links of the horizontal panel straps, then let them dangle. He used the hand pump, and the rubber sphere in her mouth expanded with rapid speed.

"Don't think I do not appreciate your commitment," he told her between squeezes, "even if the weekend will turn out to be a bit frustrating for you."

The taste and smell of rubber became overwhelming as the ever-growing bladder pressed her tongue down. Swallowing became incredibly hard. Yet for a moment Biri was distracted from her hardships by the prospect of orgasm denial. She created a longing sound within her throat, but not much of it made it past her gag. The rubber bulb wasn't round. As it filled with more and more air, smaller pockets forced their way towards the insides of her cheeks. In this it bore resemblance to a butterfly gag, with its "wings" further reducing the resonating cavity and sealing the mouth from the inside. The variant wedging her jaws apart was however of a more sophisticated and therefore more effective design, obstructing the spaces near the cheeks to their full height and depth.

She whimpered again, more urgently, to bewail the jaw-wrenching pressure.

"As long as you are able to complain, you are not really gagged."

The oral torture instrument increased to worrisome dimensions, bereaving her of the ability to form any intelligible sound in the most severe way. Tonight he was serious about gagging her to the max!

His girlfriend looked at him, half asking, half pleading -- and with a sexy little squint due to the harness straps running left and right of her nose. Leif had counted the squeezes. The main bulb had now to be nearly the size of a tennis ball, and the side pockets gave Biri's cheeks an adoring hamster look. She was as gagged as a slave girl could be. Half a year ago her mouth wouldn't have been capable of taking this amount of punishment. The pump gag was intended for heavy duty use and was one of the few products that could keep its unlucky wearer as quite as it was possible without interfering with the vocal cords (which would be a highly dangerous affair).

He buckled the chin straps tight, really tight, and further secured them with the additional bands. Then Leif gave the hand pump one last squeeze to be on the safe side. Biri didn't approve of that, her dark eyes sending daggers. She was flaring her nostrils, like she always did when accustoming to huge or otherwise demanding gags. He disconnected the tube and gave her a kiss on the face panel, on the spot behind which he knew her full lips were imprisoned.

"Lean back."

She obeyed but struggled as she was about to tilt over backwards.

"Don't worry, I catch you."

He put one hand on her shoulder blades and the other one behind her head.

"Lie back, but do not bring your knees up."

Biri tensed for a split second as she lost balance, but then trusted her lover who placed her carefully on the ground. It was strenuous pose she was in, not easy to maintain. Her torso was resting on her twisted arms, whereas her legs made contact with the floor via her shins and her oh so wickedly straightened insteps.

Inescapable. Gruelling. An endurance position.

He placed the last two belts around each of her spread thighs, very close to her crotch. On the outside they ran across the arcs of ballet boots, thus trapping the twenty centimetres heels against the sides of her hip. Biri wasn't going to roll about like that, no matter how badly the muscles and tendons in her leather-bound arms would be burning.

The girl had her eyes closed, long dark hair dramatically spread out on the floor.

Having found her masochistic mind-set again, she opened her eyes and looked up at Leif. He had surprised her, to be sure. Ballet-booted, monogloved and pumped-gagged to the extreme, she was now on an advanced level of vulnerability, even for a BDSM session. All his for the taking.

A damsel in deepest distress.

Bérénice's mind was running wild with ideas of what he could do to her helpless body. He could free her breasts and run the strands of a flogger across her nipples. He could drip hot candle wax onto them, allow it to solidify and then whip it off with a riding crop. He could cane the front of her thighs and make her so sweetly regret that she had ever mentioned her passion for this punishment. So much to endure and to enjoy...!

With the satisfied groan of a man having fulfilled his day's duty, Leif slumped into the comfy leather chair at his desk and -- to Biri's utter disbelief -- fired up his high end PC. Her severely gagged exclaims were soon faded out by his trusty Sennheiser headphones.

"Biri, you are cute and sexy and kinky, and I love you. But what I've got to pull off to play Skyrim in peace once in a while is unbelievable...!"





Play Time



Chapter 1

I sat in the darkness toward the middle of the auditorium as the scene unfolded. The sounds had that hollow ring that you get in an empty theatre. The rehearsal lights cast unequal shadows on the characters on stage. The woman was tall and slim, her breasts crisply defined under the clinging dress. Her legs, long and shapely, towering up from high heels, were visible where the long skirt parted. Long, dark hair coiled high on her head, made her look even taller in the way of movie stars in the thirties. Her hand on her hip and her angled elbow gave the impression of casual confidence as the out-thrust hip parted the skirt. 

She delivered her lines in a full, rich voice accustomed to the stage setting. At least, so it would have seemed to the casual observer. On the other hand, I was aware that she had been away from the stage for years. I hardly recognized her as my wife, so strong was the wanton image she projected. Nor would I have imagined her capable of doing this scene slowly easing her dress down from her shoulders before a virtual stranger. Not only that, but other cast members stood around gazing with rapt attention on the two lovers at center stage.

I felt like an intruder, that I should not be here observing the intimacy of the scene. A noticeable lump formed in my throat as the shimmering dress inched down bare arms exposing milk white shoulders marred only by white bra straps. She caught it there and looked at her lover, teasing him, tempting his eyes. 

As he replied, she dropped the dress to her hips, stealing the scene with the appearance of lacy bra cups clinging to perky breasts. It was unfair. Not an eye in the theatre would notice that another actor was on the stage; not an ear would here his plaintive line. Even he stumbled over the line, distracted by the taut, lovely fullness of the bra cups, and the beauty of the curving underside of neat, perfect breasts. 

Sue was in full command now. The dress clung seductively to her full hips as she delivered her line. The angle of her arms was as graceful as a Grecian statue as she released the catch of her bra. The cups seemed not to want to leave her breasts and hung until her hand stripped them from their position. She paused, holding the still shapely bra and then slowly released it onto the chaise behind her. Those pretty breasts that I had had to myself until now were displayed in their classic glory and seemed to pick up the light from overhead and make it warmer.

The actress shrugged slightly and the dress slipped down nylon-clad legs and pooled at her feet. Her tummy was a trim, graceful little bulge leading into a particularly prominent Venus mound truly reminiscent of the Venus de Milo. 

The actor turned away, his hand to his head. 

"Sorry.. sorry.. I need to break away a moment!" The entire crew laughed at his discomfort. I noticed him hitching his pants to ease the erection she had raised in him. 

I slumped back into my seat, suddenly aware just how tense I had become craning forward over the seatback in front of me. My own erection was now fully obvious as it tugged at my pubic hair. I shifted my trousers a little to be less confining. I noticed a tiny bit of perspiration on my upper lip. Curiously, I felt a strange excitement knowing that the actor opposite my wide was lusting for her.

The director soon got everyone back in their places and the scene continued.

Standing in lace panties and stockings held up by a trim garter belt, she took his hand. She drew him to the chaise and then sat down. She raised her arms to invite him closer. My heart was pounding in my chest as I watched him kneel to kiss her. His hand moved up to her breast and hers trailed up to his neck. The kiss continued in the silent theatre. Slowly the two moved closer. Her legs parted and he moved between them, still kneeling on the floor.

I watched as Sue turned his head and pressed him to her breasts. Even from this distance, her pointed nipples jutted from the roundness of her breasts. Her nipples are quite prominent when she is aroused. They jut from the large, lighter-colored aureoles which cap her lovely breasts. We have always said they were her very best features.

I watched as his hand moved, cupping her, then again, as he captured the nipple in the crotch between thumb and forefinger. It was a truly erotic touch to add to the scene. It was not clear if he did it for effect or just for his own eager pleasure. Whatever his motivation, I found it extremely erotic to watch another man's hand play over my own wife's nipple; it was unexpectedly erotic.

"And blackout!" a voice boomed. "That was great Sue, and you to, Mike. A very good first run-through."

The director walked over to them and began his critique of their performance. Snapping out of my trance, I looked around the empty auditorium. I was very aware of the bulge in my trousers and suddenly self-conscious of the fact that this had been a big turn on. The director could have asked for a clear auditorium but you never know with these actor chappies.

Soon, Sue was dressed again and we were making our way to the car park.

"So what did you think?" she asked, a bit apprehensively.

"Very good. I think it will be a smash. Bit rough in parts, but that will come with practice, right? On the hole, I think it is very good indeed, and very horny, by the way. I think we have to get you home double quick."

Sue laughed. "Yeah. Me too! You noticed the rough spots, did you?"

"Nothing that won't smooth out in rehearsal. You were the best. He is.. not quite there yet, should I say?"

"Yes. Well, Dan, he's the director, agrees with you. It's not an easy scene.. of course. "Not easy," she trailed off into silence. 

Sue hadn't acted on stage since leaving school 15 years ago. A friend had recently invited her into an amateur acting group,and after joining and helping out backstage for a few productions, she got this chance to 'walk the boards'. Not too many people auditioned for the part because of that particular scene. Apparently there are a lot of jealous husbands out there and a few women that didn't think their figure would stand up to the scrutiny of a theatre full of people. Sue had no problem there. She rather enjoyed a bit of exhibitionism, as well.

I slipped my hand onto her thigh on the way home and she put hers on top of mine. She guided my hand onto the warm nylon peeking through the slit in her skirt. I glanced down and noticed the slit had been unbuttoned still further. The dark stocking tops of her crossed legs looked wonderfully inviting in the light cast by the instrument panel.

Slowly but surely, she moved my hand higher onto the flesh of her inner thigh, then uncrossed her legs to let me find my own way. I slipped my hand between lovely thighs and felt my little finger touch the bulge of her pussy lips under those silky white panties. I could tell that she was quite wet. It felt like a small pool of moisture there between her lips. It was clear that I wasn't the only one turned on by the situation! 

Sue's hand slipped along my own thigh and then roamed along the length of my cock. It now lay rock hard, long and lean down the leg of my pants. Her touch was soft as she traced the shape of my shaft and I felt my foreskin slide back under the practiced stroking.

"Did you like the love scene, dear?" she asked.

"Loved it. I'd like to play it, too." Her hand tightened on me.

"Let's hurry home then." Sue laughed quietly and we continued our mutual fondling.

We hurried through a light rain and ducked under the jutting canopy over our door. I let my eyes fall over her shapely form as she shook the drops from her raincoat. I never tire of looking at sue while she is occupied with a mundane task like that. For some reason, it is at such moments when she appears most erotic to me. I fixed drinks hurriedly and Sue put on soft music in the lounge.

"Now, let's see, shall we start with.." she laughed and then unbuttoned the dress and let it slip down to show her shoulders as she had on the stage.

"We really shouldn't be here, Jeffrey." She began her line on cue.

"Don't send me away," Lillian, not just now." I said, affecting my best stage presence. 

The dress slipped to her waist. I watched in awe the lovely curve her breast made in the underside of the lacy bra cup. The nearly see-through lace trimmed cups permitted the tone of her skin to enhance the sensual effect of the bra. I could see her nipples, tense and brisk, as she reached behind to unclasp her bra. My mouth went dry for the second time tonight as I watched it slip from those succulent looking orbs. Her breasts were that size that makes each one a separate beauty. The nipples were miniature Mount Fujiyamas, lacking only the snow caps.

Sue shrugged her hips and the dress pooled at her feet. I could sense her watching me, pleased with the effect watching her undress had on me. I fell to my knees and found myself level with the dark patch of curls under lace panties. I crawled toward her where she sat on the couch. She guided me forward until I was between nylon-clad thighs so inviting that my heart was raced wildly. I slipped my hands along the stockings on the outside of her thighs, luxuriating in the sensual pleasure of it.

My hands explored the nylons for a long moment then moved to the satin of her skin. The hard contrast of garter snaps, gave the old fashioned sensuality I found very pleasing and exciting. I slipped my hands under her panties and fondled the cheeks of her bottom as our lips met. After all these years of marriage, it wasn't as exciting as a first kiss, but with my high state of arousal, it came quite close. This was surely the most erotic scene I had ever played; I'm sure the leading man in the play must feel the same.

"Did he touch you like this?" I asked, breathlessly into Sue's ear.

I felt her shudder. "Well.. not quite." I slipped my hands to the outside of the silky panties. "Yes, more like that." She said quietly, and snuggled a little closer.

"We really mustn't.. " she returned to a line in the scene.

Then her hand guided mine tracing a path over round hip, elegant narrow waist, and rib cage to find loveliness of her breast. It seemed made to fill my cupped hand. I squeezed gently, letting her nipple find a natural place in the crotch of my hand.

"And he did this? Like this?" I asked.

Sue shivered again. "Yes," she murmured.

