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Sweet Rein

By: LevanaHyll



There was a time when I hated... everything. It was the year 3510 when I was dragged into this existence by my twin brother, Devon-literally. The asshole gripped my hands in our mother's womb and dragged me out with him. He's a black haired demon-god... not really, but I like to bother the fuck out of him with that little line all the time. Pisses him off.

I love Devon, but there was a time when all I dreamt about was running my demon sword through his fucking heart. He had everything I never had. He'd been snatched away by Seraph's when we were only a month old and protected so that he wouldn't fall into evil hands that would exploit his amazing powers. I was left behind to rot. I was the plain baby boy. The one who was only a mere Master Guardian. I didn't inherit my father's demon blood. Touted the most beautiful human creation. That was my father... and of course my brother looked exactly like him. Except for the hair. I got my father's blond hair. Whoop-dee-do.

That fucking blond hair only got me kidnapped the same night the Seraph's took Dev. The person that stole me away was a sadistic devil worshiping bastard who did nothing but fuck me every chance he got. Then he'd pass me along to his little cult friends, like a god-forsaken appetizer. 

That's where I learned to hate men. Despise them for the hurt they inflicted on me, night after fucking night. They'd make me take them in my mouth, in my ass... and if I cried or put up a fight, they'd beat the shit out of me.

I got my revenge, though. Slit the bastard's throat one night. I'd just turned eighteen.

I was approached by a little devil who offered me a way out, that night. But in return, I had to seek out my twin and kill him. Until then, I'd never known I had a twin. The devil told me the whole story, starting with who my parents had been. He also told me I had to find this powerful Master Guardian virgin, kill her or him, and open the gates of hell. That had been my father's task once, but he ended up fucking my mother and I guess you know what happened after that. No virgin, no sacrifice, just babies. Stupid fuck.

But I guess I was even more stupid, making pacts with demons. I escaped one hell and fell into a worse one. If I thought my sadistic step-father's version of fatherly love was bad, being repeatedly raped by hordes of demons made his shit look like grammar school foreplay.

Surprisingly, my brother, Devon, along with my other Master Guardian brothers and sisters, came to my rescue and pulled me out of that place, even after I'd made their lives a living hell.

At first I resented them. I felt ashamed for everything I had done while in the clutches of the demons. I didn't want to live... and I resented that they wouldn't let me die. I resented that while my life had been nothing but a living hell, they'd found love and happiness.

I felt so alone... so miserable. They'd wanted to share their lovers with me, but I'm not some dog that takes the leftovers. Though I was tempted... just to savor for only a moment a little bit of the love they all shared. I never had love, even though they said they loved me... didn't know what that was because I instinctively shunned them... I was afraid, but I craved it.

Then they brought me Rayne. God she was beautiful. They'd rescued her from some Grei alien hunters. She was being holographically trained to be a sex slave. The girl still hadn't been touched by any male or female... until I got my perverted hands on her.

Sweetness. She was pure ecstasy. I couldn't get enough. Her sweet innocent soul captivated me. Every time those big blue eyes looked at me in wonder I'd want to fall to my knees in worship. The woman loved me. I adored her! She had these sweet little curves and shiny black hair that came down to her ass. Exquisite.

Life couldn't have been more perfect. I kept waiting for it all to end. This couldn't be happening to me... Lucien Davariel Angelos... ex-dark prince and angel of destruction. How could I deserve such happiness?

I didn't. She was taken away from me, but not before they told her what I was. More demonic than my demon brother, Devon. Still, she clung onto me, not willing to let me go. It broke my heart, but I made her go. She deserved better than me.

Then I learned that she was to be traded off for a fucking asteroid. She was some long lost princess and her people wanted to give her to this disgusting alien ruler in trade for a barren asteroid that orbited his solar system. Seems their world was blasted the night the princess was kidnapped as a child and they were all left wandering homeless through the galaxy.

Fuck that. I decided she was mine! And I was going to get her back! The sleaze balls had taken her to Earth and there she'd been stolen and sold as a performer on this little porn-paradise planet.

I had to alter my looks so that I wouldn't be killed. You'd be surprised at the amount of credits offered for my golden head. Every bounty hunter wanted to bag the ex-dark prince.

At first she didn't recognize me, but when she did, we fucked each other's brains out.

Everything was set for the grand escape from Heaven's Pearly Gates... shit name for a strip club, if you ask me. That's when I saw him.

He wore a silver mask, because, as Rayne explained, his face had been ripped off by Grei hunters. He couldn't talk either because they'd crushed his vocal cords in a little practice they utilized to force a male to get an erection. Choking.

His name was Rein, like my Rayne. Both the same sound. He seemed so young to have gone through so much shit. He had this white-blond sort of iridescent hair that came down below his ass. He wasn't as muscular as I am, but had a good physique nevertheless.

I started to feel sorry for him. Not good. And ended up practically dragging him back home with Rayne and me. He was very shy and scared shitless.

I gave him a new face and used my powers to fix his vocal cords. He had such a sweet voice.

At first I'd intended to share Rayne with him, allowing him to join our little family, but I couldn't stop dreaming... of touching him... kissing him. I hated men... but Rein aroused me. I loved my girl Rayne, but boy Rein brought out a lust in me that was different. At first I tried to deny it, but everyone saw and knew and understood way before I finally succumbed and fucked my Rein. My Rein!

At first everything was paradise, but then little things began to happen that confused me.

First, my beautiful girl, Rayne seemed to be getting really insatiable, and not that I'm complaining, but she seemed to be trying to sneak private time with just me. At first she didn't reject Rein, who loved fucking her as much as I did, she just wouldn't let him come in her. I'd end up having to finish him off and after a while I began to get the feeling he was catching on to her little M-O.

I was getting some rays in the enviro-level of the space station we lived on. Fuck. I'm gonna be honest. My dick hurt already from banging those two so much. Guess I was just trying to get a little alone time to myself. Never thought I'd see the day when I'd actually seek that, but there you have it.

The solitude didn't last very long. Next thing I knew, I had somebody kissing my thighs, stroking my balls and lapping at my rapidly swelling dick.

I moaned, like a pathetic idiot and looked up. There she was again, sucking me down with a hunger that never ceased to amaze me. Those sweet rose hued lips of hers were stretched wide around my cock. God, it felt good! They were going to kill me... both of them. They had me fucking almost around the clock. I grabbed her jet black hair and pumped, spreading my thighs wide for her. Rivers of black silk spill over my thighs and her baby blues are welling up as every other thrust slips farther and farther into her swallowing throat-just like we love it. I can smell her lust in the breeze, her pretty tits bouncing with each vigorous pump. Rayne reaches down between her thighs and start to stroke her soft little cunt. I want to lick her and open my mouth to twll her to turn the other way, sixty-nine, but knew the moment I uttered the words I'd shoot. As it was, my balls were tight and full. I didn't want to come just yet. Not before she did... at least a few times to boost my manly pride. As I struggled to control my need to ejaculate, I saw Rein come through the fronds of tropical plants surrounding us. My gorgeous boy smiled and got down on his knees behind her, fully intending to fuck her from behind. My heart did that stupid flip it always does when I'm with both of them-my two loves. Paradise. We've done this hundreds of times before, alternating positions so that each of us gets a chance to be in the middle. So it came as really big surprise when Rayne spun around on feeling Rein's hands on her and slapped the shit out of him. She hit my poor baby so hard he fell dazed to the ground.

"What the fuck!" I'd screamed. Then I sat up, grabbed her and shook her. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Those beautiful blues just welled up with tears and hurt. I'd never spoken to her like that before. Now I felt like shit.

I was going to beg for forgiveness, but she broke free from my hold and vanished from sight. Fine time for the woman to finally get teleporting right.

I almost went after her, but Rein's heartbreaking sobs were like a fucking chain around me. I couldn't just leave my other baby thrown on the ground like this.

"Come here." I gathered his trembling body against mine and held him tight. "It's okay, baby. She didn't mean it. Maybe she's going through one of those female things." It was a pathetic excuse. We both knew she'd already gone through her female thing just last week.

"N-no. She loves you more than she loves me." He'd sobbed almost breathless. "She doesn't want me anymore. You probably don't want me either."

My eyes bugged out in shock at that one. "Rein, don't be ridiculous!" I let my fingers sink into all that silky silvery hair at the nape of his neck and pulled gently. Those huge tear-filled violet eyes of his drowned me in their splendor. "How could you think such a thing? I love you. And so does Rayne. She's been weird with me too, baby." Not!

I wiped at the tears as they fell down his flushed cheeks. He shook his head and tried to turn away. Lately he'd been on a 'I'm a man, not a child' kick, because everybody treated him like some delicate thing. He didn't like it.

I used my superior strength and yanked him against me- hard, and gave him one of my famous stern looks. Already I could feel a bit of his precum cooling on my abs. Then again, it could've been mine. I was already aroused since that little minx, Rayne, awakened what they both liked to call 'the beast'. Eight inches of pure fun is what I called it.

I lowered my head only a little. Rein was almost as tall as my 6' 9". I kissed him soft at first, coaxing his upset, sweet, trembling body to acquiesce. My lips rubbed over his whisper soft, then I gave him a little taste of my tongue. I felt that hard body melt against mine. 

Rein had an exquisite body, all sinew and rippling muscles, lean. He was broad of shoulders, with nice pecs, decorated with tiny nipples. I brought my hand down from the satin of his long hair and tweaked one of them. He groaned and squirmed against me, rubbing that luscious cock against mine. I let my hand trail over his ribcage, feeling the slight impressions of bones there and smoothed over his lean waist, reaching back to cup his smooth, tight ass. His arms came up around my neck then, as he shuddered and sighed. I caressed his magnificent ass underneath his fall of white blonde hair and ground myself against him.

"Luke, fuck me... please." He whispered.

I shook my head. "No, baby." He looked hurt, but I hadn't finished what I was going to say. "I want to make love to you."

I brought him down in the grass by the bank of the lake in the holo-deck of the space station we lived on.

My eyes devoured the sight of him. My man was exquisite. Everybody always stared at him no matter where we went. The artificial sunlight brought out the iridescent colors in his silver hair. Pink, lavender, blue... His cock twitched. I wrapped my fingers around it making him arch his narrow hips. He wasn't as long as me, but he was long nevertheless. His fair coloring extended to the swollen flesh I held and flushed out to a delicate rose on his cock's head. It looked like a juicy strawberry. That yummy tip wept in lust as I stared at it. Couldn't let it suffer like that, so I bent and took it into my mouth. My hair spilled down over his quivering thighs, teasing him further. He sunk his fingers into my hair and tried to urge me to go faster on his dick. I smiled. Not so fast, baby- I thought with a mischievous chuckle. Slowly, I licked first, tasting his sweet juices. We don't know what species of alien Rein is, but his precum reminds me of something citrusy and sweet. Me? I'm salty like every other Earth born.

He seemed to be getting frantic, so I appeased him by working him in deeper, sucking harder. Rein was a trembling mess, panting and moaning. He wasn't going to last long and my own dick was starting to throb in jealousy of the fun my mouth was having. It demanded to be fed too.

I released him and laid back in a reclining position against a tree to see what he would do. He scrambled up, his pretty face earnest, and climbed right onto me. We were facing each other. I helped him by spreading his ass cheeks wide and he proceeded to impale himself on my raging hard-on. I bit my lip, cutting off an expletive. He kissed me, bouncing on my lap. I reached down and stroked him, applying just enough pressure to get his juices flowing more abundantly.

Rein threw his head back with a gasp, his body tight. This boy was going to go off any minute. We always teased each other to see who'd lose their cool first.

"Mmmm. Looks like my baby's got an ass-full of the beast again." My wicked smile died a quick death when his anal muscles clamped down on my throbbing cock, almost making me blow my load before him. Naughty boy!

He reached out and draped my blonde hair over one side of me, letting his fingers stroke down its length. The soft hair tickled my abs. It wasn't as long as his, but it did come down to the middle of my back. He loved playing with it. Then he tweaked one of my nipples making me hiss. He was going to make me come before him. I needed to gain control of the situation.

My hand snaked out and gripped his hair. It felt like the finest silk in my hands. I pulled him close. "You love it when I fuck you, don't you, baby?"

His violet eyes went liquid. He was a sucker for dirty talk. "Luke-" he sobbed, obviously trying to rein in his need to release. I stroked him mercilessly.

"Come-on, sweet baby. Let daddy see all that pretty cum bathe him."

"Y-you first." The muscles in that magnificent muscular ass clenched tighter, pushing me closer to the edge of oblivion. He must've seen it in my eyes because he began doing it rhythmically. The little tease!

"Ah- fuck!" I snarled barely hanging by a thread. I pumped him faster, cupped his tightly drawn balls. "You want me to come, baby? Is that it? You want to feel my hot cum filling your sweet ass, till you can taste it in your mouth..."

Rein cried out in ecstatic agony. His pearly white seed arched up and draped my clenched abs with ropey lines of cum. Beautiful! But I was crying out too as pulse after exquisite pulse of my hot semen shot up into him. I came long and hard into my baby's ass.

We both collapsed, panting. " Don't ever say I don't want you." I stroked his back tenderly, kissed his temple. "I love you. I Don't ever want to lose you."

"I love you too. It just hurts me that Rayne doesn't love me as much as you do." His voice was tremulous again.

"She loves you, Rein. As much as she loves me. Don't ever doubt that."

After a while, Rein grew heavy on me. Poor baby. He'd fallen asleep, worn out.

I groaned with a sigh. Fuck. Now I had to hunt down my other baby, Rayne, screw her senseless and see what the hell her slapping poor Rein was all about.

My dick was going to fall off if I didn't die of exhaustion first. What a way to go!

"A man's work is never done around here."

Sweet Release



I walk down the hallway. I nervously stop at the door. I take a deep breath and count to ten. Finally impulsively I raise my hand and knock on the door. Anticipation rises as I wait. I look down and see the knob turn and my heart instantly jumps in my throat. The door opens and he stands there. We both look at one another and finally without hesitation he pulls me inside. We say our hellos and in an instant my nervousness goes away as I hear his calm, soothing voice. Without wasting time he takes me in his arms. I tremble and without warning I feel tears stream down my cheeks. He looks at me.

"I'm sorry." I blurt out. Why was I crying? Guilt? Excitement? I didn't know, but I wanted it to stop. He holds me close and comforts me.

"Shh. It's ok." He tells me.

Still crying I clutch his shirt and bury my face in his chest. We stand there and hold each other. Finally I lift my head and look at him. He gently takes my face in his hands, stares intently in my eyes, and slowly lowers his lips upon mine. Sparks ignites my body as the kiss deepens and becomes more passionate. Still kissing he leads me to the bed and we both fall on it. He is on top of me. His hands wander all over my body. His lips go off of mine and he begins to kiss my neck. I sigh and tilt my head back giving him more access. I hold on tightly to him. He sits me up on the bed, and unties my top. It falls and my breasts are exposed. Nervously I take my hands and cover them up ashamed of how I look. He smiles at me and gently takes them away. Before I can protest his lips are on mine again. It seems like an eternity before they travel down my neck and finally to my breasts. He slowly takes it in his hand and lowers his mouth on it. I moan as he kisses, nibbles, and sucks. He goes back and forth from one to another. I am getting into the moment. That is until I begin to think how wrong this is even though it felt so right.

"Please stop." I tell him as I push him away. I sit on the edge of the bed. He sits next to me. I look away from him.

"I'm sorry. It's just that. Well it's not right." 

He turns me around and looks intently at me.

"Yes it is. We are so good together and you know it."

Damn him. Even though I didn't want to admit it, he was right on so many levels. All of the anticipation has built up and I was refusing myself to let go. I get up to leave not fully sure if that is what I wanted. I decide to think it through as he grabs me from behind and begins to kiss my neck. I sigh and my decision is made to stay a little longer. 

We begin to kiss again, our tongues touch. I can't take it as my hands begin to explore his body. I can feel his chest under his shirt. I want to rip it off, but decide against it.

"Go ahead. Do it." He tells me as if he read my mind.

"I can't. I'll ruin it."

He gives me a look as if to say *Are you serious?* He takes my face in his hands.

"Do it." He tells me.

Finally with all of my strength I grab his shirt and rip it. Buttons fly everywhere and his chest is now exposed. I stare at him speechless. He moves in and kisses me. Holding me close. Skin on skin contact. I can feel my temperature rising. I begin to feel faint, but he takes me and carries me to the bed. He gently lies me down. I am so caught up in the moment and don't seem to notice I am lying naked before him. I become embaressed as I grab the sheet and cover myself. He takes the sheet and gently removes it.

"Don't" He tells me.

"But." I begin to protest.

"Don't" He tells me agian. He then begins to kiss me. Passion ignites as they become longer. He breaks the kiss and his lips travel to my neck, then takes a detour to my bellybutton to *GASP!* He carefully takes his tongue and glides it along me in a teasingly way. He was so close to that spot. I wanted to grab his head and guide him but he was on his way. Nibbling, licking, sucking and finally contact is made. I gasp. I moan. My hands clutch the sheet and I feel my hips rising off the bed. He keeps sucking, licking, and kissing that spot. I was on the verge of sweet release. I was so close. Tears of happiness begin to well up in my eyes. It was going to happen. He keeps the pace and finally I am in ecstasy. I scream as my body shivers. As I begin to calm down his mouth finds me again.

"No" I tell him, but it feels to damn good. I want to push him away, but I wanted that release again. It builds and builds and finally again it happens. Now it was my turn to search him, touch him, taste him. Finally we are both ready. I feel him as he insert his fingers inside me. Time stops as he moves on top of me. Finally we become one. Our movements are steady. He thrusts himself deeper in me. He grabs my breasts. I cry out. We keep going and going until finally sweet release. We kiss, he holds me, and I am safe in his arms.



Sweet Release



Alone he sits at his desk. It's late...

Even for him – it is late...

11:23PM...

He sits on a conference call with the states, the pressures of the last couple of weeks etched across his face, as you wordlessly slip into his office. Tie loosened, top button undone, hair looking a little unkempt – he's not looking his best, although he certainly doesn't look bad for a man his age, at least not one who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. This deal means a lot – if the London office gets it – the whispers in the breakout room will no longer be of redundancies and cutbacks. Whoever thought teenaged girls are the worst gossips in the world, has clearly never worked in a financial services company.

Sheets of printout are sprawled out on the desk in front of him as monotone voices yammer on interminably over the speaker phone. He slowly massages his neck, barely glancing up as you walk in... at least initially. But then, there's that second look, almost imperceptible if you weren't looking for it – but you are... and it's there. He has noticed the outfit...

It is of course very inappropriate for the office... The boots might just be acceptable but not with that small skin-tight skirt, it's hemline being dangerous enough to make sitting in a lady-like manner a real challenge. If you had to pick, it's probably the most inappropriate item on the outfit for work, although – the curve hugging white blouse might be pushing it close – it really depends how visible your nipples are. They weren't a second ago but then – that was before Sir noticed.

It's not your fault of course – you aren't dressed for work – you were supposed to go out with friends. Since moving to London to pursue your career, it's been a struggle to maintain a proper social life with the pressures of work. Yet another last minute conference call meaning he has to stay – and if he stays, you stay. You made all the right noises to the girls of course – this job is a drag, 'you'd better get one hell of a Christmas bonus!' – you're careful to hide the truth. The girls are great of course but the thought of another night in a loud bar followed by a tedious club fills you with dread. Some idiot in a tight t-shirt with a dreary line in 'banter' trying his best to make you the next thing he attempts to hump like a rutting dog – is there anything less appetising? And why are these guys always so obsessed with where they shoot their mighty loads? Is somebody somewhere giving out prizes?

Of course, there's the deeper secret – the one you try to hide even from yourself – the real reason you're here – it's him, Sir. You've gone over it in your mind countless times – is it because he is older? Powerful? What is the hold he exerts over your deepest darkest desires? When you're alone, in bed – why is it him you think of? His strong hands holding your hips... His mouth urgently biting your firm pert nipples... His cock sliding into... God, admit it – anywhere it damn well pleases.

It's not like you're short of options either – a quick saunter through accounts in this outfit tomorrow morning would be all you'd need to prove that. As it is, even dressed demurely on a typical day, there is a subtle but noticeable shift in the air as you pass by the desks – as heads turn. You're a woman at her peak - as a quick check in the bathroom mirror before entering Sir's office attested. Your womanly curves, the natural wiggle as you walk, those full lips that draw so many compliments. You've never been vain but even you have to admit, not too shabby!

Of all that attention though – maddeningly little comes from the one man you want it from – hell, crave it from. Sure, there've been the occasional accidental brush against each other when moving around the desk, hugs at appropriate times of an only-ever-so-slightly inappropriate length – that shared Taxi back from Marci's leaving do – when you thought he just might – might, do something more. But no – he is professional... and your boss. A good one too – one who knows you're better than the job you have and too good to be there. Soon you'll be gone – he's made no bones about it. He has pushed you for promotion, he views you as a valuable resource to the company...

That second look as you walked in though – that was nothing to do with being a valuable resource. There was that flash – that briefest hint of animal desire – you can feel a slight blush in your cheeks and a tingle elsewhere. It'll be in your mind's eye when later tonight you crawl into bed ...

You put these thoughts from your head as you walk across the thick carpeted floor – his fourth cup of coffee in one hand and the LDR figures in the other. He looks up and you smile, indicating the file – he sighs with a resigned grin and points at a pile on the far side of the desk. There's obviously some very complicated system to what look like random piles of paper but it'd take a degree in advanced mathematics to figure it out.

You lean across to add it to the indicated pile... you daren't look but you can feel your cheeks redden, is he using this opportunity to sneak a look? To check out your body as it stretches across him? Please don't let him notice your nipples... or maybe he should...

To avoid glancing back at him or worse his crotch, you look around for something to focus on – and find the picture of his ex-wife sitting on the desk – that same smug grin she always has. God you hate that perma-grin – the kind people beam at you as you talk, while constantly looking over your shoulder for someone more important to talk to. You don't know why he hasn't taken it down, perhaps because there is nothing to put in its place? What had he been thinking... The only thing more shocking than the fact he'd married her was the fact that she'd divorced him. You'd never heard him discuss it of course, you just knew the bare details. You'd been there when the courier had arrived with the papers, seen the look in his eyes as you'd placed them on his desk. Did he love her or was it just sadness at the time wasted that you saw in those soft green eyes? That'd been 3 months ago, since then he'd thrown himself into his work to a ridiculous degree. If only he could find happiness, if only he could realise that there was so much available to him, all he had to do was ask. If only he could bring himself to take that redundant wedding band off his finger that weighted him down, with memories of a woman who didn't deserve him.

You wish the stupid bitch could see her ex-husband right now – as his eyes linger on your body as you lean over him. Perhaps when you stand back up, you'll give him that certain smile... a more lingering look... maybe... maybe this time, you'll finally cast off your reserved nature... maybe...

But...

You never get that far... maybe it's the tiredness, maybe it's her self-satisfied smile or maybe the thought of his eyes upon you... but... oh fuck... the coffee slips from your hands and crashes down to the desk... the contents of the cup drenching the papers so perfectly you couldn't have aimed it better. Every last drop soaks into something important – not least the significant portion of the scalding hot coffee that ended up in his lap...

Before an apology can slip from your lips he's lurched back in his chair... desperately patting at his scalded area. The look of horror though is reserved for when he surveys the devastation you're wrought on his carefully laid out paperwork – a mountain of preparation wiped out by your tsunami of clumsiness.

You desperately attempt to mop up the mess with the sleeve of your top – a useless act against the deluge. You go to speak but he puts his fingers to his lips – indicating the open phone with the other.

"Everything OK over there?"

"Sure" he raises his voice to calmly intone, belying the panicked look in his eyes. Quickly he pulls some tissues from his drawer and you both wordlessly set about rescuing what little can be saved, to the backing track of flat American voices yammering on and on... maybe, maybe it'll be alright...

Clearly you didn't hear her the first time, Amanda from the Detroit office, as her voices cuts through, doing little to disguise her irritation.

"Have you got those figures Karl?"

He looks panicked.

"Sure... you mean the..."

"What're we're talking about - the LDV quarterlys"

"Yep, absolutely..."

You both look around in panic... picking up and discarding one semi-legible wad of sodden paper after another...

"Well?"

"Just a second, I..."

How can one desk seem so massive now, where can they be – you've looked everywhere!!!

"Forget it Karl, we're all busy people. Nevermind, Phil can you..."

You look back over your shoulder, leaning over the desk before him as he slumps back in his chair. You see the frustration burning in his eyes. You want the ground to open up and swallow you – no words are enough... briefly you consider apologising directly over the speaker phone, perhaps if you took the blame? but no... that'd just make it worse.

Then, a look comes over him – he stands up and leans forward – brushing against your body now... his aroma, a mix of waning aftershave, sweat and coffee – surprisingly it is considerably more alluring than it sounds. There's something manly about it, or at least something distinctly him. He is not himself though – there's a cold look in his normally warm eyes... you're tense - wondering what is happening... and now – oh Lord, the ground opening up isn't near enough – as, with an ice cold calm he points to the file in your left hand. There - pristine are those pesky LDV figures – in the panic you somehow managed not to look at what you were actually holding... Oh God!

"I've found the..." He hoarsely whispers into the phone

"we've moved on" comes Amanda'a curt response.

You can't look at him – forget a bonus, the idea of being fired flashes across your mind. Oh well, you did want to travel and...

Then – it happens...

You're so shocked that it takes you a second to realise the small yelp you hear just came from you...

His left hand has just very firmly, smacked your left ass cheek...

Time seems to slow to a crawl.

You look back, just to check you didn't just dream this...

He stands there, totally still – looking down at his left hand as if noticing it for the first time – like it's a foreign independent creature that has somehow attached itself to him. Your feelings of shock are mirrored in his face – his looks up and your eyes meet. In those dark green eyes you see a sea of emotions swirling around... fear, lust, horror... he can't believe what he has just done.

You should think – think how to react, think of something to say, think what this could mean...

But before you can, instinct takes over. We all live under the illusion that our minds are in control but at the key moments in life, our bodies take over – primal needs trump logic every time.

Before a thought can be formed in your mind, your body makes a decision.

Your right hand reaches back and slowly...

Deliberately...

Teasingly...

Raises your skirt to reveal your curvaceous ass fully to him.

You push it up slightly – offering it ...

In this situation the power is all yours – even the power to let it all go.

The look in his eyes changes – all kinds of frustration bubbling away have now suddenly come to the surface – and resolved itself into something else.

And then time seems to speed back up.

His right hand grabs your long hair and pushes your head down onto the desk – even as his left hand connects again with your arse...

You yelp a little – but less – you know it was coming – you... wanted it...

And again... hard but not too hard. My God, what is happening to you. Your pussy is wet and getting wetter – you can feel your juices start to soak through the slutty little thong you're wearing, start to drip down the inside of your leg. You have to hold your breath – for fear of moaning into the speakerphone that sits a mere 18 inches away from your face. The cool feel of the desk's mahogany on your face offering a contrast to the sweet heat as his hand makes contact with your arse – again and again and...

You never knew you wanted this until moments ago and now you want nothing else...

"Is there a problem on the line?"

You both freeze.

"Yeah, we're picking up some... interference on our end too" comes Phil from San Diego.

Sir's voice is as cool as ice.

"Hmmm... no, everything is fine on this end. Phil do have next year's turn-over projections until year's end?"

That's not the end that has his attention though...

Even as he speaks, the naughty little slut that you've now become is taking over.

You push yourself back into him, so your ass is rubbing against his crotch. You can feel his rock hard cock, straining against his suit trousers. Feeling how hard you've made him turns you on so much. You push against him even as he holds you down more firmly, resisting your urging. The feel of his strong hand pushing you down onto the desk just makes your pussy even more dripping wet. You are a total slave to your desires.

He pushes back against you – dry humping you. Dry is the wrong word – the front of his trousers must be soaking in your hot juices now.

He thrusts himself up against you again... and again... you wonder if you might be able to come just from the proximity of his cock. You want it so much, to be taken hard right now. To be treated like his sexual plaything.

You can feel his left hand as it roughly rubs against your sopping wet thong, covering his fingers in your juices.

Maddeningly – he pulls it away as you try to gyrate yourself against it – any contact now would surely be enough to push you over the edge.

You can hear a soft sucking sound behind you – a smile plays across your face as you realise – he is sucking your juices off his fingers – tasting how wet his little slut is for him.

And then his fingers are back – you bite your lip desperately at the sweet sensation of his fingers deftly pushing your thong to one side and plunging into the sopping wet slit between your legs.

The hand holding your hair is removed and you hear a zipping sound – he is releasing his cock from its captivity.

You go to look around but again he roughly pushes you down onto the desk.

All you can see is the picture of his ex-burden as she impassively watches on, even as her ex-husband's fingers slip in and out of your tight wet pussy.

You can feel the cold metal of his wedding ring as it pushes roughly up against your cervix wall – curling around to expertly find that sweet spot.

Your body is overcome with pleasure – every inch of you giving into the most primal of your urges. In a desperate effort to stop from screaming, you take that sheet of LDV figures and shove it into your mouth – making use of the only thing at hand that gives you some hope of not roaring your pleasure down the line for all to hear.

Your legs begin to tremble as his fingers slide more and more forcefully in and out of you – forcefully pushing you towards an eruption of pleasure. You look at the picture again and notice the reflection in the picture of his ex-wife...

You can see him, standing over you – one hand working furiously between your legs as you are splayed across the desk – the other furiously masturbating his cock...

As she watches...

You bite down hard...

As the most intense orgasm you've ever had shudders through your body... flashes of patchy light shoot across your eyes – your whole body immersed in a wave of ecstasy as your thighs clamp together – holding his fingers desperately inside you as your body judders around them.

And then you relax slightly – enough for him to pull his sopping wet fingers out. For the first time in what must be minutes you attempt to breath... trying to re-establish some control over your own body. He has moved back – you've been released in every way.

You slide off the desk and turn – finding yourself on your knees before him – watching as he strokes his cock – looking hungrily into your eyes.

Instinctively you move towards it with your mouth, eager to please... but he pulls away. Amidst the look of furious lust in his eyes, you capture his fleeting glance towards the picture on the desk. Even now, is there some irrational guilt there, something that holds him back from taking what he wants. Something insides you snaps as you stand and quickly reach across the desk grab the framed photo. Before he can stop you – you throw it to the floor and crush it below your heel. The sound of cracking glass echoes around the room – a moment of no return has been passed...

His stares at you with those deep green eyes, you hold your breath – unable to think about what you have done... and what it could mean.

He rushes for you – pushing you roughly onto the desk – your legs instinctively wrap around him as his lips hungrily meet yours. There is a furious passion to your kiss, filled with all the frustration and pent up lust that pours out. You feel his hands urgently cup your breasts, grabbing your blouse... buttons fly as a ripping noise resounds around the room. Your bra is similarly torn away as his ravenous mouth descends to your heaving bussoms – his lips sucking urgently on your fulsome tits... his teeth biting at your erect nipples. A shock of sweet joyous pain rolls through your body, as you feel his lovers bite. You want him so much...

"We still seem to be getting a lot of interference on the line."

And then he slips inside you – his rock hard cock being enveloped by your still dripping wet pussy. The sensitivity from the earlier orgasm dwarfed by the need to feel him inside you. Such sweet bliss to feel his rock hard cock fill you so completely as he vigorously enters you. Oh God, you're going to cum again – such is the intensity of the moment. You can feel your body rising again to meet his vigour – another pulse of ecstasy echoes around your frame – as the danger, the release, the need fulfilled overcomes you. You bite his neck – to stifle the rising scream within you.

Much as you love the feeling of him inside you – you push him back and slide to the floor. You kneel before him and compliantly open your mouth hungrily – offering it to him. He shifts forward and grabs your hair – pulling it back , allowing your eyes lock – as he shoots a massive load into your mouth and onto your face – a second surge spilling down onto your breasts. A small part of yourself is surprised...and yet... This – you wanted - You wanted to taste him, to show him how much you enjoyed all that had gone before, to show him you were his...

His body spasms as if a massive release of stress, frustration and desire is happening. This is so different – this time you don't mind it – you want to be treated this way. You'll wonder later why it feels so right but you know, in this moment, how it does.

You taste him on your tongue, your lips... your fingers wash around your face – greedily pushing every last drop into your hungry mouth. Your cup your breasts and lick around them, eager to show how much you wanted what you have received.

And then, as if in the eye of the storm – there is suddenly silence in the room, punctuated only by the drone of a man in San Diego going through projected quarterly breakdowns.

Amanda from Detroit's voice cuts through like a hacksaw again.

"I just don't see how the revenue sharing is going to work"

He reaches across and calmly disconnects the call.

You take his hand in yours and guide it towards your mouth. You enjoy the feel of his ring finger as you suck upon it... as you work the ring free from its hold upon him. You slip it quietly from your mouth and place it upon the desk as you both share a smile.

He offers you his hand and gently pulls you to your feet... and you kiss again.




Sweet Release



Slowly, passionately this time.

A barrier has been conquered, a moment has been shared...

And the sweetest of releases achieved.



Sweet Release



It all started with identities hidden behind pseudo names. Everyone feels the need to cover themselves in the beginning and we did as well. When I first met him I cared very little for him. His personality, the one he fronted for his audience, left me imagining a rather crude and immature person behind the name. In all honesty I cannot remember why we spoke at all. I remember there was an exchange of pictures, much hesitation on my part. To me he was the jock of the school while I was the lowly Band Geek who only knew him from the football games we were both attending but for different reasons. Then all contact was lost and I thought all was well. I thought wrong.

A few months down the road I caught up with him again, tossed into the same online group as he was in. Weeks went by when I was neither active or he was not active. Finally one day I realized we do have a thing or two in common and gave him another chance. After speaking with him for a few hours I realized we had a lot in common and the personality I had been given had been all for show. The person I was talking to now, and was getting to know, was actually nice, funny, caring in a sense. 

The months rolled by after we finally got to know each other. His relationship took a turn for the worst and I felt there was nothing I could do to console him. Struggling with self-confidence and such we lost contact for a few weeks again. Late one night we got to talking again though. I learned that his relationship had not been as intense as I once thought it to be. That at the ripe age of eighteen he had not given himself to this girl that he dated. I myself being two years older them him was a bit startled that I had been more exposed to such activities at his age than he was. And he was the jock!

I realized there was something I could do for him, and for myself. The next day I planned a trip to his home town. I was going to show him how little he was missing with his ex and how much he truly did not know of. Perhaps I was in it a little for myself, finding my sex life to have run dry in the past months of my life. Breaking in a virgin seemed just the thing to jump start an adventure.

As my departure day arrived I found myself quite turned on by the idea of meeting this younger version of everything I had ever wanted. I had been sent plenty of pictures of him and knew quite a bit about him. He and I exchanged ideas of what we would want to do to each other once we met up but we had never seriously thought of meeting either. Now I let my fantasies free, let them flood my mind. I thought of his strong and muscular body. I thought of the different ways he had dressed for me, of the different expressions he had. Feeling the first signs of arousal running rampant through my body I carried on in my own thoughts. His playful way of showing off for me, the sweet words he said. I did not want to be involved, I just wanted to show him how to please a woman so that his next girlfriend would be more willing to stick around.

Sitting on the airplane I had mixed emotions. I wanted him to know what it was like to share something with someone...just as much as I wanted to tie him up and have my way with him. I could not wait to see him in real life, the anticipation making me wet already. My nipples hard beneath my thin white shirt. My silk panties causing quite a stir for me while I was confined to a single seat amongst strangers. Finally the plane landed. Now it was time to meet my friend, the object of my affection. 

There in the terminal, sitting where he said he would be, wearing the beanie he knew I loved. He was hunched over some piece of literature and so I took my time looking him over. Adjusting my shorts a bit and making sure I looked fitting for a good time I strode over, standing in front of him so that his first line of view would be my tight thighs. 

Suddenly he looked up, seeming a bit startled at someone in front of him and I feel apprehensive. Then a knowing smile came across his face and he stood, wrapping me up in a hug. His hug had been a bit more than I had ever expected, his arms strong around me, his height being just perfect that were he aroused as I was I would know in an instant. A bit disappointed that I did not feel any other part of him greet me in such fashion, granted he did not know the true reason behind my visit I was willing to forgive him.

Walking next to me I could feel his eyes staring at me and then running across my body. It seemed he did not know what to do and I felt like a young teenager again, walking next to the boy from Science class who had just asked me out but did not know what to do next. He nearly jumped when I pointed out my luggage coming around the carousel and snatched it all up quickly. I could not help but laugh at his eagerness, seeing the soft look in his eyes as he led me out to his car. 

Opening the door for me I could see clearly his strong hands. How often I had imagined those hands across my body, taking of it what they wanted. I smiled at him and slipped in. As he drove I took time to study his face. I remembered thinking back to when I saw some of his first pictures thinking that he looked like he could be a musician. The way his dark green eyes reflected what he was thinking, his thoughtful expressions, and the devious looks he sometimes had. Right now though, all I could see was nervous on top of nervous on his face and I had to smile a bit.

When we got to my hotel I threw my luggage to the closet and flopped onto the bed. He watched carefully and stood rigid a step inside the room. I smiled coyly at him and began to unbutton my blouse a bit.

"..hot in here." 

He answered with a nod, pulling the beanie from his head to reveal the dark hair that I had nearly come over when I was shown pictures of it spiked. My fingers pulled at the buttons and I finally slid my clothing from my shoulders. Still he stood motionless.

Slowly standing I let me hands run across my stomach before lifting them behind him to unclasp my half cup lacy bra, letting it fall to the ground with little sound. His expression changed slowly and I saw him fidget for a moment, his eyes averting and then returning to me, falling into what could have been a stare had I not interrupted it.

I walked to him, running the palms of my hands lightly across my hard nipples to further stimulate them. Wrapping my arms around his neck I pressed myself to him, finally feeling the greeting I had flown for. Gazing into his eyes for a moment I felt a rush of excitement over me. It had been building in my stomach for quite a while and now it released, sending a chill down my spine. I put my mouth to his, feeling his soft lips beneath my own for the first time. Such a spark flew...I knew this was the beginning of something wonderful. Luckily for me he kissed back eagerly, having waken from his mild trance. Soon I was lost within his kiss. Taking his bottom lip between my own I sucked on it gently, feeling my muscles contract and loosen as I stood so turned on. I pressed my tongue inside of his mouth and it was greeted quickly, a roll of his own and then a flick to the tip. He had obviously been practicing or imagining for quite some while. Then I felt his arms wrap around me, pulling me into him.