My cock was rampant. I eased forward so that I touched between her legs. I knew how wet she was and that I was pressing lightly against a pool of juices behind the gusset of her panties. Sue's hand felt between our bodies and I heard the zipper slide down. Her hand groped for my cock. She eagerly struggled to loose my long cock from its restrictions. Our excitement rose.

"Did you take out HIS cock, too, darling?" I could hardly get the suggestive words out.

"No.." she paused. "No.. but.."

"But.. you wanted to?" the words fell excitedly from my mouth and I nibbled her ear.

"Yes.." 

Her hand snatched her panties aside and the bulbous head of my cock pressed into a great wet pool of welcoming juices. I felt my foreskin slide out of the way and the head pop past the initial snug fit of Sue's pussy. It felt scalding hot, wonderfully tight, totally exciting, all at one stroke.

"Fuck me Sir Jeffrey!" she said urgently, her hips thrusting to engulf me.

I needed no encouragement at that point. Our thrusting was hard and fast; our coupling hot and very wet. I could not recall Sue feeling so hot and wet since our wedding night. It was a delightful fuck. Again and again we thrust together, faster and faster. We could not slow our pace nor pause. From the first stroke we were at full speed. Wildly taking each other, slamming our bodies together in a passion rooted in her performance on stage. I soon felt the tightness of my balls and then my sperm shooting up the length of my cock into Sue's waiting vagina.

Sue moaned loudly over my shoulder, her breasts pressed tight against me. Her orgasm flowed over her, still impaled on the up-curved hardness of my cock. 

Afterwards as we lay talking, Sue asked if it would be OK if Mike, the leading man, came to our house for rehearsal. With so many different groups using the theatre they could only rehearse that scene with the rest of the cast sat watching. I didn't understand what the problem was at first, but Sue explained that on stage you didn't notice the audience and that you were remote from them. In the rehearsal room it was different because everyone was so much closer and the scene better lighted. It seemed a reasonable idea to me and said so. I would just stay out of the way and leave them to it.

"We really need to work it out. I don't want it to be clumsy on the stage. That would ruin the moment" she said.

"No problem with me, dear, whatever you want is fine with me."

"Anything.. hmmm, anything?" She repeated, a grin slipping across her face. 

Chapter Two

The following week, rehearsals were on Wednesday night. Sue asked if it would be OK for her and Mike to use our lounge following the main rehearsal at the theatre. I agreed and told her I would keep out of their way no matter how much I wanted to slip down and watch the scene.

Later that night, I heard the back door shut and went into the hallway to greet Sue and Mike. He seemed a nice enough bloke, tall and fit. He was a fitting choice for the lead of the play. We exchanged a few niceties and I made my excuses and retired to bed. Sue and Mike made their way into the lounge.

As I lay in bed waiting for Sue to come up I wondered if Mike would behave himself alone with my wife. I found it exciting to hope that he would actually misbehave entirely. The thought of having her come to our bed excited and wet from rehearsing sex with a stranger was quite thrilling. I imagined his hand on her bare breasts and her gorgeous figure. No! Mustn't think about it. I didn't want to get too excited and end up wanking myself stupid. I wanted to save my hot sperm for that moment of deepest penetration.. in my wife!

I couldn't resist that urge for very long. My hand was soon around my erect cock and I strained to hear their words even as I tried to keep my mind off the scene below. I tried reading a book, something quite technical, in vain a hope that it would fully occupy my mind.

It was probably an hour later that Sue eventually entered the bedroom.

"Still awake?" she asked.

I watched as she slipped the buttons of her dress loose and slipped it in a single stroke down her legs and stepped out of it.

"You bet! I want to hear how it went tonight." She smiled mischievously at me as she hung up her dress. 

Sue slipped into bed beside me and cuddled up. "Has it made you all horny knowing I was taking my clothes off in front of Mike?" Her hand reached across for my cock.

"You bet!" I told her confirming what her hand already knew.

"So?" I prompted.

"Well, Dan suggested a few variations on how we should do the scene. So we did a run through of each of them."

"Dan?" I questioned.

"Yes, the director . . . remember."

"Ohh. Yes. . . Carry on."

"Well, he said it wasn't quite right with Mike just kneeling by the couch. He suggested that we should try it with Mike standing by the couch and dropping his trousers … before climbing on top of me."

"Oh I see . . " I said, my heart in my throat with the realization that his cock would be pressed against her mound. My cock gave an involuntary twitch.

"I see you like!" Sue laughed. "And then he suggested that I should be the one to remove Mike's trousers . . . before he got on top of me." She relished the phrase, letting it linger expectantly on her tongue.

Another twitch by my uncontrollable cock; Another laugh came from Sue.

"And finally, he suggested that I take Mike's trousers while we are both standing and then we get on the couch." She smiled, then bit her lower lip. "So, you see, we had quite a few alternatives to explore. Before he got on top of me, as I said." She smiled impishly once again.

More twitches and more giggles.

"So run me through what happened." I asked eagerly.

"Well, the first try, Mike couldn't get his trousers off because his shoes got in the way."

"Some Casanova!" I interrupted.

"Yes, well. We tried it again with his laces undone and there was no problem."

"And did he get on top of you?"

"Yes. . . and yes, I could feel him pressing against my leg."

"And was he hard?"

"Yes. He was a bit embarrassed about it but I told him not to be. It was flattering."

"Big?" I asked predictably.

"Well," she said squeezing my cock. "I'd say it isn't as long as yours but I think his is.. fatter, thicker."

I didn't know whether that pleased me or not! 

"Go on." I urged.

"Well, he led me to the couch and then laid on top of me . . . . and we kissed.

"Kissed? And how did you feel about that?" I asked wanting to know a little more detail than that.

"Oh, it was a good enough kiss. Well, perhaps a little longer than necessary." She giggled and squeezed my cock playfully.

"Did your tongues touch?"

"Hey, this is getting you awfully excited. I was worried that it would bother you."

"Yes. I'm a little surprised myself," I said. "It's exciting. I admit that. Remember after the first rehearsal?

Sue nodded and kissed me, her tongue reaching between my lips.

"Well, he didn't do that. Are you disappointed?" she asked.

"A little. Are you?" I laughed tentatively. Sue laughed out loud, her tummy jiggling against mine. 

"A little." She laughed again.

"OK. Go on. Tell me more, tell me more!" I struggled not to sound too excited.

"Well, then we tried the next option. We ran through my undressing bit and I sat on the couch. I drew Mike closer and undid his belt. I felt really naughty. Like I was really going to do it."

"And?" I butted in.

"Well, there was no hiding it. As I slipped his trousers down it was standing pretty proud. Just inches from my face!"

"Christ!"

"Yes, well, then he stepped out of his trousers and got on top of me again."

"And you could feel his cock . . . . against you?" My voice cracked with tension.

"Yes. It was pressing right on the spot. I must have opened my legs more that time." She said this a bit breathlessly and I felt her leg go between mine, her thigh pressing upward against my balls.

"And he kissed you again."

"Hmmm."

"Longer this time, or the same."

"Err, longer. . . . .much longer. . . . .and he slipped his tongue in my mouth."

"And you stopped him?" My cock was rock hard.

"Err, not exactly. It felt very naughty . . . . and nice."

"And he fucked you."

"No! . . . . . Not exactly."

"Not exactly?" My excitement was wild at this point. I thrust myself against her soft feminine tummy.

"Well he was sort of moving on me. You know . . . rubbing himself against me. Rather like you, now, really. Mmmmmm. That feels good, by the way. Your cock is hot and hard, Gary, I like that in a man!"

I moved on top of Sue and slipped my painfully hard cock into the soft wet passage of her pussy. Moments like this made me happy that I was never circumcised. I am certain that my cock head, freshly exposed by my retracting foreskin, is more sensitive than if it were made in the open full time.

"Ohhh, that's good!" she sighed.

"Go on. Then what happened?"

"He moved his hand up between us and I felt him take his cock out."

"Ohh. This is good." I groaned.

"I think he was going to put it in me, . . . but I stopped him."

"Stopped him? Oh, . . . good!"

"Yeh. I couldn't do that.. not without talking to you about it."

"Until? Not 'unless'? I asked, making a fine point. 

I felt Sue tilt her hips hard, gripping my cock tighter as she slid along its length producing excruciating pleasure.




Play Time



"So what happened then?"

"Well, nothing, exactly. He didn't try to put it in. He just lay there trying to compose himself, I guess. We both did. I could feel the heat of that vein on the underside of his cock through my panties. It was.. very.. sexy."

"Oh Jesus, Sue! Are you getting close? Don't move. I am nearly over the top. That is so hot."

"Nearly there. Let me catch up." She moved her hand down to her clit and began to tease herself with a tense firmness.

"So, did he come?" I couldn't resist asking that one more question, gasped in her ear.

There was a pause as her fingers performed their dance. 

"Yes. He came all over my tummy. Oh God. I'm there. . . .give it to me . . .give to me like he did . . . .ohhh yessss!"

"Oh God!" I groaned as I felt the warm wash of sperm flood around my cock bathing the two of us.

We lay silently fondling each other in the afterglow. Sue snuggled close and her naked body was wonderfully soft against mine. She moved high enough to whisper in my ear, her hand still covering my cock.

"I am so happy. So relieved that you are OK with this. I was afraid to tell you at first, about him cumming, I mean. Thank you, darling, for being understanding."

We lay in silence for a while and then I said, 

"So, are you satisfied with the scene now?"

"Not exactly," she sighed. "It is still too.. clumsy.. I guess." She paused in thought.

"Really?"

"Yes, I think Mike is still too tense and the movements are not natural."

"More rehearsals?."

Sue responded with a sleepy "Hmmm"

I was quietly thrilled by her intense determination to perfect the scene.

Chapter Three

"I have thought of a better solution for the scene, thanks to you, darling," Sue smilingly greeted me as she came in the door the following Wednesday.

"Thanks to me?" I said, puzzled. The thought of her holding another rehearsal in our lounge while I visualized the scene from our remote bedroom was thrilling.

"Remember when you and I played the scene after rehearsal two weeks ago?"

"Yessss.." The thoughts came tumbling back. My cock stirred just with the remembered excitement of pressing between her legs on our couch. I remembered the feel of her stockings under my hands as I rushed eagerly to meet her body.

"Well, in my mind, that is a lot more thrilling approach than what the director wants us to do. I think I'll suggest it tonight. What do you think?"

"Yes, I think you may just be right. It was certainly exciting when we played it!"

"Shall I tell him about that?" she giggled and my hand pinched her round soft bottom suggestively.

"If you think he needs that stimulus to get excited," I teased.

"It may take some more rehearsal.. sessions. Here, I mean.. privately?" Sue looked at me for reaction.

"Oh, sure, I.. think that is.. necessary."

"Oh, good, thank you for being so supportive, dear." She threw her arms around my neck with great excitement.

"How far will you go," I whispered questioningly.

"Only.. enough to polish the scene.. you know."

"Maybe.. maybe.. Mike needs.. even more realism.." I stammered.

Sue looked up into my eyes, questioningly. The questions in her mind, the desires she felt under the surface, seemed to resolve themselves in her expression.

"Sure?" She gasped. "Would it be.. All right if.. we went a bit further, then? To make it really more comfortable to do the scene? Less tense and clumsy?"

"Yes. I think.. you should do what works best." I could hardly breathe with the excitement of what I was suggesting.

".. Gary?"

"Yes.."

".. would, er, could you, perhaps, get pleasure too? From Mike and me going a bit more realistic? Is it possible that it is as exciting for you as for me?"

"It is!" I said quietly.

"Oh.. oh, my. That is so very sensuous." She paused a moment, her cheek against my chest. "Oh, my.." I could feel a shiver of excitement run through her body. "You mean it I let him go a little further, you would be excited and thinking about it? You would be hot thinking about what he might be doing to me?" She shuddered against me.

"Break a leg." I murmured into the soft, brown silkiness of her hair.

"Thank you," she laughed. "See you after rehearsal, then? Can you stay up if it's late?"

"You can count on it!" I laughed. "I'll want to hear all about the scene, too, so keep notes!"

Sue changed her clothes and I came into the room in time to see her carefully selecting the underwear she would wear. She quickly slammed the drawer closed in embarrassment, taking the bright fuchsia colored panties, bra and garter belt with her into the bathroom. I had the feeling she would have lingered still longer over the choice had I not barged in. The realization of her excitement turned me on. It would be a long night of waiting on pins and needles for her return.

This time I decided to simply stay upstairs, out of the way. I heard the door and then muffled conversation as they went into the lounge below.

"A drink?" I heard Sue's voice and then the clink of glasses.

I could not hear all their conversation, but I did hear nervous laughter occasionally. In the end, I couldn't stand to lie there wracked with unrequited excitement. My hand on my cock was feeling too good. I really wanted to wait for the pleasure of Sue's snug little pussy instead of my own hand. At length, I got up and crept down the hall to hear a little better.

For a moment I heard no sounds. I held my breath. And then, softly, the sound of Sue's voice.

"Hmmmm, yesss, that's lovely."

And then just as softly, Mike's deep voice. "Ohhh.. Careful! Yes!,, Yes.. oh, yessss."

Then silence.

I slipped quietly back to bed.

I heard them saying their goodbyes and then the sounds of a brief tidying up. Sue hurried up the stairs and into our room. She was carrying her dress and wearing only the fuchsia panties, bra, garter belt and stockings. She grinned happily at me and reached to unclasp the bra.

"Leave it!" I said, excitement throbbing through every nerve ending of my body.

She paused, then put her hands at her side and stood letting me enjoy the look of her body in sexy lingerie.

"You like?" she said, coquettishly.

"I like. Now, how was it?"

"Brilliant!" She said, "I think."

Sue rushed into my arms. Her stockings were sleek against my legs and her mound pressed firmly against my cock.

"Tell me about it!" I demanded eagerly. "You did it the way we did?"

"Yes!"

"You mean he put it in?" my excitement was obvious in my voice.

"Not quite" she said once again.

"Not quite?" I asked, slightly disappointed.

"No, I told him we couldn't do that. I wasn't all that sure."

"And?" I tried to avoid sounding disappointed. I could see in her eyes that she knew I was slightly downcast, though.

"He put his hands on my breasts, just like you did." Her body was sinuously rubbing against mine. "His hands are nice and gentle, like yours."

"He touched your nipples, then?"

"Oh, god yes! It was exciting. You know, a stranger ..?"

"And he kissed you?"

"Oh, god, yes, he kissed me. And I kissed him back this time."

"Your tongues.. touched?"

For answer, Sue slipped her tongue into my mouth. She probed deeply and fenced with my own tongue, rolled around deep inside and then nibbled on my lips.

"Like that! Mike is a good kisser, darling. A really good kisser. Oh my god, Gary, I thought he would swallow my tongue when he sucked it into his mouth."

I responded by sucking on her tongue. I could feel my bursting cock against her panties. I stopped suddenly, a question hanging in the air.

"Oh, sorry, I meant to take them off, really. Shall I?"

"No, no, it's OK." I found it even more thrilling to feel the broad ring of wetness where his cum had spread on her panties.

"I'm a little embarrassed.. at you feeling it.. take them off.. "

"No, darling. It's kind of sexy.. isn't it?"

"Well, yes, I suppose it is. But it is wet.. and it's Mike's.. you know.."

"Yes, how did it happen? Tell me," I urged.

"When he moved closer, his cock was jutting out hugely toward me. I looked down and just at that moment, it came through the opening in his shorts!" she pressed hard against me.

"Go on! More, Sue." My cock was rubbing urgently against the wet spot on the soiled panties.

Sue took a deep breath and moaned her pleasure as I slipped a finger past her panties and spread very wet pussy lips.

"I looked down. It looked.. red, bright red. And big, very big. Very threatening, like." Her mound thrust against my hand and I cupped it with my fingers slipping between widely parted legs.

"Yes," I said, once again breathless with pleasure.

"I slipped my hand around his cock!" she shuddered. Sue squirmed her pussy against my exploring hand. The cool wet spot was under my hand and Mike was in my mind. I imagined his excitement as he spurted this wide circle onto my wife's panties.

"It looks so different; he's circumcised, so the head is.. well, all.. out there! It is so thrilling to see it there all ready and hard, I could practically see Mike's excitement at touching my body."

"So you held it?"

"Oh, yes. I felt naughty and sexy and excited. I squeezed it and felt the head. It was hot and the bulging head was smooth like velvet. I could imagine it struggling to get in my tight pussy."

"But you didn't?"

"No. I wasn't really sure how you'd feel. So I didn't."

"You wanted to, though?" My heavy breathing was restricting the way the words came out.

Sue thought for a few seconds, thrusting her pelvis against my hand and moaning.

"Oh, god, Gary, I wanted his cock at that moment. I wanted it to violate me, to spread my pussy lips, to feel it fill me up, split me apart. It looked that exciting!"

"And."

"Well, I let Mike fuck my hand instead. It wasn't fair to leave him hanging, I would have thought."

"And was it big, Sue?"

She gulped slightly before answering. "Yes, it's big, Gary. My fingers don't quite close around it." She held her hand, showing me the gap where she had been unable to circle Mike's cock.

"Was that fun? Did you like it?"

"YES! She screamed in my ear. "YES! It was hard, so hard! And it felt hot in my hand. I was in control of this big cock! I loved the feel of a stranger's cock in my hand, big and strange. I felt his knob. I felt the deep groove behind it. I felt the long shaft of his cock slip through the tunnel of my hand. My hand was like my pussy as Mike shoved it in and out. It was.. ohhhhhh." 

My fingers were inside her now exploring the folds of her cunt. I continued finger fucking her while my thumb thrilled her clitoris in it's wet haven. She continued thrusting and my hand and fingers continued eagerly probing her wet pussy, her tight vagina.

"And I held his balls, big and dangling like huge apricots between his legs. And he is hairy, very bushy and curly. I like hairy men, I think. Every thing I touched made him seem full of excitement. It was thrilling to have that effect on him. Can you understand how hot that is, Gary?"

"And he came then?"

"YES!YES!YES!" she said wildly. Her orgasm was close.

Sue's hand was jacking my cock. The feel of her fingers sliding over the corona and then down the shaft thrilled me. My fingers, wedged in her vagina, made similar movements as we brought each other ever closer to climax.

"YES, Gary, yes! He came like you are going to. I did this and he kept thrusting that huge monster cock into my hand." Her voice was coming in gasps now, in time with our hands.

I felt the tension slam into my balls as Sue sped up the hand job she was giving me.

"LIKE .. THIS, LIKE .. THIS, LIKE .. THIS!" her words punctuated the stoking of my cock.

My sperm shot up through the long tube of my cock. Splash after splash went into her hand and onto the already wet panties between our bodies.

"Oh, god!" she screamed hotly into my ear, her orgasm making her body a single tense muscle against my fingers fucking desperately into her pussy.

We slumped warmly together and when our breathing had returned to normal, we talked quietly about the play.

"So you think you have the scene down smoothly now, do you?" I asked.

Sue thoughtfully stared up at the ceiling for a time.

"Well, not exactly. Not quite perfect, yet." She murmured enigmatically.

Chapter 4

Sue's comment: "Well, not exactly. Not quite perfect, yet," had left the subject open as to if and when there would be another rehearsal of the scene. I waited eagerly for the next adventure.

The final rehearsal was set for Wednesday night once again. 

"We are still not decided on the love scene, I'm afraid." Sue looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Between the one Dan wants, you know, with Mike stepping out of his trouser, and the one you and I like, with me unzipping him."

"Oh? And so? Now what?"

"Well, if it's alright with you.. one more rehearsal? Here, in our lounge?"

I stifled my eagerness, pretending indifference. I had found this entire process delightfully erotic and our sex had not been better in years. 

"To be honest, dear, I think we have both enjoyed this process.. If Mike got a little pleasure, too.. well, where's the harm? If that's OK with you, that we feel that way.. both of us, I mean." I was hoping to encourage her.

She smiled at me and reached for a kiss.

"I so hoped you were feeling that way.. too! It is awfully exciting, isn't it? And the play is really benefiting, I think."

And so, once again, I ensconced myself in our bedroom waiting expectantly for my lovely wife to bound up the stairs into my arms. I wss hoping she would be just as sexually excited and urgently wanting me as the last time. She had grown more wanton with each rehearsal. 

Once again I listened in vain to hear their talk. At last I heard Mike saying goodnight, the door opening but not closing. Curious, I got out of bed and went to the window in the dark. I saw them talking alongside his car, a little bit of laughter hanging quiet on the night air. He seemed to reach to shake hands, but then their hands stayed together. Finally he pulled her closer and their lips met in a kiss. I felt the stab of jealousy, and yet found my cock leaping with excitement at the same moment. The conflicting emotions battled while I stood transfixed watching them standing close, barely touching, except for their lips, then part with chimed "good nights." It was a sensual scene. I stood at the window, watching his car lights disappear into the night.

As I turned, Sue came into the room and rushed into my arms. 

"Oh, Gary!"

"Yes, darling?"

"Oh! It was so nice. Thank you."

"For what?"

"Everything."

"Tell me about it!"

"We tried the old way."

"Yes.."

"You know, Mike taking off his pants and then approaching me?" 

I felt her shiver against me. I began taking her clothes off. I found her nude under the thin dress. It was thrilling to feel her breasts free and her bottom completely unfettered. The realization of what must have happened shot through my mind. I didn't know how I would handle it now that it was upon me. But, once again, the thought of her in the hands of another man just before I had her, was overwhelming. I kissed her neck, burying my face against her, sucking her skin into a lover's mark.

"What happened? Your underwear?" I questioned, the words sticking in my throat.

"Mike wanted a souvenir, Gary. Was that OK? I gave him my panties and my bra. He stuffed them in his pocket. Said he would fondle them on the way home thinking about me." She spoke in a slightly dazed manner. 

"OK, it's OK, baby. You wanted him to have them? To have your panties, darling. You wanted him to sleep with the scent of you against his nose tonight?"

"YESS! Yes, I did. That's exactly what I wanted. Do you think he will?"

I laughed at her naiveté. "Yes, darling, I think he will, indeed."

"Oh, my god that is exciting." She said.

"I still don't know what happened." I lifted her and put her on the bed and then slipped under the covers with her. Her lithe body snuggled sinuously along mine. Something was different this time, though. She was more relaxed, more languid.

"Did Mike fuck you darling?" I asked softly.

"No. I couldn't let him put his cock in me. But, he did make me cum. I feel so completely relaxed, I can't describe it. I'm sorry Gary, I hope you aren't too disappointed. You can still fuck me though. I just probably won't cum again. It was so exciting, I can hardly tell you."

She took a breath. I could feel her heart thumping in her chest.

"But you must. You must tell me!" I whispered hoarsely into her ear.

She warmed to the idea.

"Well, you remember, the first time, I noticed that his cock was jutting against his shorts just inches from my face?" she spoke in a conspiratorial whisper. 

"Yes. And it happened again?"

Sue nodded against my chest.

"This time he was wearing boxer shorts."

"And? Ah, it slipped out, then, did it?"

Again she nodded. "Just that big bright red head!"

"And?" Now it was my turn to be slightly breathless in the dark of our room.

Instead of answering, she tilted her head up to me. Her lips found mine. I opened my mouth to let her tongue enter, wet, warm, and seductive. She toyed with my tongue slowly, letting me suckle on her tongue. She just held it there for me to suck. Suddenly I knew. The unmistakable taste of a man rushed through the veil of my thoughts. I tasted and savored the flavor combined with her own familiar flavor. Sue moved her head around and around, letting me suck on her tongue while her lips moved against mine and her hand slipped into my shorts. Our lips were pressed close for minutes, while she let me grasp the meaning.

"I taste.. "

"Yes, you taste.. him! Say it to me."

I kissed her again and her hand slowly stroked my cock, while she waited for my reaction.

"Sue, I taste his cum in your mouth. You let another man cum in your mouth! Tell me more!" I urged.

"Well when his cock came out of his shorts." She took a breath.

"I just looked at it." 

"Looked at it bobbing there, inches before my lips."

"I remember licking my lips and thinking that what a strange reaction that was." 

"The head was glistening red." 

"I remember that. Deep red! Blood red!" 

"It glistened so invitingly that I just put my tongue out and touched the very tip of Mikes big cock, Gary. I hope that was OK?" Sue was breathless after her measured telling of this part of the tale.

I nodded slowly. "And?"

"Well his hand pinched my nipple, and I sucked the head slip into my open mouth. I could feel how velvety smooth it was against my lips and then even more velvety in my mouth. It was wonderfully erotic. I think it was the fact that it was a stranger's cock, Gary, but it tasted wonderful. I knew my panties were getting drenching wet too."

"Yes, I understand that," I said ruefully, my fingers toying with her wet pussy.

"And then Mike put his hand on my head. He caressed my hair with his fingers and then pressed my head closer. Closer. And it went deep into my mouth. So I rolled my tongue around it, bathing it and then began sucking. And fucking it with my mouth."

"And you liked it?"

"Oh, god yes, I was so excited, I can't tell you." She kissed me again. Her hand felt lovely stroking my cock as she related her tale.

"And did you feel his balls?"

Her body shuddered against me.

"How did you know? Yes, I reached up and held his balls just as his hand was holding my breast. He was cupping my breast so gently and fondling my nipple with just the right pressure. It sent lightning flashes right to my pussy. His balls are big too. Big and round and full of cum. They felt heavy in my hand. I loved fondling them."