Pulling from the kiss rather quickly I ran my fingers over his face, the small patch of soft hair beneath his mouth, running my fingers across his lips, up his jawline and wrapping to the back of his neck, leaning in to kiss him again, feeling lost in the moment. Needless to say I was a bit startled when he pulled from me. I could see him biting his lower lip, I could nearly hear him arguing with himself in his head. I slowly started backwards towards the bed again. Unfastening and dropping my shorts to the floor, standing before him in just my silk panties I smiled slyly, beckoning for him to come forth and take me.

Finally he removed his shirt, done rather quickly, revealing all that I thought his chest and stomach would be. This was the first time I had ever caught glimpse of the teal and grey serpent on his stomach and was a bit surprised by it, knowing it would be the object of my loving attention later. Sliding myself on to the bed I lay down and waited for him. He did not take long. His warm kisses started at my stomach and then he jumped to my neck. Soft and slow were his kisses and while I adored how sweet he was being, I knew I could not hold out for as long as this seemed like it was going to take.

Sitting up I pushed him down, straddling him and nipping at his neck quickly. My teeth pinched at his skin as I descended down from his ear to his shoulder. I replaced my nips with kisses and the kisses turned to long sucks against his neck. I took his earlobe in my mouth and sucked on it for a moment before releasing it and releasing a stream of warm air into his ear. I leaned over and kissed his mouth again, wanting to taste of his sweetness before I destroyed the innocence he still had.

My mouth travelled quickly down his neck and shoulders and stopped on his chest, my tongue teasing at his hard nipples, my breasts pressing against his abdomen. I gently bit at them and sucked them, the other one being rolled between my thumb and forefinger. I licked against his chest, long, hungry licks, until I slid far enough down to meet with his stomach. I could feel his cock pressing against his jeans, my tits settling on either side of it. I traced the serpent with the tip of my tongue and then sucked the pattern of the ink. Gently rocking against his body I could again see the expression on his face change, smiling to myself with his new look.

Kissing slowly from the serpent I let my hands quickly unfasten the button holding his jeans together, watching him as I did so. The familiar sound of metal running against metal as I unzipped him I tugged his jeans downward, him more willing than not to help. In front of me was this hard cock, just waiting to be handled from this handsome guy who was laying before me, quite nervously might I add.

I pressed my mouth to it through the cotton of his boxers, breathing hot air through the breathable fabric. My hands rubbed the length of it, admiring its size. I closed my eyes, fantasizing what was soon to come and feeling myself grow wetter with the more I thought. Soon I felt his hands on my shoulders and I pulled his cock from its prison. The skin to skin contact of it and my hands send a shiver down my spine and something through him as I felt him jerk from me momentarily. I glanced up at him and noted his smile before proceeding.

My hands rubbed gently at first, and then stroked upward in a hand over hand motion. I cupped the head of his cock in one hand and quickened my pace with the other, letting it rub in the palm of my hand for a moment. I could see his muscular stomach tighten every time I changed what I was doing to him. My thumb ran across his ridge and I felt him hold his breath. Lowering myself to him I slipped the head of his cock into my wet mouth, sucking softly. I continued stroking his shaft as I did so, increasing the pressure of my mouth, tightening my lips around his cock as my speed began to increase. My hand gripped him a bit harder and then stopped all movement. I allowed more into my mouth, sliding slowly down on it, sucking against it harder and harder as I went, careful to avoid using my teeth. After I had taken half of it in I retreated to just the head again and used my saliva as a lubricant, going back to slowly jerking him off. Pulling him from my mouth entirely I licked the length of him, making sure to flick my tongue against his ridge once more. Feeling him harden more in my hand seemed to have turned me on more than surprise me.

Deciding that he should have his fun too I went back to straddling him, watching as his hands were no long leaden and able to take part in doing to me as I had hoped he fantasized about prior to our meeting. He grabbed at my tits, a bit rough, not that I was one to complain. Pinching my nipples in his fingers I let out a low moan, they had been stimulated for so long it was wonderful to have a bit of relief. He continued to grab at my tits for a bit before leaning up to suck at a nipple, my eyes closing from pleasure. I ran my fingers though his hair and let out another moan, feeling his cock press against me, wanting to take him then, there, at that very instant. Leaning into him I felt as one of his hands slipped and fell between my legs. I could feel his hesitation before pressing his hand against my wet pussy. He dragged his finger lightly against the silk of my panties, driving me crazy and I let him know by digging my fingertips into his skin. It seemed only to drive him, applying a bit more pressure before poking his fingers into the silk. He probed about for a moment, pressing against my clit and sending a moan from my mouth again, one quite unexpected by me, and then sliding down and inserting a finger in me. I ached to have him, all of him, inside of me, fucking me wild but knew I had to wait, to practice patience. He seemed to be thrilled by the reaction I was giving him, making sure to draw everything out longer than anyone on earth. I put my mouth against his neck and sucked as hard as I could. He answered by pushing two fingers into me, sliding easily with as turned on as I was.

Finding I was quite patient, by my own standards that is, I stood from him abruptly and pulled my panties from my body. I sat again, pressing the head of his cock to my opening, letting it slip in just an inch, clenching my muscles around it and then pulling it back out again. I did so again, pushing him in a mere two inches, clenching, and removing. I could see the silent plea in his eyes and knowing I could not keep it up much longer I lowered myself to him, letting his full length inside, a small sigh escaping me, quite surprised by his size. I had seen it, felt it, sucked it, but when it went deep into me it was altogether different. I felt his hands back on my tits and I leaned forward a bit, letting my nipples rub against his chest and I slowly worked my way up and down his hard cock. I worked slowly, trying to let it all build for the both of us. I let all of my motion come from my pelvis alone, pressing into him, pulling a way from him. I felt my own climax build but knowing my first is always my greatest I wanted to hold onto it as long as I could so I pulled away from him far enough that he came out and rolled over beside him, kissing his chest and shoulders, glancing up at him with a playful smile.

Soon I found him on top of me. He had my hands pinned down over my head and in the pillows. He worked his way between my legs and slowly pushed into me. I closed my eyes once more, not believing I was truly here, truly feeling him inside of me. I wanted him to fuck me silly, waited for him to pound into me but he did to me as I did to him and teased me for a bit. Finally, after what seemed an eternity and as I clung to the last bit of restraint I had I felt him pick up his speed. Obviously he was not going to be able to hold out for much longer either. I arched my back a bit so that he had a grand view of my tits, the way they started to bounce against my chest when he increased his speed. He braced himself on his elbows, his hands beneath my shoulder blades and biting into his lower lip as he watched my face, perhaps wondering if this was really alright by me. I felt him watching me, rather than saw, and met my eyes to his.

"I want to be fucked by you, hard. I want to feel everything you have kept inside for as long as you have. I want your cock to explode inside of me...."

From there on out he did just as I had asked. He fucked me harder than I had ever been fucked. He rammed his cock in and out of me and I could hear his heavy breathing, occasionally taking in a sharp breath as he caught glimpse of my tits, or perhaps the look I was giving him. My sheer ecstasy, my orgasm having been built over months at first, and then days, and then hours and minutes, until now, when we were down to the final seconds for me. My hands were in his hair and on his back, my body being pressed up into him, he rubbed against me hard enough to stimulate my clit as well as thrust into me as well as he was doing and with a soft moan building into an audible shout of his name I let go, feeling the warm relief sweep over my body, sending a tingle down my spine, letting my nipples harden once more, my warm cum seeping out of me and just moments after letting go myself I felt him do the same. I felt his cock swell and shoot off inside of me, I felt him pound into me with such force I thought we were going to knock the bed through the wall. Nearly quiet for the entire episode I found myself thrilled at the sound of his own moan of pleasure. I basked in his face, the expression of relief and excitement all wrapped into one. I traced my fingers down his jawline and kissed him softly, glad that I had decided to take my trip. 



Sweet Release



I knock on the door, trembling with anticipation. I take a deep breath of chilly air, filling my lungs with the crispness. I'm impatient. I knock again, and the door is flung open. I smile with relief and gratification. It was starting to get cold. 

Without any words, he pulls me in and closed the door, kissing me passionately and deeply, pressing my body against the wall in the foyer. He takes control of me, wrapping his arms around my waist, greedily tasting me. Already I have began a river.

Without letting me go, we walk to the stairs, me backward, him forwards, taking small baby steps. One step, two, three...goddamn there are too many stairs. I have already taken off his plain white shirt and he is impatiently working the buttons of mine. 

We finally make it to his room, and he hastily pushes me in, closing the door behind him. He presses me to the wall, raising my hands above my head, nipping my lower lip, his pelvis pressed against mine. I feel his cock bulging under his pants and I moan with eagerness.

He lowers his kisses, tasting the sweetness of my body, rubbing his unshaven chin in my breasts, rasping me. I manage my hands free, now able to run my fingers though his hair. I touch the side of his mouth with my thumb, feeling the softness. He kisses me again.

I pull him to the bed, him on top of me. He puts his knee between my legs, pressing gently, making me moan. I'm soaked. He kisses so well, half the fun of our foreplay. My lips are still bruised from the previous lovemaking session days ago. But his mouth, his lips...its all worth it to feel them now.

He manages my shirt and then my pants as he agilely un-snaps my jeans, tugging them off. I wore white panties and matching bra this time, and I was pleased when he noticed. The black light over his bed makes them glow in the dark, and my skin looks tan, a startling contrast which he takes in with his eyes. I self consciously touch my bare stomach, while he looks at me. 

He removes the rest of his clothes and climbs over me, pressing himself on top of me. He is now faced with the challenge of my bra, and instead of unsnapping it from the back, he simply lifts and pulls it over my head. His mouth instantly attaches to my nipple, erect already and standing at attention. He pulls at it gently, pulling it between his teeth, making me writhe. He knows that it makes me cream, and I think he is doing it on purpose.

Again he kisses me feverishly, never seeming to get enough. Its never enough. He runs a hand over my thigh and to the edge of my panties. He slips lower, pressing the tip of his finger at the top of my mound and I arch, my breath catching. He teases me momentarily before sliding fully inside me. He never breaks the kiss.

He presses deeply and then shallowly, swirling in the wetness. He adds a second finger, and I can't breath. He continues the assault on my mouth, he lips bruising mine. I reach for his neck, his back, running my fingers down his body. He flicks the clit and drives his fingers deeper, and within a moment I cum around him. He smiles and withdraws his hand.

"Please," I manage to say, the first thing I have said since I walked in the door. "Please, do it." I whisper. 

He makes a sound in his throat and quickly complies. He first removes my glowing panties, and he reaches between us and plays the head of his cock against my opening, looking me in the eyes, with a look of lust or greed, I couldn't tell which, all the while. 

The first thrust was slow and determined. He sinks in deeply and I throw my head back, a silent scream escapes my lips. He lets out a pent up breath, and withdraws only to sink into me again. I arch into him, letting him fill me. The pace picks up, him rocking into me over and over, a pained look in his face. I look him in the eyes, fueling him on, daring him.

I begin to moan loudly, calling his name, letting him penetrate me deeper still. He kisses me quite, so no one else will hear. I don't care about them. I just don't want him to stop. Oh god, I think I am going to cum again.

He grits his teeth, his arms strained at the side of my head. I feel the rise in my stomach and I know it will be soon. I want him to cum with me. I want to cum around him, squeeze him, pulse him. He leans into me.

"Cum for me." He whispers, kissing my lips again. "Cum for me, cum for me." He says again and again. I can't hold back any longer, and I let myself go, spasming around his cock. I arch my back and my legs tense, and the tremble begins. It lasts for what seems an eternity, but it was only 30 seconds. 30 seconds of pure adrenaline, sensation and emotion. I relax my body, intent now on him. I want him to cum.

I again look into his eyes, and I grab his waist, my hands going to his ass. I scratch his back and arch into him, urging him to let go. I feel him getting bigger with the anticipation and he closed his eyes. He slows for a second before his release and he shivers with the orgasm.

He stops moving and leans in to kiss me. His mouth is sweet, soft and his lips part mine. Gently he kisses, drained from his performance. He lays his head on my chest, breathing deeply. I run my fingers through his hair and kiss the top of his head. He withdraws and lies next to me. We don't even bother putting our clothes back on, we just go beneath the sheets and lay quite face to face. It won't be long until it all begins again.



Sweet Release



It's the perfect ending to a shitty day at work. I hate my job. I'm fed up with the backstabbing bitches I work with. I'm tired of being in the middle of the catfights. I enjoy my job but the environment stinks.

Today was one of the worst days. It took all I had to not quit. That's why I'm here. I guess the only thing keeping me sane is my wonderful and fabulous hot tub out on the back deck. The crispness in the air matches my mood. I pop the top off my ice cold Bud Light and sit it on a table beside the tub. I make quick work of the top and feel the hot steam rising off the water hit my face.

I can feel some of the tension leave my body. Once the top is out of my way, I slide my slippers off my feet and let my robe fall to the ground. I climb the steps and sink down into one of the seats. I press a couple of buttons and the water springs to life, bubbling around me.

I lower myself until just my face is out of the water. It's easier for me to tune out the world when I hear it through the muffled sounds in water. I close my eyes and take a long drink of my beer, letting the stress of today ease from my body. I move slightly to the left and let the hard jet hit more in the center of my back. 

"Mmmm. This feels so good," I say to no one. I take another long drink of my brew before sitting it on the side of the tub. I switch seats in the hot tub that seats three and let the jets slide up and down the center of my back. I place my feet on the jets. I save the best seat for last.

It's the one where I can lie down. It has four smaller jets on the side of my back, two for my neck, one large on in the center of my back and a line of them that hit my calves. I lie there and position the neck jets to hit me hard. I carry the bulk of my stress there and knew I had to release it.

With my eyes closed, I slide one hand down my slick body. I feel my breast bobbing in the water and move my hand over my stomach. When it reaches my clean-shaven pussy, I let it just rest on top of my meaty mound.

I slowly move my hand back and forth. My hips involuntarily move to meet it. My legs spread wide as I slip a finger between my lips and begin rubbing my clit. The waves my body creates bucking against my hand are swallowed up by the larger waves of the jets. 

When I feel the last bit of tension leave my body, I slip a finger into my slit and slide it in and out. My moans sound louder underwater but I don't care. I know I'm in a mostly-secluded area of my yard. I feel my clit and pussy lips begin to swell and I knew it was time.

It's how I usually end my evenings in the hot tub. I turn around on the lay down portion of the tub, my knees placed where my ass should rest. I partially sit back on my heels until I can feel the bubbles from that one strong jet tickle my pussy.

I slowly bring my pussy closer and closer to the jet. The water strokes and teases my clit like no one has thus far. The jet hits me just right I almost cum right then. I force myself to slow my breathing, wanting to savor every moment of this assault on my body. 

I bring myself all the way to the jet and feel my pussy lips spreading apart each time the jet blasts me. I close my eyes and just enjoy how great it feels. My mind is now blank. I'm only thinking of how great that feels on my pussy. 

I rise up out of the water a few inches and reach and grab my beer. After a swig I bring it between my tits, enjoying the cold against the hot. I tip it up and finish before I toss it into trash. I again close my eyes and bring my hands to my tits. I rub and squeeze them. I buck faster and faster against the jet. I pinch both my nipples. I want to rub and touch my clit so bad, but I don't.

With my eyes still closed, I grab the headrest and begin to fuck that jet hard and fast. God it feels so good. I can feel my pussy clinch each time I get close to the jet. I know the end is near. I'm now moaning and gasping for breath.

With one final thrust I bring my pussy all the way to the jet and open my eyes. As the waves of my orgasm wash over me I see you sitting in a deck chair, your cock hard and in your hand. So engrossed in my own pleasure, I didn't hear you come into the backyard.

I move slightly to keep the jet from putting so much pressure and watch you continue to stroke yourself. You look so tasty sitting there with your cock in your hand. I see your hand slide up and down and up down. I'm picturing me kneeling between your legs with my lips pressed against it.

I want to drink your nectar as I see your desire building. I stay in the tub and feel myself getting moist though you'd never be able to tell in the water. My pussy begins to swell as I watch your hand glide over your cock. Each time your hand nears your balls, I can see my mouth on the head, drinking the precum I see glistening by moonlight off of it.

We begin moving as one—me against the jet and you against your hand. I see you throw your head back and I know you are about to cum. 

Without closing my eyes, my hips buck faster and faster against the jet. 

"Oh God I'm gonna cum!" I scream out. My cry sends you over the edge. As I watch your cum squirt from you, I feel my pussy tighten and squirt its release. You open your eyes and stare deep into mine.

I can see your breathing return to normal. Without breaking eye contact with me, you reach down to slide your jeans and boxers back on. You stand and blow me a kiss before walking back the way you came.

I blow you one back and whisper "Thank you for that sweet release," before I slip back into the water.



Sweet Release



I've had too much to drink tonight...I know this. Especially considering that I'm home alone. Drinking always makes me horny...and before I'd even felt tipsy I'd felt the tingling in my sex. The warmth of the blood rushing to my nether region causes me to be acutely aware of the fact that I am home alone, and that there is no one I can turn to in order to satiate my needs. I'm horny. There is no denying it. Though acknowledging this doesn't make me stop drinking....

I'm sitting here at my computer, thinking about how much I'd like you to be here with me, but you're so far away. I imagine your hands on my body, caressing my skin. I reach under my shirt, teasing my senses that have both been heightened and numbed by the alcohol. My nipples perk almost the moment my fingers find them, I love the feeling. I tease them for a while, caressing, playing, pinching, pulling, twisting...I admire the soft pink smoothness gathering into a tight nub at the end of my full breast. I've always loved my nipples being played with, though I love it more when it's someone else, but I close my eyes softly and imagine your hands toying with me. I've gone to get my nipple clamps now...silver rings that pinch around my perked up nipples...keeping them alert and causing just a little bit of pain.

You know how much I like a little pain.

I trace my fingers down my stomach toward the top of my slacks. I'm thinking about stopping. I know you wouldn't allow me to be touching myself if you knew. I'm yours, totally and completely...you tell me when I'm allowed to cum, when I'm allowed to play...when I'm allowed to enjoy myself. But what you don't know won't hurt you...right? And it won't hurt me either...at least...not until you read this...and then it'll only hurt in the way that I like so very much. I slip my hands under the soft grey cloth covering me from the waist down. 

The alcohol is affecting me even more, it's becoming more and more difficult to type coherently...one handed typing is difficult enough without inebriation. I find my panties are wet. I should have known they would be I was so very turned on. I don't even remember really what triggered it. Just thoughts I suppose...of you, of the cuffs...of the vibrator. I slip my hand under my panties. It's hot there, and moist....the smooth skin dampened by my own intoxication. I take another sip of whiskey and slip my middle finger between my lower lips.

Fire...electric fire. It washes over me in waves...both stronger and weaker from the booze. I both feel it and don't...I have to stop typing for a moment...I NEED to touch my nipples. My god that feels so good. I could play like this forever...but you'll be home soon, and I want to be done by then...I need to make this fast. I can't let you catch me with my hand in my pants...not if I want to cum tonight,

I start rubbing my clit hard and fast...dipping my finger down low every so often to gather wetness. I slide over my clit in quick counterclockwise motions. I'm going to stop typing again to touch my nipples....I squeezed the rings down harder, the pain is luscious. I start to moan, moving a second finger to my clit. I can feel the wetness slipping down to my ass, pooling under me as I sit here in my chair. I steal a glimpse at the door, making sure you're not home yet, and then slide those fingers up inside me. rubbing them rapidly in and out, I move my thumb over my clit, stimulating everything I can. I MUST cum before you get home...I've gone too far now and I know you'll keep it from me all week when you read this. 

You don't really mind though, do you? When your toy pleasures herself.....when she reminds you what a bad little cum slut she really is...you know you love it....and love to punish me for it.

I'm close now...so very...I can feel the need burning inside me...I won't be able to hold it back much longer...I hear your car outside...the beep of the alarm locking...just have a few moments now...I imagine what'll happen when you walk in...and that's all I need. Wave after wave of sweet release wash over me as I imagine my punishment. I can feel the muscle of my pussy pulsing around my fingers as I hold them there for a moment.

I can hear your keys in the door...I'm going to leave this up on the computer...you're sure to see it as you walk in. When you're done reading, I'll be in the bedroom...naked, with my favorite vibrator buried inside me...I look forward to knowing what you intend to do to teach your little slut a lesson.



Sweet Reluctance



Authors note: Welcome to my latest story. This is my first entry into this category and on that note, a brief disclaimer. If you're not familiar with my style, I take my time, building the story before I deliver what we're all here to read. If you're a fan of shorter 'stroke' tales, then this story most likely will not be to your liking. Having said that, let's get to it. Lovecraft68

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While watching Tammy fidgeting in front of me, I began to feel a little edgy myself, but for an entirely different reason. Whereas the adorable little brunette in front of me's heart was no doubt quickening due to nervousness, mine was from excitement. For the last couple of weeks, I had wondered if it would come to this, if my cute little coed maid was going to ask a big favor of me. In fact, just last night I had laid there in my bed, stroking to the image of those huge brown eyes looking up at me, while she tentatively took my cock between those perfect lips. Those same lips that were not only perfect for sucking cock, but for putting on an irresistible little girl pout, the kind of pout I lived to see.

I forced myself to play it cool, sitting back in my recliner, sipping at my glass of Jameson's. In the meantime Tammy sat in the other recliner across from me, her hands folded in her lap, looking around evasively, trying to get up the nerve to ask me. Swallowing the smooth whiskey, my eyes wandered down from her long curly black hair, big doe eyes and sweet little mouth, to the less than ample swelling of her tits. Like the proper young lady she was, Tammy wasn't wearing anything revealing. Her white button down blouse was tucked in snuggly, but because her breasts were small wasn't showing much. That was just fine with me though. Not only did I enjoy pretty little tits, but loved girls who didn't dress like sluts. It made it that much hotter to see what they had.

My gaze trailed down from her chest and wandered down past her lap to look at her long well shaped legs. Tammy was wearing a black skirt that was just shy of knee length, but because she was sitting had ridden part way up her thighs. A few days ago however, I had gotten a much better look at what Tammy was hiding under boring clothes. Obviously not expecting me to be home, she had come over to clean wearing a pair of denim cut offs and a skimpy tank top. She seemed self conscious as she puttered around the office while I was pretending to be typing. The sight of her smooth white thighs had me hard at my desk and when she had bent over, I found myself staring at the sweetest little heart shaped ass I'd seen in quite some time. 

The grey tank top showed off her little tits very nicely. She had been leaning over in front of me, and I had been so mesmerized by the sight of the tops of her perky little tits, I let myself get caught looking. I looked up to see her staring at me and was preparing to give her an insincere apology, when she had straightened up and apologized for dressing inappropriately. She explained she had gone jogging and having lost track of the time came to my house without changing so she would be done before I came home. Shifting gears I gave her a wink and told her, "Trust me Tammy, you have nothing to be ashamed of"

She blushed and gave me an nervous giggle that made my cock twitch and caused me to imagine all the other cute little noises I would love to hear her make. My eyes made their way down her shapely legs and ended at her feet. Tammy hadn't come to clean today, and instead of the sneakers she normally wore, was wearing a pair of black sandals. I took a moment to imagine those soft feet with their pink toe nails resting on my chest as I...

"Mr. Daniels?"

I snapped my eyes back up to her face and lowering my glass, smiled at her.

"I'm sorry Tammy, you seem nervous so I figured I would let you take your time."

"Thank you." Looking down at her legs where she must have seen me looking, she tugged her skirt down towards her knees. "Sorry about that."

"About what?" I asked, hoping she would give me another of those preciously innocent answers.

Looking away from me, Tammy didn't disappoint. 

"My skirts a little short and...."

"Please," I waved my hand at her, "First of all that skirt is far from short and honestly," I gave her a deliberate once over. "You certainly have the legs for it, so why not?"

Tammy blushed furiously.

"I....umm, thank you I guess."

"You're absolutely perfect," I told her and meant it. She couldn't be more perfect if she tried and the fact she wasn't made her all the sweeter.

"I don't know about that." She said, "I'm nowhere near as pretty as some of the girls at school and the way they dress," she shook her head. "I could never show that much," she laughed, "Then again maybe that's because I don't have that much to show."

With an effort I avoided asking her to let me be the judge of that and instead took another sip of my drink before replying.

"You know, that's what I like about you Tammy, you're modest."

"No, I think I'm being honest." 

"No," I shook my head. "You're being modest because you're quite an attractive young lady."

I paused and felt my cock stiffening as Tammy's face turned even redder and putting her head down, she looked up at me through her long eyelashes and asked, "Really?"

"Really," I nodded. "And I'll tell you what, maybe it's because I'm older, but I find a girl who leaves something to the imagination far more desirable than a girl who dresses like a slut, it's like they're advertising what they think everyone wants." I gave a mock sigh, "I guess I'm just a sucker for a good girl."

Unable to resist starting the game a little early, I gave her a sly smile and asked, "Are you a good girl Tammy?"

"I like to think so." 

"It must be hard to stay a good girl no?"

"I'm not sure what you mean."

"Well look at you, you must have guys hitting on you all the time."

"Sometimes." She shrugged, "But they're not like you, they'd rather chase the girls that dress slutty."

"Because they're easy." I told her. "They don't have to do anything to get them; those bad girls just give it right up."

Tammy frowned and started looking around again, obviously becoming uncomfortable with the conversation. Speaking of uncomfortable, my cock was bending painfully in my pants, but I had to keep my legs crossed so she wouldn't notice the bulge in my jeans.

"Well I guess that's what guys want."

"Not really." I told her. "Some guys think good girls are more fun, especially when they finally decide to be bad." Giving her a wink, I asked, "Doesn't your boyfriend like when you're bad?"

"I don't have a boyfriend; we broke up a couple of months ago."

Even more perfect! Her not having anyone would be one less excuse if this went where I hoped it was going.

"Oh, that's too bad," I said, hoping I sounded sincere.

"Yeah well, I guess he found the bad girls more fun and dumped me for one."

"His loss Tammy."

"I suppose." She sighed. "He said I wasn't good at being bad, but he said it a lot cruder than that."

"Oh." I said and paused, my mind racing.

Tammy was only nineteen and definitely seemed like the shy type, was it possible....?

"Was he your first boyfriend?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

"First real boyfriend." She nodded. "I went on some dates in high school, but Robert was my first...." She stopped and her cheeks again turned red.

As much as I relished her embarrassment I got her off the hook and asked, "Did you guys date long?"

"Six months." She said. "He was really sweet in the beginning, then after we..." she looked away and I was going to say something else, but she finished. "When he got what he wanted, he didn't stay around."

Oh goddamn! Tammy wasn't more than a couple of months removed from having her cherry popped! Most men my age would be turned off by her inexperience, but my cock was throbbing so hard it was beginning to ache. Although I enjoyed a woman who knew her way around the bedroom as much as any man, what I lived for was girls like Tammy. Young and sweet, more girl next door cute than out right sexy, and most importantly a good girl. Easy women had their place, but there was nothing hotter than making a good girl bad, especially if they didn't really want to. 

For me it was more about the thrill of watching those big eyes and trembling lips as they forced themselves to do whatever I asked. I suppose in the end it was much more about taking their innocence as it was about taking their bodies. In front of me, Tammy had gone back to looking down at her hands, probably wondering how she had gotten herself into an embarrassing conversation and still trying to work up the nerve to ask me for the favor I knew she needed. Rather than ask more embarrassing questions, I decided to let her sit and let her wonder why she'd said as much as she had.

In the meantime, I thought back to the first time I had experienced the game of Sweet Reluctance as I had come to call it. It happened five years ago when my company had to make some cuts. I was asked to trim two people from my department and one of them was a twenty one year old intern named Susan. I waited until the end of the day and asked her into my office. As she sat there looking like she was ready to burst into tears, I explained how sorry I was, but I had to let her go. Susan began begging me to reconsider, telling me how her family was on the west coast and if she lost this job, she might have to move back home.

I genuinely felt bad, Susan was a good employee, but had the least seniority of the group. As she sat there, her head down, I found myself, as I had many other times, checking her out. Susan was a petite little thing, barely five feet and a hundred pounds soaking wet. Despite her small stature, her body was well proportioned. Her tits were on the small side, but looked just right on her, and she had a cute little ass that I enjoyed looking at on days when she wore jeans to work. That day she was wearing a red sundress that showed off her tits and slender, but well-shaped legs quite well.

I was drawn from my perusal of her body, when Susan said the three words that have inspired more porn movies and erotic stories than any other; "Please Mr. Daniels? I'll do anything!"

Initially I didn't think of her statement in that way. I was at work after all, and Susan was a bit of a wall flower and had a reputation as being very sweet, certainly not the stereo typed secretarial bimbo. I shrugged and replied that I really wished I could help her, but I couldn't see what she could do that would affect my decision. Susan had then left me open mouthed when she repeated her statement and standing, slid the straps of her dress down far enough to expose the red bra she was wearing. I almost went with my first reaction which was to tell her to please put her dress back on when the look on her face stopped me; she looked scared.

It dawned on me that she didn't want to have sex with me, that she truly wasn't the type to do such a thing, but she was so desperate that she would be willing to. My eyes dropped to where she was still holding the straps of her dress and I saw her hands were shaking. As I continued to stare I realized with a start that my cock was hard. I wasn't sure where it came from, but I proceeded to tell her to not just undress for me, but to do it slowly. She did as I asked, just as she did everything I asked of her that afternoon. Every time I told Susan to do something, she would hesitate and her lips would tremble. I didn't push and would wait; eventually she would do it, but reluctantly. 

Whenever she would pause and get that look on her face, my cock would twitch. Even better were the small whimpers she would make while sucking my cock, or when I bent her over my desk. The entire time I was having her cater to my whims it was her hesitancy that had me as hot as the actual sex. When we were finished I honored my half of the deal and let someone else go instead of her. I ended up having sex with her on two other occasions, but neither time was the same. I figured out it was because she was less nervous and more confident. It occurred to me that the only thing that had led me to enjoy the first time so much was her reluctance. 

I did the smart thing and told her that we couldn't carry on and she seemed fine with it. In fact our little deal turned out quite well. Susan has since moved up in the company and is doing quite well for herself and I discovered a new passion, because, after that I was hooked. Over the years I have constantly been on the lookout for a chance to 'help out' a struggling young girl. These situations didn't occur often, which made me savor them even more. Because they were so rare a year ago when traveling for business, I went to an escort service and requested a young girl and specified she had to act nervous and demure. 

The girl showed up and looked, and admittedly acted perfect. The problem was even as she looked up at me and pouted when I told her to blow me, I kept coming back to the fact that this girl made a living selling sex and it was just that, an act. So unfortunately my fetish for corrupting sweet young women was very rarely fulfilled. Two weeks ago however, I had begun to get my hopes up. I had met Tammy six months ago through a friend at work who recommended her when my long time house cleaner had to return to Florida to take care of an ailing parent. 

From the first time I met her, I was in absolute lust. Tammy was everything I fantasized about, cute, sweet, shy and absolutely adorable. Many were the nights I lied there playing out my little games with her in my mind, cumming to the image of her submitting that perfect little body to me. Usually I wasn't home when she cleaned, but several times I'd arranged to be so that I could watch her. Once she had been upset about something and unable to resist those sad brown eyes had asked if she wanted to talk. It turned out to be something minor, some issues with school, but at one point her lips were trembling and I yearned to see them trembling elsewhere. To sit back and watch those big eyes get even bigger as I guided and coaxed her to please me. 

I had no desire to be rough or forceful to these little waifs. In fact even from the first time with Susan I found it more exciting to speak to them softly and soothingly. I gently encouraged them to do my bidding, urging them to be a good girl for me. That wasn't to say I wouldn't throw some demeaning remarks in here and there, but I never physically pushed them. At any point if they wanted to stop I would tell them they could, but what a shame it would be that I couldn't help them. I made sure to go out of my way to tell Tammy that if she ever needed anything I would be more than happy to help. Sadly, I had come to the conclusion that my fantasies would stay just that, the girl seemed to have her shit annoyingly together.

Then two weeks ago, I overheard her on her cell phone telling someone she didn't have enough money and could they give her some more time. I was dying to ask her about it, but part of the game was letting them come to me and despite my obsession, I let it go. Three days ago when Tammy came by to collect the fifty dollars that I paid her to come by an hour twice a week, she seemed upset and I asked if everything was okay. Tammy shrugged, and then caused my hart to skip a beat when she told me that because she had worked on the books the first part of the year, her financial aid was not covering all of her next semester and she needed a thousand dollars. Now to many a grand may seem like a lot to pay for a piece of ass no matter how young and tight it was, but I made damn good money and my opportunities to indulge were few and far between. I had no doubt that if the time came, Tammy would be worth every penny.

As excited as I was I kept my cool and asked if she could get it from her parents. She had said they were barely getting by and she had only been in Rhode Island for less than a year and didn't know anyone well enough to ask for help. I was so desperate to get to her, I almost broke my rule and offered, but I thought about how much better it would be when she came to me. Since then it was hard to concentrate on anything except the image of Tammy naked and whimpering on my bed while I showed her how to be a bad little girl. When she had called this morning and asked if she could come by and talk to me tonight, it had been everything I could do not to lock my door and jerk off in my office. I held off however, as I wanted to be horny all day so that cute little Tammy would receive quite the load when she earned her favor.

Speaking of that favor, it still hadn't been asked for yet. Tammy was still looking down and much as I enjoyed anticipation, my cock was not only throbbing, but I could feel a wet spot in my underwear, from its dripping. Putting my glass down on the table next to the recliner, I cleared my throat. Tammy looked up at me and smiled nervously and not wanting her to lose her nerve I prodded her.

"So as much as I enjoy talking to a cute young lady, I doubt you came by for small talk." I paused as she nodded and then continued, "You mentioned on the phone that you needed to ask me something?"

"I...well," Taking a deep breath seemed to force the words out, "Mr. Daniels, you know how you keep telling me that you like me and think I'm doing really well with my life?"

"I do and I mean it," I smiled at her, "You're really on the right path Tammy, it's good to see, and by the way, call me Josh."

"I'd feel kind of funny." She shrugged, "It's sort of disrespectful."

"Not at all," I waved my hand. "'Mr. Daniels' makes me feel old so I think Iwould rather be disrespected."

"Okay," she gave me a coy little smile, "But you don't look old at all."

"Thank you, but I'm sure you're just saying that," I sighed. "I'm old enough to be your father."

"You look a lot younger than my dad." She told me, "He's already going bald, and you have such nice hair."

I laughed and made a show of running my hands through my still thick black hair that had only a few grays along the sides.

"Tell you what Tammy, if you need a favor, you're off to a great start; you know what they say about flattery!"

Tammy giggled and a thrill went through me, oh how I loved little noises like that.

"So I guess I should tell you that you have really pretty blue eyes then?" she asked. "Would that help?"

Not as much as pouting while you ask if you can suck my cock would, I thought, but out loud answered, "Only if you mean it, if you don't then its teasing and it's not nice to tease Tammy." Because God only knew she's been teasing for months.

"I do." She nodded. "I like blue eyes. So umm, now that I flattered you," she laughed nervously, "I kind of need...."

"What else about me do you like about me?" I interrupted.

"Oh, I..." she stopped as I caught her gaze and winked at her. 

Tammy's eyes widened and she licked her lips nervously. The sight of the tip of that pink tongue sent a thrill through me as did the fact that I was pretty sure she was trying to figure out if I were joking or not.

"Well, I think you're very nice. You're always smiling when I see you and..."

"Who wouldn't smile at the sight of such a pretty young girl?" I asked, trying to keep my eyes focused on hers.

Tammy looked away and started to blush again.

"See, like I said, you're always really nice." 

I laughed softly, at what was a pretty good recovery on her part. I knew I was in danger of pushing too hard, but couldn't resist one more try.

"I don't mean personality, I mean appearance, you like my hair and eyes, anything else?"

Tammy shook her head.

"I'm not sure what you mean Mr... Josh."

"You know what I mean Tammy." I told her, then putting my finger up continued, "Tell you what, you said you needed to ask me something, but it's my house and I'm going to ask you something first okay? I mean fair is fair right?"




Sweet Reluctance



"I suppose," she said dubiously.

"Okay, here we go," Taking my hands, I placed them on my chest. "Tammy, do you think I'm attractive?"

"I..." she frowned. "I'm not sure I should answer that."

"Why?" I prodded, "You afraid to hurt my feelings?"

"No, but I know you and like, you're older and..."

I rolled my eyes.

"You're losing your flattery points!" I laughed, and then said, "Looks aren't about age Tammy, someone is good looking or they're not. Now, let's try it this way, picture that you don't know me or how old I am or anything like that, you see me in a club what's your first thought?"

"You..." she looked away and said softly, "I think you're a nice looking guy, you're in good shape and you have those blue eyes and a great smile." She stopped and still not looking at me sighed, "Josh, can I talk about why I'm here now?"

"A deal's a deal," I told her, "Go ahead, hon what can I do for you?" More importantly what will you do for me?

"Remember I mentioned a few days ago that I needed money for next semester?"

I nodded, fighting to keep a neutral expression on my face as my fantasy became one step closer to reality.

"I've asked everyone I know and no one has that kind of money. I tried the banks, but I don't have any credit and I..." 

She trailed off and now that I was assured of my chance to play the game, asked softly,"Tammy, are you asking to borrow a thousand dollars?"

She stopped and to my delight I saw her lower lip began to tremble. I was going to say something soothing to let her know it was open, but before I could, she blurted out, 

"Mr. Daniels I know it's a lot of money and I have a lot of nerve asking, but my Mom and Dad don't have anything and I don't know anyone else!"

She stopped and I had to pause, to insure that I could sound hesitant.

"You're right, that is a lot of money."

"I know it is," she said softly, "But I'll pay it back, I promise I will!"

The lip was trembling again and I paused to savor that delicious sign of how upset she was. Letting out a deliberate sigh, I shook my head.

"I don't see how, you don't make a lot of money," I shrugged. "I would be waiting a long time to get it back."

"I'll figure out a way, I'll get a second job!" she said, her voice beginning to crack.

"You know Tammy, maybe you could just take on-line courses for a semester, and you won't need as much aid so you'll be covered." I fought not to smile when I finished. I already knew how the system worked.

"But if I don't go to classes, I'll lose my student housing and then I won't have a place to live!" 

Putting her head down, she looked up at me through her long eyelashes and whispered, "Please Mr. Daniels? I'll have to leave school and go back home!"

My cock, which had calmed down as we had been speaking, immediately rose to attention as I looked into her distraught brown eyes. Not for the first time I wondered if there were something wrong with me, but as always shrugged it off, there was nothing wrong with a game of give a little get a little.

"Here's the thing Tammy," I began quietly. "I know you would try to pay me back, but you would end up in trouble that way as well."

"What do you mean?" 

"Think about it, you don't make a lot of money and you do have to pay some rent and buy food, put gas in your car, if you have to pay me back so much a month where does it come from? If you pay me you'll be falling behind on other things."

"Well," she frowned, "Maybe I can clean your house every other time for free until it's paid off." She nodded. "That would be a hundred a month."

"But then how will you live without that hundred?" 

Tammy paused and undaunted, continued her effort.

"I'll get a second job and use that money to pay you off."

"And lose time from your studies," I pointed out. "Part of your aid is based on grades I'd imagine, so again this could affect you negatively."

"Well..." she started, but I put my hand up to stop her.

"Tammy understand something, I've made a lot of money as a financial planner. I make that money by telling people what they can and can't afford to do. You can't afford to borrow this money. It will end up causing as many problems as it will solve, understand?"

She looked at me and another sick surge of excitement went through me when I saw those big brown eyes filling with tears. Tammy looked as if she were going to say something, then stopped and stood up.

"You're right I guess." She said, bravely trying not to cry as she spoke. "Thank you for at least thinking about it."

"Tammy, I..." I started, but she went on.

"I'll let you know when I'll be leaving to go back home so you'll have time to find somebody to replace me."

Turning, she began to walk away towards the front door. I let her get a few steps away, to make it seem as if I was thinking and took a moment to admire the backs of her well-toned calves. When she was halfway to the door I called out, "Tammy, I never said I wouldn't help."

Tammy stopped and turning around, looked at me, a small smile on her lips and her eyes now wide with hope.

"You can help me?"

"Well it will be up to you, if I can, but come sit, and we can talk about it."

Her smile widening, Tammy walked back to the recliner, but I raised my hand.

"Come sit here." Leaning forward, I tapped the leather ottoman that was a couple of feet in front of the recliner.

"Over there?" 

"Yes, I'd like to be a little closer while we discuss this."

Tammy shrugged and coming over, sat down in front of me. The ottoman was only a couple of feet high and the perfect height for her to lean over and...

"I didn't mean to upset you Tammy," I began, focusing on it getting to that point, "All I'm saying is that I can't see how we could do this as a loan. That doesn't mean we can't work something out."

"I'm not following," she said. "You said there was no way I could repay you."

"Right, but that doesn't mean that I couldn't give you the money."

"You....you're going to give me a thousand dollars?"

"Yes." I said simply, then putting my finger up added. "But understand that nothing in life is free, so I am going to expect you to earn it."

As I spoke I wondered what her reaction would be. To me the statement was pretty obvious, but Tammy did seem a bit more naïve than the other girls I had done this with. When I finished she looked confused.

"I offered to clean for free and you said that wouldn't work."

"It won't," I resisted the urge to smile. She really was that innocent. "But I was thinking that there is another service you could provide that would allow you to repay me."

I gave her a wink and sat back, waiting for her reaction.

"I don't know what I could do for you besides clean," she shrugged. "But whatever you have in mind, I'm sure I can do."

This time I did smile. I really was going to have to spell it out for her.

"Tammy?"

"Yes, Mr.....I mean Josh."

"I want you to ask yourself something."

"Okay." She leaned forward, bringing herself even closer to where I ultimately wanted her. 

"What do you think a good looking older guy like me would want from a pretty young lady like you that would be worth that kind of money?"

Tammy looked as if she were still confused and started to speak. She then stopped and my smile broadened when her eyes widened.

"You..." she shook her head, "Are you saying that you want too...." She trailed off, but this time I wasn't letting her off the hook.

"Want to what?" I asked.

Swallowing, she whispered, "You want to have sex with me?"

"Exactly," I nodded. "I've wanted you since the first time I saw you Tammy, and bad enough to hand you a thousand dollars in cash right now."

"But... but that's prostitution!"

Unable to help it, I burst out laughing. 

"Oh, Tammy," I exclaimed, once I could stop. "You truly are precious. Maybe it is, but I consider it more a business transaction. You want something from me; I get what I want from you."

"I...I can't." she shook her head. "I'm not like that. And you said you liked that I was a good girl, why would you..."

"I also said that good girls are more fun when they act bad." I reminded her. "I get it," she said laughing nervously, "You're kidding, this is like a test or something." "Does this look like I'm kidding?"

Uncrossing my legs, I put my hand down on my stomach to draw her attention between my legs. Not only was the bulge in my jeans obvious, but I had been so excited that there was a small wet stain visible where my dripping cock had soaked through the material.

"Oh my God!" Tammy said, comically bringing her hand to her face. 

If she had blushed before, it was nothing compared to the beet red color her cheeks quickly turned. Reaching into my pocket, I removed a roll of hundred dollar bills and showed it to her. 

"This is a real offer Tammy."

"I... I can't believe you would want this," she stammered. "I thought you were a nice guy."

I smiled at that, and then shrugged.

"I am a nice guy Tammy, most guys who pay for sex shell out a hundred bucks, I'm offering you ten times that because that's what you need and I want you to stay in school," I smirked, "Don't you want to stay in school?"

"That's not nice at all." She said and to my delight her lips pushed into a pout, "Or very fair."

"Life never is." I told her. "But unlike many girls in your position, I'm giving you a chance to help yourself. This is a more than fair offer Tammy."

"But you could be nice and let me earn it another way and..."

"Okay, so maybe I'm not so nice, but what I am is the only person who can help you and I'll be more than happy to, after you help me."

"I...I'm not a slut Mr. Daniels." Tammy said shaking her head. "I feel bad you think I am."

"I know you're not a slut Tammy." I told her, leaning forward and trying not to smile as she leaned back. "That's why I want you, I don't want what everyone else has had, I want a good girl."

"A good girl wouldn't do this." Taking a deep she shook her head and said "I won't do it."

"Okay." I told her, slipping the money back in my pocket, "Maybe you can get it somewhere else." 

"Even if I can't, I won't be a whore." She said indignantly.

Standing up, she continued.

"And I don't think I should come back here and clean, I... I don't feel right about being here anymore."

"Well that's your choice Tammy." I said softly, "Best of luck to you."

"Thank you." She nodded and turning away took a couple of steps towards the door.

I frowned, wondering if she were really going to walk out. So far I had never had a girl turn down my offer, but maybe I underestimated how good Tammy was. As she walked slowly away, I wondered if I could try to change the offer to just a simple blow job. No, it would most likely be all or nothing with her and it was looking like I was getting nothing. I looked down at my crotch, resigning myself to the prospect of jerking off rather than getting the real thing. It then hit me that I hadn't heard the door. Looking up, I saw Tammy had stopped halfway to the door and was standing there with her head down. 

Turning back around, she slowly walked back towards me. Her head was down and I felt my heart begin to pound when she sat back down on the ottoman. Bringing her head up to look at me she asked softly, "Would it only be once or would you expect it every time I came to clean for you?"

"Just tonight." I assured her, feeling my again begin to rise. "Like I said it's a very fair deal."

"I...don't want to." She said, her lower lip trembling, "But I...I need the money."

That could not have been said better! I swallowed hard and shifted slightly to give my aching cock more room. Tammy made it ache even more when, her brown eyes looking into mine, she asked, "Are you really going to make me do it?"

"I'm not making you do anything Tammy, you either will or you won't, choice is yours."

"I just don't understand why you want me to."

"Because you're young and beautiful." I told her. 

"You could get sexier women than me." She said. "Besides I...." looking down she whispered, "I'm not really very good at it."

"Oh, come on now," I laughed. "You're nineteen Tammy, you know how to have sex."

"I've only done it with one guy, and he said I wasn't very good at it."

"That's okay," I said quietly, "I'll tell you exactly what to do."

She didn't respond and I continued.

"See Tammy, I love that you're innocent, that you're not some easy little pig. The fact that you don't want to is exactly what I want. I live to see good little girls like you act like nasty little sluts."

"I'm not a...."

"We've talked enough." I cut her off. "I promise that it will just be once, and that I won't hurt you, but I'm losing patience. You can act like a little girl and leave, or you can earn what you need."

"Please don't be mean like that." She asked, her lip trembling even more.

"Then act like a grown up." I snapped, even though she was acting just fine for my tastes.

Pulling the money out, I slowly counted out ten hundred dollar bills and put them down on the coffee table. Tammy looked at the money, then back at me, before taking a deep breath.

"O....okay Mr...."

"For this you'll call me sir." I told her. "Now take off your blouse."

"But...."

"No buts Tammy, time to act like the bad little girl I know you can be." I pointed at her chest "Now take that off and show me those pretty little tits of yours."

She looked at me and my cock swelled seeing that not only were the lips trembling, but her brown eyes looked as if they were filling up. 

"Do I..."

Rolling my eyes, I reached out and made to pick up the money. 

"Okay!" She said.

Reaching up she began slowly unbuttoning her blouse. I saw that she wasn't go slow to tease, but because her hands were shaking and her fingers fumbling with the buttons. I sat back in the chair and smiled as she worked her way down the blouse. When she reached the last button, I noticed she was holding the shirt together. Putting my hands up, I mimed opening my own shirt. Lowering her head, Tammy opened the blouse, exposing a cute pink lace bra.

"All the way off."

Tammy nodded and I said. "Say yes sir."

"Y...yes sir." She said softly as she slid the shirt from her shoulders and dropped it to the floor

I licked my lips as I took in her soft creamy skin and admired how good her black hair looked against it. My eyes trailed down to her tits, "Now the bra."

Tammy didn't move and I sighed loudly.

"Okay, why don't we just forget this, I'm not going to keep repeating myself."

"Sorry sir." 

Putting her arms behind her back, Tammy unhooked the bra and as she started to pull the straps down her arms I said, "Look at me when you do it."

After a brief hesitation, she lifted her face and I could feel my cock oozing at the look of shame in her eyes. As good as her eyes looked; I dropped my gaze to where her trembling hands were sliding the bra off. I let out a breath as I set my eyes on the most adorable set of little tits I'd ever seen. They were even smaller than I had imagined, not a whole lot more than a mouthful, but they were perky, perfectly round and featured nipples so pink I could barely see them against her skin. Part of why I could barely see them was that they weren't erect. The fact that she wasn't turned on fed my fire, but before I pushed further, I breathed out.

"Tammy they're beautiful."

"They're...little." She whispered.

"They're perfect just like you." I assured her. "Now show them to me."

"I...I am showing them to you." This came out in what could only be described as a frustrated whine that sent a shiver though me.

"No Tammy," I cupped my hands and lifted them. "Show them to me."

"I...yes sir." 

Tammy obediently placed her hands under her tits, lifted them slightly. I took a moment to savor the sight of her pink fingernails on her white skin, before saying, "Now play with them."

"I...I can't do that." She shook her head. "I won't."

"Fine." I said and reaching over to the stack of money took one of the hundreds and tossed it at her feet. "Then get dressed and leave. I think a hundred is fair for a look at your tits."

She looked down at the money and whispered, "I...I'm not a whore."

"Today you are." I said simply. "But not for money, but your future. It's sex or dropping out of school. Now play with those pretty little nipples of yours or go home and start packing."

"Please." She begged her brown eyes shining, "I don't..."

She stopped as I pointed at her shirt. 

"Get dressed and..." I stopped as placing her hands back on her tits, Tammy started rubbing her thumbs over her nipples.

" "There you go Tammy," I said approvingly, " Just like that."

"Yes sir." She said in a barely audible whisper.

I watched transfixed as her pink nipples hardened. I noticed each one of them turned up slightly and my mouth began to water at the thought of what I wanted next.

"Stand up."

Tammy slowly stood up and I was thrilled to see that she was still fondling her nipples. Sitting up straight, I beckoned to her with my finger. Putting her head down again, Tammy stepped forward and I found my face inches from her tits. I reached for them, but she quickly stepped back.

"Mr...I mean Josh," she began. "I really don't..."

"I'm not going to give you another chance Tammy." I said firmly. "Come back over here and the next time you stop we're done. You've had those little tits sucked on before and you know it."

"But he was my..."

"Your what, boyfriend?" I laughed. "Give me a break, sex is sex whether you think they love you or not. Trust me, I'll be a lot better to you than some frat boy, that is if you grow up and get over here."

"I...yes sir."

She stepped back up to me and replacing her hands with my own, I let out a breath as I cupped them. Tammy looked away and I could feel the tenseness in her body while I gently squeezed her firm tits. My heart pounding and my cock throbbing, I took her hard nipples between my fingers and began to roll them between them. Tammy gasped and as I continued to lightly toy with her perfect nipples I noticed she had begun to breathe heavier. 

"Does that feel good?"

"I...I guess so I... ow!"

Tammy let out a delicious little yelp as I gave her nipples a light pinch.

"It's yes sir, remember?"

"Please don't hurt me sir!" she pleaded. "Please don't be rough with me."

"Let's try again." I managed to get out as my own breathing was picking up. "Does that feel good?"

"Yes sir, it does."

"See, I knew you were a bad girl."

"No, I'm..."

"Letting me play with your tits for money." I smiled up at the distraught look on her face. "I think that's pretty bad don't you?"

"I...yes sir." She whimpered.

"Good girl." I told her and leaning closer, flicked my tongue across her right nipple.

Tammy gasped and pulled back, but before I could speak, leaned forward again. 

"You're learning." I said softly. "Such a good bad little girl."

I gave her nipple another quick lick, before sucking it into my mouth. Tammy gasped again as I began sucking on it while my fingers played with the other. I swirled my tongue around her swollen flesh and fought not to moan in pleasure at the feeling of her young firm tits in my hands and mouth. I switched nipples, getting another gasp from her as I started sucking harder than before. Tammy was breathing through her mouth and my already rock hard cock seemed to expand even more as I swore that those breaths were mixed with a couple of faint moans. 

Continuing to enjoy her nipple with my tongue, I let go of her tits and sliding my hands down her soft flat stomach reached around her waist, to remove her skirt. Finding the zipper I slowly pulled it down, and this time lost the battle, emitting a moan around her nipple when she whimpered as I unzipped her. Moving my hands back to her hips, I tugged on the loose fitting skirt and easily slid it down her legs. Once it was past her knees I let it go and as it fell to the floor, placed my hands on the back of her tight calves. I sighed around her nipple when I felt her legs were trembling and began slowly sliding my hands up her smooth skin.




Sweet Reluctance



Removing her nipple from my mouth, I looked down and saw that the panties matched the bra, I didn't imagine that she would wear thongs and I had been right. The panties did feature some lace in the front and a cute little pink bow, adorable just like the rest of her. I also noticed that Tammy's arms were by her sides and her hands clenched into fists as my hands made my way up her thighs. 

"Put your hands on my shoulders." 

Tammy did as I said and I could feel them shaking. Opening my mouth wide, I took almost her entire tit into my mouth and started sucking hard. She let out a shuddering breath, then a precious little yelp, as reaching her ass; I gave it a hard squeeze. Another groan sounded in my throat as I massaged the tight cheeks of her ass, loving the way each one fit perfectly in my large hands. I started sucking harder on her tit and as I spread her ass open, felt her fingers dig into my shoulders. Sliding my hands down her cheeks, I worked my fingers between her closed legs to her inner thighs. 

"Open your legs." I said around her tit.

She didn't move and pulling my hand back, I gave her ass a quick slap. I didn't hit her hard, but was rewarded with another of those little yelps.

"Sorry sir." She said, causing my eyes to roll as she shifted her feet and opened her legs a few inches. 

Moving my hands, I placed the right back on her tit and started toying with her nipple again. My other hand slid around to the front and placed it on her upper thigh. I moved it higher and Tammy's breath caught as the edge of my hand grazed her panties. It was everything I could do not to shove my fingers into her panties and inside of her, but the game was about her reluctance and my anticipation, I wouldn't lose control. Still tonguing her nipple, I began sliding my hand back and forth, rubbing it against the crotch of her panties. She wasn't wet, but that would be a matter of time as I couldn't help but notice that she was breathing through her mouth. I pressed harder against her pussy and she emitted a sound that was a cross between a whimper and a moan.

I wanted to whimper myself as I could feel the heat of her pussy through the panties. I started rubbing faster and smiled around her nipple when her fingers dug harder into my shoulders. Turning my hand over, I started rubbing with two fingers, pressing hard enough to push the material up between her lips.

"Oh, oh," she panted, her fingers squeezing my shoulders hard enough to make me wince. 

That little bit of pain was nothing compared to the thrill I got when I felt her hips start to rock into my hand. I switched nipples again, getting another gasp from her as this time I all but attacked her tit, taking as much of her soft flesh into my mouth as I could. My fingers were moving faster as well and to my delight I could feel her panties starting to become moist. There was no doubt that her hips were moving faster as well and moving my fingers over, I began to work them into her panties. Tammy's hips stopped moving and I felt her tense up again as I deliberately kept my fingers still.

"You like me playing with your pussy?" 

"I...I don't know." She whispered.

"Oh, please, you're getting wet you naughty little thing."

"I..."

"Tell me to play with your pussy." I said, looking up at her.

"Please," she began, her lip pushed into that precious pout, "Please just do what you want; I...can't talk like that."

"Then we stop." I said with a shrug. "Too bad, because you were enjoying it and you know it."

Tammy was silent and I forced myself to sit there and not touch her. I could feel her thigh trembling against my hand and said, "Well I think you've earned about two hundred so far, so if you think you can..."

"Sir, please play with my p..." she paused then whispered. "Pussy."

"This pussy?" I slid my fingers further into her panties.

Tammy whimpered and that noise covered up my own small sound of pleasure as my fingers slid across her soft, wet and very smooth flesh.

"Y...yes, my pussy." She managed to get out. "Please..." she stopped, then taking a deep breath spoke quickly, "Please play with my pussy I...I like it."

"Oh what a bad little thing you are." I told her.

She started to say something, but it turned into a squeal that caused my already dripping cock to ooze even more, as I pushed my fingers through the wet folds of her pussy. She was indeed completely smooth and fastening my lips back onto her nipple, I quickly slid my fingers back and forth along her slick flesh. Tammy was whimpering and her fingers gouging into my shoulders. I slipped one of my fingers inside of her and as she yelped, gasped at how incredibly tight her pussy was around my finger. I immediately began to pump it in and out and Tammy gasped,

"Easy, please go easy! I.... Ow!"

Tammy cried out as I shoved my finger knuckle deep into her tight young hole. I left it there and panted around her nipple as she squirmed against it, making small sounds of discomfort. I eased my finger back, and then jammed it back in hard. Tammy cried out and whimpered, "You said you wouldn't hurt me!"

"It won't hurt once you get used to it." I told her, somehow keeping my voice under control. "Open your legs more and lean over."

Tammy groaned, but spread her feet further apart and leaned her weight onto my shoulders. I started thrusting my finger in and out of her enjoying the small yelps she released each time I shoved it in. I slid out and placing another finger next to it, begin to work them both in.

"No," she moaned, "Oh, please sir that...." She trailed off into a long drawn out whimper as I pushed both fingers up inside. 

I held them still; allowing her pussy to spread around them and after a moment began pumping them, but slowly this time. Tammy's nails were digging in so hard I wondered that if even through the shirt she was drawing blood. Her hips were moving again, but this time against me, trying to pull back as I pushed in. I let her get away with it; fact was I was totally caught up in how she was. Whoever her boyfriend was he couldn't have been too big and certainly hadn't fucked her much, because she was moaning in discomfort just from my fingers. The thought of what it was going to be like to work my cock in there was more than I could bear. My cock had been hard and aching for the better part of the last half hour and it was time for Tammy to really start to earn her money.

Removing my fingers from her pussy, I looked up at her and made a show of sniffing them. As her eyes widened, mine rolled back as I took in her sweet scent. Placing one finger in my mouth I sucked on and this time closed my eyes, savoring the taste of her sticky juice. Standing up in front of her, I placed my finger in front of her face.

"Suck on it." 

Tammy shook her head and reaching out I grabbed the back of her hair. I didn't pull, but held it tight enough to keep her head still. Looking her in the eye, I spoke softly.

"I told you Tammy, if you don't start listening, its back home to the folks. Now go ahead and suck on my finger." I smiled, "Get some practice, because you know what's going in your mouth next."

Tammy's eyes grew even bigger and a soft whimper escaped her lips as I'm sure she was envisioning what was coming next. She continued to hesitate and I was wondering if the game was over, but much to my pleasure, she opened her mouth partway and closed her eyes. I gently slipped my finger into her mouth and sighed as I felt her tongue slide around my finger tip.

"Don't lick, suck." I told her, already planning on saying it again, but about my cock. "Show me how bad you can be."

Closing her soft lips around my finger, Tammy started to suck it in and out of her mouth. I closed my eyes again, enjoying the feeling of her tongue sliding along my finger and imagining it elsewhere. Opening my eyes, I removed my finger and asked, "How do you taste?"

Giving me a dirty look that made me smile, she replied. "Good sir, I taste good."

She had said it with a tone that sent another thrill through me. Not sure why that had gotten to her, but wasn't complaining. But out loud I said.

"Watch how you answer me Tammy, if I don't like your tone, I'll make you practice until its right."

"Sorry sir." She said, putting her head down.

"Now unbutton my shirt."

Tammy reached up and I swallowed hard against my quickening breath as her small fingers began working on my shirt. As they had with her blouse, her hands were shaking and while she worked her way down I started playing with her nipples again. She flinched at my touch, but didn't pull back. By the time she reached the last button, her nipples were hard again and her face was flushing. Apparently she enjoyed her nipples being played with; in fact she hadn't seemed to mind my initial playing with her pussy. It was my telling her what to do that was getting to her, which was just perfect for me. Tammy pulled my shirt from my pants and placing her hands on my shoulders stopped.

"May I take your shirt off sir?"

"I like that Tammy." I nodded. "That's the way to play, no bullshit, just you being a good little," I smirked, "Slut"

I again saw that flash of anger in her eyes, but as she slid my shirt from my shoulders she whispered, "Yes sir."

"Yes?" I asked. "So you admit you're a little slut?"

"I...I'm a slut sir. I'm whatever you say I am." 

"Good." I told her, "Now what would a slut do next?"

She dropped my shirt to the floor and closed her eyes. Her lips had that precious tremble going again and her breath was coming in short little gasps as if she were ready to cry. I started to tell her what to do, but stopped as she slowly sank to her knees. I looked down at her kneeling in front of me and felt my heart begin to beat faster as it hit me that this would be the point of no return, if she didn't quit now I would have whatever I wanted. From the looks of things I was going to get what I wanted as without being told, Tammy's hands began to fumble with the snap to my jeans. Her hands were trembling so badly that it took her three tries to get them undone. I saw her take a deep breath then with a quick jerk she pulled my zipper down. I thought about telling her that she hadn't asked, but decided to just let her go, I was too close to getting what I wanted to push too hard.

Instead, I remained silent, watching her stare at my stomach as she tried to work up the nerve to continue. Her hands came up, grabbed the sides of my jeans, but stayed there.

"Go ahead Tammy, keep going." I said quietly, "You know what I want."

"Yes sir."

Turning her face away, Tammy tugged my jeans over my hips and slowly worked them down to the floor. When she had them all the way down, I lifted one foot at a time and she obediently slipped them all the way off. Coming back up, Tammy kept her head to the side, deliberately avoiding looking at the bulge and huge wet stain in my black underwear. Again I decided to let her work herself up to it rather than push. She nodded as if telling herself she could do this and after another deep breath, turned to face my crotch. 

"It's so wet." She said softly.

"That's because I've been thinking about this." I answered. 

Tammy looked up at me and the sight of those pleading eyes caused my cock to jump. 

"Yes," I said to her unspoken question. "You have to."

Tammy looked down and grabbing my underwear, slowly pulled them down. I was so hard that when she pulled my underwear over it, my cock sprang straight up. I was dripping to the point some of my sticky pre cum flew off of it and hit Tammy in the cheek. I gasped as I couldn't have planned it any better and the look of disgust on her face was priceless. She jerked back and her hand immediately went to her cheek.

"Leave it there." I snapped harshly enough that she froze. "That's exactly where it belongs," I grinned. "All over that slutty little face of yours."

"Y...yes sir." She answered.

I sat down in the chair and gestured for her to come closer. Tammy slid on her knees until she was directly between my legs. Her eyes were fixed on my rather sizable cock and I saw her swallow hard as she imagined it going inside of her.

"Are you just going to stare at it?" I asked.

Tammy closed her eyes and I could tell she was trying to tell herself she could do it. Opening her eyes she reached out and I licked my lips in anticipation of her touch. Her hand stopped and looking up she whispered, "Please don't make me do this."

"Tammy, stop your whining and grab my fucking cock." I told her. "I'm tired of you playing games, if you didn't want too you would have left. So stop pretending you're anything but a little slut and do as you're told."

"You said you wouldn't be mean," she pouted.

"I said I wouldn't hurt you." I rolled my eyes, "Tammy just be a good girl and grab my cock."

Tammy's eyes left mine and refocused on my throbbing cock. Her hand slowly went to the base of my shaft and I bit back a moan as her hand closed around it. Between the fact that I was above average in size and how small her hand was, her fingers couldn't wrap all the way around it. 

"Squeeze it."

Tammy did as I asked and I did moan as a squirt of precum sprang from the tip of my cock. She pulled her head back away from it, but kept her hand around it. 

"Stroke it."

Tammy began working her hand up and down the length of my shaft and when she got to the top my hips twitched as she twisted her hand around the head before sliding back down.

"Oh so you've given a hand job before haven't you?"

"Yes sir." She replied as she started stroking faster.

I leaned back in the chair and sighed as she jerked me off. She still had that deer in a headlights look , but seemed to be gaining confidence as she stroked me. 

"That's nice Tammy," I told her, "You're good at being bad aren't you?"

"I'm your bad girl sir."

Damn, that was perfect! 

"Use your other hand on my balls."

Tammy brought her hand up and I groaned as she cupped my balls and started caressing them with her fingers while she continued to pump me. Oh, yes little Tammy had done this before. I let her stroke me for another minute, enjoying the look on her face as it dawned on her that maybe I would cum like this. Unfortunately she was on track with that thought as I was so excited it wouldn't take a lot more for me to blow my load. 

"Stop."

Tammy gave me one more pump then looked up at me.

"Was that bad sir?"

"Not at all." I told her. "But I can jerk myself off." I smiled as she lowered her eyes. "Take my cock and rub it on your face."

Tammy paused and started to shake her head. My hand went for the money and she immediately turned her head, and leaning forward, started sliding the head of my cock along her soft cheek. I felt my cock jump in her hand at the sight of her face being coated with my sticky cum. Tammy had her eyes closed and the look on her face was almost as good as the sight of my cock against it. Turning her head, she repeated the motion, rubbing me along that side of her face. 

"Not just the tip, the whole thing." I told her.

Tammy slid her face forward so that the length of my shaft was against her face and I felt a thrill go through me at how big my cock looked against her. 

"Okay." I said.

Tammy pulled her head away and I took a moment to admire how good her glistening cheeks looked, before telling her, "Open your mouth and put out your tongue."

With an air of resignation that caused more cum to drip from my swollen head, Tammy opened wide and put her small pink tongue out.

"Press the head of my cock against it."

Her eyes closed and her face scrunched up in distaste, she placed my cock against her tongue. The feeling of her soft wet flesh caused my hips to twitch and press harder against her. 

"Rub it across it." I whispered, not trusting voice.

Tammy obeyed, her eyes still closed and that disgusted look on her face. Reaching down, I put my hand around my cock just over hers and gave it a squeeze. Tammy gasped as some of my pre cum suirted into her mouth and she jerked back. As she did a trail of my sticky fluid appeared between my cock and her mouth and I wished I had made a camera part of this deal. Tammy opened her eyes and as she looked up at me I smiled. 

"Now swallow it."

Tammy looked as if she were going to speak, then, her shoulders slumping in defeat closed her mouth and grimaced as she swallowed.

"Good girl." I told her. "Now, put it in your mouth and suck me off."

Tammy started to shake her head, but saw me shaking mine and pointing at the money. Pushing herself up higher on her knees, She bent her head over the tip of my cock and then hesitated.

"Sir, I...I don't really know how to..."

"Oh, knock it off." I snapped. "Don't try to say you've never sucked your boyfriend's cock." 

As she paused, I began to wonder if Tammy's boyfriend had a good reason to dump her.

"I only did it a couple of times and not..." she began, "Not all the way, and you're," she shook her head, "A lot bigger."

This was too good to be true! I was going to be the first man to cum in that precious little mouth. 

"It's not hard Tammy; just put it in your mouth." I smiled wickedly. "Or you can just hold your mouth still and I'll fuck your face."

"No sir, I...."

I thrust my cock into her hand and with a look of utter helplessness; Tammy opened her mouth and slowly took the tip of my cock into it. I moaned softly at the feeling of her lips sliding past the tip and about a third of the way down my shaft. Tammy closed her mouth and very slowly started to bob her head. I moaned again as much from the vision of seeing my cock disappearing into her mouth as how good it felt. Her hands were moving as well, and reaching down I grabbed both of her wrists and placed her hands on my thighs.

"No cheating, just use your mouth."

Tammy whimpered something around my cock and the sound was as good as the visual. I sighed contentedly as Tammy slowly blew me. She wasn't going fast enough to do a lot more than tease, but right now I was enjoying the show. Tammy was doing better than I thought she would, she was keeping her tongue pressed to my shaft and her soft lips were wrapped tightly around me. As she sucked I saw her pink lipstick smeared around my cock and thought that life couldn't get much better than this. 

"Take it deeper." I told her.

Tammy went down about another inch, but on the way back up, removed it from her mouth.

"It's too big." She panted.

"Then open wider." I smirked at her. "Now get back to being a good little pig and suck my cock."

"I'm not..." Tammy stopped and looking at my cock, whispered, "Yes sir."

I had to wait to speak as a moan escaped me when she took my cock quickly back into her mouth and indeed did manage to take me deeper than before.

"That's right," I said softly, "You can't deny you're a little pig, at least not now. Look at you sucking my cock for money." I laughed. "Good girl my ass, you know exactly what you're doing."

I gasped as Tammy started sucking me faster and it occurred to me she was getting mad.

"Don't like that do you?" I asked. "Don't like being called a little slut? Too bad because that's exactly what you are."

Tammy whimpered around my cock again, but caused me to moan as she was now going more than halfway down. I stopped talking as her head began to bob faster and I could feel my hips rocking against her mouth as she was now giving me a surprisingly good blow job.

"You've done this before haven't you, you little liar."

I laughed as still sucking; she shook her head and whimpered around my hard cock.

"Well then I guess you're just a natural born cocksucker."

Tammy's answer was to speed up more and to my amazement she began taking me even further than before. The only thing wrong with what she was doing was her eyes were closed, but I could fix that.




Sweet Reluctance



"Look at me."

Tammy kept them closed and reaching down, I grabbed a handful of her hair.

"I said look at me."

Her eyes flew open and I nodded as my eyes locked into her big brown gaze. She continued to suck and quite well, but the look in her eyes was nothing short of appalled as she continued to work my cock with her mouth. My hand was still in her hair and reaching down, I added the other. Holding the sides of her head I began to gently slide her back and forth along my cock, not forcing, but guiding her. My heart was pounding and I could feel my thighs starting to tremble as my eyes stayed focused on hers.

"That's right Tammy," I said softly, switching gears and sounding encouraging, "Just a little bit more, you're doing just fine, just a little bit more."

Tammy whimpered and shook her head. Her eyes had gotten wider and I knew she didn't want me to cum in her mouth. Well that was too bad, for a grand I was going to cum wherever I damn well pleased. I would have said that, but all I could do was begin to moan as she began to move her head even faster. I knew she wasn't getting into it, but was just trying to get it over with. Had I not been so worked up, I would have forced her to slow down, but I had wanted her for far too long and couldn't hold back.

My hips started thrusting into her descending mouth and she yelped around my cock as I pushed it further down her throat.

"There you go you little slut," I moaned, "You suck that cock, you..."

I gasped and then released a loud moan as I exploded in Tammy's mouth. She squealed as my cock began spurting, and pushing against my thighs started to pull her mouth from it.

"Oh, no" I gasped and grabbing her hair, held her head still, "You take every drop."

Tammy stopped bobbing her head and squealed again as I started thrusting my squirting cock into her mouth. He eyes widened even more and she was shaking her head against my hands, whimpering and moaning as my cock continued to fill her mouth. I shoved my cock deeper and after making a gurgling sound, Tammy opened wider and I gasped as I saw some of my cum drool out of her mouth. I'd wanted her to swallow it all, but seeing this was even better. I moaned softly and my hips slowed as the last of my cum dribbled into her mouth. 

I let her hair go and slumped back into the chair. Between my legs, Tammy sat back on her knees, gasping. I watched her, enjoying the sight of her small tits heaving and the look of dismay on her face. 

"You liked that didn't you?" I asked her.

"I....I..." she put her hands to her face and whimpered, "Yes sir."

I smiled, savoring that pathetic little voice, and trying to catch my breath. That had taken the edge off, and now it was time to really get into the game. Tammy had done a better than anticipated job on my cock and I planned on rewarding her and of course, enjoying myself some more as well. Forcing myself to stand up, I reached down to her. Tammy looked up at me, her face beet red and her black hair stuck to her forehead where she had been sweating.

"Take my hand." I said quietly.

With a resigned sigh, Tammy placed her small hand in mine and allowed me to help her up.

"Let's go into the bedroom"

"But I..." she began

"Please don't tell me you think I'm paying a grand for a blow job?" I shook my head. "We're just getting started."

Putting her head down, Tammy turned around and walked slowly towards my bedroom. I followed her, admiring her firm little ass in those cute pink panties. When we entered my room I pointed at the bed and head still down, Tammy walked over to the foot of it and made to climb on.

"Stop where you are." I told her.

Coming up behind her, I wrapped my arms around her small body and cupping her small tits kissed her neck. Tammy stood there, her body tense as I began trailing kisses down her neck and across her shoulders while toying with her nipples. 

"Move your hair for me."

Tammy reached back and pulled her long hair over her shoulder, exposing the smooth creamy skin of her back. 

"You are beautiful." I told her, placing a kiss on the back of her neck.

"Thank you sir." She said stiffly.

"Relax Tammy," I said in her ear as I continued to fondle her perky little tits. "It's your turn to enjoy."

"Whatever you want sir."

That tone was back and I smiled into her skin as I began kissing the middle of her back. I sank to my knees, kissing my way down her spine as I did. From my knees, I could still play with her tits and sticking my tongue out I slid it along the top of her panties. Tammy gasped and I felt her stiffen even more. 

"Pull your panties down."

Tammy didn't move and I gave her nipples a light pinch. After one of those cute little yelps, she hooked her fingers into the sides of her panties and pushed them down her hips. 

"Oh, look at that." I whispered as I took in the sight of her bare ass. "Damn, that's sweet."

"Thank you." She said quietly.

Letting her tits go, I placed my hand on her back and gave a gentle push. Tammy leaned over the bed and after sliding her panties all the way down; I started kissing the cheeks of her ass as I squeezed them. I heard Tammy whimper as my tongue teased the crease between her ass cheek and her thigh and I could feel her legs shaking. Sitting back on my knees, I let out a breath at the sight of her smooth pink pussy winking out at me from between her thighs. Grabbing her ass, I spread her cheeks open and licked my lips at the sight of her tiny pink asshole. Leaning in I plunged my tongue into it and almost laughed at the squeal she released. I pushed my tongue hard against her ass and she moaned.

"Please not there! Please don't!"

Truth was as much as I would like to I had no intention of sodomizing her. There was a far cry from humiliation and sleazy sex to causing real pain. Then again, I thought as I swirled my tongue around that sweet little rosebud, maybe a finger at some point wouldn't be so bad. Tammy was making whimpering noises as I continued to give her, what was undoubtedly her first rim job. Managing to work my tongue into her ass, I brought my hand up and eased a finger into her tight pussy. Tammy groaned as I started sliding it in and out, then gasped as sliding it back, my thumb found her clit.

"Oh!" she cried out as my thumb started rubbing her in slow circles. 

Despite the fact that I had just cum, I could feel my cock stiffening as I continued to tongue her ass and stroke her. Tammy moaned as I pressed harder into her clit and I smiled into her ass, as it definitely sounded much more like a sound of pleasure than distress. 

"Do you like that?" I asked. 

Tammy didn't answer right away, but when she did, I felt my cock rise to full attention.

"Not your tongue, but...your finger...." She paused to gasp, "F...feels nice."

"Good," I said softly, "I want it to, but I like your little ass."

For emphasis, I plunged my tongue back into it and she released another cock hardening squeal. That squeal was then followed with a moan as I pressed my thumb harder into her now swollen button. Tammy's hips were starting to rock into my hand and sliding my tongue down, I paused to take a deep breath, inhaling her sweet sent, before plunging it into her pussy. Tammy cried out in surprise as I shoved my tongue as far as I could inside of her. I started to swirl it around, moaning into her at the taste of her juices. 

"Oh," she moaned, "Sir that...." 

She stopped and released a long drawn out moan as sliding my tongue from her pussy, I trailed it through her wet lips and replaced my thumb with it on her clit. Grabbing her ass, I spread her cheeks open again, but this time to get better access to her sweet little pussy. I ran my tongue back up through the folds of her flesh and again plunged it deep inside of her. Keeping it rigid, I started rocking my head back and forth, tongue fucking her. Tammy moaned again and her hips were thrusting back against mine.

"Please stop," she moaned.

Confused, I did as she asked,

"You don't like that?" I asked.

"I...yes sir, but I... I don't want to like this, I...I'm being a slut and its wrong ad I just want you to do what you want so I can go."

This was getting better and better, I thought, she didn't want to like it. Tammy was trying to justify this whole thing by not wanting any of it, so she could tell herself she was forced to. Well then that worked out even better, because I planned on hearing her cum for me whether she wanted it or not. Leaning back, I said.

"Stand up and turn around."

Tammy did as I asked and I smiled as I was face to face with her pussy as she stood before me. 

"Sit on the bed."

Tammy sat back, and then yelped in surprise as grabbing her ankles, I lifted her legs up, causing her to fall back onto the bed. Placing her soft feet on my shoulders, I leaned between her legs and lightly blew on her clit.

"Please don't sir," She said. "I don't want to..."

"I don't care what you want." I told her. "I'm paying for this pussy and I can do whatever I want."

"But...."

"Stop being an ungrateful slut and just lay back and see how a real man takes care of such a pretty little pussy."

Tammy's reply was cut off by a yelp as I shoved a finger into her pussy and started pumping it in and out. She pushed against my shoulders with her feet and started again.