She took my balls in her hand and let my cock lie long and lean against her wrist. Our pulses were thumping together in excitement.




Play Time



"Yours are lovely too, Gary. And then he pressed me forward and I began letting him fuck into my mouth. I loved the feel of that big thing stroking past my lips. He got more and more excited and I felt it touch way back to my throat. I gagged a little, and he let go of me. I just had his cock head in my mouth then, like a big round lollipop."

"How did he taste?"

"Gary, you just tasted him." She said quietly. "Let me ask you how he tasted."

We were both silent with the poignant question hanging in the air in our erotic aura. I knew I would have to answer.

"Well, even I thought it tasted nice, at least mixed with your taste it did! A slightly bitter taste, like gin and bitters."

"YES! That's good, I like that description," she said thoughtfully. 

"And then, dear, I held onto his balls and took him deeper into my mouth. The big bulge of his cock head touched the opening to my throat, and suddenly, I wanted to try pressing him into that narrow opening. I've never done that before. But the excitement of having Mike's cock in my mouth filled me with a desire for him to violate me. I relaxed as much as possible, trying not to gag." Her voice was cramped and excited. My cock flexed with the excitement.

"And then it became easy. His cock slipped into that narrow opening and felt it, felt how snug that was on his cock head. I looked up at him, and his eyes were wide open in sheer pleasure, looking into mine." 

"Ohmigod, Sue, that sounds so hot!" I didn't know what else to say.

"And then, I felt Mike's balls tense up. I saw in his eyes that he was near cumming. He tried to back away, but I held him fast. His first spurt of sperm went hotly down my throat. I gagged a little and pulled the head from my throat. But I kept it in my mouth and his next spurt filled my mouth. I swallowed and then yet another spurt filled me. I watched him close his eyes in pleasure and then open them to look down at me with this little-boy look of gratitude. It was so cute."

"Wow, Sue, this is turning me on soooo much."

She let me taste her lips again.

"Then what happened?" I asked, aware that we hadn't come to her own orgasm.

"Mike sank to his knees. He looked so cute and worn out! I let him kiss my nipple and his hands touched my panties. I stopped his hand there, against my mound. He waited awhile, kissing my nipples and then he raised his head and we were kissing, suddenly kissing hard."

"You opened your mouth this time?"

"Yes, Mike slipped inside my mouth and we played with each others tongues. You know how exciting that can be. Mike's hands were on my breasts, each one stroking a nipple. It was exciting to have a stranger's hands on them."

"And then, did you let him.."

"No, dear Garry, no, I didn't fuck Mike. But, his hand was on my panties again, here in front." Her hand moved mine to fondle her mound. "I just let him play with me through my panties. But his fingers found their way around my gusset. It was so exciting to feel his finger slipping along my wet pussy."

"Oh, my god, Sue, tell me more."

"Gary," she said, her lips finding my ear. He slipped a finger into me." My cock jerked in her hand. "His finger is thick, too, just like his cock. I sat there with him between my legs, his finger doing lovely things in my wet tunnel. We nuzzled and kissed each other. It was so silent in the room. Just our breathing, and little squishy sounds coming from between my legs."

"Mike sat on the floor. He was just right for kissing me breasts. I let him have my nipples. It felt like I was nursing, the tendrils of nerves pulling and sending wonderful shooting lightning down to my pussy. He kept sucking. He sucked hard and then switched to the other. I was on the edge, the very edge, darling. But he kept my nipple in his mouth and his finger sliding in and out of me, and.."

She paused and gulped.

"And? Go on darling!"

"Oh, it was glorious. Everything was tingling, my nipples, my clitoris, my tummy, everything at once. His finger did wonderful things inside, I can't explain it. Then suddenly, with mike sucking hard on my nipple and me pressing his head against my tits, I came on his finger. I came again and again, and Mike just kept sucking, letting me down slowly, slowly. He kept fondling my pussy and suckling my breast until I felt all smooth and all over."

I rolled my beautiful wife onto her tummy and rushed into her from behind. My cock was bloated and rigid with passion. I felt her bottom soft against me, soft and wriggling to get ready for my aggressive attack. Sue's fingers guided my cock into her wet haven. And I thrust deep on the first stroke. 

My hands held her breasts and her bottom reared up against me.

"Gently darling, they're a bit tender." she reminded me, and then urged me into her with a moan. "That's it darling, give it to mommy. Fill me up with you cum now my sweet!" 

Even though her orgasm was past, she urged me to fuck into her hard and fast. "That's it darling, that's it. It feels so.. so.. good!"

I could hardly wait for tomorrow to ask if the scene was now perfected or would require one more session.

Chapter 5

Sue's nervousness before the performance had been un-called for. But perhaps being nervous heightens the performance and heightens the performance. Either way, the production had been a big success in our little community and the love scene, which had taken so much careful preparation, was the epiphany that had been hoped for.

Watching the love scene in each of the four performances, I never tired of the excitement of watching my wife's breasts unveiled before the 400 stunned patrons who sat in rapt attention. The scene built and built to its climactic and suggestive blackout. But in my minds eyes, it continued into the blackout with scenes that had been played out only in private rehearsal sessions in our lounge. I had only heard Sue's careful descriptions, but my mind repeated them over and over in lovely detail.

Sue was beautiful standing there, breasts bare, nipples perky, taking command of the scene. Mike had become comfortable and relaxed. Perhaps it was the practice sessions that made him an equal to my wife on the stage. I think it must have been the case, because he had been transformed. 

The curtain rose for one last bow by the magic couple in the play. Mike and Sue held hands and bowed deeply. Their smiles were broad, toothsome and brilliant. The audience would not let them go. Finally the curtain came down for the last time and the house lights came up to leave a happy audience filing out into the night. What more could one want?

Well, for one thing, a cast party. I suppose that I could have tagged along to the party, but decided against it. There is nothing worse than hanging around a party as an outsider to the event being celebrated.

Backstage, the cast were in high spirits; noisy, friendly and strangely intimate. I leaned close to Sue's ear and congratulated her on a smashing success. I fondled her narrow waist and then down over the curve of her hip.

"Darling, I think I'll give the party a miss. OK?"

"Oh, well, I don't need to go either, really" she said. 

"Of course you must. I insist!" I don't want to be a fifth wheel, that's all. You will all want to recount tales of the success. Enjoy it! You all deserve to have this time to celebrate together." 

"Are you quite sure?"

"Yes. My only contribution is to suggest that you wear the clothes to the party that you made famous in the play!" My fingers squeezed her waist playfully.

Sue giggled with the pleasure of her remembered triumph.

"OK, if you're quite sure, Gary. I really am looking forward to the party. I'm sure I can get a ride home with someone. Or will you pick me up?"

"I've already arranged that, too."

"Really?"

"Yes, I had a word with Mike. He has volunteered to see you safely home after the party and to keep the wolves away during the party as well." I grinned a bit mischievously. 

Her face reddened slightly. "Oh, that's.. nice.. of him, I mean." She gave me a peck on the cheek and leaned against me.

"You'll be up when I get home? I shouldn't be terribly late. But, you never know how these things will go. Shall I wake you?"

"You had better! I want to hear all about it!"

She looked quizzically into my eyes. Then she made a little face and let it slide into a crooked little smile.

"I'll wake you, then!" she nudged me in the ribs as a parting gesture and I was off out the stage door.

I stopped for a drink or two at my local pub and received the resounding compliments for Sue's performance. The good-natured ribbing from the lads about the star's whereabouts bothered me not at all. Little did they know the role I had played in setting it up.

At home, I caught the late news on the telly and then found my way upstairs to bed. Of course sleep was out of the question. I tossed and turned, my mind wondering what she was doing, what they were doing together. I assumed she would turn up by midnight. Midnight came and went with no sign of them.

In spite of myself, I could wait no longer. My curiosity got me up out of bed and I dressed hurriedly, fumbling at buttons. I wasn't quite sure what I was going to do, but I was soon in the car. I drove to the big old house on the edge of town where the party was to be held. 

I was stunned to find almost no lights left on and literally no cars left to be seen. My heart sank momentarily for reasons that weren't quite clear to me.

Had I passed them on the way? I hurried back toward home, not sure how I would explain my absence, but confident of thinking of something. Then I slowed and thought of another possibility. I recalled that Mike lived nearby and, on a whim, I drove slowly past his house. His car was in the drive. I turned off the lights and quietly parked the car across the street. 

With pounding heart, I probed the quiet house with wide eyes. The combined jealousy and sexual arousal had me hard in seconds. There was a light in an upstairs window and downstairs there seemed to be a light in the back part of the house. Apart from that, there were no signs of life. I sat there in the dark, my mind racing with thoughts of.. of what? Every imaginable scenario played before my eyes. Being a peeping tom occurred to me. I thought of ways to gain a way of watching them. All that was crazy thought, I knew. 

Instead, I turned off the engine and peered at the silent house. At length, I reluctantly started the car and moved off down the street, leaving the lights off until I reached the corner. I was now well and truly on edge. There was nothing to be done but wait.

Back in my bed, I lay staring at the ceiling. I looked at the clock to find only minutes had gone by. Sometime after 2AM, I must have fallen into a fitful sleep. For, at exactly 2:30, I was awakened by Sue slipping as quietly as possible into bed beside me. I could smell a hint of perfume, the rich scent of a woman and more than a hint of wine.

I lay quietly.

Sue was quiet too. I sensed that she was staring in the dark toward the ceiling. At last, she put her hand on my hip, her usual way of waking me gently. I rounded out of my pretended sleep and turned toward her. She slipped closer, her leg slipping between mine and the clip on her stocking touching the end of my cock.

"How was the party?" I began.

"Oh, it was really fun, dear, thanks for being so patient. I love you, you know that?"

"Yes, I know. Tell me about the party." I waited.

"Oh, you know how those are. You were right, we re-lived the whole thing all over again. They even made us do the love scene one more time; for the whole crew, with lights on."

"And you did?" I was aroused already and the story had not yet begun.

"I can feel your interest already. You horny bugger." She took my cock and wiggled it back and forth.

"And? Did Mike's cock slip out of his boxers this time too?"

"Oh, god no, thank goodness! Y-fronts, all tucked away." She said. 

"Bulging though!" she laughed loudly at this.

I managed a grin.

"Well, at least it didn't pop out the FIRST time!" she said slyly.

"Aha, the plot thickens?" I muttered.

"Well, darling, I do have to explain about tonight."

"Really, I'm all ears, darling." I leaned on my elbow attentively.

"Yes. The thing is, that the party actually ended some time ago. I should have been home much earlier." Her fingers toyed with the hair on my chest as she thought how to continue.

"Mmmm." I said.

"Yes. I hope you are really going to be alright with this decision I made."

"Decision? What decision?"

"No, no nothing monumental, just a little decision I made. Maybe I shouldn't have. That's all. I love you, darling."

I put my hand on her breast, fondled the nipple gently through the lace. 

"I know, dear, I know. And I adore you, as well."

"Good. That's good. That's really good! Because on the way home.. well, on the way home, Mike asked if I wouldn't like one more nightcap. And I decided that it could do no harm."

"Yes, tell me more." I encouraged her, my hand slowly strumming against her breast with the backs of my fingers. I could feel her nipples hard and erect through the bra.

"Well, the pubs were closed of course, and so he proposed that we go to his place. It's very nice, and quite near us. She snuggled closer, pressing her thigh against my balls. We were in his lounge having a drink and winding down. He is quite a charmer, you know. Really very nice."

"Sue, you're going to tell me that you fucked him, aren't you. If so, perhaps we should just get that out of the way?"

"Not exactly. I mean that's not exactly all that happened."

Now I was completely taken aback.

"Let me tell you in my way. Mike proposed, slightly drunk as he was, that we do the scene again, privately, right there. I thought it was silly and said so. But in the end, as he had been so nice all through the weeks of rehearsals, I decided it would in fact be fun. I thought it would be appropriate to perform it once for ourselves after working so hard to get it just right on the stage. Can you understand that?"

"Yes, I can understand that." Her hand stroked my cock soothingly.

"Good." She kissed my lips, letting her tongue peek in just a little, then continued. "Well, it began all right. We were doing the version that you invented, you remember? I know you do." She giggled, slightly drunkenly.

"Yes, of course." 

Sue pulled the cover over both our heads. We were encapsulated in the dark warmth; intimate and alone together. It was a very pleasant feeling.

"And so, Gary dear, we began the scene. His hand was gentle on my breast after I removed my bra and I unzipped him as he held both my breasts just like this." She moved my hands to cup her lovely breasts. With his pants unzipped, I slipped my hand into his pants. He fell to his knees at my feet immediately. It was exciting. He was so eager, I could hardly believe it. His hands went to my knees and then I let him part my legs and knee-walk between my legs." 