"Sir I... No!"

Tammy cried out loudly as bringing my other hand up, I placed my finger against her ass. 

"No please don't"

"Then lay back and behave or I'll shove it up there nice and hard and maybe follow it with something else."

"Oh, no." she moaned. "I...I'll be good!"

Removing my hand, I turned my head and kissed her trembling thigh.

"Tell me what you want." I told her.

"I want you to just ...." She yelped as my hand went back to her ass. 

"Try again, you know what I want you to say."

"Sir," Tammy began, in that adorable whimper. "Will you please lick my pussy?"

"I would love to!" I laughed.

If Tammy was going to say anything it was lost in the loud cry that escaped her as wrapping my lips around her clit I sucked it hard into my mouth. Holding it between my lips, I teased my tongue across her swollen flesh while working my finger faster in and out of her pussy. Sliding my other hand up her soft stomach, I found her left tit and began teasing her while lightly flicking my tongue around her clit.

Tammy moaned as I started swirling my tongue in faster circles and her hips were moving in rhythm with my thrusting fingers. Moving it back, I again added a second finger to her, but this time worked it in slower. Tammy let out a delicious groan that was a mixture of pleasure and pain as I eased both fingers deep inside of her. I left them there and began sucking gently on her clit. Her nipple was hard between my fingers and looking up along her body, I moaned into her pussy as I saw that she was watching me and her eyes looked as if she were loving it and hating it at the same time. I winked at her, from between her legs and then watched as her lips parted and a moan escaped as I sucked her clit harder. 

My cock was again throbbing between my legs as I envisioned it entering that pussy that could barely fit two fingers. As much as I wanted to linger between her legs, the thought of fucking her was causing me to start to rock my hips like a horny teenager and I began swirling my tongue hard against her clit. Tammy started moving her hips harder and I could feel her thighs trembling against my shoulders. She was beginning to make small whimpering noises and gasping in between them. 

Looking up at her, I stopped licking long enough to say, "Tell me what you want."

"I...oh, please make me cum sir!"

I felt a surge of excitement go through me as, unless she was becoming a better actress that had sounded damn sincere. I began licking faster and had slowed my fingers so they would feel good rather than hurt. Tammy lifted her hips into my face and let out a long shuddering moan. 

"Yes," she whispered, "Oh, oh please don't stop please don't... oh!"

Tammy's toes dug into my shoulders and as her begging caused me to lick as fast as I could, she let out a long loud squeal that sent a shudder through my cock. Her hips began bucking wildly in my face and her already tight pussy clenched hard around my fingers. I sucked her clit into my mouth and Tammy cried out again, louder than before. I moaned as I could feel her pussy contracting around my fingers as she squirmed and writhed on the bed. Tammy released a long slow whimper that had to be the sexiest sound I ever heard and then with a loud sigh, dropped her hips back onto the bed and let her legs dangle over my shoulders.

I sat back on my knees and after wiping my face, smiled at how wet the back of it was when I looked at it. Standing up, I looked down at Tammy who looked nothing short of amazing. Her eyes were closed and her lips parted as she panted for breath. Her entire body was now covered in a sheen of sweat and her normally fair skin was flushed with passion. I paused and took a moment to enjoy that look and found myself wondering if there was some way to get a second time out of her. By far she was the prettiest girl I had done this with. I pushed those thoughts from my mind and got back to the game.

"You like that?"

"I..." she panted and opening her eyes actually gave me a tired smile. "Wow that was....wow."

I returned the smile and said, "See I knew you were a slut Tammy, trying to tell me you didn't want to," I shook my head. "You whores are all the same."

The smile left her face and mine widened as I saw the anger again flare in her eyes. Stepping up to the bed, I looked down to see my hard cock pointing between her legs. Taking it in my hand I started slapping it against her thigh. I was watching her face and nodded in satisfaction as Tammy looked at my cock and whispered, "Oh, no please, I...I'll suck on it again."

"You will?" I asked.

"Yes sir," she nodded. "I...I'll do a really good job, I promise I'll..."

"You little pig!" I laughed. "Offering to blow me again, but sorry Tammy I want this tight little pussy of yours, now," I patted my chest. "Put your feet up here."

"No sir, I..."

"You went all this way, to leave town?" I asked. "Because I won't give you more than three hundred for so far. You want it all, I get it all."

Her lips trembling again, Tammy lifted her legs and placed her feet up against my chest. Grabbing my cock, I placed it between her legs and slid it up through her wet lips. Tammy whimpered as I held it to the entrance of her pussy, then gasped as I slid it back up and rubbed it against her clit. I worked my cock up and down her pussy several times, teasing myself, but loving the way she tensed up whenever she thought I was going to enter her. Once again placing my cock against her, I looked into her eyes and started to work it up again, as soon as she started to relax, I quickly lowered it and pushed the head into her incredibly tight pussy.

"Ow!" she cried out as I pushed it in another inch. "Oh, easy sir, please go easy!"

I gasped at how tight she was. I was barely in past the head and had to push to get it that far. Tammy's eyes were wider than they had been all night and seeing me looking she moaned, "Sir it's too big please Ohhhh,"

Tammy groaned as holding my cock at the base, I pushed it in a little more. I groaned at how hot she was and again couldn't believe how tight. Letting go of my cock, I wrapped my arms around Tammy's thighs and easing myself out a little, paused, then drove my cock hard into her. 

"Oh my God!" She screamed as my long thick cock forced its way up into her tight hole. "Oh please!"

Pulling myself almost all the way out, I drove in hard again, relishing the loud squeal she emitted as I did. Holding my cock still I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of her pussy trying to stretch around my cock. Tammy was moaning and sliding back, I shoved it in again, but this time started pumping it in and out.

"Oh that hurts!" She moaned. "Please go easy with me!"

I began to fuck her faster, but was no longer going all the way in. Instead, I only went about halfway before sliding back out. Tammy moaned pathetically and closed her eyes as she whimpered and whined. Her little noises were making it hard for me to hold back, it was everything I could do not to haul off and fuck the shit out of her, but that would be at the end. For now I kept a steady rhythm, working myself deeper into her tight little box with each thrust. Tammy cried out again as I began going all the way in and I moaned as I watched her eyes squeeze shut and her fingers dig into the sheets. 

I blinked against the sweat dripping into my eyes and looking down at her small tits bouncing as I fucked her decided I wanted to really enjoy them. 

"Slide up on the bed." I told her, letting her legs go.

Tammy whimpered, but did as I said, backing up on the bed until she was completely on it. Getting up on the bed and kneeling between her legs, I eased my cock into her and leaning over pressed my lips to hers. Tammy started to try to pull away, but I put my hand alongside her face and she stopped. I kissed her hard and after a moment, I felt her start to kiss me back. I pushed my tongue out against her lips and with a whimper she opened her mouth for me. I eagerly slid my tongue inside and as I slid it across hers began to slam my cock inside of her. Tammy squealed and I moaned as I captured that sweet sound in my mouth.

I began fucking her hard and gasped as I felt her hands grab my arms and squeeze. That caused me to pump even harder and she again squealed into my mouth as her nails dug into my flesh. Lowering myself, I slid my arms under hers and groaned as I felt her small tits pressing against my chest. I pushed deep inside of her and with a wrench of my hips rolled us over. Tammy yelped in surprise as she found herself on top and pushing against her shoulders I got her to sit up on top of me.

"Oh you...you're so deep!" she groaned as I grabbed her hips and started guiding her up and down on my cock.

Putting her hands on my chest to brace herself, Tammy obediently started bouncing up and down. She winced every time she came down on my cock, and she was barely fucking me. I reached up and began playing with her tits as she rode me. Tammy whimpered as I started pumping my hips, sending myself further into her as she came down on my cock. I smiled up at the sight of her sweat slicked tits and her dark hair hanging in her face as her mouth was now permanently open to emit those little yelps. 

Speaking of those yelps, I removed my hands from her tits and grabbing her wrists, pulled her hands up. Tammy cried out in surprise as she fell down on top of my chest. Quickly wrapping my arms around her slim waist I pinned her to me, again enjoying the feeling of her hard nipples pushing against me. Sliding my hand up her back, I cradled the back of her head and brought her lips to mine. After a quick kiss, I guided her head until her face was resting next to mine, then lifting my hips, started slamming my cock into her as hard as I could.

Tammy screamed so loud in my ear, I winced, but the discomfort was minor compared to the thrill of hearing her continue to yelp as I thrust my cock repeatedly into her. 

"Please!" she begged in my ear, "Please not so hard!"

Ignoring her, I continued to pump her as hard as my hips would allow and closing my eyes let myself get lost in her squeals and groans. Tammy cried out after a particularly savage thrust and whimpered, "Sir, you're hurting me, I... please go easy with me, I..." she moaned and finished. "I've only had sex twice before."

Twice? Holy shit, no wonder she was so damn tight. Her moan had been so pathetic I slowed up, but still held her to me as I continued to push my cock into her barely used pussy. Tammy's yelps had settled into a continuous whimper that caused my cock to twitch and I abruptly stopped fucking her as I felt myself getting close. There was no way I was going to cum without having Tammy's cute little ass in the air. With another wrench of my shoulders I flipped us back over and she out as the movement drove me even deeper into her.




Sweet Reluctance



"Oh fuck!' she yelled.

Getting off of her, I knelt between her legs and after pausing to catch my breath slid further down on the bed. Lifting her legs, I twisted her to the right, effortlessly flipping her tiny body over onto her stomach. As she lied there gasping, I grabbed her hips and pulled her up onto her knees. 

"Sir, please don't go hard like this!"

I didn't respond, instead I sat back on my knees and admired that perfect ass and her pretty pink pussy. Right now that pussy was glistening from her cumming and the pounding she'd been taking. Easing up behind her, I placed my cock against her pussy and as she groaned, did ease it in slowly this time. I pushed myself all the way in and I smiled at the sight of her reaching out and grabbing the rungs of the headboard. I gave her a few slow pumps then said,

"Tell me what you want Tammy."

"I want you to stop!" she whimpered. "Please don't keep going, I'm sore!"

I stopped with my cock inside of her and said.

"I told you we can stop whenever you want. If you're done I'll give you half."

I frowned as Tammy started to slide forward, removing my cock from inside her. 

"Okay," I said softly. "I guess that five hundred will get you home anyway."

Tammy stopped and hung her head down. I waited, taking another moment to look at her ass as she knelt there. With a groan that made me want to groan myself, Tammy slid backwards into me and pushed my cock back inside of her. That gave me an idea and I told her, "Go ahead just like that, you fuck me."

Tammy whimpered, but started rocking back and forth. Reaching down I spread her cheeks opened and stared transfixed by the sight of my long cock sliding in and out of her tiny hole. My cock was glistening form her pussy and it looked huge against her tiny body. 

"Faster." I told her.

Tammy sped up and I moaned as she worked my cock in and out of her tight pussy. 

"Okay, stop." I began, "Now tell me what you want."

"I...I want you to fuck me." She gasped. "I want you to fuck me like a dirty little slut!"

I laughed softly as knowing the game was nearing its end I could probably get her to say anything to get it over with. I grabbed a handful of her sweat soaked hair and after a brief pause during which I could feel her tense up beneath me, I reared back and drove my hips into her as hard as I could. Tammy howled as I began fucking the shit out of her and after releasing several; loud cries shoved her face into the pillow. That raised her ass even higher and I moaned as I was pounding her deeper than before. I saw Tammy's fingers clench around the headboard so tight that her knuckles were turning white. Again I closed my eyes, reveling in her muffled cries as I tore into her. 

As she cried out I remembered how amazing it had sounded when she came and opening my eyes leaned over her and reaching beneath her found her clit with my fingers. Tammy bucked against me as I started rubbing it, and lifting her head from the pillows let out a long moan that turned into a yowl as I began driving into her again.

"Ow!" she cried out, "It hurts! Please....oh!'

That last sound was more of a gasp of pleasure than sound of pain as I slowed up my fucking and stoked her clit faster. For the next couple of minutes I worked Tammy back and forth, fucking her hard enough to make her yelp, and then easing up and getting her to moan by playing with her clit. As I was slowing up and toying with her swollen button, I looked down to watch my cock slide slowly in and out of her and my eyes widened as I stared at her exposed asshole. 

Moving my hand from her hip, I brought it to my mouth and sucked on my finger, getting it wet. Sitting back on my knees, I tugged her back with me so that she was tight up against me and as my fingers sped up on her clit I placed my finger next to her ass. Tammy was currently moaning and moving her hips into me while I pleasured her. Moving quickly, I put my finger against her ass and with no hesitation, shoved my finger into it.

"No!" Tammy wailed as I pushed my finger in to the knuckle. "Oh God that hurts!! You promised!"

Ignoring her, I focused on how tight her ass was. I doubted I could get my cock in there without hurting myself never mind her. But she didn't know that.

"You like that in your ass, you little slut?"

"No!" she cried out. "Take it out it hurts and your dick hurts and Oh! Oh!"

I began pumping my finger in and out and each time she tried to speak it turned into a yelp.

"We're going to play one more game Tammy," I began as I started sliding my cock slowly in and out of her. "I think you like that in your ass so much that you can cum with it there."

"No, no I... I don't like it!"

"You do, and here's the game, you're going to cum like this and if you don't do it fast enough then I guess my finger isn't enough and I'll put my cock in there."

"No! You can't you..." she squealed as I pushed my finger in deeper. 

"I'll do whatever I want so I suggest your slutty ass comes nice and hard for me, here I'll help."

Taking her clit between my fingers I started to roll it between them and was rewarded with a groan.

"Okay, so let's see who wins the race."

I took a deep breath and started fucking her hard and fast. Tammy screamed and I moaned as I could feel my cock sliding against my finger through the thin skin between her pussy and ass. I started thrusting my finger in and out to match the strokes of my cock and Tammy released a sound that could only be described as a wail. Her hips were moving side to side trying to ease the pressure of my assault on her pussy and I had to struggle to keep my fingers on her clit. I squeezed it hard and slowing my thrusts, started to roll it quicker between my fingers. Tammy whimpered and I said, "Times running out Tammy, let me feel you cum or you're really going to be squealing."

"On, no Please, I...oh, please make me cum!" she cried out.

I gave her a chance and slowed my finger down as well, focusing more on her clit. Tammy gasped and began making those high pitched little noises that sounded like hiccups.

"Oh, oh like that!" she moaned. 

"Hurry up slut." I told her. "Time is running out.

I jammed my finger into her hard for emphasis and after she yelped she started grinding her pussy into my hand. She let out a high pitched squeal that sounded different from the others and began gasping.

"Just a little more...oh, sir please don't stop, I..."

I flinched as throwing her head back, Tammy screamed so loud I began to worry about my neighbors. That thought faded as beneath me Tammy began bucking like and out of control bronco. Another long wail escaped her and I felt her ass as well as her pussy tighten up on me. I kept fucking her slowly, resisting the urge to fuck her hard so I could enjoy her already extremely tight young pussy convulse around my cock. I heard a rattling and saw that Tammy was bucking so hard she was shaking the headboard. Goddamn this was the hottest game yet! Tammy moaned softly and with a gasp let the headboard go and collapsed face down into the pillow. 

Removing my hand from her clit I again grabbed her hair and began hammering into her pussy with everything I had. I heard her scream into the pillow and caused it to go up in pitch as I started thrusting my finger in and out of her ass. Tammy was howling over and over as I pounded away on her. I was fucking her harder than I could ever remember fucking anyone and could feel my balls slapping against her pussy. I could also feel my legs trembling moaned as I felt the cum begin racing through my cock. I fought to hold off, enjoying as many long hard thrusts as I could.

I released a loud cry of my own and pulling my cock out grabbed it at the base, squeezing it hard, holding the cum back. Pulling her hair, I snapped, "Sit up and hold out your tits!"

Tammy groaned and got to her knees, standing up on the bed, I got in front of her and pointed my cock at her little tits. I was getting ready to release my cock when I caught the look of relief on her face. Lifting my cock higher, I let it go and sent a huge spurt of cum splashing into her face. Tammy flinched back as my cum spattered against her cheek and mouth, but reaching down, I grabbed her head and held it still as I pumped my spurting cock. Tammy cried out as my cock continued to squirt, painting her pretty face. When there was nothing left, I groaned and sank to my knees on the bed.

Panting for breath I looked at Tammy and let out a sigh at the sight of her cum covered face. Her trembling lip was covered with it and some had dripped off of her chin and onto her tits. Her eyes were an even better sight, they were as wide as ever and she looked as if she were ready to cry. Looking at me she whispered, "Can I go now sir? Please?"

Not answering her, I grabbed a pillow and removing the case, started gently wiping the cum and sweat from her face.

"Wow Tammy," I said softly, "You're a hell of a fuck for a good girl."

"Thank you sir." She said quietly, "Now can I please...."

"Tell you what," I said, making a show of looking at her. "You're a mess; you're sweaty and covered in cum."

"Sorry sir."

"Don't be, you look great, but you can't go home like that, would you like to use the shower first?"

Tammy paused then nodding asked, "Could I?"

Smiling at her, I took her hand, "You sure can, now lead the way, because we're showering together."

The look on her face was priceless as was the way she put her head down and sounding totally defeated whispered, "Whatever you want sir."

*****

I sat in my chair wearing my black robe and took another swallow of cold water from the bottle I was holding. I was exhausted, my cock was sore and I was more satisfied then I than I had ever been in my life. Through my open bedroom door I could hear the shower running and smiled as I envisioned Tammy as I had left her, sitting on the corner of the tub, too exhausted to move and simply letting the hot water soak into her sore body.

With a sigh I closed my eyes and replayed what I could only refer to as the bonus round. I had decided to shower with her on a whim and planned on doing just that, enjoying soaping her up and her doing the same to me. I started out with good intentions, being very gentle with her, rubbing her down with scented body wash and enjoying every inch of her tight young body. Tammy was too tired to fuss much even when my hands lingered on her tits and between her legs. I even washed her long black hair and got a few cute little coos out of her as I did. I then handed her the bottle and told her to wash me. With another resigned "Yes sir" she did as I asked, and I stood there thoroughly enjoying her small soft hands rubbing my body down.

Turning my back to her I told her to wash my cock and sighed as she reached around me and under my direction massaged my balls with one hand while she stroked me with the other. I could feel her nipples pressing into my back and although I had just wanted to have her play with me a little more realized I was ready to fuck again. Turning around I told her to do the same, when her back was to me, I told her to put one leg up on the side of the tub and her hands against the walls. With a whimper she obeyed and grabbing her hips I fucked her nice and slow, taking my time and savoring every stroke into her young pussy. 

Tammy was whimpering and moaning that she was sore, but I ignored her. Because I had cum twice already it lasted quite some time until I started getting sore myself, I then sped up and pounded the shit out of her. Tammy was barely making any noise by then and was just leaning against the wall letting me take her, that got to me enough to finish and I sprayed what little cum I had left all over her perfect ass. When I finished I stepped out of the shower, but saw that Tammy had slid into a sitting position on the small ledge in the corner of the tub and asked if she could stay in there for a while. I told her to take her time and she could even lie down in my bed if she wanted to. I had then come out here, to sit and bask in the afterglow of the most amazing sex encounter I could remember.

At the sound of footsteps my eyes snapped open and it took me a moment to realize I had fallen asleep. I looked up to see Tammy in front of me. She was dressed and her still wet black hair was pulled back into a pony tail.

"Can I leave now sir?" she asked softly, her eyes down.

"Of course you can," I nodded and picking up the envelope I had put the money in handed it to her. "Here you go."

"Thank you," she said looking at the envelope, I saw that her hand was still shaking and now that it was after the fact, began to feel kind of bad for her.

"Listen Tammy," I began, "I'm sorry if I got a little carried away in there, I know I was a little rough and said some nasty things, but that's kind of what I like."

"That's okay, I'm just a whore." She whispered her voice trembling.

"Not at all." I told her "And because I was a little mean and you did a hell of a job there's an extra two fifty here to help with some books or to get yourself something nice okay?"

"Thank you." She said taking the money. "At least I know I'm a good whore."

"Good?" I whistled, "Tammy you were worth every penny!"

Tammy put her head down, and unable to resist one more dig at her added.

"And don't pretend you didn't like it, because goddamn did you come hard and loud!"

Tammy started at me and I frowned when I saw that not only had her eyes filled again, but this time there were tears trickling down her cheeks.

"I didn't want to like it," she whimpered, "You're right; I'm just a little slut!"

Putting my hands up, I spoke soothingly to her.

"Look Tammy, let me explain something to you," I told her. "People whore themselves every day, I do it, and my clients do it, any time we do something we don't want to earn a living, we're whoring ourselves. And tell you what, what you did today showed that you're not just smart, but willing to do whatever you have to, to get what you need." I gave her an encouraging smile. "There's no shame in that."

"Sorry, I think a mouthful of cum is kind of shameful."

"No one will ever know about it Tammy." I assured her. "I have a lot to lose so its not like I'm going to brag about this."

"I'll know." She said, wiping at her eyes.

"Tell you what," I pointed at her, "I'll give you something to make you feel better. You know I think you're smart and as I said, you showed me how bad you want to do well in school. Well you're majoring in business and next year you'll be looking for a place to intern. You come by my office when you're ready and I'll get you in my company."

"Really?" she asked, "You can get me an internship?"

"Maybe better than that." I said, smiling as I saw her spirits lifting. "My company believes in hiring from within, so you do well I can make sure it leads to a job."

"A job?" A smile began to creep across her face, "Right out of college? You can do that?"

I made a show of considering it.

"I should be able to, we'll see when the time comes, and it could depend on a couple of things."

"On what?" she asked, walking right into it.

Smirking I said, "On what you'll be willing to do for it."

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Sweet Restraint



My heart was pounding as I pulled into the parking lot. I was constantly checking around as if there was a possibility that my husband knew where I was and what I was up to, but it was a Wednesday afternoon; he was at work, as was most of the town, and there were hardly any cars in the hotel lot.

I checked my makeup in the rearview mirror, as if the short drive could have done anything to my carefully lined brown eyes. I had considered putting my black hair up into a ponytail to get it out of the way, but decided to leave it down, just in case I wanted it pulled.

I stepped out of the car, shaking with nerves. I took a deep breath to steady myself, but all that did was add to the slightly out-of-body feeling, and I held my breath instead, which slowed my heart a little. I grabbed my gym bag and headed to the hotel door, which suddenly seemed like a very long walk.

Dan had left me a message, in that amazing voice I couldn't resist, telling me he was in room 317. I felt my stomach flutter again as the elevator suddenly lifted, and gripped the handle of my gym bag even more firmly. I closed my eyes and focused on the memory of his voice, low and throaty, whispering that he needed me to be a good girl and do something very naughty for him. I felt the familiar molten heat low in my abdomen at the thought, and the warmth of it chased away a little of the fear.

I stepped off of the elevator and hesitated for a minute in front of the door. I lifted my hand to knock and before I could rap more than once the door was opened. My mouth dropped open.

I thought Dan had opened it, but he had sent his new girl to do it for him. She must have been waiting, because she was blindfolded so there was no way to see her way to the door. I admired her guts in opening the door not only blindfolded but completely naked except for a black thong, garter belt, and hose. I felt the heat in my stomach spread into my pussy as I looked at her bare breasts; they were not too large, maybe a B cup, but they were high and firm and the pale brown nipples were hard and reddened. Dan had started without me.

The girl backed up, giving me room to step by her, and as I did so I couldn't resist dragging my open palm along her nipples to feel their hardness. She gasped aloud, and although she backed away automatically, her back arched to press her breasts more firmly into my hand. I pulled my hand away quickly; I didn't want her to get carried away too early in the game.

Dan had closed the blinds and replaced one of the light bulbs with a red one, giving the room a low, sexy glow. He was sitting in an armchair, grinning at me, and I had to smile back; he was shirtless and shoeless, and his jeans were unbuttoned at the top, allowing his beautiful erection to poke up beyond the waistband. I was glad I wasn't blindfolded so I could enjoy the view.

"I'm glad you were able to make it," he murmured, his hand straying to his cock. "Sarah here was just giving me a bit of a show, letting me see just how much of a slut she is. Why don't you get comfortable and join me?" He gestured to the chair beside him. I dropped my bag on the floor by the bed and took off my long jacket. Dan exhaled loudly.

I was wearing sky-high black patent stiletto heels and a violet corset that bound my waist tightly and forced my large breasts up into perfect half-circles. The lacings of the corset trailed over my very large, round ass; I was wearing black boy-short panties that accentuated the roundness nicely without being too revealing... today it wasn't me who needed to prove she was a slut.

"Nice," he said simply, biting his lip as I came towards him. I straddled him briefly, pressing my big, soft tits against his face, then pulled back and dropped into the chair next to him before he could react. "Oooh, you are a bad, bad girl," he said in a low voice, and I saw him wrap his whole hand around his cock and give a long pull. I smiled at him.

"Sarah, come here," he instructed, and the girl walked slowly over, uncertain in her blindfold. Dan held out a hand to stop her once she reached us. "Sarah, this is Anette. She is going to help me teach you obedience and submission, and you are to do anything she says. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," Sarah said in a whisper. Her voice was breathy, excited.

Dan pressed her back onto the bed, forced her legs apart, and pulled out a switchblade. For a moment I panicked, wondering what the hell he was doing, then relaxed as he sliced off Sarah's thong and pulled the scrap of fabric away to reveal her bare, pink pussy. Even across the room I could see a glint of wetness.

Dan opened the bag I had brought and pulled out my pink vibrator. He gave me a wink, and put it in Sarah's hand.

"Okay, Sarah. Prove you are as big a slut as you promise, but do not cum until I say you can. Understood?" Sarah nodded and whispered, "Yes sir."

Dan sat back with me and watched as Sarah turned on the vibrator and began to press the tip of it against the top of her pussy. She slid the long shaft down her slit, dipping just the tip inside herself for lube, and then dragged the wetness back up to her clit. As the wet vibration went through her, she moaned deeply.

I had been getting wet as soon as I walked in the door, but now I could feel the moistness against my panties and my pussy contracted slightly as I watched Sarah slide the vibe down and partially into her pink hole. As she pulled it out again I could see the shining juices all over it, and I felt a pang of jealousy. I wanted that vibe inside me, I wanted to be a slut for Dan too. But we had already agreed that as a married woman I was going to be smart; I couldn't get fucked. I could touch myself, that was it. I knew already that it wouldn't be enough.

Sarah was fucking herself now, plunging the now-dripping vibrator in and out of herself with increasing speed, her moans getting louder. Her other hand was on her pussy, playing with her clit. I looked over at Dan, who was pulling at his magnificent cock, and felt another wave of desire. I wanted him inside me so badly that my pussy ached.

Dan stood up abruptly, strode over to Sarah, and pinned her wrists to the bed. The vibrator was still inside her. She whimpered, bucking her hips, trying to get the vibrator to move inside of her, and Dan slapped her tits roughly. "You are not going to cum without my permission. You are going to cum when I say to." Sarah stopped moving, and I could feel her lust as acutely as my own. She wanted it, badly.

Dan turned to me, and motioned me over between Sarah's legs. He did not let go of her wrists as he moved up by her head. "So Anette, do you think Sarah is a slut? Does she deserve a reward?" I looked down at Sarah's dripping pussy, and felt a rush of power. I was going to make this slut cum. "Yes, master. She is a fucking slut. Let me reward her." Dan nodded, then looked at Sarah's blindfolded face. "Open your mouth, slut."

Sarah opened her mouth eagerly, and Dan slid his cock into her mouth and so far down her throat that I could hear her gag. He pulled out, spanking her tits again, and said, "Do you like sucking my cock, you fucking slut?"

"God yes, master!" Sarah moaned, and I could see from her pussy that it was perfectly true. "Master, please, let me suck you!"

Dan smiled. "I am going to let Anette reward you while I fuck your mouth. Open your mouth again." He plunged his magnificent erection back into her open mouth, and I knelt in front of her pussy. I could smell the sweet tang of her, and I leaned forward. I had not intended to eat her out, but I suddenly found my tongue pressed against her clit, swirling around and flicking it lightly. Sarah would have screamed if her mouth wasn't full of Dan's cock. He groaned as the feeling of her screaming vibrated up his shaft, and he sped up.

I turned the vibe up and began to slide it in and out of her as I nibbled her clit lightly with my teeth. She was squirming, clamping my head between her thighs like a vice, and I knew she was going to blow; I pulled my head back shoved the vibe as deep as it would go as hard as I could, over and over, and Dan grabbed one of her tits and pinched her nipple hard. Sarah was a madwoman, fucking the vibrator with her hips and letting out high-pitched squeals as her hands, still trapped in Dan's, clawed the air. There was a sudden deluge of juices from her pussy, and I pulled the vibe out and caught a little in my mouth. Sarah was wimpering.

"Good girl," Dan growled at me approvingly, his eyes smoldering. "Sarah has proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that she is a little whore who likes to be used; I think we should do her a favor and really use her."

"Yes, master," I agreed eagerly. Dan let go of Sarah's hands and turned her over, forcing her up onto her hands and knees. He leaned off the bed again, and reached into my bag, pulling out a strap-on that I had purchased on his orders that day. "Put it on," he hissed at me, and then lifted Sarah's leg and slipped underneath her. As I stepped into the strap-on, I watched as Dan pressed the tip of his cock against the opening of her pussy. My vibe wasn't that big, so he was definitely going to be stretching her out with that fantastic cock of his.

I could feel some of my own juices trickling down my legs as I buckled the strap-on. I was so filled with lust it made my mind foggy, lightheaded. I was intensely jealous of Sarah, watching her pussy getting filled with Dan's thick, warm cock; it made me moan softly in frustration. Luckily they couldn't hear me...Sarah was moaning too, her ass making slapping sounds as she rode Dan, and he was pulling her hair, forcing her back to arch so that he could lean up and bite on her perfect tits.

I got up behind Sarah and Dan yanked on her hair, forcing her flat against him and shoving her ass in the air. I grabbed the end of the flesh-colored dildo and spread Sarah's ass cheeks apart to reveal her tight little hole. She was grinding her pussy against Dan, but as she felt the head of the dildo against her asshole she stopped moving and gasped in surprise. I licked my hand and spread the spit down the dildo, then firmly began to press the fake cock inside of her. She gave a soft scream, her fingers digging into the comforter, as I pressed past the first ring of muscle. I heard Dan groan; he must have been able to feel my progress from inside of her pussy.

I inched my way further in, until I was finally all the way inside of Sarah's tight little ass. As I began to move slightly in and out of her, she let out a shriek and began to grind her pussy on Dan again. Dan was fucking her hard, clearly turned on by the feel of the toy up her ass, and the sound of the two of them moaning made my pussy clench up in desire. I began to fuck her harder too, and reached forward to grasp her tits firmly in my hot hands, pinching her hard nipples until she screamed again.

"Oh FUCK!" she cried, and Dan reached up and shoved a few fingers in her mouth to shut her up. She sucked on his fingers greedily, little grunts of pleasure escaping every now and then, and suddenly Dan stopped me. 

"She needs to prove herself one last time," he said, his voice hoarse, as he pulled Sarah off his cock. I never took the dildo out of her ass as he knelt in front of her. "She needs to swallow my cum." He slapped Sarah in the face with his cock. "Would you like that, you little slut? You want to taste my creamy white cum squirting down your throat as Anette fucks your ass?"

I could see Sarah quiver with lust as she whispered, "Yes, Master. Please...please." Dan smiled triumphantly as he forced his cock down Sarah's throat again, and as I began to thrust in and out of her ass I got an idea. I grabbed the vibrator again and motioned to Dan, who's eyes lit up as he nodded. I reached down between Sarah's legs and shoved the whole vibe back into her pussy, and switched it on. Sarah lost it.

She began to pound her ass against me, shoving the strap-on in and out of her ass, her squeals filling the room again. She was about to grip Dan's thighs with her hands, but he caught her wrists again and nodded to me. I reached up and took each of her wrists in the opposite hand, so that her arms were crossed behind her and her back was forced to arch again. Dan grabbed a handful of her hair and continued to fuck her mouth, whispering, "Yeah, you like that, don't you, you little slut. Keep sucking me like a good little girl."

I felt that surge of power again as I looked at the helpless girl beneath me, taking it all as I fucked her ass. My pussy was dripping down my thighs and I realized I was even more helpless than her. For some reason this was even more of a turn-on to me, and I felt a surge of lust so strong that it seemed to pulse inside me... but it had no release. It continued to build, the intensity almost suffocating, until I realized that my hand was stinging. I looked down in surprise to see that Sarah's ass cheek had a red handprint on it; somewhere in my haze I had let go of her wrist and spanked her.

I lost it too; it was as if the lust inside was pouring out through my hands and I was hissing, "You good fucking slut, suck his cock while I punish you for being such a dirty fucking whore." Dan was growling his approval as my hands slapped her reddened ass, and Sarah was whimpering in pain as my ass-fucking grew more frenzied. I stopped slapping for a moment to shove the vibe deeper inside of her soaked pussy, and let Sarah savor the feeling for a second before I reached forward and pinched her nipple again, harder even than before. She choked as she tried to scream with Dan's thick, massive cock down her throat, and suddenly I felt her body shuddering as she climaxed.

Dan's head was thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth bared as his own orgasm crashed over him like a wave. He let out a roar as the first jet of cum shot out of his cock into Sarah's open mouth, and then grabbed her head and forced her to swallow all of him while his body shook, releasing every last drop into her mouth.

Sarah's body collapsed under me; the force of the orgasm had sapped all of her strength. Dan leaned back against the pillows, grinning at me and shaking his head in disbelief. 

"You are even more of a slut than I knew. Your husband is a lucky man...too bad he had to miss out on this." 

I smiled as I pulled the dildo slowly out of Sarah's ass; she gasped and screamed a little as it came out, and the vibrator with it. "He couldn't have handled this. If he knew...." I trailed off, my cheeks flushing. "I am still so turned on I can hardly bear it." 

Dan nodded understandingly, and motioned over to the vibrator. "I know you still think it's cheating if I use it on you, so maybe you want to go ahead and use it on yourself while I suck Sarah's clit a little bit?" 

I reached between my legs under my panties and slipped my fingers into my slit, feeling the slickness drip down my hand. "I better go before I do something I regret."

Dan smiled at me. "Don't worry, I promise I'll be good." 

I eyed him cautiously as he pulled Sarah to the edge of the bed and spread her legs. I felt the stab of jealousy again as he knelt in front of her, closed his eyes briefly, and licked one long, slow stroke all the way from the back of her pussy up past her clit. Sarah's back bent like a bow and she let out a low hiss of pleasure through gritted teeth.

I sat back in the srmchair, watching Dan take her clit in his mouth repeatedly, and I could feel my own clit practically pulsing with need. I gave a sigh of resignation and slipped off my panties. 

Switching on the vibrator, I pressed it against my clit and almost laughed as it immediately slipped off due to my wetness. I pressed it more firmly and felt a ripple of pleasure melting me from the waist down, making my legs quiver like jello. As Dan began to swirl his fingers around the outside of her hot little hole, I did the same with the vibe, and slid the tip in just as his fingers penetrated Sarah. 

My free hand clawed at the armrest and before I even realized it was happening the molten heat in my groin exploded like a water balloon. I felt the orgasm, so intense it was almost painful, rushing up my body like a freight train, and I left out a low, throaty scream that made Dan sit up and watch. 

As the wave of orgasm receded, I felt my hand relax on the armrest and looked up to see Dan with his cock in his hand again, grinning at me with his eyebrows raised. "Looks like Sarah is gonna get another round," he said with a wink at me, and I laughed.  

I stood unsteadily, my head still foggy from my intense climax, and glanced at Dan as he went back to work on Sarah's pussy. I dropped the strap-on and vibe back into my bag and shrugged into my coat. 

"Thanks for a great time," I whispered to him while his mouth was still full of Sarah's clit, and he gave me a thumbs up. I grinned and hung my damp panties from his thumb. "Enjoy," I murmured, and headed back home.



Sweet Restraints



"Lay down on the bed," she said, standing before me wearing just this little diaphanous garment so thin and short I could see the twin dark circles of her jutting nipples, as well as the gentle flare of her slim hips. Just a hair's breadth below the gauzy hem was the trimmed pubis and sweet pink flesh I wanted to badly to plunder. But not right now. She was in control tonight, and I was doing whatever she said.

Still in my clothes from work, I did as I was told, stretching out on the queen-size bed, head propped up against the ample pillows. She approached the end of the bed, leaning down so her perky breasts pushed deliciously against the sheer lingerie, and giving me an equally delicious view of the creamy tops of her tits from the low-cut top of it. My cock stirred inside my pants as she slowly removed my shoes and socks, tossing them aside. Next, she unbuckled my belt and slid my black slacks off my legs. Underneath my boxers, my cock strained ever upward, desperately wanting to be released from its cotton-mix prison. All in good time, I thought, smiling inwardly.

Sliding up from my legs, she seductively grazed her nipples against my thrumming member as she worked the buttons of my shirt (the tie had already been undone and pulled free before I entered the bedroom), revealing my tan chest and stiffening nipples. She peeled back the shirt and bent down, kissing my chest, licking my nipples and then sucking each one until they ached and my back arched, cock pushing up to meet her wet hot woman-flesh. I thrust my hips up slightly, wanting entrance to her, to feel that warm velvety glove of her secret inner flesh wrapped tightly around my manhood, but she would give me no admittance, yet.

Smiling mischievously, eyes flashing in the semi-dark, she slithered back down my torso, lips brushing over my bulging cock-head, shuddering waves of pleasure coursing through me. I groaned. The cotton material of my shorts was thin and the soft contours of her mouth and chin touching me felt so luscious, but I wanted more, more, more!

Not quite yet, I knew. Just that half-lidded yet sexy-as-hell look she gave me said it all. Even now, sometimes we could look at each other and just know what the other was thinking. 

She backed off the bed slowly, but just enough to where the hem of her lingerie rode up her thighs to give me a sweet two-second shot of her moist pussy. A thin line of dark pubic hair led from just above her clit, stopping several inches below her belly button. She'd shaved for me before, which I thought was very sensual in many ways, but just this little neatly-trimmed signature of soft curly hair was something altogether sexual. As if it was an arrow pointing to her sacred opening.

She walked over to the headboard on my right, reaching up and grabbing a silk scarf tied to the right bedpost. She didn't ask but just lifted my right wrist, and deftly lashed one end of the silk binding to it. Walking around to the left side of the bed, she did the same with my left wrist. She left my legs free.

Standing in front of me at the foot of bed, she stripped off the nightgown, dropping it soundlessly to the floor. Climbing onto the bed, she crawled on all fours up to me, bending down and kissing my legs, both of them, until her mouth hung just an inch from my trapped cock. She pulled the waistband down so the swollen tip of my member poked out and she licked the sensitive underside of my glans, making me jerk with the sudden ecstasy of it. My hands both pulled automatically at my silken bonds, but I wasn't going to pull those knots out. She was very good at that.

She kissed the damp end of my cock-head, tasting my pre-cum and lapping at it delicately, then pulled the boxers down my legs. She returned to her position before me, but spread my legs so she could lie on her stomach flat on the bed. Gripping my cock with one hand, she took me all the way into her warm wet mouth, alternately sucking me and stroking me as she pulled my throbbing hardness out, giving the head a quick, darting lick. My balls filled, heavy and full, as my arousal grew in waves, but she kept the tight clamp with the fingers of her left hand. I loved watching her suck me like this, seeing the soft fall of her hair past her face and shoulders (pushing it behind her ears so I could see), the bobbing motion of her head, pink-red lips hungrily stretched around my cock as she continued taking me in, all the way in, and then out. She was stroking me and I felt the white-hot rush coming, coming so soon now, and my hips twitched, back pushing up, and she squeezed the base of my cock, preventing my impending ejaculation.

She lifted her body from between my legs, sliding sideways, and reaching one hand to the nightstand. She picked up something small and white, shaped like a large ring. But it didn't look metal, but something like soft plastic or rubber.

She licked the object, moistening it, and I knew what it was now. She moved back to the juncture of my trembling legs and slipped the cock-ring over the head of my penis. Snug, but she was able to skin it down to the base. I had already softened somewhat in the ten seconds she had stopped her pleasurable ministrations, but as soon as she applied the cock-ring, I hardened immediately. It was tight around my taut flesh, but not painful. And somehow, the sight of my enlarged, vein-bulging cock-flesh, because of the ring, enhanced my own arousal. The wet head of my cock glistened, and I wanted her sweet mouth on my again, but that wasn't what she wanted. She was, after all, holding the cards at the moment. That was also very, very sexy.

Pivoting around on her ass, with her back facing me now, she moved back until her small heart-shaped buttocks were touching my scrotum. I felt her hands on my upper thighs, rubbing, as she lifted her ass. I could see how damp and hot for me she was now as she raised her hips up higher. Her soft pink labia glimmered wetly, beckoning me, wanting me to devour it, to take it, but that wasn't going to happen now. She would devour me!

Lowering herself, she placed her fleshy lips against my cock-head. I moaned aloud as I felt and watched her pussy take me in, inch by inch, the sweet folds of flesh hugging my rigid member. She cried out, head thrown back, long dark tresses flowing down her back as she slid all the way down my cock. The ring tightened even more around me, even though that was impossible, because it was just my arousal making me harder, and the ring. 

She undulated, her hips and ass, back and forth; up and down she rode me, the upper half of her body resting on her elbows as she pumped on me. I watched, transfixed by this wholly beautiful sight. I saw my cock disappear inside her tight sheath as she fluidly bucked, piston-like, only to reappear seconds later. I was entranced. A few times she pushed me as far inside of her as possible, her inner muscles contracting around me and I thought I would surely cum, but the ring prevented the copious load of semen from erupting. 

I knew she was close to her impending orgasm, because her movements quickened, became faster, the flesh of her ass slapping against me, slick with her honeyed fluids. She cried out my name, over and over again, as she fucked me, and then screamed like some primal beast, grinding her pussy down on me, hands digging into the flesh of my legs.

She kept me inside, still hard and throbbing, but slumped down. I writhed beneath her. I ached to cum. I wanted it, no matter how or what. I didn't care if I had anything else in this world, but that. I wanted to fill her with hot cum, no matter in what orifice, or even on her back, belly, tits, or face. I was a pure sexual animal in heat, big time.

She leaned up, pulling me out, and I almost begged for her not to. She grinned down at me, the tip of her tongue touching her top lip. She snaked up to me, over my cock and instead kissing my belly and chest, then my lips, and I could feel the heat of her plundered wet pussy against me. I moved my hips and the head nudged past her parted labia, entering her. Facing me now, she rode me this way, looking down at me, eyes half-closed and dark hair spilling down her shoulders and framing her angelic face. She pumped furiously on me, nipples inches from my straining mouth, and came long and hard, shrieking. Sweat rolled down my face, chest, and back. I grunted and tried to force my own orgasm, thinking my cock would explode from the pressures exuded by the ring. 

She didn't slump against me but instead sat back up, releasing my cock from inside her. Wetness dripped from her distended pussy lips and from my engorged member. She quickly slipped the ring off, but a half-second before it left me I panicked she might not be able to remove it. But when it came off, I almost did. But she gripped me with one hand, and lowered herself back onto my cock. When I was completely enveloped in her, and my orgasm began to rocket out of control, she bucked up and down, hard, and I matched her screams of ecstasy with my own. It seemed like the streams of molten fluid would never cease spurting as I came and came, endlessly, it seemed. My hips jerked, hands tugging hard against the sweet, silken restraints.

After some time I realized I'd not lost consciousness but sort of fell into a numb bliss after my orgasms. Never had multiples before, but there was a first time for everything. My hands were free and I wrapped them around the soft warm body laying pressed against me, kissing her sleeping face.



Sweet Reunion



I wake up to the sound of rain hitting my windowpane.  I realize that that I'm in England.  I flew over a few days early to surprise My Love.  Right now you are at work waiting tomorrow when you think you will meet me at the airport.  But your friend and I had different plans.  I have chosen the perfect everything.  I did a little shopping in London after I arrived and your friend was kind enough to allow me to stay with him a bit to get some sleep.  But now it is time to get ready to see you, Matthew.  I walk to the bathroom and begin to run the water.  I let my satin nightgown fall to the floor as I brush my hair.  I start the shower and step underneath the water slowly.  Before long, my body is glistening as the water moistens my skin.  I begin to shampoo my hair.  My fingers massage my scalp as the lather runs down my neck to my breasts.  It falls off the tip of my nipples.  I step under the water again and close my eyes as it consumes my body.  I rub conditioner through my hair and begin to shave.  I start first at the toe all the way up to my knee.  I work my way around then move up to my thigh.  I do the same to the other leg.  After I have finished all my shaving, I have just one more spot that I have been saving for this occasion.  I shave my pussy until it is all smooth and soft.  I rub my entire body with the sponge until my legs, my back, my breasts; my entire body is covered in lather.  I step under the shower again and feel the water pulsating against my skin as it washes away the lather.  I can feel the suds creep down my body tickling each sensitive area as if a ghost was seducing me his hands barely touching my naked body.  I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around me.  Now it is time to dress.

I have chosen something red for the occasion.  I have a black satin and lace bra, black garter belt and black stockings with a seam up the back.  No panties though, I have promised you at least that much.  I slip on my new black, satin slip.  It has lace on the edge of the skirt and a slit on one side.  It falls to about mid-thigh.  The dress I bought is red.  It has a sweetheart neckline, hugs gently abound the waist and flares out a bit at the skirt.  But most importantly, it has a slit on one side.  If I move just right, you can see my stockings and garters.  My heels are high and sexy.  I put my hair up in a twist but I'm sure to hold it with just one comb.  I want him to be able to take it out and allow my hair to fall all around my neck and shoulders.  I wear crimson lipstick and perfect make-up.  After putting on my jewelry, I put on my coat to see you.

Your friend takes me to where he works.  I see him from a distance.  You are so wrapped up in tasks and customers that you do not see me.  I walk up to you and tap his shoulder.   "Excuse me Sir.   Could you help me over here?"

Without turning you begin, "Sure, what can I..." You turn to see me.  You stand there for a moment looking into my eyes, and then all of a sudden he sweeps me up in your arms and holds me so tight I can barely breathe.  You look at me again and says, "Oh Baby... " As you lean down and softly kiss me.  Your tongue slips into my mouth and mine into his.  We kiss for the first time in months.  We kiss.  You introduce me to everyone including your boss, John.  In his infinite wisdom, John decides to let you leave early.  I say not a word the whole cab ride to the hotel I have arranged for.  We walk up the stairs to our room.  Your hands touch my body the whole way.  I unlock the door and we step into the room.  The candles are lit.  I had them arranged everywhere in the room.  The pink and white roses fill the room with the scent of romance.  You smile as you look at me.  "You've thought of everything, haven't you?"

"I wanted this to be perfect.  I've dreamt about it for so long.  Make love to me, Matthew."  You take me in your arms and kiss me.  Your hands slide down my body to my ass.  You notice the garter belt and follow one of the straps down my leg.  You pull my leg up to you until you reach my stockings.

With a devilish grin you say, "Well, Stacey, you have thought of everything."  You start to unfasten them but stop and snicker.  "No.  I think we will let these on."  You unzip my dress and let it fall to the floor.  I step back so you can see me.  You smile as I take out my comb and let my hair down.  Your eyes scan down to my breasts down to my legs and up again.  "You even remembered the slip.  I like it.  Now take it off."

"No Matthew, you take it off.  Let me put on some music. "  I walk to the stereo and put on "Can't Stand the Rain."   The music begins as you walk over to me.  You take me into your arms and we start to dance.  Our bodies move as one to the music.  Looking into each other's eyes, we can read each other's thoughts.  Our pain over the past few months takes the shape of tears.  I cry as I stare at you.  For the first time in months, I see you cry as if you haven't let yourself feel the entire anguish of our separation until now.  You knew one of us had to be strong and you decided before I left that it would be you.  It's the reason you only would allow your tears to escape when I was laying on your chest.  I could hear you breathing but I couldn't hear that.  And it's the same reason you didn't fall onto the floor at the airport until I had already left.  You couldn't let me see that.  But now we are together, My Sweet.  I am in your arms at last and I'll be in your arms forever now.  You cradle my head in your hands as you lean down and give me the softest kiss ever.

Still moving to the music, I take off your shirt.  Your chest is even more beautiful then I remember it.  I begin with soft kisses.  Barely touching you as if you are a dream I don't want to wake from, I work my way down your chest to your stomach.  I unfasten your jeans and pull them off.  You lay on the bed waiting what you have been dreaming about for the past two months.   I look up into your eyes as I slip off your boxers.  "What do you want Matthew?"  I say smiling like a chest sire cat.

"You know what I want, Baby.  Please, I want to watch you suck my cock."

"All right then." 

My mouth is watering as I hold your cock in my hands.  I lick my lips.  Then, while looking into your eyes, I lick the whole length of your cock.  I circle the tip with my tongue barely touching.  I can hear you moan.  I take your cock into my mouth.  I let it slide all the way down my throat.  I suck hard as I let you slide in and out of my mouth.  My hand strokes you as I do this twisting and guiding your cock into my mouth.  I can hear how much you love this.  Your hand gently brushes back my hair so you can see everything.  I go faster and faster.  You are getting more and more excited.  But I take my time.  I go slower for a bit.  I stop long enough to suck your balls.  I begin again.  I pull my hand away and let you fuck my mouth a bit.  Your cock hits the back of my throat again and again.  Faster and faster.  I get more and more excited.  I want to please you.  I stop you so I can suck your cock.  I start stroking and twisting again.  I suck even harder then before.  My tongue wraps around your cock in my mouth so I can taste as much as I can.  Your cock starts to throb.  You tap my shoulder and yell, "Stacey, I'm going to come if you don't stop that!"  I suck harder and faster.  "Stacey, Stacey, Please!  Your hand grabs my shoulder hard.  Your body becomes tense.  "Now, Stacey, Now!"  I don't stop.  I want to taste every part of you.  You explode inside my mouth.  I do my best to swallow every drop.  You lay there motionless for a while still in shock.  You gently stroke my hair and say, "thank you.  I love you, Stacey." 

We take a drink of wine and I lay down beside you in your arms.  Before long, well after about a minute, you begin caressing my breasts.  You repeat over and over again "I love you in this, Stacey."  I can feel your cock swell as you lay behind me.  Your hand finds its way up my slip to my breasts.  My nipples are hard and erect begging for you to touch them.  You take off my slip and lean above me for a while just looking.  "You're more beautiful than I remembered, Baby."  I smile and blush a bit.  Your naked body wants company as you begin to undress me.  You do so slowly beginning at my bra.  Your attention moves to my legs.  Skillfully you unhook my garters one after the other.  You slide my stockings off my legs very slowly as if you were unwrapping a present.  Your hand slides up my leg lifting me just enough to unhook my garter.  I am naked before you.  "Now it's my turn to please." You say as you part my legs.   You smile as you notice my bare, smooth pussy.

You part my lips and give my pussy one long lick before teasing my clitoris.  Barely touching me, you circle it slowly.  I begin to move unable to control my own body.  I've dreamt of this for so long.  You begin to flicker your tongue a little harder now as you slip you fingers inside me.  You stop licking me long enough to tease me with your fingers.  I come right then and there.  You snicker as you begin to taste me again.  Only this time you do it harder.  Your tongue flickers faster.  I left my hips uncontrollably.  You wrap your arms around my legs to keep me still as you begin to suck my clit.  I can feel the orgasm building inside me.  It reaches the point of pure torture until it consumes my body.  Every muscle in my body tenses and the juices pour out of my pussy.  Instead of stopping you continue to tease.  You suck and tease at intervals.  The orgasms come one right after the other until I do not know where one begins and one ends.  When I think I can take no more, you suck my pussy hard.  This is more than enough to take my orgasm to a new height.  All at once, my back arches and my pelvis lifts off the bed despite your attempts to keep me still.  Your mouth never leaves my clit.  I come for a full ten minutes unable to speak or move.  As my body relaxes, I see you looking into my eyes as you crawl on top of me.  "I want to make sweet love to you, Baby, all night long."

"Yes, Matthew, please make love to me."  With the tenderness of the first time you made love to me, you enter me.  I haven't felt you for so long so I am tight around you.  You move very slowly at first to give me a chance to relax.  Slow, deep stokes.  But soon, our passion can no longer be paced.  You move faster and deeper inside me.  My body moves with yours.  I come again.  You move faster and deeper.  "Matthew, let me, please."  You stop and allow me to climb on top of you.  Your cock slips inside me.  I begin to move slowly as if I am trying to memorize every moment.  I caress my breasts and pinch my nipples as you watch.  I lay down to kiss you.  V-e-r-y  s-l-o-w-l-y moving as I begin to orgasm constantly it seems.  My juices dripping down your cock covering your balls.  I lean back and allow you to enter me all the way once more.  Your desire becomes too much.  Before I know what is happening, you throw me back on the bed and put a pillow under me.  You begin pushing deep inside me.  You move so fast and so hard that I can barely breathe.  Your eyes never leave mine.  I run my fingers through your hair.  My fingers dig into your back.  You fuck me harder and harder, faster and faster.  You look at me.

"I'm going to come now, Baby."

"Yes, Matt, I want to feel you come inside me."

"Now."  You say as your come fills my pussy.  You collapse on top of me.  "Thank you, Baby.  I love you."

"I love you too, Matthew."  We lay there still wrapped up in each other for the longest time.  Finally, sleep falls upon us and we crawl under the covers and hold each other as we always have.  I smile.  I thought I had lost my soul.  Turns out all the while you had it.  Our purgatory has ended.  We are together and our souls reconnect.  




Sweet Reunion



In a small office located on the 3rd floor sits Emily. She is daydreaming about the upcoming weekend events her 20 year class reunion. She hasn't seen these people in 20 years because she missed the 10 year. Emily was the typical high school girl. She had many friends and was considered to be one of the more popular girls in school. Now in her late 30s and divorced 2years with 2 teenage kids. Emily's social life was not to be desired, consumed by the tasks of work and kids. It had been a long time since she felt the touch of a man. It has been 3 years since the last time and with her Ex which wasn't the best of lovers. As Emily sits and daydreams about who will be there and wondering how they have changed married, divorced kids or not. She decides to pull up the website for the reunion and to her surprise sees the name that brings back many good memories John Murphy.

John was also considered to be one of the more popular kids in school. Emily and John had dated for 6 months there senior year. But both had gone their own way after high school. John had gone back east to school and Emily to the west to attend school also. Quickly she clicks on the guest list to see if John was on it and planning on attending the reunion. He was there on the list to attend. A smile grew across Emily's face and feeling she hadn't had in a long time. Though they dated for 6 months and things got very hot many times they never went all the way. She did remember the one thing about John that always stood out was his ability to kiss. It always sent Emily's knees to become very weak when they kissed. Very soft passionate kisses that would cause her to melt. She could recall how he would grab her face with both hands and softly lightly kiss her lips.

Snapping out of her daydream she quickly searches for any information and pictures for John. She finds nothing. No status no pictures anything not even an email. She is disappointed and wonders what he looks like and what he has been up to. She says to herself I guess I'll have to wait and see. With that in mind she looks at the clock and it is a quarter to 5 time to finish up and go home to get ready for the mixer tonight.

10000 feet above on an airplane sits John on his way to the reunion from back east where he stayed after college. John has no kids was married a short time many years ago. He like Emily was wondering who he would meet and see how they have changed, and how life has been treating them. John like Emily hadn't changed much just a little older. As John sits there he to starts to recall the memories of his senior year with Emily and the times they shared together. A smile comes across his face. The last he had heard she was married.

As Emily drives home she starts checking off things in her head that needed to be done for the weekend. Her kids at their fathers house for weekend. Picked up dress from drycleaners and new shoes bought days ago. And of course the last thing was a trip to the salon for a complete package. Emily arrives at home to finish up getting ready. She first goes to the kitchen for a glass of wine to calm her nerves. And once again the thoughts of John come racing through her mind. And the thought of him kissing her again fills her body with emotion. She takes another drink of wine and calms herself down. She tells herself you don't know anything about him what if he is married, fat, and bald. She tries to think of anything to get the thought out of her head of them kissing. She returns to finish getting ready taking her time to make sure all is perfect. She had bought an evening dress just for this occasion. A stunning backless dress that didn't leave much for the imagination. Finally after looking in the mirror and turning around several times she was happy with the results and ready to go.

In the meanwhile John's plane had landed and he was checking into the hotel where the mixer was tonight. After a shower a smile comes across Johns face as he recalls one of the many moments spent with Emily their senior year. He recalls how often things got really hot but never went any further because of many obstacles. He says to himself she is probably still married. Oh well all a man can do is hope for the best.

John was the first to arrive to the mixer, and was greeted by many old friends. And as he thought life was kind to some and not so kind to others. But he had yet to see Emily. As John was thinking she backed out and decided not to come. In walked Emily in the stunning dress looking like a million dollars. John's mouth dropped and quickly turned into a smile from ear to ear. Trying to hide his excitement and trying to be patient and not to eager he decided to stay where he was until eye contact was made. As soon as Emily walked in she also was greeted by many old friends telling her how good she looked. But she still hadn't seen John yet and was starting to wonder. Then as she looked over the room again she saw him. As a warm feeling started throughout her body she smiled, and said to herself he hasn't changed at all.

Finally they both connect with their eyes and make their way towards each other. Both filled with excitement and anxiety. John speaks first as he looks Emily up and down and says you look stunning. By this time those words melted her as the warm sensation continued to fill her. She replied thank you and you haven't changed at all. After some small talk and finding out neither was attached to anyone, they started to relax and talk. On many occasion one or the other was pulled away for a picture or a chat with an old friend. But never once did they break eye contact from one another. Finally everyone said hello that needed to and pictures were taken. As they sat there and getting caught up on each other's lives. John starring at Emily reaches for her hand and guides her to the dance floor.

With nothing being said just starring into each other's eyes they danced for almost an hour. Then it happen John grabbed Emily's face with both hands and kissed her. A flood of emotions comes over both of them as they kiss. The anticipation the heat the act was all coming together like a volcano waiting to explode. The kiss seemed to last forever, and neither one of them wanted it to end. The night was coming to an end and people where starting to leave. They were the last ones there. Not wanting to leave each other's company. John takes Emily by the hand and leads her to the elevator. The door opens they enter he pushes the button for the 4th floor. As soon as the door closes he grabs her and kisses her this time with even more passion. She is now filled with emotion lost in it. The bell rings 4th floor already. They depart the elevator and head to Johns room.

He opens the door she walks in first and scans the room. It was a very nice room a suite in fact. She walks forward to see the view from the window. As she stares out the window John comes up behind her and lifts the back of her hair and starts kissing her neck slowly she is melting in his arms she has lost all control. As he continues to kiss on her neck his hands work their way down each side of her body up and down. He makes his way to her ear and breathes lightly on it. The warmth of his breath on her ear is sending her over the edge she is not sure how much more she can take. His hands leave her sides and go to her belly slowly up to her chest. He can feel her erect nipples through her dress. His hands continue up to her shoulders and he turns her to face him.

Once again he takes her face in his hands and kisses her. Slowly taking his hand up the back of her head and rubbing her hair. His other hand is caressing her back and moving down and caressing her butt. Her hands move up and down his back making their way to his chest. She can feel his heartbeat under her hand as she starts to unbutton his shirt. She removes his shirt slowly and as it falls to the floor Emily starts kissing his neck working her way down to his chest and back up to his neck while her hands undue his top button on his pants and pulls down his zipper. She continues to kiss his neck making her way to his lips and they have a long slow kiss.

They break the kiss and he makes his way across her cheek to her ear and whispers (what do you want). Continuing down her neck slowly, as his hands undue the top of her dress and he slowly lets it hit the floor. He continues kissing down her neck across the top of her chest down the middle of her chest to her belly. John with his hands and lips moving slowly up planting soft kisses all over. He reaches her breasts and takes one in each hand and caresses them. Covering them in kisses he takes her erect nipple in his mouth and lightly sucks on it as his hands explore them both. He makes his way to the other one as you moan in pleasure you reach down and grab his face and bring it to yours for a long wet kiss.

As Emily kisses John she takes her hands and moves them up and down his chest. She fallows her way down his chest with kisses to his belly. Using her hands she grabs the top of his pants and pulls them down slowly as she kisses the top of his thigh while pulling his pants down slowly. Emily can now see the outline of what she has been craving all night through his shorts. John moans with pleasure not sure how much more he can take. Emily kisses her way back up Johns belly to his chest up his neck to his lips. Her chest rubbing against his on her way up to his lips. John breaks the kiss takes Emily by the hand to the bed. They reach the bed and kiss while John lays Emily on the bed without breaking the kiss. John lies on top of Emily she can feel his manhood on her leg. Wanting more but trying to be patient the tension is building. John now is on her neck kissing down to her chest once again exploring every inch of her chest. Emily is now moaning with pleasure wanting some type of release, but John has other plans on his mind. He kisses down her belly to the top of her thigh to her knee and down the inside of her thigh. He can smell she is excited. He makes his way to the top of her other thigh and down the inner thigh. John takes his fingers and removes Emily's thong slowly exposing her completely.

John inhales the sweet smell of her and takes her in his mouth. Exploring every inch of her. Emily moans even loader rubbing the top of Johns head. Emily tries to hold back but it is too much, she cant she explodes with 3 years of built up anticipation and frustration. John lets her catch her breath and slowly kisses his way up to her lips. They kiss a long overdue tribute to what should of happen long time ago.

As John lies now on his back Emily hands start rubbing his chest with her hands and planting kisses all over his chest and belly. Her hands exploring down to his shorts. With her hand she grabs his manhood and John lets out a sigh. For the first time she finally gets to explore what she has wanted for 20 years. She reaches down and removes his shorts exposing him completely. She pauses and takes the visual in. She is hungry she wants to take all of him in. Emily reaches down with her hands lightly stroking him and takes all of him in her mouth. John at this point is ready to explode doing everything he can to hold back. Emily continues to engulf every inch of him. Realizing he cannot last much longer she stops and crawls on top of John.

Emily slowly glides herself onto John taking in all of it she moans filling her completely. John and Emily both are lost in the moment. Neither one knowing how much longer they can last. The smell of sex fills the room. Both are now breathing heavy. Emily is now moving faster and John trying to hold back for her. Emily is getting loader John now has his hands on Emily's chest squeezing. Neither one can go any longer they both climax at the same time. Emily collapses on John as they both try and catch their breath. Emily cracks a smile and says to John that was definitely worth the wait.



Sweet Revenge



We had been dating for sometime now, but you had also been cheating on me just as long. That hurt me; I decided to move on, as I sat around, what was once our house packing up my belongings. Many thoughts scurrying through my mind, I thought evil plans of how I could hurt you like you have hurt me, but those ideas left as quickly as they came. Then that shit-eating grin slowly appeared as only another scheme had formed. I quickly finished packing and loading my stuff into the U-haul I had rented, deciding to pay you a visit at work. 

When I arrived you were standing around with a couple of your drinking buddies, shooting the shit. That is when you spotted me in the doorway; we walked towards one another until we were face to face. "Hi baby, you missing me?" you asked. I replied with, "Yes baby, I am and I am planning something real special for you tonight." It was so hard for me to put on a loving front when deep inside I just wanted to shake you asking, "How could you hurt me like this?"

"Don't you love me?" But I you would be getting what you deserve soon enough. 

That evening, I made your favorite dinner and served at the dinner tables only lit by candlelight. "Wow baby, this looks fabulous," you stated as you quickly dug in. To look at you and think that I once loved you repelled me, not liking those thoughts I quickly moved them aside. Once you were done eating, and had retired to the couch; I cleared the table, and cleaned up. I wiped my hands on a dishtowel as I walked into the living room. "Baby, you ready for your surprise now?" I asked. "Oh, and what might that be darling?" you curiously asked. "Well, go into the bedroom, sit your butt in the chair and you will find out baby." I replied. You obeyed moving faster than I had seen you move in a while, I yelled out, "Make sure you remove your clothes before sitting though." I grabbed my robe that I had hidden under a seat cushion, swiftly got undressed, and tied my robe around me. 

When I entered the bedroom, you were waiting in the chair anxiously for my arrival. I walked over to you, pulling two pieces of twine out of my robe pockets, whispering, and "Let the games begin." with that I tied your wrists to the chair. To my amazement, you didn't protest one bit. Bending down I kissed your lips, stating that, "This would be our last intimate moment because, I was leaving you", adding, "That you better enjoy every moment of it." You cussed me out but soon settled down when I dropped my robe to the floor, only to reveal my bit tits with hardened nipples. I ran my fingers over my breasts, finding my nipples I brushed gently over them, I ran my hand between my cleavage, under my breasts and then pushed my big titties to my mouth inhaling a nipple, biting and then sucking, then doing the same to the other. I could hear your breathing increasing, and your cock starting to rise above your legs. I moved my hand down inserting a finger into my moist slit; I then brought my finger to your mouth, telling you to taste me. "You taste so good baby, I want more", you proclaimed. "Not until I say, that is if I decide to let you." I said. 

I moved to the bed sitting down with my legs apart directly in front of you so that you would have a good view. I teased my clit as I told you just how good it felt, spreading my lips so that you could watch every move I made. My clit swollen from my own touch, my pussy burning with desire to also have attention. I was going to cum but not yet. I got up going over to you, kneeling down in front of you and tasted the pre-cum that was exiting your hard cock, as my mouth tasted you, you moaned as you enjoyed my touch. I brought my mouth to your balls, sucking them gently as my hand jerked you off, I continued that until you began shooting wads of cum; cum that I didn't want wasted, as who new when I would be tasting cum again. Maybe that was selfish but I wanted it all, and I licked every bit of it up. 

I then moved back over to the bed grabbing my dildo, I turned around so that I was facing you, then I asked, "Would you like to watch me use this?"

"Yes " you tried to mumble, I laid on my side so that once again you could see, I looked you in the eyes as I brought my dildo to my mouth, getting it wet with spit, I brought it to my inner thigh, moving it up and down; then I found my tight, wet slit, I plunged it in, my pussy instantly wetter from the shift, I could feel my pussy lips, slide up and down my stiff toy, I moaned with delight, as I saw that your cock was getting hard for a second time, it wasn't long before I had my first orgasm, only wanting more. I adjusted myself so that my tits were laying on the bed as my ass was directly in front of you, I spread my legs a little and handed you the dildo, "Fuck me hard with it baby"

"Now", I added. I thought you were going to shoot your load right there by the look on your face but you contained it. You inserted my toy deep inside me, but found it hard to thrust it in and out with your hands tied. "Stay still, and hold onto it tight", I told you. 

With that, I began moving back and forth doing all the work so you could sit and watch just how my pussy lips spread for a cock, watching as I took it down to your fingertips. I moved faster, making the thrusts harder. I moaned louder and found my love button with a hand, my tits rolling back and forth with my movements, so that the bedspread caressed them.

"Oh yeah, I like how that cock feels." You could see the juices flowing from my cunt, as I continued to propel the juice-covered dildo in and out. 

"Do you want your cock inside me baby?" I asked. 

"Yes baby, please." You begged. Okay but not until you taste my pussy first, and with that statement I removed my pussy from the dildo, and climbed up on the chair straddling your legs I bent over and grabbed my ankles so that you could eat me. You licked up some of the over flown juices, continuing up to my clit, flicking it with your tongue, then back down to my asshole entering inside a little, making me gasp with delight. Now I was on the verge of Cumming, but I wanted you to feel this last earth shattering orgasm inside me. 

So I pulled away from you, and quickly inserted your huge hard cock, inside my steaming pussy, I rode you quickly as your sucked my tits, I kissed you passionately, as I balanced myself my grasping your shoulders. I felt your cock jerk back, and then shoot your load covering the walls of my pussy, I joined your orgasm as I threw my head back, and tightened my pussy muscles, and I moaned, releasing all the juices that I had held back on. "Oh yesss" I kept screaming as my orgasm persisted to release more love juice. 

My body finally calmed, and I kissed you as I released your wrists from the ropes, you went into the bathroom; so I quickly dressed, and then left with tears in my eyes, you had your faults but I did love you, and enjoyed the sex with you. I climbed into the U-haul that I had parked a couple house down, as I was pulling away I saw you waving your arms at me to come back, but just continued driving, not knowing where I was going but knew that it had to be somewhere far away from you. Only hoping that you hurt as much as I did at that moment. 



Sweet Revenge



This story is fantasy only. I do not believe you should act out revenge on anyone for any purpose. It is for entertainment only.

He was mine, or at least I thought he was – until she came in our lives. Now all I had on my mind was how I could get back at the both of them. My mind was devising a truly wicked plan to punish them and break them up. Not that I wanted him back after what he did to me. The only flaw in my plan was how to get them into my power. I had to come up with a way to get them right where I wanted them, in my clutches so I could carry out my punishment of them both. But I’m getting ahead of myself, let me give the details first of why I came to the conclusion that I had to have my revenge. 

I met him a few months ago at a bar I frequently visited. I was enjoying myself, drinking way too much, when he walked up to me and asked me to dance. So we danced to a slow song and it was one of my favorites. After the dance, he asked me if I’d like to go shoot a game of pool with him. Seeing as how by this time I was well on my way to being drunk, I decided to make the game interesting. Even though we were in a bar, I told him if he could make difficult shots I would take something off or show him bare skin after we left. I never in a million years thought he could make the shots he made, but he did. Maybe it was the promise of skin that helped him along, Ill never know. 

After that night we were together every day for nearly 3 months. It was the happiest time of my life, then that little whore came into our lives and messed everything up. He had just started a new job and it was only a couple days into that job that he mentioned her name to me. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but I realize now that I should have. Every day he came home from work talking about her, about how nice she was and how helpful she was. It made me sick. 

Then came what was to be our last weekend together. We went out of town for the weekend to be away from everything and everyone. I had noticed a slight distance in the way he spoke and acted towards me, but once again thought nothing of it. The weekend turned out to be a total flop. Nothing went the way I had planned and I think we were both miserable. He dropped me off at home and left which upset me greatly. I didn’t hear from him the next day and it wasn’t till a few days later I was informed that he was staying with his bitch from work. 

So now we are back to my plan. I called him up and asked him to meet me so I could give him back his things he had left at my house. I told him he couldn’t come to my house because it would be too painful to have him there where we shared so many memories. I told him to meet me at a motel 5 miles out of town. It was a dive really, only used for afternoon quickies and secret affairs. I then called her up and told her he wanted her to meet him there. I rushed ahead to get there before either of them and set things up. I had maxed out my credit card at a sex shop buying all kinds of bondage and discipline equipment. 

She arrived first; letting herself in with the key I left at the front desk for her. As she entered the room, she saw me decked out in black leather hell bent on revenge. She started to run back out the door, but I ran and blocked the door before she could reach it. I overpowered her and quickly had her restrained with cuffs and thick rope. I added the ball gag to keep her from warning him from coming in. As we waited for him to arrive I informed her of my plan. I told her if she had just left him alone she wouldn’t be in the predicament right now and after I was through with the both of them, she wouldn’t want him anymore and he wouldn’t want her, but the real surprise was that I wasn’t doing this to get him back because I no longer wanted him either. 

It was another 10 minutes before I heard him knock at the door. Before I answered it, I pulled the sheets up over her body and completely covered her. I opened the door to let him in and surprised him with my leather outfit. He told me he didn’t come there to have sex with me, to which I just replied that I didn’t want to have sex with him either. He started to leave but I stopped him by pulling down the sheet and showing him his new love lying there naked in all her ugliness and bound as tight as I could get her. He charged towards me with anger in his eyes. I simply told him if he didn’t want her to be hurt he would stop and sit down immediately. He quickly sat down. 

He looked into my eyes and asked me why I was doing this. I told him it was my sweet revenge for what he had done to me; that no one got away with breaking my heart. I went to get more restraints to make sure I had no problems out of him. I told him to strip down completely and sit back down in the chair. I quickly had him tied up just as tightly as I did her. I informed him that I was going to make him watch every bit of what I did to her and if he even once averted his eyes it would be more painful for her. He agreed to what I told him and as I turned away from him, I saw tears in his eyes. 

I then called for my friend to come out of the bathroom where he had been waiting for his fun. Mike looked at her spread eagle on the bed naked as the day she was born and said it would take a lot for him to get hard enough to fuck her. She did not turn him on in the least bit, which I could easily understand. I turned to my ex and told him he was to watch me get Mike hard enough to torture Tamara. He begged me to stop what I was doing, that he couldn’t stand not only to see Tamara get raped by Mike, but he couldn’t stand to watch me with another man because he was still in love with me. I flippantly replied that he should of thought of that before he cheated on me. 

I slowly took off all my leather and pressed my nude body up against Mike’s. I slid down till I got to his dick, which limp was an impressive 10 inches and as thick as my wrist, and I knew from experience that it grew to be much larger when completely hard. I then put my mouth over the head of his awaiting cock and sucked it into my mouth as deeply as I could. I had never been able to take the whole thing in my mouth before, but not for lack of trying. I could feel him growing harder in my mouth. I glanced over once again at my ex and the tears that were in his eyes before were now streaming down his face. I saw how much he loved me, which made made me feel bad for just an instant, till I remembered the reason for my revenge. I felt pity for him; however, I got a sick pleasure out of his tears. 

Mike was finally hard and ready to take Tamara any way I said for him to. I reluctantly removed my mouth and directed him over to her. She also was crying; her eyes begging me not to go though with this. Mike reached down and ran his fingers over her clit, massaging it to get her wet. Her body starting shaking with a combination of tears and orgasm. He applied more pressure to her clit bringing her to an instant orgasm. The tears were running quickly down her face leaving red streaks on her cheeks. I picked up a bag that was full of many different devices to use on her. I had him attach a set of nipple clamps to her hard nipples. After they were on, I reached for the chain hanging between them and gave it a hard pull, ripping a scream from her gagged mouth. It was a sadistic pleasure I felt hearing her scream of pain. 

I looked at Mike and with a nod from me, he entered her, slowly at first letting her get accustomed to his size. He had inserted maybe 5 inches of his cock when he slammed the remaining inches deep into her. I was surprised that she didn’t flinch in the least bit at having that much cock shoved into her at once. Mike looked over at me, also surprised, and told me he could barely feel a thing. She was exactly what I thought her to be – a loose whore who had screwed more than your average prostitute. With this information, I walked over to her, tugging the chain on her nipple clamps, emitting another scream from her, and untied her legs from the bed. I told Mike to flip her over and stick it in her ass, maybe she could feel that. I heard my ex protest at that. He begged me once again to stop. He couldn’t stand to see her doing these things, knowing what kind of whore she was. I ignored his pleas and told Mike to continue. 

Mike pulled her ass up into the air slightly and pressed the head of his dick against her ass. Without any lubrication, he entered her. Tamara once again had tears in her eyes; however, she was moving against his dick like a bitch in heat. Mike said it was tighter than her pussy was, but he could tell she was enjoying it. Before long she was screaming with the intensity of her orgasm and yelling for him to fuck her hard. This was better than I expected. My ex couldn’t believe what he was seeing and hearing from her. He asked me to untie him so he could see her face while being sodomized. I complied with his wishes, knowing I had broken them up. He walked around and looked at her face and saw the look of complete ecstasy she was exhibiting. 

He then looked at me and begged me to forgive him. I told him that was impossible for me to do. He had hurt me and broken my heart. He was crying, as I’d never seen him cry before when he professed his love for me. I considered what he was saying for a few minutes, before telling him I would think about taking him back, but only if he promised to abide by all my rules. I was allowed to see whomever I wanted and could have sex with anyone I pleased, in front of him if I chose to do so. Whereas, he would have to be completely faithful to me, not even allowed to look at other women. If I found out he had broken any of my rules he would be gone from my life forever. I also told him he had to find a different job, because I didn’t want him working anywhere near Tamara and if I ever found out they had contacted each other, I would make sure both his life and hers was ruined forever. He agreed to my rules and we left while Mike was still pounding Tamara’s ass as hard as he could.

I found out later from Mike that after he finished screwing Tamara for over two hours, she was begging to see him again and he told her the only reason he touched her was because I had paid him to do so. She came to me threatening to report me, however, I had a video camera in the room that started recording after I tied her up and showed her begging Mike to fuck her. I told her no one would believe I had her “raped”. Ashamed, she walked away from me and we never heard from her again. As for me and my ex, I found out he has been cheating on me again. What can I do this time to make him pay?



Sweet Revenge



Toni walked into the room where I sat watching TV. She had her robe on with her hair made up for a night out on the town. Being Friday night, it wasn’t unusual for she and Jen to go out clubbing. Standing looking at me, she spoke telling me to come into the bedroom, she wanted to talk. We talked many times as she would dress and this didn’t appear to be anything else other than conversation.

Following her into the room, I sat on the edge of the bed. Toni sat at her dressing table and began applying her makeup. Looking at me through the mirror, she asked, “ Do you have any money?” 

Checking my wallet, I told her, “Just a little over a hundred.”