She shuddered in my arms. Her breath was warm against my bare chest.

"Yes, go on. Please!"

"I let him spread my legs farther and he pressed his lips against my panties. Very gently, he kissed me there, again and again I felt his lips touch me. He stopped with his lips there and I felt his warm breath against my pussy through my panties. It was.. well, lovely. I could feel Mike trembling, actually trembling. Then his hands slipped along my legs just as yours did and he began pulling my panties down. He kept kissing me through my panties and sliding them down over my hips. It is one of the most erotic things anyone has ever done. He took his lips away just long enough to take them off my legs, then his tongue found my clit. He was very excited. I could feel it."

Sue kissed me a long minute, her hands roaming over my back, her pussy now against my cock. I could feel the curly patch and realized she had lost her panties sometimes during the night.

"Go on," I urged.

"Mike was so excited he was trembling. And suddenly, he simply lunged at me. And, I let him put it in, dear. I hope you can forgive me that."

"Yes. But Sue, I already said we should just say that you let him fuck you and get past that. You said that wasn't right. I don't understand."

"Well, you were not quite right. I wanted to be completely honest." She began kissing me again. Little kisses on my lips, my neck, my ears, my chest. It thrilled me that she was so excited.

"Not QUITE right?" Our breath warmed the little space under the duvet. Our hands were fondling each other and we snuggled together, touching, feeling, making love. It was delicious.

"Three times."

"What?" I said, consternation and bewilderment obvious in my voice.

"Three times, dear, I let him fuck me three times, tonight. But I can explain, she hurried on."

"Uh.. go on." I said, not knowing what else to say. I admit there was a little lump in my throat.

Her hand was on my cock once again. 

"As I said, dear, Mike was so cute and so excited that when he got on top of me, I guided his cock. I felt that big head press my pussy lips apart and so I moved it up and down a couple of times to enjoy the feel. Then I just guided him and as it started to slip into me.. well, he gushed all over me. He was so excited that he didn't even get all the way in!"

Her story had me hard and excited; I tried to roll on top of her.

"Wait. You haven't heard everything. I want you to know everything." 

More kisses, more fondling. She felt wonderfully soft and womanly against my body. I wanted her more at that moment than ever before in our marriage. I slipped the cover off our heads so I could cool down a little. I was afraid of exploding.

"Yes, Sue, yes, go on, then."

"He lay on top of me, his cum everywhere between our bodies. He lay there, completely spent."

"I'm so sorry. Sue, I'm so sorry." He kept saying between kisses on my neck and breasts.

"Shhhhh!" I said. "It's all right." I kept saying. 

His hands were on my breasts, soothing them. We lay there together, but of course, I was still quite excited; hot, you know? So, in a few minutes, I began working him up again. Is that the right word? I don't know."

"You mean?"

"Yes, you know, it began so naturally; my hand covered his cock as we lay there side by side. Soon I felt him responding, ever so slightly. His cock was sticky from his spunk and so was my hand. Slowly, I stroked him, and it began to get bigger once again. What a feeling, to have my hand on a strange thick cock. I mean, the cock of a stranger, not that it was strange. And it was getting bigger and bigger as we nuzzled each other. His lips found my nipples again, and that made me feel, just lovely. 


His mouth was wet and when he switched from one nipple to the other, the first one would get chilled in the cool air. It felt so very nice that I was climbing higher and higher. His cock had raised enough that I could hold it in my hand. It continued to grow as he sucked my nipples.

'Mike wanted to kiss me down there again and turned himself around so that his cock was right there in front of me once again. He kissed the hair on my mound, nuzzling there for a little, and then pressed his head deep between my legs, licking me as he went, and squeezing my buns. 

'I touched his cock and began kissing the head. I ran the tip of my tongue along the split in the end of it, and kissed along its length. I could smell him and also my own scent clinging to him. That can be very exciting, you know."

"Is this bothering you. I hope it is all right with you," She said.

"Yes, I am going to need you soon, though." I muttered threateningly.

"And after a time, I got very, very excited from his tongue doing that. It was terribly exciting. Terribly nice and wonderfully gentle. I rolled Mike onto his back and straddled him. First I sat back so that he had to reach for me to lick my clitoris, and, Gary, I watched as he did it. I watched him crane his neck to press his tongue into my slit, it was very exciting. This virtual stranger between my legs, his tongue wet with my.. well you know. By then I was so hot, that I straddled his hips and let him fondle my breasts while I guided his cock carefully into my pussy. He was firm and erect again."




Play Time



Taking one last look around the room she smiles and nods to herself, knowing that all is put away as He would wish and expect.

Making her way down the hall she steps into their bedroom removing her clothing slowly as per explicit instructions. Smiling at the thought of when they first moved into this place, His words that she should never enter the bedroom clothed, and the small table he put next to the opening into the room.

Folding her clothes neatly she lay them down and steps into the room, her eyes taking in the neatly made bed, and moving a pillow just a touch. Glancing at the clock she moves quicker, her steps still as graceful as always but with time running out she knew she must be ready in time for His arrival.

Taking the necklace from around her neck she places the key on it into the lock opening up the trunk that is sitting at the end of the bed. Taking out her collar she kisses it, smiling at the remembered times, then placing it aside she leaves the trunk open and waiting for his desires this evening.

Glancing one last time at the clock she moves to her corner of the room taking her collar with her and kneels down, head lowered and eyes down. Her legs spread apart just as he had trained her to do during their time together, then she places her palms upon her thighs. Her hair flowed around her face and upper body covering her breasts, it never bothered him and he would just push it aside, preferring to have it down to grab and wrap his fingers into.

Quietly he opened the front door laying his briefcase aside and slipping off his work shoes. Hearing the silence in the house he tossed his jacket over the back of the couch, laying a single rose upon it and loosening his tie. Without hesitation he moved to their bedroom, eyes flicking at the pile of clothes just in the door way bringing a smile to his face at how well she pleases him.

Glancing about the room for a moment taking in the open trunk and cleaned room he finally turns to her corner, a smile playing across his lips as he sees his most prized possession waiting for him. Moving over to stand in front of her, he stays there for a moment, admiring her body and her submissiveness to him.

Reaching out with a hand he pushes some hair back and places a finger under her chin tilting her face up to his own.

"Up on your knees lil one and hand me your collar"

Quickly she grabs her collar handing it out to Him as she rises up on her knees as he slips it around her neck and hearing the lock click shut, the sound causing a tremble to course through her. Her life was in his hands and she loved it.

Kneeling back on her heels at the motion of his hand she watched him move across the room, almost a predator like grace in his body. His walking had always fascinated her, and she loved nothing better then to watch him move around the room, likening him to a panther in her own mind. 

Glancing back at her he smiles then turns back to the toy box taking out his favorite set of wrist cuffs, running a finger over the soft black leather, double checking the fastenings on them. Taking out the ankle cuffs next he does the same wanting to make sure they will hold and not injure her during their fun, then laying them aside he pulls out her favorite blindfold and a gag just in case. Finally with a grin he takes out his favorite toy, a long leather paddle, with small stars cut into it that when spanked with makes her ass and thighs look as pretty as a flag.

Standing back up from the crouch he had been in he takes the toys to the nightstand, laying them out neatly then crooking a finger at her.

Smiling at him she moves to a crawl, making her way slowly across the softly carpeted floor, her body shifting fluidly after many months of practice to get it just right. Hips swaying back and forth letting her butt flow with, knowing his eyes were upon her as she did so. Dropping the front half of her body just slightly to appear as if she were stalking him, she hears his chuckle of approval as she reached his side. She feels his hand caress her face as he urged her up onto the bed with that slight touch. 

"On your tummy spread eagle lil one" Watching her flip over and assume the position he wished he smiled and looked at her for a moment, running his hand down her back and over the swell of her ass, pausing to take in what he owned and forged, a submissive, His submissive. Grabbing the cuffs on the nightstand he quickly and expertly attached them to her ankles and wrists while she lay there willing and excited.

Reaching around the bedposts, glad once more that they had gotten a 4-poster bed he takes the chains left there for such a time and attaches the top two to her wrist restraints leaving the bottom two for later.

"Get up on your knees, and I don't want to hear a word out of you"

Grabbing the paddle he runs it over his hand for a moment, watching as she moves to her knees spreading her legs slightly letting him get a view of her sex between them. Moving in closer he pulls the paddle back, bringing it forward with just a small bit of force and hearing it crack against her skin, the first one always so solid sounding.

Whimpering and closing her eyes tightly she tugged at the chains holding her from moving away from him. Her mouth shutting tightly as she feels the first smack land on her ass causing her to flinch a bit as the first one always does.

"Smack, smack, smack" The blows start to land harder as she bites her lower lip and fights not to try and move from them. The heat rising from her ass was intense and after another blow her lips parted in a loud whimper of pain, gasping at her blunder and dropping her head as she feels the next one come hard, his anger kept in check but letting her feel his disapproval, Twisting her body she moves unable to stop herself as they land harder upon her skin, ass and thighs burning in pain the whimpers unable to cease as if that first one opened the gates.

Pausing for a moment and catching his breath he looks down at her, red ass up in the air waiving around almost as if trying to cool off, the stars showing up as duller red spots. Reaching out he takes the gag, just a simple piece of clothe and places it between her lips tying it behind her head.

"If you cannot keep quiet then the gag will have to do it for you" 

Disapproval leaking from his voice he picks up the paddle again and sets in to spanking her, the amount forgotten as he watches her ass dance in front of him. Her thighs become redder as he finally stops and throws it on the bed, reaching out with both hands and rubbing them softly over the hot welted skin. The stars from the paddle showing up brighter now against the deep red with welts forming here and there from some of the more severe smacks he had landed.

Her whimpers were still coming from behind the gag but almost silent now. He moved to the head of the bed, pulling back on her hair lightly and tipping her face up to him. The tear streaks running down her chin make him smile as he caresses her face softly feeling her rub her cheek against his palm.

"Turn over" 

Stepping out of the room for the moment, knowing she was safe from harm he moves to grab the flower in the front room he had left on his coat. Taking the deep red rose he walks back to the bedroom watching as she struggles to lie on her back, the welts digging into the bedspread causing her to thrash back and forth as she tries to get some relief from the pain. Her arms crossed above her head making the chains even that much more unforgiving. Laying the rose on the bed he reaches down and cuffs her ankles to the chains at the bottom of the bed then taking the rose up again he moves to sit next to her.

"I will punish you later lil one, for that transgression, but for now just try and relax" Chuckling softly he reaches out closing his hand around the blindfold then placing it on her head making sure it was secure.

Lifting the rose to his face he inhales deeply then places it upon her breasts laying it there for a moment admiring the color against the whiteness of her skin. Picking it up by the stem he drags it across her breasts, back and forth slowly tracing her nipples with the soft petals watching them harden as she gasps behind the gag her body arching towards it.

One hand slides down her belly, fluttering lightly over her skin then down to between her legs parting the soft folds there. His fingers encounter her wetness and heat, almost dripping with desire that the paddling had caused and the rose is continuing. Laying it again on her breasts he takes it by the petals now, dragging the rest across her skin, watching her jump as the thorns drag across her skin pricking at her. As he does he slowly presses a finger into her feeling it enveloped by her tightness, the tiny convulsions shuddering through her grips his finger trying to tug it in further.

Pressing down harder against her skin he almost moans as he watches her skin redden in a line from the touch of the thorn. Her moans loud behind the gag as she tries to escape the pain it causes. Letting up for a moment he moves back to holding the stem and dragging the rose petals across while he moves his finger in her, making her hotter and needy, her hips trying to lift for more.

The time is lost as he plays with his submissive, his cock hard and aching as he slips another finger into her, the rose moving across her face dragging over her lips and cheeks, across the blindfold only to be switched to the thorns when she least expects it. His finger within her are a distraction from the pain he is causing, it makes her moan in desire turning him on more then ever. Pulling his wet fingers out he drags them up ever so softly touching her clit, not allowing her what she needs but to make it that much worse. Her body shudders from it all. Dropping the rose he pulls back from her quickly, stripping his clothes off and tossing them to the floor.

Climbing on the bed he removes her gag and leans in kissing her hard and deep, his hands entwined in her hair tugging her face to him as he tries to devour her kissing her so hard it bruises them. His body rubs against her own, his cock slipping between her thighs teasing her as he moves his hips while kissing her. Dragging himself away from her kissable lips he straddles her chest cupping her ample breasts as he presses his hard cock between them.