Toni stopped her primping, got up and walked to where I was sitting. Reaching out, she pushed me back onto the bed. Straddling my legs, she began rubbing me through my shorts. Smiling she playfully asked, “You think I could talk you out of a hundred?”

We’d played this game many times. She didn’t have to do anything for the money, but seemed to, and knew, I enjoyed her charades. Pulling my shorts down, enough to free my prick, She bent forward with her beautiful face only inches from mine.

“ Well? What do you say? Do I get the money?” 

With my cock at full mast, straining in her hand, she knew the answer. Sitting back, she began stroking up and down the length of my cock. Her other hand, was cupping my balls, teasing them with her fingernails. Damn she was good. I was on the verge of blowing and she’d been at this only a few minutes. 

Knowing I was close, Toni pumped faster. Squeezing and pulling on my balls, she felt them begin pulsing. Blast after blast of cum, exploded from my cock. The sticky white fluid, shot all over my stomach. Toni was smiling, loving the feeling of having this much control. Continuing to stroke, she milked the last drops from my quickly deflating prick. Raising her fingers to her mouth, she sucked them clean.

“Ooh, that tastes so good.” She reached down, retrieving my wallet. Removing her money she smiled at me, returning to her dressing table.

“Thank you kindly.” She said with a southern drawl. “It’s a pleasure doing business with ya.”

Toni returned to applying her makeup as if nothing had happened. 

Lying across the bed, I was trying, to catch my breath. Breathing hard, I asked,  “You and Jen going out?”

“No.” Toni replied. “I’m going to Don’s house.” 

“Where?” I asked, raising up, onto my elbows. ”D Don’s? Why would you go over there?”

“We had lunch today and he asked me to come over.” She answered, “So, I told him, ok.”

“You’re married Toni.” I told her. “You don’t go to a single man’s house when you’re married. Doesn’t he know about your marital status?

“Yes he knows.” She replied. Turning to look at me she continued. “He knows a lot about me. Some things, even you don’t know.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“For starters, how unhappy I am.” She began spilling her guts. “I hate our marriage, We do nothing. We haven’t even fucked in four months. The only one getting anything from it, is you.”

I was floored. Seeing her earlier, I thought she enjoyed what she was doing. Looking at her still getting dressed, I asked, “Why haven’t you said something?”

“I did.” She said. “Many times. Going out all the time with Jen, staying out late at night, and not allowing you to screw me. I hoped you’d get the message. You’re so busy watching the game or working, you didn’t have time to listen.”

She’s right. She was trying to tell me. I was just blind. Getting a hand job every now and then kept me from being frustrated.

“What can I do to change your mind?” I asked. “I’ll try anything. Please don’t go and see him.”

“It’s kind of late for that now.” Toni said. “He and I have been having lunch together for a month now.”

Not knowing what to say, I just let her do the talking.

“About a month ago, we saw each other while shopping. We made a lunch date and went our separate ways. When I got back to work, I couldn’t believe how excited I was. I had a lunch date.”

A month ago? Why hadn’t Toni mentioned this? Maybe she did and I wasn’t listening. Whatever the reason, I was in a world of shit now.

“We had a wonderful time. Lunch at the Tea room, allowed us to catch up on each others lives.” Almost reminiscing, she concluded. “Time passed so quickly, we made another date for the next day.” 

Toni continued getting dressed as she relayed her story to me.

“The next day he insisted on driving. He chauffeured me in his Cadillac to a nice restaurant I’d never been to. Very expensive, I felt kind of funny. It was so elegant, the kind of place, rich people eat.” 

“Taking my hand, he led me to a table for two, romantically set with candles. Are you expecting anyone? I playfully asked Him.

‘Only you.” don answered. “Who could want anything more beautiful?”

His remarks and lavish embellishment were starting to have the desired effect he’d hoped for. Asking Toni to dance, she accepted. 

Moving around the dance floor, He held her against him. Toni needing to feel wanted responded, laying her head on his shoulder.

The noon time adventure continued till early afternoon. She called into work saying she’d be in later. The dancing and dining, left her wanting, more of this romantic affection in her love life.

The feeling Don was giving Toni, was definitely, not good. The saying, “Lonely women make good lovers” was starting to be very true. Toni, with a two year old daughter, her girlfriend being wined and dined in romantic fashion, was feeling left out.


Don couldn’t have planned his timing any better. Toni wanted companionship, and he was more than willing to give it. 

Don and Toni Knew each other before she and I met. The two of them went out, dating for a year after her eighteenth birthday. Don six years older than Toni did and said all the things to impress a young woman. Being the first real man she’d dated, Toni loved how he doted on and pampered her. Only eighteen when they met, all her previous boyfriends, just wanted to get into her panties. For this reason, Toni chose to stay a virgin till she married. Not allowing, anyone a feel under her skirt, only a lucky few ever got the pleasure of feeling, her firm round breasts. 

I had just returned home, from being stationed over seas. Still in the military, Toni met me dressed in my uniform, her ultimate weakness. I talked her into a date that weekend. Don did his best to change her mind, reminding her, they were going to Austin for a vacation. Lucky for me, she decided to stay. Within six months, we married. 

Had Toni went, she’d most likely, lost her Cherrie to Don? He’d been patient with her, waiting for the right time. Though it was me that got that prized possession, it appeared, Don was romancing her away.

Why Toni stayed a virgin, had nothing to do with how she looked. Quite the contraire, it was her looks and body, every man lusted for. 

Toni is a beautiful woman. Very tall, she stands a little under, six feet without heels. She weighs around one fifty, all of which is toned and evenly proportioned along her, curvy, feminine body. Her long brown hair falls to the middle of her back, framing her beautiful face. Adorned with full sensuous lips, a small upturned nose and sparkling, sexy green eyes, you find yourself mesmerized with her charm.

Her body will challenge any centerfold, displayed between the pages of Playboy. Long, shapely legs curve upward showing off their toned calves and firm thighs. The 37 inch hips and 27 inch waist, display her sexy figure with her tight heart shaped ass and flat little tummy. Set high rounding upward, are her firm 39inch D cup breasts. Toned with no sag, they stand proud. Topped with long, thick nipples set in small areolas, they appear to be eternally erect. 

Inheriting her mother’s naturally soft skin, Toni’s golden tan covers her entire body. Only I’ve seen the secret she possesses. Under her bikini, lies the creamiest, white skin, shaped exactly the same. She’s the poster girl for angelic beauty and devilish sexiness combined into one.

Toni always dresses to accent her beauty. Using a good conservative style, she combines sexiness making it perfect. Always wearing high heels she shows off her magnificent frame with no effort. 

Sex between the two of us, started with, an extreme passion. I guess she’s right. Over time we stopped making love, and started having sex. Now nothing. The only sex between us consisted of, her giving me a hand job, usually before going out with Jen. On rare occasions she might let me play with those tits during the process. She hadn’t let me in her panties in four months. 

Toni done with her makeup now, retrieved a bag from the dresser drawer. Sitting back down her continued with her narrative.

“We’ve been having lunch at least three times a week, with the climax of our reunion coming today at the park.”

I was starting to get that sick feeling in my gut. Putting my hands over my face I tried not to see him with my wife. Toni started describing the session in detail while she continued dressing.

Toni pulled a new, lacy, white bra panty and garter set from the bag. Dropping her robe, she began putting them on as if dressing for her own pleasure. She delicately put on the bra, smoothing and adjusting it to cradle her breasts. Running her hands over the cups, she appeared to be enjoying the feel of the lace against her skin. Next she pulled the panties up her legs, positioning them, to cover the creamy skin shaped by her bikini. Nothing more, than a, thin, v shaped, lace triangle, barely covering her neatly trimmed pussy hair. Pulling the sides high to show off her curvy hips, the back was nothing more than a ribbon; she pulled between the cheeks of her ass. There was definitely more showing than she’d shown before.

“How can she do this knowing I’m right here watching?” My mind raced trying to understand the events unfolding before me. 

Toni closed the garter around her small waist, looking in the mirror; she adjusted it, making sure the four straps hung evenly down her thighs. Finished for the moment, she sat back down and took a pair of silk stockings from the bag. Reaching down she rolled the stocking up her leg with them stopping on her thighs trimmed in matching lace. Repeating the process again she lifted each of her legs to smooth the nylons for the best fit. She stood back up and putting the straps under the panty, she pulled them tight, hooking them to the stockings. Stepping into her new four inch white pumps she stepped back to admire the sight in the full length mirror.

Christ, I was getting a full blown erection from the incredible sight before me. She may not be dressing for me, but the show was overwhelming. 

Toni turned side to side making fine toothed adjustments. Once happy with the finished product, she placed her hands on her hips and smiled knowingly at the sexy goddess in the mirror. Looking at her I realized I’d been wrong. She blew away, the women in the magazines. 

Finished with this stage of dressing, Toni resumed her story.

“Today at lunch, Don and I spent two hours at the park. Talking for awhile, he reached over and pulled me toward him. I felt excitement like a girl on her first date. Turning he took my face and kissed me softly. I knew I should stop him, but couldn’t find the ability to do so. Sensing my weakness, he kissed me again, pushing his tongue between my lips. Loosing all will to resist, I started kissing him back.”

I’m sure I looked stunned. My mouth dropped open and in disbelief of what I was hearing. I hated myself for letting this happen.

Toni pulled out a new thin wrap around dress from the closet. Wrapping it around her body, she finished it with a matching belt closing around and showing off her tiny waist. Looking off dreamily as if reliving the events, she sat back letting the dress fall open exposing her wonderful thighs. Toni started back up, where she’d left off. 

“It felt so good. His tongue was dancing with mine. I could feel a passion building inside that was quickly getting out of control.”

Toni reached into her purse and took out a box from the jeuwlers. Opening the box she retrieved a gold chain sporting a diamond pendant. Placing it around her neck and putting on the matching bracelet, she stopped to admire how she looked. Then she put on matching diamond earrings, completing her ensemble. Now, other than her wedding ring, everything else she was wearing, was new.

“We kissed like this for a while. It was beginning to make me tingle.”

Toni loved to kiss. There was no sweeter taste than her tongue running across yours. If you wanted to get into her bed, you just needed to find her weakness, kissing. Toni hadn’t kissed me in quite a while, and here she was allowing Don to ignite the fires of passion. 

“I was so hot by then. Don knew it and began caressing my thigh just under the hem of my dress. Reclining the seat, the two of us now lay back, continuing to explore each others tongues. I had worn my red dress that buttoned up the front. I also had on a white sheer front hook bra, the one with the silky thin cups. I wore my matching four inch red pumps and sheer tan colored pantyhose. Lost in the passion I didn’t try to stop him when he slipped his hand into my dress. He began squeezing and feeling of my breast. God it felt so good. He could feel my nipple straining through my bra begging for release. My breath was coming short as if I were a high schooler being felt up.  

Toni was sitting back in her chair. Now lost in a dream like state, had her hand inside her dress, squeezing her breast, as if recreating Don’s earlier movements. Her eyes tightly closed, she appeared to be telling the story, for her pleasure and not for me anymore.

“Don’s fingers took my nipple and began pulling it thru my bra, making it grow obscenely long. The other nipple had followed suit, and was now clearly visible through my dress. He hadn’t let up kissing me during his exploration. God I was going crazy. I didn’t want him to stop.

Don knew he had me reeling, emitting little moans around, his probing tongue. Sometime during his feeling of my tits, he’d unbuttoned my dress down the front. Had he looked down he’d have seen me in, all my glory. My pussy is clearly visible through the sheer pantyhose. I never wear panties with pantyhose. That way I have no panty lines.

Don placed his right hand behind my neck, and pulled me into the most powerful embrace yet. My arms were around his neck, leaving no protection against his next move. Taking his hand off my bra, he pushed it swiftly down into my pantyhose cupping my pussy. Pushing his finger into my sopping cunt, what will I’d just mustered, left immediately. I opened my legs to allow him the access he needed. 

He moved from my mouth to my neck, gently nibbling and sucking, bringing on an, intense wave of pleasure. Somehow he’d torn open the crotch of my hose and pulled his hand from my waistband. Wasting no time he returned his finger to my slit. I was out of control now. Realizing my state of defense, he slipped downward, kissing his way down my body. 

Don’s finger remained inside me, while using his thumb, to tickle my clit. Stopping at my breasts, he began sucking my sensitive nipples thru my bra. With the cups wet, from his saliva, they were transparent allowing my nipples to show obscenely through. I could have lived with the feeling forever, but not being his ultimate goal, he continued down. Kissing over my tummy, he trailed down, reaching his goal, between my legs. 

Repositioning himself, Don knelt between my legs, pushing them wider apart. I had my head back and eyes closed, playing with my nipples, twisting and pulling on them. I had no idea he was watching me while he played with my pussy. I was flat on my back. Head back, eyes closed, playing with my, bra covered tits. My dress was wide open, being used as a blanket to lay me on. With my legs open wide, my knees were bent pulling them back, lifting my feet and calves parallel to the rest of my body. Still in my pantyhose and red pumps, with an area torn exposing my cunt area to even God. 

Don loved what he saw. Other than you, he was the only other to view this sight. Bending down while supporting my legs over his shoulders, he went in for the kill. Taking my clit between his lips, he began sucking and tugging in unison with my caresses of my nipples. I lost track of where I was. Letting go of one of my breasts, I began running my fingers through his hair.

I was in total shock now. He’d tasted my pot of honey. I wanted to kill him for trying to steal my treasure. Looking at Toni She now had placed her feet up, resting her heels against her dressing table. Her legs were spread, with her free hand rubbing herself between her legs. Her finger, pulled the lacy covering aside and her free finger, was penetrating her hole. She had returned to the scene of the crime. It was hard to feel anger watching this woman pleasure her body, while telling her story.

“Oh Don.” she purred, resuming where she’d left off. “That feels so Devine.”

 His tongue was working magic, causing jolts of pleasure to shoot through my body. He was quickly bringing me to an earth shattering climax. I was now matching his strokes with movements in my hips. Pulling his head into my cunt, I arched my back and screamed.

“Ahhhhhhh Oh God.” I was cumming. My pussy was spasming flooding his mouth. I was trembling all over. “Don’t stop don’t stop Oh sweet Jesus don’t stop.”

Don could have strangled me then, and I’d have let him. I was totally his at the moment. I kept grinding my hips into his face, while digging my heels into his back. Don continued sucking, while letting me ride out my orgasm. In the fury of my climax I’d pulled my titty from my bra and had pulled the nipple so hard it stood an inch outward. I was so in love with the moment. I hadn’t felt that good in years.

While still in my high Don reached down and freed his cock from his pants. I didn’t see or feel him do this, still experiencing my high. With my legs still pulled up and back he moved his body up coming to rest on top of me. Putting his tongue back in my mouth I rapped my arms around his neck pulling him close to me. My legs were now still bent but my feet were planted, pushing against the seat. 

Don reached down and slid his cock in between the lips of my pussy. Feeling it sliding along my slit, he began moving making it rub against my clit. This was causing me to spasm every time it made contact. My hips were responding moving up and down, matching his rhythm. Moving together heightened my pleasure but also, aligned the head with my opening.

When aligned, he’d push up causing it to start slipping inside the opening. I knew we’d already gone too far, but my mind was telling me, you can stop him when you want. Kissing down he began to, suck and pull on my neck. The tip now in, began to slide forward pushing into my cunt. His cock was so thick, it was having trouble getting inside. I’ve never felt anything so large trying to go inside me. Don’s inability to penetrate me was realy frustrating him. He let go of my neck and pushed himself up, kneeling between my spread thighs. It was then I got my first look at his wonderful cock. 

It was huge. Twice the length and width of your cock. Don took it and began rubbing the head over my clit. I felt something sticky. Looking down, I saw his slit spitting out a thick fluid. Within a few strokes he’d coated my clit and lips with the white clear fluid. I knew I couldn’t let him put it in me. It would be much too dangerous. He was using it to rub me off. Every few strokes, he’d rub it between my lips and against my opening. 

This was driving me crazy. Pushing down with my feet, I lifted my ass giving him a better angle to increase his contact with my clit. I was getting real close now. He knew this and took the opportunity, to further his progress. I was obscenely displaying myself to him, pushing my ass up and digging my heels into the seat. My eyes were closed concentrating on my pending orgasm.




Sweet Revenge



Don using his fingers began rolling my sticky clit between them. His other hand had his cock and was rubbing the head around my opening. The two working together were clouding my mind keeping me from thinking clearly. As he increased the pressure on my clit, he began pushing the head into my passage. I could feel the oozing inside my passage but his pulling on my clit wouldn’t let me think. He had my cunny soaking wet coated in his semen. With one final pull on my clit, It began. 

I grabbed my tits and started squeezing them hard. Closing my eyes tight I thrust my hips as far up as they would go. The pulsing began with a steady rhythm. Matching his tug on my clit, I’d pull on my tits intensifying the pleasure. Don used my climax to work the head of his cock into my opening. Stretched open, exploding, he pulled even harder. He had me.

I had no intentions of letting him fuck me. But, here I was, my hips thrusting up, letting him push getting the whole head into my passage. He eased forward stopping with three inches inside. Taking his shaft in his hand he started working it up and down the shaft. His head was throbbing adding to my climax. I was so lost it didn’t dawn on me he was milking his cock into me. He would stroke the length a few times then squeeze his balls. It would cause his cock to jerk and pulse spilling out into my cunt. All I knew was, when it throbbed, it pushed my climax higher. 

Don left the penetration at this level making me think I had everything under control. I couldn’t have been farther from the truth. He’d already spilled at least as much as you do when you cum. It was just done so suttle, I didn’t know. He started rolling my clit faster making it throb. I’d pulled so hard on my nipples they were swollen. With his other hand he started stroking faster and harder on his shaft. I couldn’t come down from my orgasm. I was thrusting my hips fucking the three inches inside, my cunt caressing his head. Subconsciously my cunt was trying to steel his seed. 

Don was really pumping his cock now getting very close to cumming himself. With one more tug on my clit causing me to scream out, he tensed, squeezed my clit, and still stroking, started shooting into my cunt. Though still only a few inches inside my pussy,. I could feel him shooting deep into the passage of my cunt. The feeling was incredible and unbelievable. While not letting him fuck me, I’d just let him use my fertile pussy to jack off into. The knowledge and force of his blasts finished me. I began bucking violently trying to fuck his cock. Pushing forward, he stopped an inch short of my womb. Don held me in place and continued to shoot directly against my unprotected cervix. 

My orgasm was still going. Making him pull out was no longer one of my options. He’d already shot eight hard blasts into me. Filling me up, while being so large and me so tight, he’d caused a locking seal. Nothing was coming back out. It began to run through my mind, as my climax subsided, I’d just let him cum inside me. I wasn’t on anything and at my fertile time. What if I get pregnant?

A worry started, but was replaced quickly with a warm feeling. So what. It feels so great. I pulled him down onto me. With him still deep inside, I wrapped my legs around his back. Looking into his face I asked him.

“Please make love to me?” 

Don took my face and kissed me softly. “Only if you promise to be all mine and never let another man have you again.”

Looking into his eyes, I told him. “I love you.”

Hearing this he began making love to me for the next hour cumming in me twice. Each time, pressing completely against my cervix. It was the best sex I’ve ever had. No, it was making love.”

Toni finished with her story, straightened her clothes putting everything back into perfect order. She then turned to me and took off her wedding rings. Setting them on the bed she slipped on a new diamond ring. It was complete. Everything new. 

She walked into the next room. Putting a new white dress and shoes on her daughter, she picked her up and walked to the door. Turning to see me one last time, she said,


“Have a nice life. Goodbye.”

I never saw her again.



Sweet Revenge



Crash!

Alexis jumped in surprise at hearing the loud noise coming from the bedroom she and her girlfriend Jenna shared. Curiosity got the best of her, and she hurried back to the bedroom, where she found Jenna sitting in the floor in front of the open closet door with a mountain of "stuff" around her.

"Jenna, what are you doing?" Alexis asked incredulously.

"I was looking for my silver and purple shirt, but somehow all this stuff crashed down on me." Jenna replied apologetically.

Alexis laughed. "We probably need to clean that closet out."

"Yeah, we probably do, but it's so much easier just to shove all this stuff right back in there."

"Only to have it fall back down on one of us again!"

"I guess you do have a point," Jenna conceded.

"I'll help you, sweetie. It's my closet, too," Alexis said.

The two girls got to work pulling out clothes, shoes, and various other accessories from the cavernous depths of the closet. Jenna unearthed a shoebox from beneath a pile of belts. 

"Look, Alexis, it's the box full of things that Brett gave me."

"Don't look!" Alexis warned.

Brett was Jenna's ex-boyfriend. She had been madly in love with him and assumed that he felt the same way. In the end, he had dumped Jenna for a girl named Mindy, who Jenna always liked to say looked like "an English pit bull with ice pick scars and a really bad overbite." Mindy had gotten pregnant, and she and Brett had gotten married. Jenna, unfortunately, was still not completely over her ex.

"I think you should burn that box," Alexis sniffed.

"So do I, but I can't bring myself to do it," Jenna answered. She set the box aside and tried not to think about its contents.

"Well, if you can't burn the box, you should at least figure out some way to get even with him for breaking your heart."

"I know. I've thought about it, but I can't come up with anything good."

The two girls stopped working to ponder on fitting retribution for Brett. Suddenly, Alexis' eyes lit up.

"Jenna, do you remember back when you and Brett were still together, and he wanted me to join the two of you?"

"Oh, yes, his little threesome scheme."

"Well, I have an idea."

The next day, Alexis and Jenna hid in the bushes in front of Brett's house; both girls were dressed in trench coats, and Alexis carried a large cloth bag. Jenna peeped inconspicuously into the window. She saw Mindy, pregnant and cumbersome, heading for the door.

"The man-stealing psycho is on her way out," she whispered to Alexis.

The door opened, and Mindy waddled out to her a car, a beat-up gold Dodge Neon. Jenna and Alexis watched her drive away. 

"Ready?" Alexis asked her girlfriend.

"Ready!" Jenna grinned.

The two of them snuck up to the unlocked back door and quietly slipped inside the house. Brett was lying on his bed, asleep.

"Perfect," Alexis whispered.

Jenna and Alexis crept into Brett's bedroom and slowly stripped off their coats. Both of them wore sexy black leather BDSM outfits. Jenna opened the bag and pulled out four pairs of handcuffs. She slunk toward the headboard and began to cuff both of the heavily sleeping Brett's hands to the bed. She tossed the other two pairs of handcuffs to Alexis, who cuffed Brett's feet to the footboard. After Brett was rendered suitably immobile, Alexis pulled a whip out of the bag and popped it over Brett's stomach.

"Wake up, big boy!"

Brett jerked quickly awake. When he saw the tall, dark-haired Jenna and the somewhat shorter, blond-haired Alexis standing beside his bed wearing black leather get-ups, he thought he was still dreaming. 

"Wha--?" he stuttered, shocked by the sight of the two beautiful women. Alexis sat down on the bed next to Brett's head.   

"Hi, Brett. It's us--your greatest dream and your worst nightmare," Alexis purred.

"What are you doing here?" Brett stammered.

"Making you pay, sweetie, making you pay," Jenna answered. "Alexis, I don't want to hear him talk. Gag him." Jenna tossed the gag over to Alexis, who quickly stuffed it into Brett's open mouth.

"Ready for some fun, angel?" Alexis taunted Brett. She wrapped her arms around Jenna and kissed her deeply. Jenna kissed back, circling her tongue around Alexis'. Suddenly, however, Jenna pulled back.

"We almost forgot the most important thing, beautiful," Jenna said, digging through the bag that was now lying on the floor next to Brett's bed. 

"Yes, we did," Alexis agreed.

Jenna retrieved the video camera and tripod and set them up across the room, pointing the lens toward Brett. She pressed the "start" button and walked back over to Alexis. The two girls undressed their captive and smiled at each other. 

"Showtime," Jenna whispered.

The two girls lay down next to Brett on the bed and started kissing passionately. Alexis nibbled on Jenna's bottom lip, and Jenna nibbled back. Brett watched the proceedings, his cock becoming hard.

"I think he's enjoying this, Alexis," Jenna whispered.

"Good," Alexis replied and went back to kissing Jenna.

Jenna and Alexis slowly began stripping one another, seemingly oblivious to Brett, though he watched them closely. Once they were both naked, Jenna pulled Alexis on top of her in 69 position. They dove eagerly into each others' pussies. Jenna slowly circled her tongue around Alexis' clit, tasting her sweet juices, and massaged her breasts. Alexis tugged at Jenna's clit with her teeth and drove two fingers into Jenna's pussy. Brett moaned a little in spite of himself.

"Did you hear something, Jenna?"

"I think I did, beautiful. We need to teach him a lesson, don't we?" Alexis whispered, rolling off of Jenna.

"Oh, yes," Jenna replied, sliding off the bed and digging through the bag once more. She came up with a pair of nipple clamps. 

"You want to do the honors?" Jenna asked, tossing them to Alexis.

"Sure," Alexis replied, "but let's take the gag off so we can hear what he thinks about his punishment."

"Okay, honey."

Alexis pulled the gag off Brett.

"Jenna, before this goes any farther, I want you to know that after all that's happened, and no matter what happens here today, I still love you," Brett whispered.

Alexis could see the hesitation in Jenna's eyes. She felt no such indecision, however; she had heard her beautiful girlfriend cry over this pig time and time again. She secured first one clamp onto Brett's nipple, then the other. He tried not to cry out in pain, although his cock grew increasingly harder with every passing second. Alexis pulled at the clamps, and Brett flinched.

"Jenna, you suck his cock while I play with these things," Alexis instructed.

Jenna did not answer; she merely slid down between Brett's legs and took his rigid cock into her mouth. She ran her tongue down the vein on the underside of his nice-sized cock, along the line that ran between his balls, back to his ass, and back up again. Jenna licked around the head and ran her tongue underneath the glans. Alexis tugged alternately at each of Brett's nipple clamps. Jenna slowly sucked Brett's cock into her mouth, sucking hard, and bobbing her head up and down on it. She eased a finger into Brett's ass, flickering her tongue over the underside of his cock as she sucked it. Jenna and Alexis continued working Brett this way until Jenna sensed he was about to cum. She pulled away from him and looked up at Alexis.

"Sweetie, can you help me untie him and roll him over on his stomach?" she asked her blond girlfriend.

"Of course," Alexis answered.

The two of them quickly untied Brett, rolled him over, and retied him to the bed. Alexis lay down in front of him, her legs spread wide. 

"Eat my girlfriend's pussy," Jenna commanded, pushing Brett's head between Jenna's legs. "You can't cum until she does."

Brett attacked Alexis' pussy eagerly. He ran his tongue in between her inner and outer lips and raked his tongue ring over her wet folds. As he plunged his tongue deep into her wet hole, Jenna rummaged through the bag once again until she found a dildo, a strap-on harness, and a tube of lubricant. She fastened the harness onto herself and pushed the dildo into position. Jenna leaned over to fuck Brett's ass with her tongue as she lubed up the dildo. Alexis moaned loudly as Brett began to flick his tongue ring over her sensitive clit. Jenna slowly began to ease the dildo up Brett's ass. He jumped as he felt it touch him.

"I'll be easy, big boy, since you were gentle when you used to give it to me up the ass, but now you'll know how I used to feel," Jenna promised.

Brett sighed a little in pleasure as Jenna carefully pushed the dildo deep inside his ass. She pulled it almost all the way out, then pushed it back in, going a little harder with each stroke. As the pressure on his ass increased, the speed of Brett's tongue on Alexis' hard little clit increased. She screamed loudly and came hard all over his face. Brett was quick to lick her clean. Alexis slid down beneath him to suck his cock as Jenna pounded his ass. The feeling of having his cock sucked and his ass stretched was too much for Brett; he came almost immediately. Alexis swallowed his cum, and Jenna slowly pulled out of his ass.

"Let's put him on his back again," Alexis suggested.

"Okay," Jenna agreed.

The two girls untied their now-willing captive again and repositioned him before retying him. Brett's cock was still hard--Alexis impaled herself on it, and Jenna sat down on his face. Brett licked Jenna ass to clit and back again as Alexis bounced up and down on his stiff cock. He traced his tongue ring in intricate patterns on Jenna's clit. She leaned over and kissed Alexis, who continued riding Brett's cock. Suddenly, Jenna moaned loudly and came hard. Brett licked her clean and gave a low groan. Alexis lifted herself up off his cock, and he came all over his own stomach. Jenna licked the cum off of his bod with a gentle tongue.

"Since you've been such a good boy, we're going to untie you," Jenna whispered.

She and Alexis released his hands and feet and removed his nipple clamps. 

"We aren't finished with you yet, though," Alexis warned.

"Good," Brett grinned. He definitely was not upset about having his wildest fantasy come true.

"Jenna's favorite position is doggy-style. You're going to give it to her that way while she licks me," Alexis instructed. 

Jenna got down on all fours, and Brett thrust his cock inside her, fucking her deep and hard. Jenna buried her face in Alexis' pussy, fingering her wet hole and lapping roughly at her clit. Brett teased Jenna's clit with his fingers while he fucked her. Jenna, who had missed having sex with Brett, had orgasm after orgasm. Finally, Alexis came hard, all over Jenna's face. The two girls' screams pushed Brett over the edge, and he pulled his cock out of Jenna and came on her back. Alexis leaned over to lick the cum off of Jenna. Slowly, Jenna turned around, grabbed Brett, and gave him a long, passionate "I missed you" kiss. 

When Jenna and Brett pulled away from each other, Alexis pushed Brett back down on his bed and tied him once more to the head- and foot- boards. 

"Now what?" Brett asked eagerly.

"Now we leave," Alexis said with a devilish smile. She helped Jenna put all the toys back in the bag, and the two girls got dressed. They stopped the video camera and removed the tape before putting the camera and tripod into the bag as well. Jenna quickly put the gag back on her ex, and the two girls walked out the door, leaving Brett tied to the bed, sticky and naked. They could hear his muffled screams.

"Oops," Jenna said to Alexis, "I almost forgot." She went back in the room and tossed the tape onto Brett's stomach.

"I hope your wife enjoys this," Jenna snapped at him. She closed the door, then stopped and poked her head back inside. Their eyes met for a moment.

"By the way," she whispered, "I still love you, too, you fucker."



Sweet Revenge



It had been a while since she had heard from her boyfriend so Brenda hopped online, hoping to catch him there. Unfortunately, he was not on. Quickly she checked her emails to see if he had responded to any of the ones she had sent to him but there was nothing. That was so strange because for over a year now, they had communicated online whenever possible. See, her boyfriend was unhappily married (or so he told her) but was thankfully in an open marriage and they were generally able to see each other frequently. At this time though, they were going on several weeks without seeing each other and Brenda was going nuts with frustration at having no outlet for her sexual desires. 

After waiting for quite a while for Walt to sign on, Brenda decided to check his email and see if he had gotten an email inviting him to a Halloween party. Walt had needed some help with a problem on his profile and had given Brenda his password several months ago so she could fix the issue for him. Little did either of them realize at the time what that innocent little gesture would turn into!

When Walt's email finally came up, Brenda was amazed at the number of emails in the mailbox. Curiosity got the better of her and she began opening some of them that were obviously from other women. Reading one, anger seized her and she began quickly opening others. A cry of hurt, anger and disbelief was torn from her throat, as the depth of his deception was made clear. Email after email was full of sexual innuendoes, comments about previous encounters, ones yet to come and even one addressed to a woman he called "honey" thanking her for indulging in phone sex with him that very night. It hurt so badly to see the erotic story that Walt had said he had wrote for her was also sent to so many other women. Pictures that Walt had said he wanted to try to reenact with Brenda were sent to other women with the exact same message. Times when Walt had told Brenda that he was working or had to go someplace with his wife, he was actually laying in the arms of another woman, actually, several other women. Brenda began to send a small selection of the emails to herself so she would have proof to confront him with.

Brenda logged onto another website where Walt received mail, figuring his password would be the same on that one as well. Unfortunately it was the same and she was able to read those emails as well. Or maybe it was fortunate that she was able to look. Maybe it was time she learned what type of person she was dealing with. Again, she forwarded some of the emails to herself. 

Brenda leaned back in her chair, stunned at what she had learned. The man she had loved for a year, the man she considered her best friend, lover, confidant, and soul mate, the man who asked her to be his beloved wife even though it couldn't be legal was a user. Nothing more than a player who had learned the rules of the game better than anyone she had ever ran across before. Tears of pain coursed down her cheeks as she realized what a fool she had been, how quickly and easily she had been played for a sucker. 

Once some of the shock had worn off, Brenda decided to log onto one of Walt's instant message services and look at the archive. Like someone worrying a sore tooth, Brenda couldn't let go of her desire to know how many other women were out there who had fallen victim to Walt's stories and lies, she had to keep probing at the pain. It hurt so much but she couldn't stop touching on it. Brenda was surprised at how few people Walt had on his buddy list but one lady was showing up as online. Before she could change her mind, Brenda clicked on the button to show "Walt" as online and sat back, waiting to see if this woman would approach her or not. After a few tense moments in which Brenda held her breath, she logged off. The woman did not approach her. Maybe it was possible that she and Walt were only friends. 

When Brenda signed back onto the instant message service, she was immediately connected under Walt's screen name because she had not reset her computer to her own name. A cold hard pit of dread and anger settled in her stomach when the buddy of Walt's she had noticed earlier sent her a message. Softly sobbing, Brenda responded back, acting as if she were Walt. Although it felt as if her heart were breaking into a million pieces, Brenda talked with this woman as if nothing were wrong, repeating some of the same complaints Walt had voiced to her about his wife and his life in general. With a heavy heart, Brenda made plans with this woman for a luncheon date on Wednesday or Thursday at the Olive Garden. 

Tears almost blinded Brenda as she conversed with this lady, acting as if nothing were wrong. Her body shivered as if she was caught outside in an arctic blast while they chatted away. Brenda learning some details of this woman's life while they talked, trying desperately to discover what it was about her that led Walt to her. Suddenly, Brenda's stomach heaved. The past 17 months of lies and deceit more than her body could bear any longer. Telling her new friend that she had to use the bathroom, Brenda rushed away from the screen and bolted to the bathroom. 

Leaning against the cupboard in the bathroom after she was finished and had flushed the toilet, Brenda began remembering the 'ceremony' her and Walt had shared after he had asked her to become his beloved wife. Crying heavily, Brenda recalled how special, wonderful and loved she had felt when Walt had slipped on the ring he had bought as a symbol of his commitment to her. Seized with a terrible fury, Brenda stormed into her bedroom, dumped out her jewelry box and frantically searched for all the things Walt had given her that she had cherished. Throwing them on the ground, Brenda stomped on them, smashing them all to tiny pieces. 

When Brenda returned to the computer, the woman she had been speaking to had left a message stating she would be right back. Brenda began typing a message to her, explaining who she was and apologizing for acting as if she were Walt. Before she could click the "Send" button though, Brenda got a wonderful idea for revenge. 

"Maybe it's time for Walt to be played for a sucker," Brenda thought. Brenda changed the settings for Walt's account so that all of his messages would be archived. Then she deleted the email she had begun to him. She would wait a little longer to see if the plan for revenge would actually work before she let him know what a despicable asshole he thought it was.

Brenda started another email instead, one to all of the women she had found emails either to or from in Walt's accounts. In the letter, she introduced herself as another of Walt's victims and explained how long she had known Walt. She explained her idea for revenge to the other women, begging them not to share her plan with Walt if they decided they did not want to participate. Brenda was taking a big risk in contacting all of these women with her idea on revenge, perhaps Walt did not make the same suggestions of a future with them, and perhaps he was more honest and did not make them feel as if they were the only ones in his life outside of Sheri.

It was difficult to pretend to Walt that nothing was wrong in their relationship. Luckily Brenda was in the process of moving so it was easy for her to avoid talking to him for any great length of time by pleading either the need to move something, saying she had to go to work or that she was tired from all the day's activities. It made her so angry to read him telling her he loved her, to hear him calling her his beloved wife, telling her how much he missed her and couldn't wait to be with her again. Several times when they would talk on the phone, Brenda had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming at him what a scum-sucking bastard he was when he talked about how crazy he was going because they hadn't seen each other in so long.

Finally Brenda got all the responses back on the email she had sent out to Walt's other 'girlfriends' and then called Walt to put her plan in motion. 

"Hi, baby," she practically purred when he answered the phone, "is this a bad time?"

"Not at all, my beloved," Walt replied. 

"Good," Brenda said. "I just found out I'm going to be down by you this Friday. Do you think I could swing by your house? I promise to wake you up in a way you will love."

"Yes, oh God yes. Please tell me how you plan on waking me up."

"I'm going to sneak into your bedroom and tie your hands to the bed so you can't get away. Then I'm to slowly lick your neck up to your ear and let the tip of my tongue play in there for a while. If you are wearing any clothes to bed, I'm going to have to cut the shirt off you because your hands will be tied so make sure you either go to bed naked or in old clothes, OK?"

"Oh God, baby, I want that so bad," Walt hoarsely whispered.

"You will have to wait until Friday to find out the rest of it. I wouldn't want to tell you everything and spoil the surprise."

After hanging up, Brenda once again contacted the other women by email telling them her plan was a go. What a surprise Walt was in for and he had no idea. It wasn't going to be what he had in mind, that's for sure!

Friday morning, Brenda woke up early and began to get ready for her last meeting with Walt. It was important that she dress with care and not give away her true reason for being in his house too soon. Walt believed she was coming over to live out a fantasy of his so she dressed the part, putting on nylons with a short skirt because he had often complimented her legs and loved the feel of nylons. For a moment, Brenda faltered, remembering the wonderful times she and Walt had shared over the past year before her anger flared up once more. 

"The pig deserves everything he has coming today," Brenda thought viciously as she picked up Walt's favorite sandals to take with her so she could put them on once she was in the house since Walt had a foot/sandal fetish as well. 

On the way to Walt's house, Brenda steeled herself against feeling sorry for him. All the wonderful, tender, romantic, special moments she recalled meant nothing to him. Less than nothing because of how many women he had apparently shared the same moments with. 

Brenda quietly let herself into Walt's house and changed her shoes into the ones Walt liked best. Walking on the outside edges of the stairs, Brenda made her way to the second floor where Walt was sleeping, probably dreaming of fantasies to be fulfilled. Leaning over the side of the bed, Brenda wrapped one of the bondage straps he had given her to the frame and then tightened the other end to his wrist. Slipping over to the other side of the bed, she did the same thing before pulling back the covers to reveal Walt's body. He had often shared with her his fantasy of being woken up by a woman, having his clothes cut off his body and being forced to please her before she raped him.

"Well, at least part of his fantasy is going to come true today," Brenda thought and then had to cover her mouth to muffle a giggle. Kneeling on the bed, Brenda licked Walt's neck trailing her tongue up to his ear before painfully biting it. His body jumped under her and he woke up screaming in pain. 

Picking up one of his belts, Brenda gave him a powerful swat across his butt with it, hissing, "Shut up or the neighbors are going to call the cops. Am I going to have to gag you?"

Walt whined, "Well it hurt. Not exactly how I was expecting you to wake me up."

"Oh, today is going to be full of unexpected surprises for you," Brenda promised him in a menacing voice. Pulling scissors out of her purse, Brenda cut off Walt's clothes. Once he lay naked in front of her, Brenda picked up the belt again and began flogging his butt and legs. Walt writhed on the bed, begging her to stop. Apparently the fantasy of being flogged was much better than the reality for him but since her arm was getting tired, Brenda dropped the belt she had been using and sat on the edge of the bed next to him. 

"I'm sorry you didn't like that as much as you thought you would," Brenda whispered to him. Tenderly stroking his face, Brenda leaned closer; "I promise not to hurt you any more with the belt. Do you want me to continue with your surprise?"

When Walt whispered, "Yes," Brenda went to her purse and pulled out a tube of KY Jelly that she had stored in there. Walt had often said he wanted her to try putting one of the vibrating bullets he had bought her inside him and then place the other inside her while she rode him. Well, he wasn't going to get exactly what he had asked for but he would at least get part of it. 

Pulling his cheeks apart, Brenda liberally smeared his ass with the KY Jelly. While she was more than willing to hurt him, she had no desire to leave any permanent physical scars or damages. After using her finger to push the jelly inside him, Brenda added some to both of the bullets and then wiped her fingers clean in his hair. Slowly she began pushing one bullet inside him, stopping frequently to let his body adjust before continuing. Once the first bullet was lodged in his ass, Brenda picked up the remote control and turned it on low so the bullet vibrated slowly inside him. Then she picked up the second bullet and began forcing that one inside him as well.

After both bullets were as deep inside him as she could push them, Brenda picked up the control again, this time turning it on high. Walt moans filled the air as he twisted on the bed, telling Brenda how good it felt, how badly he wanted to be inside her at the same time. Watching his body react to the pleasure she was giving him, Brenda quickly stopped the vibrators. It was important that he not be allowed to cum just yet. There was still more of his surprise coming.

Brenda stepped to a place where Walt could not see her and stripped off her shirt to reveal the black bra with the red roses he liked so well. When she stepped back to the side of the bed where he could see her, Walt moaned and begged her to come closer so he could touch her. Brenda lay down on the bed next to Walt, facing him but not close enough for him to feel her body. Running her fingers through his hair Brenda said, "Do you remember your fantasy about having another woman join us to help you tease me? How would you feel if I put a slight twist on that and had help teasing you?" 

"Anything you want," Walt moaned. "Please just let me touch you." 

"Oops! Sounds like my help has arrived," Brenda said, slipping off the bed at the knock on the door below. "I'll be right back. Don't go away and ruin the best part," she said as she turned the vibrator back on then ran down the steps, pulling on her shirt again.

Flinging open the door, Brenda greeted the other women in the 'Get Walt' scheme. "At least they are all pretty," Brenda thought as she stood aside to allow them into the house.

"I've left Walt upstairs. He's tied to the bed and I've told him I had help coming to tease him. Let's give him a night he doesn't forget anytime soon, ladies," Brenda said as she headed back towards the stairs that would take them all up to Walt's bedroom. 

Walt must have heard their feet on the stairs because he was turned, watching the doorway. His eye bulged in surprise, or was it fear, when he saw all the women he had been dating standing before him. He began frantically tugging at his restraints chanting, "I can explain. Please, let me explain it all." 

"You don't have to explain anything," one of the women (I think her name was Jane) said as she approached the bed. "We got it all figured out without your help."

We all sat on the bed, surrounding Walt, not sure of what to say or do anymore at this point. "I guess I should start first since this was my idea," Brenda said with a sigh. 

Briefly she explained how and when she met Walt. Without touching on the sexual parts of their relationship too much, Brenda explained some of the things her and Walt did, the times they went places with her children, the first time she met his son. When Brenda finished, Jane leaned over and brushed the tears from her face before she began telling her story. One by one the women shared similar stories with Walt as their captive audience. Once all the stories had been told, the room fell silent, all the women reflecting on how alike their stories were.

Finally Brenda stood. "OK," she announced, "let's finish this and move on with our lives. We all seem to be intelligent women here. Let's accept this as a learning experience and go on." With that, she began to hand out different colored Sharpies that she had bought on her way down. Soon every woman had a marker and they bent to Walt's restrained body. Working slowly to make their message legible despite his twisting and turning body, the women wrote their first names, the approximate date they had meet Walt and his pet name for them. As each woman finished, she handed her marker back to Brenda and then searched Walt's computer desk for any intimate photos he may have taken of her before leaving the house. 

Once Brenda and Walt were again alone in the house, Brenda gently leaned over him and wrote her message " Brenda - April 2003 - My Beloved Wife, Soul Mate, Best Friend and Lover." After staring at the message briefly, Brenda bent again and added "I truly believed him and loved him with all my heart. I'm sorry for you."

Turning to the computer desk, Brenda gathered up all the CDs that had been burned at home and then turned on the computer. Taking a disc from the rack, she began to completely wipe out Walt's hard drive to destroy any photos left there. While that was working, Brenda found his digital camera and erased all the photos stored in memory just to be sure. All the women in Walt's life had been hurt enough without one day finding intimate photos they had allowed out of what they believed to be a mutual love and respect were available to the world.

With the hard drive of the computer erased, the unmarked discs stored in a bag and the memory of his camera wiped out, Brenda turned to face Walt for the last time. She was surprised to see tears on his face but she had expected the embarrassment she saw in his eyes. Unable to resist touching him one last time, Brenda walked across the room and laid her hand on his face, bending down to peer into his eyes. Leaning close she kissed his forehead then rocked back on her heels to stare at his eyes. As a hot course of tears ran down her face, Brenda whispered "I loved you with all I had to give. I will never understand why it wasn't enough." Then she turned and fled the house, taking all her belongs with her. 

Walt was left as he had been. Completely naked, restrained to his bed with his own bondage straps and marked by women who had loved him, shared his hopes, his dreams and his love. As Brenda closed the door behind her for the last time, she taped a note to the door addressed to Sheri, Walt's wife. The note simply said, "Please check on your husband," and was signed by all the women who had been there that day.

Brenda never again heard from Walt but about two months after they had all meet for the first and only time, Brenda came home to find an email from Jane on her computer. After opening it, Brenda found a link directing her to a local newspaper in the area where Jane and Walt both lived which opened up to a copy of divorces recently granted. Near the top were Sheri and Walt. Apparently his explanation that we wouldn't allow him to give wasn't good enough for his wife either. Jane also wrote me a note, telling me that Walt had lost his house, truck and new motorcycle as well as his wife. 

Revenge can be so sweet!



Sweet Revenge



Authors note: This is a story of loving wifes, in other words married women having sex with other men. If you can't handle it or the explicit language I suggest you don't read it and certainly don't send me any nasty e-mails. Not only will you not get a reply, it won't even be read. If you do however which to send me positive critique, I'll be glad to read your personal comments.

How shall I start this? I've been reading plenty of stories here on literotica, which have gotten me quite aroused and caused me to have some great fun the last year and a half. So it's time to return the pleasure with writing down a couple of stories which happen to me (and my hubby) since then. This is how it all started.

I'm Veronique, 30 years old and married to a wonderful hubby Bart. I'm actually pretty tall, around 6"0, which makes it that I have nice long legs (my favourite visible feature about myself). My eyes are brown, just like my hair, which is always between shoulder-length and waist length. I have a firm 85C cup and I'm not a fan of body hair, so I keep mine hair free. One last detail: I'm from Belgium, mother tongue Dutch, so please forgive me my spelling errors... :)

Lately, my husband hasn't been paying that much attention to me. I mean, we talk, have fun, to out and have great sex together. But I felt like something was missing. We talked while Bart watched with 1 eye TV, make plans to go out somewhere at a certain time, otherwise we wouldn't get out the door, ... I was starting to wonder if he still loved me or if he was having something on the side. Thoughts like that don't really worry, they make me angrier. In my mind, he was already convicted of fucking around and I started to get more and more frustrated.

I tried to control myself though: don't be stupid, Veronique, he isn't cheating on you, he has never any reasons to suspect him, so I acted as normal as I could.

In the morning we ate breakfast together and go off to work at the same time. Before he heads of to our cars, we hug and kiss to say goodbye. His car is standing on the left, mine on the right, but he has to go right and I left. It's kinda funny, we always have to cross each other, but we both refuse to give up our parking places in front of the house, lol. So instead, we blow each other one last kiss while we cross and go to work.

Since I'm working a lot closer to home than he is, I always beat him home and start dinner. Before, when my hubby arrived, he would sometimes sneak in and surprise me with a little gift or flowers. Sometimes, he would come in stark naked, jank my jeans down, pull my panties of to side and fuck me right over the counter or on the dinning table. Although he hasn't done any of those things anymore in quite a while.

I've got a healthy sex drive, so after several weeks of sporadic sex, and short at that, I was fucking horny as hell. Although I did want to re-pay him the favour of cheating on me, I couldn't make myself to just go alone to a bar and be picked up. Instead I went online to the chat boxes and tried meeting guys from around our region. I figured, I will know them at least a little bit by chatting with them before I met them.

I've met quite a bit of guys on-line, but they were all too far away, so we kept it to cyber sex, which was actually a lot more fun than I figured. A couple of weeks gave up finding a guy to actually meet over the internet. All the guys that were interesting and interested in me were just too far away, so I was just looking for some cyber fun.

But then Peter send me a pm, we got talking and wound up have some great cyber sex. Closing up our chat he said he wanted to meet me, not asking, telling!! He was actually still 45 min away, but he had no problems making that drive for me. It took us another 4 or 5 chat sessions before I actually had the nerve to go through with it and set up a date, just to talk, we both said. Yeah right, we both knew that if we ever met in real life it was to fuck, not to talk.

Bart and my third anniversary was next week and I thought I'd surprise him. By this time, I was boiling inside, I mean, this asshole is fucking behind my back (or so I convicted him), doesn't do anything special for me anymore. I haven't heard him even mention 1 time or anniversary. Normally we do a little something together, like talk a mid-week and drive to Paris or fly to Rome, London, ... So we both have to take time off from work, but since he hasn't said anything yet, I assumed he forgot, which made me even more angry.

Anyway, I set up something with Peter at the Pelican hotel, just outside our town, Friday (our anniversary) at 4 pm. He said he would have everything arranged.

Tuesday, first thing at work, I asked for Friday off, which was no problem. The next three days went slow. My colleagues at work asked me if there was anything wrong since I was so nervous all the time, little did they now... Thursday, Peter called me. I was terrified he would cancel on me, but instead he asked if it was OK if he brought a friend along. I told him if he thinks he is OK and not going to be a problem, it is OK with me, I trust your judgement.

Friday came around, finally. Not to rise any suspicion, yet, I got up, drank some coffee and drove away just like usual, following our routine. But instead of going into work, I stopped at a restaurant and a nice warm breakfast.

It was about 10 am when I arrived back at the house. I drew a nice hot bath and soaked in our bubble bath for an hour before getting out. It wasn't all fun and games though, during that hour I've saved my pussy, legs and arms pits so I would be smooth like a baby's behind for my lovers.

I dried my hair and patted my body before walking into our bedroom. I had the towel wrapped around my hair and my body was still damp from the water. I looked at myself in the mirror, not bad, if I say so myself. I placed my hands on my neck and let them slowly run down over my side while I watched the goose bumps form on my body. My nipples were hard as rocks and sticking straight out. My nipples were so hard I just had to touch them. I brought my hands slowly to my tits, let them circle softly to the inside and when I reached my nipples I squeezed them firm. I had an orgasm instantly right there. I almost fell through knees on the floor. I couldn't hold it any longer. My pussy was dripping wet and it was just gushing down my legs. I let myself fall flat on the bed, grabbed my 10" dildo and just shoved it home. All 10 inches slid in like nothing. My right hand was working the dildo like a jack rabbit while my left hand rubbed on my clit. It didn't take me another 10 strokes to cum again. That huge dildo stretched me wide and the fact that it is so big just intensifies the orgasm because everything is stretched to the max. That dildo has brought me already hours and hours of fun. The only thing I missed from it afterwards was a pussy full of cum. I love the feeling of a mans cum dribbling out of my cunt.

Still, I lay there at least 10 mins with the dildo buried in my cunt savouring the experience. I looked at the clock, 1 pm already, time to get dressed and put my make-up on. I wanted to be early so I could see Peter and his friend come in to the hotel. Gave me some extra time to analyse and prepare myself.

I decided to first put my make-up on, that way I could stay naked a bit longer (I love walking around naked in the house) and I was also sure not to stain the clothes with my make up. Peter asked me to look slutty for him, he said: You're deliberately setting up something with another guy to get fucked, so you're a slut, you'd better dress like one too... I put on lots of blush on my face and heavy green-blue eye make-up. Fiery red lip stick and some body glitter to top it all off. I painted my finger and toe nails to match my lip stick and look at the result. I gilled, I really looked the part. I wonder if Peter is going to recognize me, the pic I sent was very conservative.

I walked into the bedroom again, first my garter belt and thigh high fishnet stockings. I didn't wear any panties, you also don't wear ear plugs when you're going to the opera, are you, lol? I put on my demy-cup bra to support my 85C's before I covered them with a tight fitting white shirt. A short leather mini-skirt and my favourite knee-high "fuck me" boots. Just past 2 pm, I was right on schedule. Before I ran out the door, I wrote my hubby a note on which I left a message where I was and the room he could find me in, which I got from Peter when he asked if he could bring his friend along. That would be my gift to him on our anniversary, show what his wife is capable of doing if he doesn't pay enough attention to me, that'll teach him.

I arrived at the hotel around 3 pm and went straight to the bar, where I had a good overview of the parking lot to see who all arrived. Before I could even order my drink, 2 men came sitting next to me on either side. I looked to me left and saw a good looking man in a suit with a big smile on his face. Hello Veronique, he said. I was startled, how does he know me?? Only then did it hid me, that was the guy from the picture, it was Peter. Darn, there went my plan to see them arrive and to prepare myself. After a moment to recompose myself I said: I'll have a martini. The guy on my right, laughed at my dry, cool remark. Again I jumped just a bit when I saw it was a black guy who was sitting next to me. I'm not a racist at all, he wouldn't even be my first ;). Damn, he was hot looking, brought, tall and a handsome face. This is John, Peter said, my friend I asked you about.

Peter ordered our drinks and by the time we received them we were all making small talk.

If we are just going to talk about the weather, I could have done that in a chat session, I said. We all laughed and Peter proposed to go sit at a table. There weren't too many people sitting in the bar at this time, but they all looked at me, while use 3 walked to a table in the back. You could see the women think: those 2 guys have paid for several hours of some fun, while the 2 guys probably just wished they could join us.

Once sitting at our comfortably at our table, the boys made me some compliments about my looks and outfit. I decided to thank them by letting my hands to some talking. I placed my hands directly on their bulges and even though I didn't have a view or even a clear feel, I could guess they were pretty well hung. Of course, they took that a sign their hands could do some wandering of their own and who was I to deny them? While their hands were still on my knees I parted my legs a bit and their hands went further south until they reached my bald pussy. The touch of their hands on my legs and thighs were stimulating and as soon as John even just touched my clit, I came and bit my lip trying to hide it. I don't know if the rest noticed something, but John and Peter sure did. They looked at me immediately with big eyes: did you just cum already? I blushed and nodded my head slightly. John grabbed my hand and pulled me from behind the table, let's go upstairs, now!

In the elevator their hands were groping away, squeezing my tits and ass, pinching my clit and sticking their fingers in my moist twat. I have no idea who did what, I couldn't follow anymore, I was in sensor overload. By the time we got to the 6th floor my blouse was off, my hair and make-up were starting to be mess already and my skirt was barely still hanging on my hips.

As soon as the door of the room closed I caught up and practically tore their shirts from their chests. They helped me by removing their pants and I don't think even 10 sec after we got into the room they were naked. I pushed them further into the room towards the bed and checked to make sure the door was still unlocked. I was still expecting my hubby Bart, I was doing this to get even at him and that only works when he knows I've also fucked around on him.

Then I walked slowly towards my boys, swinging my hips, cupping my tits. I undid my bra and let it slowly fall to the floor. In the mean time, John and Peter were laying completely naked and a with fucking hard cocks on the bed. I stood before the bed and teasingly ever so slow I let my skirt hit the floor. By the time I crawled on the bed, only wearing my stockings and boots my pussy was so wet, my thighs were glistening from the moisture. I went to Peter and stuck him prick in my mouth, John moved behind me and was sticking 3 - 4 fingers in my cunt. My god, how could he hold out even longer, please fuck me, please!!! Finally he stuffed his gorgeous black cock deep in my hairless cunt. His strokes were slow, long penetrations deep into my womb. It didn't take long for me to cum on that beautiful cock. Then they laid me on my back and switched places. John fed me his marvellous black cock while Peter placed my ankles on his shoulder and fuck me fiercely. He was hitting my G-spot every time he pushed himself in me and I had the most intense orgasm ever. I guess it must have had quite an impression on Peter too as he also stiffened and shot his hot sperm deep in my pussy. When I was getting over Peter's and my orgasm again I felt John was also starting to twitch in my mouth. I was just clicking the head of my cock while it squirted what seemed like gallons onto my face. First squirt hit me in my hair and forehead. The second squired already started and hit me on my cheeks before I got him back into my mouth and drank his sweet cum like it was honey. 

After he was done cumming all over and in me, I started to wife some of his cum off and licked my fingers before John took my arm and said to leave it on. The cum all over my face, together with my, by now, smeared make-up made me look like an even hornier slut, he said.

This is my first threesome I've ever had, so I don't know if it is normal for guys not to go soft after they've cum when they see another guy fucking, or if Peter and John are just special, but neither of them went soft to my delight.

Peter rolled on his back with his 8 inch cock sticking straight in the air and what is a nice girl supposed to do? I straddled his cock with my back towards his face and let him slip into my cum filled slutty twat again to make sure he was good and lubed. Then I sat up a bit, took his cock and guided it to my butt hole. I let him slowly and carefully slip into my tight ass. Inch after inch disappeared slowly before I finally was resting on his legs again. I took a minute to catch my breath and started moving up and down. Trying to savour every second of his great cock so deep in me. Then John came back towards us who in the mean time had been stroking his cock. It looked even bigger now than half an hour ago.

He pushed me back so my back was on Peter's chest and he had access to my pussy. I panicked for a sec: they are never going to fit in me!! But John lowered himself until his black stallion was lined up with my stretched out entrance and gently pushed himself in my warm depths until they were both buried deep in my body.

With the extra friction I was having one continuous orgasm and that fact together with my pussy and asshole constantly pulsating around their beautiful pricks made it so that the boys also didn't last to long.

By the groans from John and his speeding up and fucking me like a jack hammer I saw he was on the verve of cumming again. Right before he did, he pulled out my bald pussy and aimed at my face and this time I could see just how much cum this man could shoot when he came, no wonder my face and hair is already full and sticky with his cum. Most of cum hit me around me open mouth, but he also managed hit my tits and belly. Now I literally cum all over my upper body. He said he would leave us along for a second and went to clean up in the bathroom. John rolled me around back on my back and was furiously pounding away with my heels locked behind his ass. Fuck me, you stud. Fuck this nasty whore. Fuck this married pussy. Oh my god, you feel so great so deep in me. I was shooting everything I could come up with. Right before I got over to another intense orgasm I opened my eyes and so Bart arrived in the room. He still had his jacket on and had a present and flowers in his hand. The orgasm took over my body though and I couldn't say anything to him for another 30 seconds or so.

By the time I was back on this planet I wanted to yell to him: Surprise dear, this is what happens when you don't take care of your lady! But he surprised me. The gift and flowers were lying on the chair, his pants around his knees and he was stroking his major hard-on. Again I was unable to speak, but after a few seconds I managed to smile at him and he winked back. This jerk off was enjoying himself!!! Darn, I never figured he would like to see his proper wife get creamed by some other guys. Right as Peter was shooting his load back into my vagina, John came out the bathroom and Bart nearly hit the floor. They exchanged looks and John came towards me while Peter excused himself. My hubby Bart stayed like a good boy in his chair. Naked by now and stroking his hard-on at the sight of me getting fucked by a black man.

John was getting his way with me for at least another half an hour before he shot his hot cum back into my belly. It was the first time John actually filled me with his cum and I swear I think it felt different than a white man cumming in me.

Peter, John and I then spent the next 30 minutes or so touching each others body's, talking and them getting dressed. They were careful not to wipe any cum off that whory body, as they called it, and to leave me like this for my husband. Bart in the mean time was sitting with a big grin on his face in his chair next to the bed.

After the guys left Bart stood up from his chair and walked over to the bed, his 8 inch dick leading the way. He stopped at the foot of the bed undid the zipper of my boots and also took of my stockings. He started kissing and licking all over my feet and legs and worked his way up to my cunt. Once there he did something I really never guessed he would do. He flicked his tongue a couple of times over my sensitive clit and then stuck his tongue as far as it would go into my gaping hole which was leaking cum all over the place. For the women who know how good it feels to have your pussy eaten, it is 3x as good when your man is eating your cunt when it is leaking with other mans cum. He head was spinning while he was clicking my lips, clit and inside of my pussy. It didn't take me long to cum again in his face. When he came up his face was wet up to his hair. He crawled over me and gave me a passionate kiss like I haven't received one from him in a long time. We would taste the cum that was hanging on each others faces as he placed his body on top of my cum soaked body.

When he finally placed his cock at entrance of my womanhood, he slid in as if it was nothing. It was so erotic: his body on top of mine, pumping away in my cunt and kissing passionately. Not even 2 minutes later he placed his load together with the cum of my 2 lovers.

Bart stayed on top of me with his cock still in my pussy while we talked a bit. I found out he didn't forget the anniversary but instead ordered me a brand new Yamaha R6, which is why he didn't have to make plans with me in advance. We are both bike fans and I've been nagging now almost 2 years for a R6 so we each have our own and we can ride together. It hadn't arrived yet, but he put the order form in this gift box together with some pralines.

Anyway, he was just in the room when I was him first and it was the best gift I could give him. Apparently he'd been having fantasies of me fucking other men with him watching for a while now, but never dared to tell me, thinking I might think he's a freak.

Of course, which red blooded man doesn't get hard when talking to a woman of his likings with his dick in her? Bart did anyway. This time he lasted longer than 2 minutes and when he came again he was tit fucking me. He shot his load all over my neck and cleavage and wiped his cock of on my nipples. He said those 2 guys had a terrific idea shooting their cum over my body, I've never looked hotter before than now with all this cum dripping of me. Since that night, he lovely calls me "my cum bucket"...




Sweet Revenge



It was past 10 pm when we finished but were too exhausted to do anything else. We just collapsed and slept until 10 am next morning without showering or cleaning up in some way.

I woke up first and woke up my loving husband with a lick on his cock...

Since that third anniversary I've never been happier, it was the start of a great new lifestyle for us. Let me know if you'd like to hear other stories that happened to us since then.

Kisses,

Veronique



Sweet Revenge



I was up late, still working on my book, when the doorbell rang. I figured it was probably Jenny. She was out at her school reunion that night and said she might stop by on her way home to tell me how it went. 

I opened the door and there she was. But she wasn't alone. She had her arm around a woman I'd never seen before, a short blonde in a tight dress who seemed like she could barely stand. Before I could say anything, Jenny interrupted. 

'Give me a hand getting her inside.'

'Jenny, what's going on? Is she drunk?'

'Just hurry. Here, take her other arm.'

We got her inside and took her to the lounge, where we sat her down on the couch. Her eyes were half closed, and she had a dopey smile on her face. 

I touched her cheek very gently. 'Hey, are you alright?'

Jenny pulled me away and led me to the other side of the room. 'Never mind her. She's fine.'

'What happened?' 

Jenny put her arms around my neck and kissed me. When our lips parted, she smiled at the confusion on my face. 

'You remember that girl I told you about,' she said, 'in high school? The one who used to pick on me all the time? The one who's guts I hated more than anything?'

'Yeah, Sara something.'

'Sara Young.'

I looked at the semi-conscious woman on the couch.

'Yes, that's her,' Jenny said.

'And what's wrong with her?'

'She took something at the reunion. For old time's sake, I suppose. Who knows what planet she's on right now.' I could see the satisfaction in her eyes. 'Anyway, I walked her out the backdoor when no one was watching. They're not going to miss her. She was being a pain in the ass to everyone.'

'So, why did you bring her here?'

Jenny looked serious for a moment. 'There's something I never told you about her. Something she did to me.'

'Okay.' Now I was a little nervous.

'For a while, in our third year, I was dating this guy called James. Sara liked him, and she couldn't stand the fact that he was with me. So one night, at the Spring ball, she seduced him and stole him away from me.'

'Well, I would blame James for that one, too,' I said.

'I did. But that wasn't the end of it. While James and I had been together, I let him take a few pictures of me.' She hesitated. 'With a Polaroid camera.'

I nodded, understanding. 'Okay. And Sara somehow got her hands on them, right?'

'She took them from his room and made copies for everyone. Then she dumped him the next day.'

'Jesus,' I said, looking again at the stoned blonde on my couch. 'What a bitch.'

'That's just what I thought.'

'How come you never told me any of this before?'

'I was too embarrassed. I just wanted to forget the whole thing.' Now Jenny looked at Sara. 'I went there tonight dreading meeting her again. But I thought there might be a chance that she'd changed. I was even stupid enough to hope for some kind of apology.'

'But she's still the same?'

'Even worse. I heard making a joke about the whole thing to someone else, and I knew she didn't give a shit about what she'd done to me.'

I was silent for a moment. Jenny waited for me to ask again.

'So, why is she here?'

'Because,' she said, pulling me back over to the couch, 'I want to get her back. I want revenge for what this cunt did to me.'

Jenny never usually used language like that, and I have to admit it turned me on a little. 

'What did you have in mind?'

I saw that smile of satisfaction again as she sat down on the couch. I was shocked when she started to kiss Sara's cheek. She put her hand on Sara's thigh and lifted her tight little dress until I could see the black triangle of her panties. 

Then she looked me straight in the eyes. 'I want you to fuck her.'

I was too stunned for words.

'And I want to take pictures while you do it.'

Our eyes remained locked. I felt my stomach begin to flutter, with fear or excitement I couldn't tell. Sara sighed and giggled slightly to herself. She was still completely out of it. 

I opened my mouth but I didn't know what I was going to say. Jenny stood up and silenced me with another kiss.

'Do this for me,' she said. 'I want to watch you fuck her and I want us both to get off on it.'

I looked down at Sara, tanned legs slightly open, panties showing, large, pear-shaped breasts bulging in her dress. I couldn't deny the base, primal instinct that told me to get her clothes off and stick it to her; the inner-bastard who wanted to fuck this bitch sore for what she'd done to my girl in the past. And hearing Jenny ask me to do it was getting me so hot. I had a feeling she was working off primal instinct too. 

After a long pause I said, 'Go upstairs and get my digital camera.'

Jenny squealed and kissed me hard. Then she kicked off her heels and disappeared. As I heard her running up the stairs, I knelt down and put my head between Sara's thighs. Putting my nose against the crotch of her panties I sniffed, inhaling the spicy scent of her pussy. My dick started getting hard. This was going to be sweet.

When Jenny came back she was in just her lingerie. She opened a box of condoms and took one out, placing it ready on the arm of the couch. I had stripped off my shirt and socks. She looked me up and down, gave a nod of approval, then stood in front of Sara and took the first picture. 

'God, she looks like such a slut sitting there,' said Jenny. 'It's hard to believe that I actually used to envy her a little. How pathetic.'

I came up close behind Jenny and put my hands on her breasts. I was nude now, and my cock poked against her ass. 

'You shouldn't have envied her,' I said. 'Not a little tramp like that. You're twice the woman she is.'

Jenny turned and kissed me, putting her tongue in my mouth and stroking my erect shaft. 'Let's see if she can suck cock in her sleep,' she said. 

I stood between Sara's legs and pulled her forward so her mouth was level with my crotch. Then I opened her mouth and gently put my dick between her lips. At first she did nothing, but then she started to suck like a pro. I wondered what kind of things she was seeing in her head at that moment. 

Jenny took a few pics as I fucked Sara's mouth. For someone in a drugged-out daze, she gave pretty good head. 

'Get her clothes off,' said Jenny. 

I helped Sara to her feet. She could still stand, but only just. As I unzipped her dress and pulled it off, she giggled again to herself, muttering something unintelligible. When she was down to her underwear I let her slump back down onto the couch. She had nice large tits, and I started caressing them. Her nipples got hard in response, and her goofy smile got bigger. Jenny was taking more pictures as I took off Sara's bra and started sucking on her nipples.

'That's nice,' said Jenny. From the corner of my eye I saw her massaging her own breasts. 'Now bite them a little.'

I bit Sara's nipples hard, making her gasp. Her eyes fluttered briefly open, then closed again. 

'How do they taste?' Jenny asked.

'Sweet. But not half as good as yours, baby.'

Jenny took off her bra and stood beside me. I turned my attention to her, sucking on her nipples and squeezing her butt. 

'Are you ready to fuck her yet?' she breathed in my ear. 

'I'm ready, but is she?'

Jenny gave me the camera and pulled Sara's little g-string panties off. 'Look at this!' Jenny laughed. 'She shaves her pussy completely. Looks like it's freshly done tonight.' She stroked the outer lips. 'Feels moisturised, too. Must've thought she'd get lucky.'

'Looks like she did,' I grinned. 'Is she wet?'

Jenny slipped a finger inside her. 'Not yet.'

I lifted the camera. 'Well, why don't you get her ready for me? I'm sure pics of Sara getting bi would be even better.' 

Jenny cupped my balls and licked her lips. 'You're such a dirty fuck,' she said. 'It's why I love you.'

As she went down on Sara, I took some nice close-ups. Jenny worked Sara's clit with her tongue, and Sara began to moan and move her hips. Her cheeks were flushed. Her pussy was getting very wet. I watched for a while, slowly jerking off. 

'I think she's ready now, baby,' Jenny said. 

I gave her the camera, and got on my knees. Jenny put the condom on me.

'Don't want you catching any diseases this whore might have,' she said. 

I rubbed the swollen head of my dick against Sara's slit, then pushed it inside. Jenny got a really good shot of the first couple of inches slipping in. Sara's clit was big and standing out. You could see it so clearly with no hair down there. I held onto her waist and started fucking her. 

'Do her harder,' said Jenny. She sat down next to Sara to get some good angles of Sara's breasts shaking while I pounded away. Jenny slipped out of her panties and began to touch herself as she watched. My eyes were mostly on Jenny while I fucked Sara. I didn't particularly want to see the bitch's face.

What turned me on the most was Jenny's dirty talk.

'Oh, yeah, that's good. Give it to her hard. She's such a fucking slut. Suck on her tits for me. Fuck that cunt.'

Sara's head was lolling back against the couch. She looked asleep, but she was making all the right noises. I could tell she liked it. 

'Turn her over,' Jenny said. 'Fuck her in the ass.'

I moved her around sideways on the couch so she was on all-fours, facing Jenny. Then I lubed up my cock in her pussy and slid it into her asshole. Jenny told me Sara's face was all screwed up in pain and concentration. 

'See if she knows how to eat pussy, too,' I grunted, pumping in and out of Sara's butt. 

Jenny shifted around and put her pussy against Sara's face. Again she did nothing at first, but then she started licking her out like a lifelong lez. 

'Fuck, I think she really is bi!' Jenny laughed, grinding her pink lips against Sara's face. The best picture from that whole night was a shot down Jenny's body, with Sara lapping at her clit, and me at the back, fucking her in the ass. It was beautiful. 

Pretty soon I said, 'Baby, I'm gonna come.'

'Wait,' said Jenny. 'On her face. Shoot it all over her pretty fucking face.'

I pulled out of her asshole and tugged the rubber off my throbbing dick. Jenny got in position, camera in one hand, rubbing her clit with the other. I put Sara on her back and started jerking off above her face. Jenny was talking dirty some more:

'That's good, baby. Jerk that cock. Come on her, like the goddamn little prostitute she is. Give it to her. Make her take your seed. Oh, yes!'

I felt it rising, then I overflowed, jerking come all over Sara's cheeks and mouth. I even pointed some down onto her tits. Jenny got the money shot, then she dropped the camera on the couch and started really working on her pussy. 

'Let me finish you off,' I said.

I knelt on the floor between Jenny's legs and went down on her. As I was licking her cunt she was saying my name over and over, and in no time she started groaning and writhing around. Her pussy contracted for a long time, making her body spasm as she lost her breath. I hadn't seen her come that hard in a while. She really got off on making Sara Young pay. 

When it was over, we quickly dressed the by now catatonic Sara. I wanted to clean her up, but Jenny said no. 

'Not her panties,' Jenny said as I tried to put them on Sara. 'We'll keep those. I want her to wake up tomorrow with a pounding headache, no undies, dried come all over her face, and no idea what the hell happened.'

'Do you know where she lives?'

Jenny grinned and held up Sara's purse. 'Wallet, driver's license and, oh yeah, she was handing out these all night.'

She passed me the tiny business card. It had Sara's phone number, e-mail address and company logo emblazoned in gold. Even better, it also had two other e-mail addresses; one for general enquiries, and the company manager's.

After we'd dumped Sara on her couch at home, we uploaded the pics and chose the top five. Then, using an anonymous e-mail account, sent them to Sara's boss, the general enquiries department, and a few people on Friends Reunited.

For Jenny, her revenge was sweet. For me, it was even sweeter. 



Sweet Revenge



Tom's wedding was less than two weeks away when he found out.

He wanted to surprise her by coming home early today with a dozen roses, so he parked down the street so she wouldn't see his car pull up. Roses in hand, he snuck into the house and started to search for her. He checked the whole house unsuccessfully when he realized that it was the gardener's day to work in the yard, so he looked out the window to see if Susan was with him.

There she was, talking under the bright sun about four feet from the teenage Mexican gardener. She was quite a vision there in the light. He mused for a second about how beautiful she was. He often thought that she was too gorgeous to be real. The 5'10'' busty girl was very young, only in her second year of college. Although Tom, 28, had never seen under her clothes, he definitely knew all her curves by heart. They had been together for about 8 months and she was the only girl he ever thought about.

With natural blond hair that flowed all the way down to her hips and a soft cute little butt that always seemed to wiggle under the tight shorts she always wore, he never needed to think about another girl when he touched himself. And he needed to do that a lot. Susan was old fashioned and he had never touched anything but her large breasts when they made out. He did not mind waiting until marriage either, because it meant so much to her. He would have had sex with her in a second, but it was what she wanted and he worshipped her.

But there she was, tempting as ever, standing in the yard talking to the gardener. Thick red lipstick clung to her wet puffy lips and he could see her soft pink tongue resting at the edge of her mouth between perfectly white teeth, her face framed by two curly locks of hair riding down each flush cheek. The rounded shape of her face gave the appearance of a little girl, but her large lips, bright lipstick, makeup and clothes accentuated the sexual features he always thought about.

Tom's large cock was straining his pants as he watched her talk. He actually considered masturbating as he watched her. "This was going to be romantic," he thought, "I don't want to spoil it with anything sexual."

Susan pointed to some flowers in the yard and walked over to show the gardener. She bent over to grab one of the flowers, her blue shorts easing up slightly, giving the gardener a peek at her soft cheeks. Tom thought to himself how incredibly sexy she looked and Susan probably didn't even realize it. He smirked as he saw the bulge the gardener had. The young man had unknowingly confirmed what a beautiful and wonderful wife Tom was going to have in the near future.

Susan stood up and looked back at the Gardener giving him a big smile, as she seductively licked her lips. He saw her motion for the two of them to go inside the house. Tom still wanted to surprise her and didn't want to ruin the romance with the gardener present, so he quickly moved into the hallway and out of sight. He heard the sliding door open and the two passed through and into the kitchen.

"What would you like to drink?" she asked the gardener. "Tea, lemonade, cola, or water?"

"Si, gracias," the gardener said, not understanding a word she said.

Tom heard the faucet running for a second and then stopped. "I want to show you the beautiful flowers I have in my bedroom," he heard Susan say to the gardener; referring to the flowers he bought her last week.

Tom panicked, worried that she was going to find him and ruin the surprise, so he quickly and quietly ran into the bedroom and hid in the closet. No sooner had he carefully closed the door, Susan walked into the bedroom and past their twin beds. The separate beds were actually Tom's idea because if he couldn't make love to her, he didn't want the temptation in bed. It would drive him insane.

"I know you see a lot of these, but aren't these beautiful?" Susan asked, innocently holding to her chest the flowers Tom had given her last week. He blushed behind the door at the compliment because he had spent an hour picking them out.

Tom was looking through a crack between the panels and he saw his fiancé's perky nipples straining her tight pink shirt. He was now painfully hard and breathing fast. He unzipped his trousers and began touching himself. He wanted her so bad; only a few more weeks until our wedding night, he told himself.

It was then that he noticed the gardener was as agitated as Tom. The gardener thought Susan was asking if her breasts were beautiful, not the flowers.

Tom got nervous at the situation, his smile fading. "What if the gardener tries to take advantage of her?" he thought.

Susan apparently noticed the gardener's condition too. "Oh my god," she said. "Do you have an erection?"

The gardener nodded slowly and Tom became extremely nervous. Sweat started to bead down his neck. "What's Susan going to do now?"

Susan walked over to the gardener. "I better take care of that for you then," and in one swift move she dropped to her knees and unzipped his grass-stained pants.

Tom's feeling was indescribable. For the most part it was shock and disbelief. His erection went away and he stopped stroking himself immediately.

The gardener's throbbing cock sprang out of his pants as soon as they were unzipped, slapping Tom's fiancé in the face on the way out. She giggled.

Tom was a mere five feet away from his fiancé as her mouth slowly opened, fully exposing her wet mouth and soft pink tongue almost dripping with spit. "Has she been salivating thinking about this?"

The teenage gardener was sweating and rocking his hips back and forth subconsciously.