Moving his hips slowly he slips his cock between, watching it move between them then peek out the other end. Her small tongue flicks out trying to capture a taste of him when he presses his cock forward. Pulling back with a moan he shoves forward again hitting her lips with the head watching them part as she sucks softly at the tip. Groaning with pleasure his hips speed up a bit moving in that pillowy softness while his fingers flick lightly over her nipples keeping them hard and aching.

With a long moan of pleasure he pulls out and away, moving a bit higher up her chest and taking his cock in hand he rubs it over her lips, watching as pre-cum sticks to them making them glisten. Smacking her lightly on her cheeks with it he then drags his cock over her face teasing them both. 

Finally he can't hold the desire back anymore leaning in he presses his cock against her lips and feels her mouth opening and as he pushes in. She moans around it, her tongue flicking across the tip feeling the pre-cum there and licking it up. As he presses more in she uses her tongue to pleasure him, caressing every vein upon it then around the head flicking here and there driving him nuts as she knows so well. His movements speed up plunging it in and out of her while she does her best to lock her lips around his cock and suckle at Him. Her own desires going unchecked as she shudders with need as well. 

Moments pass quickly as his breath speeds up her tongue darting across the base of his cock as it moves deeper down her throat causing her to open to him allowing him inside. She feels the head of his cock squeezed in there and swallows around him making it even tighter. Finally she hears him cry out and feels her mouth and throat fill with his cum, splashing around as he moves in and out a few more times watching as it slides around her lips.

Pulling out he lays down next to her, watching her small pink tongue flick from between her lips to lick up the remains of his cum. His fingers idly move back to her wetness running through the folds there and teasing her. Slipping over her clit from time to time he watches her jerk in response as her body shivers, and flushes. Pressing 2 fingers back in her he starts to fuck her with them, driving in and out feeling her convulse around them, getting wetter by the moment as she begins to moan and move her body within the confines of her bounds.

Pulling out from her he licks his fingers clean and stands reaching out to undo the chains that hold her down. Taking a hand he lifts her and sits her on the edge of the bed undoing her blindfold and smiling.

"That was nice lil one, but I know your still needy, I should let you stew in your own juices for crying out earlier but I have a better idea, I picked up something the other day I think would be perfect." Stepping over to the closet he reaches up and brings out a plastic bag. Pulling her to her feet he turns her around admiring again the redness of her ass while he takes out the package and puts on the device that was in it.

"OK you may look now."

Turning she gasps, half in horror and half delight. Upon her Masters knee there was a, well a harness was all she could call it and sticking out of it was a not-so-little dildo. Tugging her forward by the hand she looked down at Him confusion upon her face.

"This is your pleasure AND your punishment, pleasure because you get to have that orgasm you wish for so much" reaching out and touching her clit hearing her gasp as her hips more towards him in need. "And your punishment because it will not be me giving your the pleasure, you will have to endure it from this."

Moaning and biting her lip, her head fell at the idea of an orgasm but without him enjoying it at the same time. Feeling a tug on her hand she moved till his leg was between her own. Lowering herself slowly she starts to bring herself down on the toy feeling it part her lips and slide inside her, the wetness he caused making the entry easy. 

Without warning he lifts his knee shoving it deep inside her making her legs fold as she drops down sitting on his knee with the toy completely inside. Her whole body shudders as she whimpers, eyes glazing over at the feeling of being so full and yet almost empty in a way.

Her hands reach out holding onto her Master's shoulders as he wiggles his knee and moves the toy inside.

"Move on it lil one, Master wants to see you use your new toy."

Moaning she begins to lift herself on and off the toy, the movements of his knee sending shudders up and down her spine. Closing her eyes tight she whimpers the feeling of the toy in her so impersonal and nothing like her Master could cause when he was using her for his pleasure.

Reaching out with a fingertip he starts to caress her clit pressing on it and holding there as she moves watching her squirm on his knee and feeling her wetness drip down onto his leg. Rubbing her clit faster he watches her face and the tears falling down it, the desire for her orgasm fighting the emptiness she feels in her heart that it's not her Masters cock in her or her Masters body that is giving her this pleasure. Soon though he feels her movements increase, bouncing up and down while he wiggles the toy back and forth, seeing her flush as she gets very close.

Leaning in he whispers "Cum now!" then pinches her nipples hard with his fingers while he sinks his teeth into her shoulder holding her as she screams out with pleasure. Her body shudders as she sinks onto the toy clenching around it while her eyes close. Her soft sweet lips part as she attempts to breathe, the orgasm having taken all thought of breath from her.

Whimpering softly she leans into him resting her body against his as he lets go of her nipples and his teeth in her shoulder to hold her close. Murmuring softly words in her ear he lets her relax... for the moment.



Play Time



Jason was a 19 year old know it all, who had been kicked out of both his parents homes a few times. No one knew what he would end up to be, he didn't complete high school and couldn't keep a job either. He had finally started to make a turn around and he was doing home schooling but his current living condition with his party animal friends didn't allow him to study the way he needed to so he was left with no choice but to bed his parents for yet another chance to be able to stay with them. 

His mother wanted nothing to do with the idea, she had a new man living with her and didn't want the problems in her new found happiness so Jason was forced to go to his dad. At first his dad was very hesitant but eventually gave in hoping that this would be the time his son finally succeeded.. His father lived in a 2 bedroom apartment so things were a bit cramped, especially because his girlfriend was coming over a lot and planned on moving in too within a couple weeks. 

Things were going ok, Jason kept up his studies but was neglecting his sexual needs and it didn't help late at night when he'd hear the moans and bed bouncing in his fathers room. Jason didn't think too much of the girlfriend Lizzy, she wasn't that great looking but did have a nice set of tits on her they had to be about a D cup and she had a nice round ass too. Jason often masturbate during his dad's sex sessions. Poor Jason had gone without for about 6 months so the need was getting very annoying to him.

Jason's dad worked at the local factory doing shift work and it was his turn to do a month of the late shifts, leaving Jason and Lizzy home alone until dawn. Lizzy often commented on how safe she felt knowing there was another man in the house so she didn't have to feel scared or alone. Often she would steal a peak at Jason checking him out from top to bottom, usually causing herself to get wet. 

A week had gone by since the night shift had started and Lizzy was really starting to feel neglected and couldn't ignore her desire for a younger guy. This was something she would often think about while she would masturbate before she hooked up with Jason's dad, sometimes she would even pretend that he was a younger man while they had sex.

During the start of that second week the two were sitting at the table eating their dinner when Lizzy couldn't resist anymore she had to feel his flesh under her hand. Bravely she placed her hand under the table and began to rub Jason's leg causing him to jump and say "what are you doing?" Lizzy's face turned a couple shades of red and then replied "I've noticed that you had muscular legs and wanted to feel them, Im sorry". Jason sat back down still not knowing how to respond so he just didn't say anything to her for the rest of the night. If the truth should be known he did actually enjoy feeling her touch his leg, but this was his fathers girlfriend. She was the woman he deeply loved and Jason just couldn't mess with that.

Lizzy came home from work the next night with a very sore shoulder and laid on the couch trying to make it feel better, but it didn't help too much. After a couple hours she felt she couldn't handle it anymore and got the nerve to ask Jason if he would rub her shoulders for her in exchange for her doing a bit of his homework for him. Jason reluctantly agreed and began to rub her shoulders nice and gently with Lizzy assuring him that he was doing a great job. 

Suddenly she leans back without warning forcing Jason's hands to land right on top of her large mounds. Jason knew she wanted more then just a shoulder rub and he was ready for some too! So he began to play with her nipples, squeezing and rubbing them with his fingers and twirling them with his thumbs. Lizzy's breathing got a bit deeper and then she tilted her head allowing Jason to kiss her neck which he did, he ran his tongue up and down her neck gently sucking on her ear lobes. He couldn't hold back anymore, he needed to have her soft lips pressed against his own, to his amazement it was everything he had hoped it would be. She kissed him back with using just the right amount of pressure and moisture, seductively poking her tongue into his mouth. She really enjoyed having him suck on her tongue and lips as they kissed. Lizzy was beginning to feel a tingling sensation from her pussy area that was beginning to drive her crazy!

The couch was a bit too small for the 2 so they decided to go down to the floor once there Lizzy quickly removed Jason's shirt and the her own exposing her large firm breasts with nice pink nipples. Jason couldn't control himself he had to suck on them taking one then the other in his mouth teasing them with his stiff tongue and gently nibbled them with his teeth. Lizzy began rocking her body slightly to the wonderful feelings she was receiving and by now Lizzy was dripping wet.

Lizzy began to unzip his pants allowing his 9 inch cock to go free, she gasped when she seen how long and how thick it was. The head of his cock must have been about the size of a ice cream cone, and it got her even more eager to have it deep inside her just thinking about it her cunt hole begin to burn with desire for this large piece of meat. Lizzy always made a point to show the man what her mouth could do and the time had come when she needed to have him in her mouth. 

At first she wasn't sure how she would manage that but figured it out quickly. Wrapping her fingers around this monster the guided it to her greedy mouth. She paid very close attention to the head twirling her tongue down the shaft sucking hard on the way back up, still keeping her hands firmly in place as she sucked his dick in and out of her mouth . Jason damn near blew everything in her mouth but wanted to hold off in order to enjoy himself as long as possible but he could only hold off for a few more minutes until she began to play near his ass and balls massaging them with her fingers while going nuts on his dick with her mouth. He finally he filled her mouth with his sweet thick cum. 

Jason wasn't one for eating out a girl because he didn't like the taste and he didn't have much experience in it either, so he only used his fingers on her at first. He loved the looks of her soaking wet pussy all tight with a nice pink colour. He had forgot how sexy it was to be with a girl who shaved. Her clit grew very large at the slightest touch of his finger tips as he caressed it, rubbing it just the right way. She begged him to give her oral sex, she couldn't stand just having only his fingers, she wanted his mouth too! Pushing his head down to her sopping pussy, "please I need you to taste me, I want to cum in your mouth now" Jason felt obligated and granted her wish. Climbing between her legs and positioning his face just inches from her sex organ, he spread her lips apart and began to suck on her clit and nibbling it a bit too. Making circular motions with his tongue at the right speed, Lizzy began to moan very deeply. Jason started inserting 2 of his fingers deep into her warm, drenched cavern loving how tight she felt and how dripping wet she was and he didn't mind the taste either. Jason was enjoying himself almost as much as Lizzy. He was really getting into it the more she moaned, the more he would go at her with his mouth and fingers and soon he began to feel himself getting hard again. He started to feel Lizzy stiffen up, grabbing her tits and squeezing them tightly as her pussy lips began to pulsate as her sweet juices began to fill his mouth. 

Jason took no time mounting her slowly sliding his huge cock into her, grinding down into her hard, giving her the deep thrusts she was dreaming of. The two moaned as they held each other closely with both beginning to break out in a sweat all over their bodies. Lizzy soaked the floor yet again over and over again, spewing out everything she had. Jason loved the feelings over her cunt squeezing down on his hard penis and began to pound her harder feeling his own explosion drawing very near and in the last second he pulled out and spraying up her body with his load one squirt followed by four more. Lizzy took her hands and rubbed her breasts, moaning in delight. 

Lizzy was addicted to the taste of a mans cum, she loved how it tasted and felt in her mouth even after being fucked. Both laid back and took deep cleansing breaths until they had regained enough of their energy so that they could go get cleaned up.

This continued nearly every night. Jason would join Lizzy in his fathers bed. They would have their fun there, not concerned at all with what his father might think of their little fling they were having while he was away.

Jason was getting bored of their usual locations and decided after dinner he was going to surprise Lizzy with a nice hard fuck right on top of the dinning room table. 

At the table he ate his dinner as if nothing was going on and waited until she least expected it. He began running his hand up and down her thigh and then made it to his destination, taking his finger sliding in and out of her while she sat to eat. She sat there for aslong as she could, feeling her juices beginning to seep out onto the chair. When he knew he was driving her mad he coaxed her to stand up taking him into his arms for a long, hot kiss. Slowly he begins to lean her back onto the table causing her to lay completely on top of it. 

He now was addicted to eating her sweet pussy and was very turned on when she would spit her cum into his mouth. He ate and sucked until she came at least three times. His cock was already hard and patiently waiting until she was ready to fuck her hard just the way she liked. 

He enjoyed tormenting her right before they would fuck, teasing her opening with the head of his cock until she would beg for mercy and when he was satisfied with her demands he would allow her to feel him inside of her one inch at a time.

Placing her legs fully upright and placing them snugly on his shoulder, he guided his dick down to her opening. He started sliding it and out for a few times enjoying the screams that were exiting Lizzy's mouth. Just before she would explode pulled his cock out of her all together making her beg for him to give it to her and then he would slam it into her. With all the annoying pauses she eventually began to convulse as she would cum harder and more fiercely, giving her the best orgasms of her life. 

His father had completed his month of the night shift and was now home in the evenings and Lizzy was expected to please him every night, no longer taking care of Jason's needs. Jason was a smart guy though and was already working out plans in his head so that he could bang Lizzy once again.



Play Time



I park my car, turn it off and take a deep breath. You're expecting me, but not like this. I get out of the car and head to the house. Quietly opening the door, I hear sounds coming from the kitchen. I reach the entryway of the kitchen and stop as you see me. I'm wearing a hat that shadows my face. My hair is up in it. I'm wearing an overcoat that goes down to my calves. All you see are my high-heel shoes and stocking-covered legs. You cock your brow. I smile as I untie the sash that holds my coat shut. Sliding it open, I let it drift to the floor, revealing my attire beneath. My stockings lead up to a very short, form fitting black skirt, who's hem just barely covers any essentials. My top is tight across my chest, barely concealing the now hardened nipples of my 40D breasts, and loose everywhere else. 

As you gaze up and down, taking it all in, I lift my arm and remove my hat. My curly brown locks cascade down my back, red and gold high-lights glistening from the sun that's shining in through the window. Green eyes dancing, I turn, facing away from you, cross my ankles and bend at the waist to retrieve my coat from the floor ... allowing my skirt to ride up and reveal my naked bottom. I turn my head slightly to glance at you, I see the smile on your face and the bulge in your pants. As I lift my coat, I uncross my ankles, rise and place it on the back of the couch. You come up behind me, grab my hips and then lift my skirt. Spying the garter belt holding up my stockings, you groan and feel my ass with your hand. I make to stand and turn around. You not so gently push me back so I'm bent over the back of the couch. You continue to feel me, rub me, then slip a finger into my already damp box. 

Groaning, removing your finger, you speak.

"You are so bad. You did this on purpose. You're already wet. You must be horny."

SLAP! I jump and gasp as I feel your hand across my ass. I start to get up again, only to be held down by your other hand.

"You've been bad, now you need to be spanked," you say to me in that rough voice I've come to love.

"Please," I say, "can't we play a little first?"

SLAP! I jump again, moaning as I feel it. I'm getting wetter. You know it, and you love it. This turns you on more. You love to be rough, you know how wet it makes me. You love to hear me "beg" ... beg you to stop, then beg you for more. You get harder just thinking about it. You slip a finger in again, making me moan.

"You like that?" you ask.

Breathless I moan, "yes!"

You pump me a few more times, remove your finger and slap me again. You lean over and whisper in my ear, "How bad are you?"

"Very bad," I say softly.

SLAP! I moan again. "Please!" I beg, not sure what for.

"Stay right here, DO NOT move!" You practically order me.

I nod. I know you'd never hurt me, you never have. But this is the first time I've taken our role playing this far. I'm nervous, but excited ... and very wet!

I hear you, it sounds like you are removing your clothes, but I dare not look. I feel your hands on me again moments later. I hear your voice.

"So you want to be bad?"

"Yes," I say softly.

SLAP! I moan again. I feel your cock slip against my slit, slide towards my clit and rub, then back up to my slit. I'm moaning, trying to move my hips.

"You like that? You want that cock?" Your voice sounds so rough, so demanding yet so playful.

I nod "yes".

You slide it against my clit again, then as you bring it back to my slit, you shove it in. Just hard enough to make me moan loudly. I reach up to grab the couch, you grab my hands and place them on my ass, spreading it open. "Keep them there," you say forcefully.

I obey, moaning as you pump your cock into my very hot, very wet pussy. You slide out all the way, I feel you stick a finger or maybe a thumb into me and pump me. You remove it and your cock returns, filling me, stretching me. I moan in pleasure. I feel your thumb rubbing around the opening of my ass. It's so sensitive, I can't help but moan. You use your thumb to "tickle" the opening, bringing more moans from me. You've slowed down and are barely moving your cock in me.

I feel your thumb ease into my ass.

"Baby please ...", I begin to beg you not to go there.

"You're a bad girl, remember? Bad girls LOVE it in the ass!" You say, so playfully.

Once the tip of your thumb is in my ass, you start pumping your cock again in my pussy. "Oh god! That feels so good!" I moan.

"Good," you reply. Suddenly you slip your thumb all the way in my ass.

"OH GOD! OW! BABY, PLEASE! IT HURTS!" I'm begging you to stop. You continue to use your thumb to fuck my ass, your cock now pumping my pussy faster and harder. "PLEASE! Baby, stop, OH GOD!" I feel my pussy getting wetter, I know you feel it.

"Bad Girl! You LOVE it!" You say to me wickedly. "Now use those hands to spread your ass wider!"

I do as I'm told. Your thumb in my ass, your cock in my pussy, I'm on fire. It hurts, but my pussy betrays me and gets wetter and wetter! I feel you place your other hand on my ass. OH GOD, NO! You start pushing your other thumb into me.

"PLEASE!!! NO!!!" I'm begging you. I don't use our safety word, so you know I'm still with you. "I don't want to be bad anymore, please!"

"Too late! You've already been very bad. You have my cock all hard in your pussy, and both of my thumbs in your ass."

It's too much. You feel the eruption of your orgasm burst from your sac into your shaft! "OH YEAH! OH FUCK YEAH!" You shoot cum deep into my pussy. I feel you erupt, stretching me. I'm moaning, my pussy pulsing as you fill me. Minutes later, you pull your driping cock from my pussy. Your thumbs still in my ass while I spread it open with my hands. "MMMmm, that ass is next on my to do list."

"No, I'll be good, please." I beg you.

You remove your thumbs slowly, I'm moaning at the sensations. OH! I feel a "pop" as they are completely removed.

You head to the sink in the kitchen to wash up. I move my hands and stand. You have a smile on your face. "How's it feel to be bad?"

"It hurts," I reply sassily as I move to stand by you.

"Good," you kiss me deeply, "we aren't done!" You reply so wickedly.

My eyes widen, "Baby, please, I'll be good!"

Once you're cleaned up, we dress and finish what you were doing in the kitchen. A few minutes later, we head up to the bedroom. Once there, door closed and locked, you remove your clothes again. You have me remove mine as well. A few long, lucious kisses later, you speak. You have new "orders" for me.

"Bad girls like to suck cock. So, are you still a bad girl?" You see me hesitate, "because, Only a bad girl gets this cock!"

Licking my lips, I stare at you, then at your cock. I see you stroke it. Oh god, I need to suck it! How bad am I willing to be? "Yes, I'll be bad for you!" I say quickly before I can change my mind. Stroking your cock in your hand, you tell me to get on my knees and suck it. I do. On my knees before you, I use one hand to hold your sac, gently tugging now and then, and the other hand to stroke you. My mouth kisses the head, then licks it, then I slide the whole length of your cock into my mouth. You groan as you feel the warmth and wet of my mouth around your cock.

"OH Yeah, suck that cock. You know you want it!"

I moan. Yes, I want it, I need it! I suck it, swallowing precum. I love it. You groan again. "MMMmmm, you suck that cock so good! Those lucious lips, O-ohhhhhh!" I moan onto your cock.

I move one of my hands down to play with my clit. You see me do this and speak.

"Does that clit need attention?"

I moan, "mmm-hmmm".

You pull me from your cock and have me get on the bed. I lay as you tell me, on my back, with my head hanging off the bed. You slip your cock back into my mouth. MMmmm, I can feel it slide in deeper, your sac on my nose. You start pinching my nipples, pulling them. I love it, I moan! You do it again, harder. Then you bend over me and play with my clit. You rub it, pinch it. I hear you lick your fingers and then rub my clit more. I'm moaning onto your cock, moving my hips as I feel an orgasm building. I feel you pinch, then lightly spank my clit. I jump a little, moaning louder. You bend over more and your mouth is on my clit. I'm moaning, writhing as you lick, suck and nibble my clit. OH GOD! It feels SO good. You take your fingers and slip them into my pussy, stroking again for just a minute or two. 

You stop licking me. Easing up, you take my hands and once again you have me spread my ass. I try to shake my head no. You speak.

"If you want this cock, you have to give me that ass. What's it gonna be?" You start to slide away. I shake my head "no" and keep sucking you.

"OK," you say, "let me have it."

I place my hands on my ass and spread it open. You return to licking, sucking and nibbling my clit. Quickly I'm writhing in pleasure. Once again you slip your fingers into my puss and stroke it a few time. They come out drenched! You ease them around my ass, "tickling" it again. I moan and wriggle even more. You stop your attentions on my clit to slip your fingers into my ass. I moan loudly onto your cock! Once they are all the way in, you begin pumping them, fucking my ass. OOOHH IT BURNS!!! I'm moaning onto your cock, vibrating it. You see my pussy glistening, you know I'm loving it! You return again to attend to my clit. All too quickly, I feel that orgasm erupt from my entire body. I'm practically screaming onto your cock as I cum! You keep licking and sucking and nibbling for another minute or two. Pulling my orgasm, I'm writhing in ecstasy.

You stop. You remove your cock from my mouth and climb over me and onto the bed. Your fingers still fucking my ass, you have me turn onto my stomach and slide off the bed so I'm bent over it. I'm moaning the whole time, I still feel pulses of my orgasm shattering me from the inside out. Once I'm bent over the bed, you use your other hand to slap my ass again! I squeal and I feel my ass squeeze your fingers! You groan.

"Spread that ass for me!" You are so quietly demanding, still, I dare not disobey!

I spread. I know what's coming. OH GOD, I'm getting wetter just thinking about it!

You use your cock to slip into my drenched pussy again. "OH GOD, YES", I moan! You pump me a few times, I moan and beg for more!

You remove your fingers from my ass, quickly slip out of my pussy and place the head of your cock in my ass. "OH GOD!! PLEASE BABY, IT'S TOO BIG!!"

You don't listen, you just slip it in deeper. Slowly. So torturously slowly. I moan and beg with each push for you to stop. I feel a "pop" as it reaches all the way in! "BABY, IT BURNS, PLEASE!!!"

I start to lift my self up. You push me down again. "Stay! Just relax, you know you love it!"

I do love it, once the initial pain is gone! It's the getting through the initial pain that HURTS! My hands spread my ass, I spread my legs and lay there as you oh so slowly fuck me. The first few strokes hurt, burn. A few more and the sensations are changing. Sensitive, but not painfilled. A few more and I begin to moan in pleasure.

"Oh god, yeah baby, fuck me! fuck my ass!"

"You ARE a bad girl! Time to get rough"

You begin to fuck, faster and harder into me. I'm moaning so loud, near to screaming. I move my hands, reach and grab onto the sheets on the bed, digging my nails in.

SLAP! I yelp as I feel it! You groan as I squeeze my ass around you. A few strokes later and again ... SLAP! "OH GOD!" I yell! "PLEASE! Fuck me baby! Fuck my ass!" I practically growl. You love it! Your hands on my hips holding onto me, you thrust into me, hard, fast strokes. I feel as though I'm being split from the inside out! I feel your balls slapping against my clit as you fuck deeper and deeper into my tight ass.

It feels like forever! But just minutes later, I feel you grow, I feel it stretch me. "OOOWWWW, GGAAAWWWDD!!!"

"OH FUCK, OH YEAH, OOOOOOHHHH, RRRAAAGGGHHHHH!!!!!" you shout your pleasure!

"Oh God, yeah, fuck me, ow, god, FUU-UC-CCK MMEE!!!" 

You pump into me hard and fast as you explode your cum deep into my ass! Your hands are on my ass, squeezing it hard. You push yourself all the way into me, as deep as possible, as you release shot after shot of cum. 

You slow down, pulsing out the last few drops of cum. You slide your hands softly over my back and sides. You pump a few more times and on the last one, you slide all the way out. You slap my ass one last time and I yell and squeeze it shut. I lay there, spent, unable to move, as you head to the bath to clean up. When you come back, you help me into bed and we lay there. You cover us with the blankets and kiss me so sweetly on my lips, face and neck. You hold me and we fall asleep.

*OK, so it's not exactly something worthy of a place in erotica, but definitely worth repeating! They say with practice comes experience. And I intend to practice, cum and experience pleasure as often as possible!



Play Time



Copyright by Madengineer3 2006 all rights reserved

All rights are reserved! This story is not to be copied or circulated except by madengineer3 or by means of the Literotica website, and under Literotica's rules. 

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I find myself almost unable to move. I am laying face down on a sheet of what feels like plywood covered by a thin plastic sheet. It feels like there are restraints from the plywood around my waist, around my ass, around my neck, around each arm, and around each leg. I feel no pressure at all on my upper chest, my face or my cock and balls. The latter feel like they are hanging freely down through a hole in the plywood. My face is partially resting on a pillow, such as one of those used for a massage. I can see nothing through the blindfold, except that there seems to be no light in the room. From the discomfort in my mouth I realize that a gag has been placed in my mouth. From the pressure on my tongue and from what my tongue tells me this is a gag that has a sort of small penis shaped insert that goes inside the victim's mouth. The room I am in must be about seventy five to eighty degrees Fahrenheit because I feel that I am nude but I feel neither cold nor hot. I am waiting for my tormentor to arrive. Anxiety has been building. What will she do to me? Is she in a good mood?

Suddenly, I can tell the lights have been turned on. I hear the sound of her bare feet on the floor. There is a rolling sound as if a cart were being rolled over to where I am held captive. Without warning I feel my balls grabbed. I grunt, but cannot say anything because of the gag. 

What is she doing? I feel my scrotum being pulled down away from my body. It is being done gently (at the moment) but firmly. My balls are being pulled down to the extreme extent that the scrotum will allow. It isn't too uncomfortable, but I have to wonder what will happen next. A strap, like a watch band has been secured around my scrotum above my balls. I hear water being poured into a stainless steel bowl. The sound is unmistakable. I feel my balls being dipped into hot water. It is really hot, but below the point where it causes extreme discomfort. While my balls are soaking I feel a wet cloth washing my pubic region. The water is removed and soap lather, or that is what it feels like, is being applied to my genitals and the area around them. Moments later the area is rinsed and I hear what I believe to be someone mixing up shaving cream powder in a cup with a shaving brush like they used to do fifty years ago. I can't complain in the least as I feel the lather applied to my nut sack and surrounding area. Then a twinge of fear hits me, what if she is going to use a straight razor? I relax when I feel a normal razor shaving my scrotum, and then the area around the inside of my upper thighs and finally my pubic area. She then rinsed me off and gently dried me. The band around my balls is now removed and a new band is put in place it feels like this band passes through a piece of wood at the edge of the hole through which my family jewels are hanging. There is something else there as well, something that feels smooth, but what is it? Whatever it is it is resting firmly against my balls.

She has shifted her attention now. She has grabbed my cock and slid something over it that feels a bit like a small sock. With her holding my glans and slowly pulling my cock to its full length I can feel the sock like thing getting tight. It feels like she is working on laces much like on a pair of good boots. My cock is being squeezed. So far it feels good. Now she has fastened the end of the sock to something that resists my moving. This may not be good.

She finally speaks: "How are we doing there, sport? Comfy are we? We can change that at any time. But, for now, enjoy the ride."

What ride, and then I both hear and feel what is going on. The thing that is resting on my balls is a vibrator of some sort. The thing that is holding the end of my cock is also beginning to vibrate. It is gently puling on my cock and is distributing the vibration to the glans (which is exposed at the end of the sock like thing on my cock).

This feels wonderful. I hear more movement and something is rolled under the plywood. I hear adjustments being made and the sound of some sort of fluid. Before I can sort it out I hear a switch click and then feel the spray of relatively high pressure, warm, water against my nuts. I am being driven wild. At this rate I am going to loose it soon, and will pump my cum out all over what is down there. I can feel my muscles beginning to tighten in my legs and abdomen when all at once every thing stops!! I have been brought to the edge and then left hanging there. I try to move to get just enough friction to allow me to cum, but I can't! The straps have been designed to well for that. 

It seems like hours while I wait for comfort to return. In time the swelling in my cock subsides I am almost back to normal. I hear the woman working again. She has unlaced the sock like thing that encased my cock and has placed my cock in what feels like a well lubricated, smooth tube of some soft material. It takes almost no time at all for my cock to become rigid again. This time when I hear the switch, my nuts are again being vibrated but this time the tube around my cock is moving up and down on my cock's shaft maybe an inch each way. It is if someone had placed their soaped up hand on my cock and had started to stroke it. I am getting hot again. I feel the pressure build up as I approach the point where I can get sexual release. I am almost over the brink when all motion stops again. Damn, I need to finish this. The frustration level is incredible. I need release.

There is the wait again. As I again approach the point where I am almost comfortable she is making more changes. I feel the strap around my scrotum relaxed and hear something being moved. A new strap has replaced the old one, I can tell because the old one was wet from the water spray and this one is dry. My cock has been removed from the tube and has been placed between two pieces of wood that press on it like a weak vise. It isn't uncomfortable, but I am curious what is about to happen. When the switch sound is heard again I understand what has been done. The two boards that clamp my cock are vibrating one versus the other. It is as if my cock had a vibrator under it and over it. It is driving me up the wall. At the same time I can feel the slow, rhythmic tugging on my nut sack as some device is pulling it about half an inch and then relaxing half an inch about every half second or so. The combined feelings are incredibly erotic. I am again building towards a climax. And again, just before I get over the edge everything is shut down. Damn, I need release. The discomfort around my prostate is now very noticeable. 

Again, we wait. I am almost comfortable again when I feel my tormentor start in again. It sounds like she has put on rubber gloves. I can hear a jar being opened and a squishy sucking sound as if something viscous were being pulled out of a jar. I can feel her hand on my ass cheek. I tighten up since I have an idea of what is coming next. There it is, she has greased up my inner thighs up near my anus. Her hands are working some form of lubricant around my ass hole and Aggggggggg.....Now in my asshole. She has a finger in me as if she were playing proctologist. After the strangeness starts to go away I can tell she has moved two fingers into my ass. By the time she is done she has worked up to almost being able to put her hand inside my ass. I feel like I should split in two. It is then I feel the dildo being inserted. Because of how I am strapped down I can't fight her off. The Dildo is in and I can feel something mechanical going on back there. I hear a "snap" "click" and I can tell the dildo is now firmly fastened to something. 

She has moved back under the plywood again. I hear a click and hear the sound of a vacuum pump somewhere in another room. I know vacuum pumps, and this is one. I feel a sudden pull on my cock and feel it being pulled out as if it were trying to swell in all directions. As I am paying attention to that, I suddenly feel the effects of each of my balls being pulled into a vacuum. It isn't truly painful, but is strange. When I think that I can live with this simple arrangement I hear two more clicks. The first one coincides with the vibration in the dildo in my ass, the second one coincides with it being rhythmically inserted and withdrawn from my ass. I can't be sure, but it feels like it is moving in and out a good four inches about once per second. The dildo appears to be shaped so that it makes contact with my prostate gland just about every time it enters me. I can feel myself climbing the walls again. Then I hear another click.

Suddenly the level of the vacuum around my cock and each of my balls is being modulated. It becomes stronger and weaker many times a second. It is as if people were sucking my balls and my cock. I say people because the frequency of suction and release is different for each ball and in turn different for my cock. I am rapidly approaching orgasm. I've got to get release, and it stops. I could scream I need it so badly, but I can't because of the gag.

As I almost regain composure again I can feel the dildo removed from my ass, and my ass being cleaned up. I can feel the vacuum apparatus being removed from my nuts and cock. and then I feel a catch being released and the boards that supported my head have been moved free. My head now is being pulled down by gravity. I hear another something being rolled over to near my head. I hear locks being set on wheels and then sense someone very close to my face. She is speaking to me.

"I expect that you will do a nice job of cleaning my pussy and clit with your tongue. If you prove to be talented in that area you may get free sooner than you otherwise would." 

I suddenly feel a pussy pushed up to my mouth. I set in to do the best job of licking that I can. I work over her labia very carefully, occasionally licking her clit. My neck muscles are killing me, but I need to end this frustration. It isn't too long before I hear her making sounds of deep pleasure. She has informed me that I am not to stop what I am doing, regardless of what goes on. I can feel her abdominal muscles trying to tighten. I can feel the extra flow of juices coming from her pussy. And then I can tell that she is having a full blown orgasm. I keep working her slit with my tongue until she says "Stop!" 

I hear her getting up and moving things around. She made a comment, "I hope this digital video I made of our session comes out as well as I hope it will. This was a fun one." 

With that my darling wife undoes the straps and carefully removes the blindfold and the gag. She is glowing from her orgasm and helps me get to my feet. 

"Do you want to go and fuck now, or do you want to see the tape first?"

"Are you kidding, I need release, bed first then the tape. Don't forget I get to play master next time."

She has a grin on her face that is both very loving and very eager at the same time. I love play time!



Play Time



Why is it that as soon as I get comfortable in bed I want to play? As soon as the thought enters my one tracked mind I can't seem to function. I continue to argue with myself that it's late and I really should just forget about what lies in my "naughty nightstand." I close my eyes trying to think of something else but instead a man reaching his hands down my pants into my warm wetness is all that shows behind my eyelids. "Ughh I am never going to be able to sleep." 

Yes grumbling to myself does sometimes work, I swear. Moving to lie on my other side made the heavy comforter brush across my naked thighs. Oh how I wished that was a man's hand rubbing me. My head pushed into the pillow trying to clear the thoughts again. My nipples stretched the thin material tank top trying to join in on the fun. They were aching to be played with. Has it been that long for me? I tried to think of my last orgasm with or without someone. I guess if I had to think about it, it was longer than I could handle. 

I was suddenly hot. I had to kick the covers off of me. My shorts felt heavy and my shirt felt wet. What was going on with me? My hand went to my stomach and slid under the little tank. Slowly I lifted my shirt using just a hint of nails to scratch along my stomach. The feeling of hands on me made my thighs quiver. I brought my knees up towards my chest so I could rub them with my other hand. I grabbed at the meat on my inner thigh trying to fight away these inappropriate thoughts. Don't I have any control? "NO." I said to myself while a sneaky little grin appeared. Why should I feel ashamed of wanting that sweet release? I wanted the end result and didn't care if I had to do it alone with nothing but my imagination. I was not going to sleep until I was satisfied. 

I looked at the alarm clock on the ceiling to see if it was too late for a booty call. I didn't want to seem desperate. 1:30am is way too late to call someone and not make it obvious. Looks like it's just me tonight, well me and whichever lucky toy I was going to pull out. I opened the first drawer to my nightstand. That was the beginner stuff, nothing too freaky, just your average vibrators and dildo's. Nah, I wanted something more tonight. I opened the second drawer knowing exactly what toy I was looking for. I would need the shower for this one. 

I pulled out two toys; one tiny little vibrator that could be hidden in my hand and another one that was long and thick. I took my two friends into the bathroom and took a long look in the full size mirror. I turned sideways checking out my body as if it was a rental. Hmm it looked ok to me. As my eyes went up higher on my body I caught myself holding the toys. How funny I must look right now, checking myself out like this. I put the toys on the sink and slid my short shorts off. I pulled the tank off exposing my hard pink nipples. They deserved some play before I got down to business. 

I stood facing the mirror licking and sucking my pointer finger. Slowly taking my finger out I dragged it down my naked body. I circled the nipple several times before squeezing it between my pointer and thumb finger. I let out another small moan and could feel the inside of my thighs start to get wet. I wasn't going to last five minutes. 

I turned on the water in the shower and adjusted the temperature. Put my hair up in a sloppy bun and grabbed my two friends. The small toy sat perfectly on the ledge where the soap usually goes and the other was actually built for the shower. It has a suction cup at the end of it and stuck to the wall. It was a thick flesh colored cock that fit my body quite nicely. I stepped into the shower and let the water cascade off my body. The heat of the water warmed the outside of my body to the same temperature as my insides. I closed my eyes and reached for the small toy. My smile crept up my face as I turned around. I clicked on the little vibrator and pushed it against my small tight clit. I wasn't fully aroused so the blood didn't rush into that sacred little nub yet. I leaned my body forward and pushed the vibrator into my clit harder. I backed my body into the toy stuck to the wall. My tight hole fought against the foreign object, protesting it wasn't supposed to be there. I pushed harder with both toys letting the larger one enter me completely. 

This is just what I needed. I pumped my body back and forth against the cock on the wall. My ass slapped against the tile as I took the toy as deep as it could go. I moved the smaller toy in small circles letting all that pressure build up between my legs. My right hand smacked against the cold tile to steady my body. My legs spread just a little wider accepting more of the toy to enter me. I closed my eyes and imagined my dream guy grabbing my hips and doing the pumping himself. His big strong hands wrapping around my sides and sticking his thumbs into the small dimples in my back. I thought about him calling me a bad girl and saying how naughty I was for bending over for him. My legs were trembling under me threatening to give at any moment. I fought the urge to stop and pumped a bit harder. Every muscle in my body tightened and stopped for a split second that felt like it lasted for an hour. Every color I have ever seen showed up behind my eyelids as my body exploded with such pleasure. I continued pumping and another one came up behind it. The thick fluid dripped down my leg before the water could wash it away. 

I stepped out of the water putting my fingers in between my lips and brought some of that thick wetness to my mouth. I put two fingers into my mouth and sucked my sweet juices off it... "MMM what a good idea."