"Do you want me to swallow when you're done?" Susan asked, looking up innocently, her red lips right at the tip of the teenager's throbbing cock. The Spanish-speaking gardener obviously liked whatever that meant to him, because when she grasped his penis to take it into her mouth, he began coming. And coming. And coming. The boy was like a sprinkler. Susan giggled and opened wide, catching about half of it on her tongue, the rest ending up on her face, shirt and shorts.

Mouth agape, Tom stood in complete shock at his slut of a fiancé. Somehow there were no emotions of anger and sadness. Looking at Susan, dripping with cum as she squatted on the floor underneath his gardener, he immediately began to think of a plan to get back at her for this surprising slut moment. He had transcended anger and moved right onto revenge in a mere moment's time.

"Oh no," she said in her false voice of innocence as she took one of her fingers and pulled up a gob of cum from her shirt. "You came all over my clothes, I guess I'll have to get out of them then," and she licked her finger clean.

And just like that, his 20-year-old fiancé was in her panties, bending over the bed. Tom's erection came back quickly at this sight. After all, he had fantasized about seeing her like this every day for the past 8 months. He looked at the sheer fabric cupping her pussy and saw a revealing wet spot between her legs. He had fantasized so many times about her being excited like that for his cock. Instead she had told him she was a virgin and wanted to wait. Now she was bent over his bed for the teenage gardener.

"My panties seem to have gotten wet from all this excitement, can you take them off of me?" she said, looking over shoulder and batting her eyes at him.

The boy, however, looked very worried. It seemed that now that he had shot his load all over another man's fiancé, he had come to his senses.

"Husbind?" he asked, clearly worried about when the person who slept in the other bed, and paid him $50 every two weeks to do his lawn, would come home.

"You mean Tom? That dipshit won't be home for another three hours," Susan said. "Now get over here and fuck me you stupid idiot."

The Mexican somehow got the meaning and started stripping. He mounted her faster than Tom could blink and Susan gasped loudly when he bottomed out. He didn't even bother to pull her panties down, just moved them to the side. Tom started stroking himself again. He just couldn't help it.

"You're not too bright you dumb shit, but at least you know where to stick your cock," she said as he started thrusting.

Susan must have started enjoying the fact that the boy couldn't understand English. 

"My fiancé is so fucking oblivious. He doesn't have a clue that I've fucked the mailman, the paper delivery boy, the plumber — and now you. I even had a couple of kids from the high school over and they fucked me on his bed."

"Si," is all the gardener could say back as he thrust faster.

"It's all part of my plan," she said, speaking to the steady rhythm of their sex. She was getting hot talking to someone who didn't even understand.

"He thinks I'm this innocent girl, but all I want is money," she said.

"Si," the gardener said with a huff.

"So my mom and sis came up with this plan. First, I'll make the loser think I'm a virgin and that my family is totally religious and it's wrong to do anything before we're married," she said, picking up the pace. 

"Si," the gardener said with a grunt.

"So I don't even have to fuck this guy and I'll get all his money," she said, her body beginning to quake in a powerful orgasm. The Mexican pulled out as she continued to writhe. He hadn't cum again, but it seemed that making her orgasm so violently reminded him how wrong this was. He started backing to the door.

"Awww, are you still worried big dumb Tom is going to come home?" she said in her baby voice. "Here, this should make it better."

Susan bent farther over the bed and, spread her legs wide and wagged her ass for the Mexican. 

It was simply irresistible and just like that he was in her again. Her asshole and his cock were already wet from fucking her other hole, so he easily slid into her ass as Tom continued to watch, unblinking, in shock and awe. He had to cover his own mouth to stifle his own orgasm. Here was his supposedly virginal fiancé bent over like a porn star for the gardener. 

"That's it, good boy," she said as he thrust harder.

"So the plan is to get Tom all hot and bothered the week before the wedding and tell him he can't touch himself at all because I want it to be so memorable on our wedding night," she said in a higher pitched voice, placing two manicured fingers on her clit as she was fucked in the ass.

Tom could smell her excitement from across the room as it dripped from her gaping pink pussy and onto his mother's hand-made quilt.

"So I'm going to wear all my hottest stuff next week, my G-strings, tight outfits and almost see-through tops. He's like a little dog and will do whatever I say, so he'll just watch and wait for the wedding night," she said, practically squealing.

"Si," the gardener replied.

"This is the best part. On the wedding night I'll tell him that we can't do it for a few days because of women's problems and I want it to be perfect," she said, letting out the words between moans.

"So he'll have to wait again."

"Si," the gardener said.

"Then my best friend who he's never met shows up and seduces him. After a week and a half of my taunting, he won't be able to resist the slut," she said on the verge of climax.

"Then I walk in on the two of them and all of his money will be my money," Susan said, shaking into another orgasm as the teen fucked her ass with all his might. The boy grunted and then came in the 20-year-old ass of the girl Tom was two weeks from being married to.

The boy stepped back and quickly grabbed his clothes and headed for the door. Tom could see the boy's cum oozing out of his fiancé's ass dribbling onto the quilt. 

The gardener must have turned the sprinkler on again. 

Part 2: Revenge

After a few minutes lying on the bed in the afterglow, Susan left the room. Tom snuck out the window and to his car. He drove a couple blocks away, shaking his head the entire time trying to comprehend what he just saw. For the rest of the afternoon he sat in the car thinking about how to get out of this situation and turn this around on her and her wretched friends and family.

Slowly, a plan emerged. The more he thought about it, the more he realized it could work — he would do it at their bachelorette party. If Susan, her mom, sister and a friend could hatch a plan like that, they must be the kind of women who would be up for a pretty wild party. He would make sure it was wilder than they could possibly imagine.

Tom came home at the usual time that evening and greeted his fiancé with flowers and a kiss. She probably enjoyed the fact that she had just used that mouth to swallow the gardener's cum. She didn't know they both were putting on a show for one another. Susan went about planning the wedding with her family while Tom got to work on his plans for the bachelorette party.

First he bought a new cell phone under a fake name and rented an apartment downtown. He was a computer graphics designer, so he created a flyer for "A Unique Male Stripping and Escort Service Company that specialized in WILD Bachelorette Parties, Birthday Parties, etc." He placed the new cell phone number at the bottom of the flyer and paid a guy $20 to look like he was handing them out at the bridal shop where he knew she had an appointment for the dress fitting.

Then he waited for the call. This would make or break his plan. If Susan or her girlfriends didn't call, it was over. He waited as two days passed. It was now nine days to the wedding and there was no call. The new phone rang the next day.

"Hi, I'm calling to inquire about the Unique Male Stripping Service," said the voice on the phone, which sounded like Susan's sister, also her maid of honor.

"Yes," Tom responded in a deep voice. "We offer quite a wild night. We have an apartment downtown where we stock alcohol, food, and fun. What makes us so different is the type of male stripping service we provide."

"Oh really, what do you offer?" the voice asked.

"Well, we know that some women like to get pretty wild at bachelorette parties with their friends and some don't, so what we offer is an anonymous service. You rent the apartment for the evening and do all the usual stuff, drinking, joking, and the typical bachelorette party craziness. But here's the catch, all the girls in attendance get a sealed envelope at the beginning of the night with a colored card in the envelope. Nobody shares their colors, and at 11 p.m. all the lights go out and lockers become unlocked all around the room. A small colored light corresponding to each girl's color turns on above the locker. Inside each locker the girls will find a hooded robe and mask. Then, the girls put all their jewelry and clothing in the locker and switch to the identical outfits. There is also another room marked by a white light where girls can enter for the night that don't want to participate in whatever goes on afterward. Are you with me so far?"

"Mmmmmm, absolutely," the voice said.

"At 11:15 the lights turn on and our masked strippers are there. None of you know the strippers. The strippers won't know any of you. And none of you will know each other. We don't ask what happens. With guilt and worry free fun, it's amazing what can happen at a bachelorette party. There are no risks of girls ratting on each other for having too much fun. The next morning we turn off all the lights again, the women change back into their clothes and that's that. What do you think?"

"I think it sounds like we've got a bachelorette party," the voice said.

"Okay, just let us know how many girls you're going to have at the party and we can make preparations. The cost is $500 per stripper and we offer one stripper per 15 partiers," Tom said. "Too many girls may tear our stripper apart."

He crossed his fingers, hoping it would be under 15 and he wouldn't have to bring someone else into this.

"We'll have a small party, about 6 people," the voice said.

Tom gave her the address of the apartment and told her it would be theirs from 6 p.m. till 11 a.m. the next morning. She picked three days before the wedding to have the party.

That afternoon Tom took called up an electrical crew to build the room to his specifications. He ordered equipment, furniture, lights, TV's, stereos, all using proxies and anonymous couriers.

Five days before the wedding Susan came to him.

"Hey honey, I wanted to talk to you about a couple things," she said with her now false innocent voice.

"Sure," he replied.

"I know how long you've waited for us to be together," she said with pouted lips. "And I'm looking forward to our wedding night so very very much." 

Susan's hands raised from her side and "accidentally" touched Tom's crotch on her way up to hug him. As intended, the brief touch excited him as his cock strained his pants once again as she squeezed her arms around him, her large perky breasts pushing against his chest. 

"I was hoping you could not touch yourself for the next week because I want our wedding night to be really special," she whispered into his ear.

"That's really sweet honey, absolutely," Tom said. 

In truth, he hadn't touched himself since the day he discovered her secret. He was saving every ounce of sexual energy and frustration for the party.

"Neato," she said characteristically. "I also wanted to let you know that the girls are planning an all night bachelorette party for me three days before the wedding. Is that okay?"

Tom was enjoying this. "Sure," he said. "But you don't think there will be anything naughty going on there do you?"

"Oh gosh, no" she said, pouting those cute little lips. "I love you and would never think of seeing a stripper or something like that."

She had a true gift for lying.

Part 3: The Execution

By the day of the bachelorette party, the room was finished and everything was ready. It cost Tom a pretty penny, but it was done. However, there were certain things that needed to be finished up, namely, his appearance.

He said goodbye to his fiancé when he left for work that morning. He wouldn't see her again until after the bachelorette party.

First, Tom went to a beauty parlor and bought some fake tanning cream and applied it all over his body. Then he went to a tattoo shop and got several high-quality, fake tattoos placed on various parts of his body.

It was time. 

He got to the apartment about 5 p.m. and checked to make sure everything was set up. The room was perfect, so he made his way into the back room of the apartment where he had a control room built and then locked the door.

The girls arrived at 6:00 p.m. — right on schedule. 

There were 6 of them — right on target.

Tom looked at his computer screens for the various cameras he had set up in the main apartment. All said and done, he had put almost $80,000 into the room. He spared no expense because, after all, he had discovered that the love of his life was actually trying to steal all that money. He thought it poetic.

He smiled as he identified each of them. First was Susan, of course, the beautiful and not-so-innocent bride to be. Second was her mother, a blond who looked to be in her late 30s but was likely in her mid 40s. She still retained much of her beauty and had assisted in planning his demise. Third was Susan's older sister Michelle, a 26-year-old with dyed black hair. That wasn't the only thing that looked altered, as Michelle had enormous, almost obscenely large, breasts. 

Two more of the girls looked to be college age, but Tom had never seen them before. He guessed they must have been Susan's friends. One of them had to be the one that was going to seduce him after the marriage. 

The final girl was a surprise. He didn't expect to see Susan's younger sister, Sarah. She had just graduated from high school and looked even sweeter and softer than Susan.




Sweet Revenge



Tom closely watched the cameras as each woman opened their envelopes and memorized their colors. Although he had told them the masks would be identical, he had each one altered slightly so he could recognize the difference. He had spent the past week memorizing which color was going to be with which mask. He wanted to know who he was going to be with tonight.

For five hours, Tom intently listened to their conversations as they downed shots together and sipped wine from the bar he had prepared for them. He heard whispers between mother and daughter and the friends about their plan for what they were going to do to him to get his money. Even on his small security screens, he could see perky nipples as the girls gyrated slightly in their seats thinking about what was going to happen tonight. 

All of them had fantastic bodies and by 11:00, Tom was as hard as he had ever been in his life. Even though he hadn't touched himself in almost two weeks, his frustration was even more magnified.

Show time. 

Tom put on his executioner style mask and robe. The girls were expecting a stripper, but he expected them to want something else after they got a look at his body. Hard abs, strong muscles and a thick 8-inch long cock - what else could they ask for?

He shut down all the lights in the control room and exited the room. He heard girls giggling all around at the different colored lights. There was even some playful spanking. None of them said a word.

At 11:15 the lights turned on and there they were; a collection of five gorgeous women in masks and robes standing around the room. They all came back to the main area and sat down at various spots to look at Tom. Nobody, not even Susan, had known how good Tom looked with his shirt and pants off and now was their time to pay for their ignorance. None of them would be able to resist.

Tom walked to the center of the half circle and just stood there looking at all of their masks. It looked like Sarah had been the one to opt out for the white light room. He thought of her briefly, sitting innocently on the black couch in the back room watching TV as she sipped soda or a glass of champagne from the hotel refrigerator he had set up. He was so glad she had decided to opt out of this and he admired her for it. 

In addition, her absence would make all the women more comfortable now that they knew there was absolutely no way any one of them could know who the others were. They could all say they were the one in the white-light room. 

His focus returned to the women in front of him. 

He looked to Susan's mother and approached her slowly, commanding her attention with his menacing appearance. He picked her up in his powerful arms and laid her on her back on a low table in the center of the room. He had picked it out carefully for this event, making sure that it could support the weight and work for his plan. He motioned for the other women to have a seat on the couches and chairs surrounding the table. 

He looked down at the woman on the table. She was breathing rapidly, already excited in this submissive position.

Tom straddled the woman and began a lap dance, grinding his hips and throbbing cock up and down her legs and body. He went through the various dance moves as best he knew from watching porn. He could see more movement under the robe so he decided to take the night to the next level. He slowly opened the mother's robes to expose her heaving naked breasts and hairy pussy. She had been working herself into a frenzy with her hand and was on the edge of orgasm.

Tom looked around the room. All of the girls stared at the woman before them. He moved over and stood by the mother's head and moved his robes out to enclose her head. She got the idea. Hidden now from the rest of the room, Susan's mother moved her mask to the top of her head and opened her mouth as wide as she could, not knowing how big this cock would be. She felt the tip at the edge of her mouth and instinctively sucked, moving her head halfway down the length of his cock. It strained her mouth and throat and there was still halfway to go.

The realization of what she was doing - giving a blowjob and masturbating in front of other women sent her over the edge. She came violently, bucking her ass up and down as her juices leaked slowly onto the table.

Susan's mom was still horny as hell, but now she needed to focus her energy on giving the blowjob of her life.

Tom watched in shock as Susan got up from her seat and moved to the other end of the table and bowed her head between her own mother's legs. The true delicateness by which Tom had arranged this evening was showing -- the hood of the robe was large enough to obscure a face in that position. Susan pulled up her mask in preparation for what was going to happen next.

Susan's mom raised her hips to the unexpected feeling of a woman's lips near her most pleasurable spot. To the mother, it could have been any of her daughters or her friends - it didn't matter - it was the best thing she had ever felt. A woman had never gone down on her before, but now there was one excitedly lapping at her hairy pussy. Although Susan was incredibly horny too, she was putting on this show to impress the dominating stripper. This was her bachelorette party and she wasn't going to let any of the other girls have the most fun. 

Tom was surprised by how quickly this all happened. He expected them to want to be freaky, but not this freaky this early in the night.

By now several of the girls had hands moving beneath their robes and Tom was going to take advantage of the situation. He was on the edge of orgasm as Susan's mom hadn't missed a single rhythm on his cock and he didn't want to put the load he so carefully saved up into her mouth, so he gently pushed the woman's head off of his cock and she put her mask back on. Tom stepped back about three feet and watched the scene for a few minutes. He stood there with arms crossed and his presence dominated the whole room.

With pride, Tom knew that because of his size and the costume he had worn, the girls had instinctively become submissive and were going to try to please him tonight. His dominance, combined with the numerous drinks they had done, had washed away any and all inhibitions in these women. He could take total command of everything that happened and they would love it. He could even humiliate them.

Susan's mom was getting her pussy licked by her daughter and the three women couldn't take their eyes off of the scene before them. Tom moved behind the couch as they watched. He moved behind the first girl, one of Susan's friends, and put his strong hands on her shoulders. He started massaging them as her hands moved more furiously beneath her robe.

Tom slowly moved his hands down and started massaging her breasts before smoothly opening the robe to expose her body entirely. The girl started coming but did not stop touching herself.

Tom repeated the same action for Susan's other friend and her older sister, both of them coming sooner from the anticipation of being exposed to other women. All the while Susan gave the best head of her life to her mother just to try to please a man she thought she didn't know. 

The sexual energy in the room was almost tangible. 

He took the hand of the girl sitting in the middle of the couch and guided it to the pussy of Michelle, Susan's older sister, who was sitting on the left side of the couch. He then took the other hand of the girl in the middle and guided it to the pussy of the girl on the right, so Susan's friend in the middle was giving a hand job to two of her closest girlfriends. The two girls on either side took turns returning the favor.

Tom then moved over to the table where Susan was still licking her mother's unshaved, though somewhat trimmed, cunt. Tom got the feeling that her mother's eyes had never left his body. He guided Susan up from the table and Susan's mother, although still writhing in ecstasy, got up too. He had them switch positions so Susan was on her back getting head from her mother.

He guided the two friends sitting on the couch to each of Susan's breasts and took Michelle and had her sit on Susan's face. 

Susan was lying there on the table with her mother between her legs, sister sitting on her face and two best friends sucking on each tit. 

All the planning had finally paid off. 

Tom's restraint had been Herculean. He had not touched himself for two weeks and, for the past few days; the most beautiful girl in the world had been purposefully teasing him around the house. She wore G-strings and tight outfits and then purposefully bent over in front of him. She "accidentally" touched his crotch every chance she could, making his dick twitch with anticipation. Not to mention that every free moment he had in the past two weeks he was thinking about what was going to happen tonight.

Tom's balls were hypersensitive and bluer than the sky while his cock was hard as steel. Although the girls were all very much into the five-some, as they feasted and pleasured the bachelorette, they stopped just for a second when the man in the room dropped his robe. 

He stood with such commanding power, with only his mask and fake tattoos to cover his true identity. They got their first look at Tom's body and he heard a few of them gasp with desire. They ended up transfixed on his beautiful cock pointing toward the ceiling.

Tom circled the women like a lion before the kill. He found his prey - Susan's mom, who moaned as she licked her daughter's pussy. She wiggled her ass up in the air, begging to be stuffed.

He stood behind the woman and spanked her ass once very hard. It caused a ripple effect that traveled to the other girls. He spanked the other cheek harder, causing Susan's mom to cry with lust. The other girls were all moaning now too. Although Susan herself wasn't being spanked, she felt its power where her mom's mouth met her pussy. 

What they were doing felt so very wrong and it made them that much hornier. Each slap of her ass drove them to continue what they were doing with even more effort. They all felt like they were being spanked for doing what they were doing. 

This was the moment Tom had been waiting for. 

He powerfully grasped Susan's mom by the rear and entered her as far as he could. She screamed in orgasm, setting off Susan too. All the women could feel the power of Tom's cock as he thrust it into the oldest woman. Even the two girls that were only sucking Susan's tits had their hands on their pussies and were sending themselves into powerful orgasms. Tom wasn't just fucking one woman, he was fucking five at once.

The moment was surreal for all of them. None of them had experienced sexual energy like this. They were all in heat, leaking juices and filling the air with their thick musky scent.

And they were all at his mercy. 

Tom couldn't stand not coming a second longer, so he pulled out of Susan's mom and motioned for all the girls to get up. Obediently, they sat on the floor in a semi-circle. They stained the carpet with their juices as they rubbed themselves.

It was the perfect picture of sexual submission. He took a mental note of the sight before him, five beautiful women, all rubbing their pussies. For some reason he made sure to commit to memory that they were all completely shaved except for Susan's mom. 

Their eyes all fixed on him, mesmerized by the cock they desperately needed.

Tom started to stroke his cock and came within seconds. Their eyes followed every single ribbon of thick white cum as it found its way onto the glass. He came for probably 45 seconds as he drained a ridiculous volume of cum out onto the table. 

The girls held their breath as it happened. They had never seen anything like it.

The executioner sat down in his chair, and, like a king presiding over his court, motioned down to the table. For some reason it was obvious what he wanted. 

It was a feeding frenzy as they pulled up their masks; their faces still obscured by the robe's hood, and dove into the puddle of cum on the table and lapped it up. Michelle, Susan's older sister, even made a show of it as she grabbed a gob of cum with her fingers and smeared it onto her busty fake tits and licked it off.

In one orgasm Tom had ejaculated more cum that he probably had in any single month and these girls had licked every last drop in less than 20 seconds. The table looked cleaner now than before he had covered it in thick semen. 

They all stared at him now, pleading, like kittens that had just finished their milk. He suppressed a laugh as he saw each girl's hood now formed a sticky halo. He knew that under the masks their faces were caked in his sperm and the smell trapped inside provided a constant reminder of his virility.

Tom motioned to Michelle, who was going to be rewarded for the show she put on. She came over and stood in front of him. He motioned her down to his cock and she followed with her head. She started to give him a blowjob, but realized there were gobs of cum all over it that never made its way onto the table. So she found herself lapping up anything that was left on his cock, balls and belly.

He lay back in his seat and enjoyed Michelle as the other girls watched. The night found its groove then as they watched the blowjob continue, with the girls naturally beginning to pleasure each other in every imaginable way. 

They took turns with Tom, making sure he was never without a head or ass in his lap.

The drinks they had earlier and the pure sexual energy of the room kept the girls crazy. As the night wore on, they would daze in and out of consciousness as a mouth found wet lips or a probing tongue found an asshole that begged to be licked for the first time.

When Tom would come in a hole, the girls would make sure to clean it up and suck his balls or play with his cock as he cradled a nubile girl in his arms until he got hard again. 

Every woman, including his bitch fiancée Susan, had him in her pussy, ass and mouth before the night was done. He wanted the satisfaction of knowing that he had taken each girl that had been plotting against him in every way possible. 

They loved every single minute of it.

By 4 a.m. all of the girls had passed out on the floor in front of him, and the only reason Tom wasn't comatose as well was because work still needed to be done.

He quietly got up and found his way to the control room and locked himself inside. Over the next several hours he began working on the second phase of his plan as he reviewed the tapes from all the hidden cameras he had set up in the room.

He watched the video camera from the white-light room where Sarah, had spent the night. He truly admired the sweet girl. She was as stunningly beautiful as Susan, but now it was obvious which one of them was truly sweet. He zoomed in the tape from earlier in the night. She was crying as she listened to the sounds from the other room. 

Tom felt a twinge of sadness and yearning.

Part 3: Icing On The Cake

As morning approached, Tom saw on the cameras that the girls were beginning to stir, so he turned out the lights in the room and set off an alarm clock to wake the women up. The door to the white room unlocked and Sarah came out into the main room as the other girls woke up and changed back into their clothes. 15 minutes later he turned on the lights and the girls stood there together, awkwardly grinning at each other. None of them knew which girl had chosen to opt out. 

The girls joked and chatted for a while about the wedding until they began to file out of the room at about 8:30. Some of them were walking strangely, trying not to wince from the soreness. Sarah didn't know any better and the other women chose to ignore the tell-tale signs of matted hair and shiny faces. 

Tom finished his work on the tapes and left the apartment. He made a few calls from his cell phone and that afternoon the room would be dismantled, not a single trace could be found to him. He chuckled to himself at the thought that even the girls had taken care of any DNA evidence by licking everything off the table.

Tom went to work for the next couple hours until he decided to make an early day of it and go home. When he got there he noticed Susan's car wasn't in the driveway, which meant she was probably at one of her friend's houses trying to recover from the night before. When he came inside he heard some shuffling from the living room. He entered and, to his surprise, there was Sarah, sitting on the couch and writing something.

"Hi Sarah, what are you doing here?" Tom asked the very startled girl.

"Um, nothing, just wanted to stop by and say hi," she said as she tried to hide a note behind her back.

"What's that?" Tom responded, holding out his hand. 

She reluctantly handed it over. It was a note detailing Susan's plan. 

Tom read it and acted surprised.

"I'm so sorry Tom," she said as she leaped forward into his arms, crying. "Susan hasn't been the sweet girl you thought she was. She's been putting on a show for you to get all your money. I've known for the longest time and I haven't had the courage to tell you. I'm so sorry," she said, squeezing him harder. "You've got to believe me."

Then she suddenly surprised him with a kiss. He didn't know how to react and he didn't have much control. She kissed him ferociously and he got hard very quickly. Sarah was pressed against him tightly and must have felt what was happening in his pants. As the kiss ensued, Tom gathered his thoughts and realized that now was neither the time nor the place. He decided on a course of action.

"I believe you Sarah," Tom said. "I don't know why, but I believe you. But there's nothing I can do about it. I have to catch her in the act. My parents and family are already in town for the wedding and I couldn't just cancel it now without any valid explanation." Sarah just looked at him with teary eyes. "I'm going to have to go through with the wedding and just resist her plan. Her friend won't seduce me. If she really behaves the way you say she does, I'll catch her eventually." 

"But. . . "Sarah started.

"You better get going before Susan gets home and sees you here. Thank you." He hugged her tightly. "I owe you everything." 

Then he rushed her out the door.

Part 4: The Finale

Tom sat next to Susan at the rehearsal dinner looking solemn. Everyone was there; Susan's parents and grandparents, sisters and friends. So were Tom's friends and family, all of them talking and having a good time and chatting about the wedding the next day. Tom, however, sat quietly thinking about his situation. In a few minutes it would be over and he expected it to work out perfectly, save one variable. He was supposed to look solemn to complete the act, but he was genuinely sad because he did not know how Sarah would react. 

He glanced over at her, who was staring at him with sad, innocent eyes.

It was time. 

He stood up, tapping his glass. 

"Everyone, I would like to make a toast. I don't know how to say what I'm about to say, but I better at least say a few things first. Mom, Dad and all my family here tonight, I love you all very much." Tom pushed a couple tears into his eyes. "I'm leaving tonight to go on a two week vacation far away from here."

Everyone laughed a little bit, thinking it was a joke. Tom composed himself.

"Earlier this afternoon someone came up to me with this envelope," Tom said, pulling a large manila envelope from under the table. "I had never seen him before in my life. All he said was that he was someone who wanted to save another. That he orchestrates events to keep good people safe. Then he handed me this envelope and left."

"All I have to say is that I am leaving tonight to gather my thoughts," Tom said, forcing out a few more tears through gritted teeth and an angry face. "It's nice to know I have people looking out for me," he said, giving Sarah the slightest smile, which was subtle enough to be ignored by everyone else.




Sweet Revenge



Tom moved over to a T.V. and V.C.R. sitting in the corner of the room, pulled a tape from inside the envelope and popped it into the player. He pressed play and, as the tape cued up, he moved over to the table and emptied the rest of the contents of the envelope across its entire length.

The scene was absolute mayhem as 25 people lost their minds. 

Yells, screams and crying ensued as everyone, all their closest friends and family, saw photos of raunchier pornography than they had ever seen in their lives.

A lot of angry eyes looked to Tom.

"This, apparently, was Susan's bachelorette party," he said.

The well-edited video began to roll in the corner and all eyes turned. It showed, in the span of two minutes, the girls arriving to the room, drinking, laughing and then the night vision kicked in as the girls changed their clothes for robes. It showed Sarah disappearing into the back room and then it was light again as five women followed the stripper. Tom slipped out of the room as damning night vision photos of them putting on the masks were placed next to video of them as they fucked the masked stripper. 

There was simply no disproving it.

Susan's grandmother looked away as fast as she could from the screen, only to be greeted with an 8x10 picture that had the luck of landing right in front of her. It was from a camera situated under the glass of the table capturing all five girls licking up a puddle of cum. She vomited in her hands and then passed out.

Tom headed to the car, listening to the satisfying sound of screams and slaps and crashes coming from the restaurant. He was prepared to drive off after fulfilling his revenge. Sadness filled his heart as he started the car when the passenger door swung open and Sarah sat down in the seat next to him. 

She beamed at him.

"Can I come with you?" she asked in that innocent voice. 

Tom smiled as she closed the door.



Sweet Revenge



Author's note: Here is the third book that I had mentioned. It was actually the first book I wrote, and I am having to make major changes to it before submitting it here on Literotica. I will submit the chapters as quickly as possible, but I beg your patience. It will be much better with edits, but my time for writing is limited right now, as I am a very busy student. I really should be studying for finals right now :) I always was a bit of a procrastinator, and what better way to procrastinate than by writing... I wrote this story several years ago. I hope you enjoy it.

Prologue

A light fog hung like a curtain over the desert valley, soon to be burned away by the rising morning sun. Wispy tendrils trailed up the sides of the mountains and curled into the few trees that were scattered throughout the camp. An eerie silence permeated the air, as the people lay asleep in their tents, and the livestock had not yet roused.

Ameena stretched as she woke up, and she smiled as she thought about the previous night. The lovemaking with her husband, Rashid, had been better than ever, and a delightful grin spread across her face as she remembered the things he had done with her. She replayed the events in her mind, the soft caresses, the heated moans that had escaped her as her husband had systematically explored every part of her body through which he could bring her pleasure. She would have to rise soon and help Fatima prepare breakfast. Her husband would be returning from his morning patrol before long, and he and his men would be famished.

A low rumbling came from the west, slowly growing to a roar, as she realized it was the sound of many riders. She must have slept longer than she thought. Ameena jumped from her pallet and scrambled to don her dress, just as a group of about thirty men raced into the camp.

Ameena ran out from her tent to see that it was not her husband returning, but a group of Englishmen. The invaders brandished swords and torches as they cut a path of destruction through the center of the camp, quickly overpowering any who resisted them. Ameena screamed as she watched the few men who had stayed in the village being beaten or killed. She was helpless to defend herself, much less them. She watched in horror as the scene unfolded, before she turned to flee into the hills. Instead, she ran into a man standing behind her. She recognized him as the leader of the group and tried to dart away from him, but he closed strong hands around her arms and jerked her against his chest.

"This one is mine," he told his followers with a leering smile on his face.

Ameena struggled frantically as he dragged her back into the tent and threw her down onto her bed. She hit the pallet and immediately tried to scramble off the far side, but her attacker was too fast for her. He grabbed her by her long hair and hauled her back onto the bed. Her mind raced trying to determine when her husband and his men would be returning. Surely he would be here any minute to save her from this nightmare.

A rending tear separated Ameena's dress from neckline to waist, baring her breasts. Her attacker pinned both her hands above her head with one of his and groped her full breasts. "Ah, look at what I've discovered!"

"Please, don't! My husband will kill you!" she cried desperately.

Her attacker's face registered his surprise. "You speak English!" His features relaxed into a sneer. "Well, most of you Bedouins learn our language while you are busy picking English pockets and serving as our whores!" He laughed heartily and then looked at her through narrowed eyes. "Your husband is the Sheik Rashid, is he not?" When she refused to answer, he slapped her viciously across the face, bringing a trickle of blood to the corner of her mouth. "Answer me!" he yelled.

She gave a hesitant nod, and he gave a low laugh of satisfaction. Sheik Rashid had been a thorn in his side for the past several months, and he had searched diligently to find his camp, and his wife. He stroked a thumb over her swollen lip, as he leered down at her. "I want your husband to know that I have had his wife!"

He trailed slobbery kisses down the side of her throat and over her breasts, enjoying her struggles as she tried to elude him. With a snarl, he took her nipple into his mouth and bit down hard, wrenching a scream from Ameena and leaving marks on her tender flesh. She thrashed desperately, but she couldn't gain an advantage.

Ameena felt his knee forcing her thighs apart, and she fought even harder for her release. A shadow fell over his shoulder, and he turned just in time to see Fatima approaching with a club, poised to bash in his skull. He roared in rage and batted the club away before he struck a fierce blow across the other woman's skull. She flew across the tent like a ragdoll, landing in a senseless heap. It was just enough of a distraction for Ameena to squirm loose and start scrambling off the pallet.

"Oh no, you don't!" He yanked her back by her hair once again, and threw her forcefully across the pallet. Her head struck a wooden chest with a sickening thud, and she lay still. Her attacker raped her brutally, plunging into her pussy until spasms of pleasure finally racked his body. He spurted his seed deep inside her and withdrew to spurt the last on her belly and breasts. When his orgasm finally ended, he stood looking down at her with an evil grin as he refastened his pants. She hadn't moved since he withdrew, and she lay fully exposed to his lustful gaze, his milky seed smeared over her body.

"Let your husband enjoy you now, Bedouin whore! Every time he takes you, he will know that I enjoyed you on this day!" He chuckled to himself, and left the tent. He yelled to his men to mount up, and before they left, he turned to a young boy of ten or so years.

"Do you speak English?" When the boy nodded, he said "tell your Sheik that Sir William Sinclair was here, and that I enjoyed his wife!" With that, he wheeled his horse around and the riders raced out of the camp.

The villagers slowly began to take stock of the dead and the injured, and the sound of their mournful cries rose softly on the breeze. Inside the tent, Fatima finally roused and shook her head to clear the cobwebs. She sat up and saw Ameena sprawled naked on the bed, with her limbs at grotesque angles, the remains of her dress lying in tatters around her.

Fatima ran to her and cradled her head in her lap, but Ameena didn't move. Fatima felt a sticky wetness on the back of her head, and pulled her hand back to see blood smeared on her arm. Her eyes widened in horror, as she noticed Ameena's eyes were open and glazed.

Fatima released a low keening wail as she cradled Ameena's head against her breast and rocked back and forth. Her head jerked up in fear when she again heard the sound of horses approaching the camp, this time from the East.

Rashid gazed around the village as he slid from the saddle. He quickly scanned the faces staring up at him, but he didn't see the face he sought. He turned and ran to his tent, flinging the flap aside. His heart congealed into a cold lump when he saw Ameena sprawled naked and unmoving on the bed. He ran to her side as Fatima raised her head and look at him tearfully.

"She's dead, she's dead," Fatima cried. She tenderly brushed the hair from Ameena's face as she sobbed in despair.

Rashid swallowed convulsively, choking back tears before he managed to speak. "Who did this?" Rashid asked in a low, gravely whisper.

Fatima shook her head. "I don't know. They were some Englishmen, but I didn't recognize them."

"Leave us," he said softly.

Fatima slowly rose and left the tent, hanging her head in despair. Rashid slowly sank to the bed and lifted Ameena's limp body across his lap. He looked into her dark brown eyes, devoid of their usual warmth and humor. Her body was still warm in his arms, and he buried his face in her long, dark hair. It had been only a few hours before when he had left her sleeping peacefully, and now he would never again see her beautiful smile or feel her arms around him.

"I will avenge you," he whispered with quiet conviction. "I swear your murderer will pay for this!"

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Chapter One

Cairo, Egypt

1883

Karina Sinclair surveyed the ballroom from behind a huge potted palm tree. She didn't want to be here tonight, but her father had insisted she attend the Viceroy's ball. Sir Evelyn Baring had become the first British Consul-General of Egypt, and a massive ball was being given in his honor. The British nobility were turning out in force to show their support of Sir Baring's appointment, and of course, they each had some small favor they wanted to ask of him. Karina had no doubt that his evening would be even more trying than hers.

She knew her father was anxious for her to find a suitable husband, and tonight, every eligible English lord in Cairo was in attendance. Her father had given her an ultimatum to choose a husband tonight, or he would choose for her. Her time was running out, and a sense of panic had begun to take root in her mind.

Karina had already met many of the prospective grooms at other parties over the last three seasons, and they were all the same. Most of them dressed in clothes that had more lace than her own dresses, and they all vied for her attention like a bunch of hungry puppies competing over a particularly tasty bone.

Karina could already predict how the evening would progress. The eligible bachelors would strut and prance like a bunch of peacocks, and she would be bored out of her mind before the night was over. It wasn't that she didn't want to find a husband, it was just that the selection of prospects she had seen thus far didn't leave her much hope of finding the man of her dreams tonight. Besides, she didn't know why her father was in such a rush, she was only nineteen. There was plenty of time to find a suitable husband.

She sighed as she remembered how she had briefly considered pretending to be indisposed, but Mrs. White, their governess, had seen right through her ploy. "You're going tonight, if I have to drag you there kicking and screaming," she had told her sternly. 

"I don't see why I have to go, I've met all these men already," Karina moaned petulantly.

Mrs. White looked at her over the top of her spectacles, all the while brushing out Karina's golden hair. "Not all of them. Your father said there would be several eligible men there tonight who don't frequent the other parties. Perhaps you will find one of them more to your liking."

"I wish I could go," Karina's sister Elizabeth said dreamily from where she lay across the bed, watching the preparations for the ball. She was fifteen and had not yet been presented to society. "I would give anything to be able to wear the gorgeous ball gowns you have and attend grand parties where men are falling at my feet."

Karina ruffled Elizabeth's hair affectionately and gave her one of her big sister looks. "Don't worry darling. You will have your coming out next season, and then you will know how I feel. It's not as fun and glamorous as you think."

Elizabeth looked at her dubiously. "You're just too picky. What about Lord Haversham? He's so handsome and refined. He would make you a fine husband."

Karina snorted in a very unladylike fashion. "He would bore me to tears, with his nose always buried in some book."

"You said you wanted a husband who is intelligent and well educated."

"Yes, but I want him to have an enthusiasm for life as well."

Elizabeth thought about that for a moment. "Well, what about Lord Kincaid then? He is full of life, and very witty. And he is handsome enough to turn any woman's head."

"That's the problem. He turns too many women's heads. I've heard it rumored that he has had more mistresses than any man in Egypt."

Elizabeth giggled, and even Mrs. White couldn't keep a smile from her face. "You know as well as I that you could have Lord Rawlins for a husband. Papa says he has been working hard to increase his wealth and holdings, and you could do far worse."

Karina shuddered as she thought of the arrogant Lord Rawlins. He was the second son of a prominent British family, and he had come to Egypt to carve out his own destiny. According to Karina's father, the man was doing quite well for himself. Lord Rawlins had already accumulated a reasonable amount of land, and he had built an elegant house in Cairo. He had been working closely with her father over the last few months, and he had made no secret of the fact that he wanted Karina for his wife. In fact, she had already refused several of his marriage proposals, but he seemed determined not to accept a negative response.

Karina firmed her jaw, as she looked at her sister with a frown. "He is the last man I would choose for a husband! And I'm not so sure he isn't more interested in Father's wealth than he is in me. He certainly seems to be obsessed with power and money."

Elizabeth sighed. "Well, you're sure to find a husband soon, possibly even tonight. Papa said that some of the more wealthy and influential lords would be there tonight, including Lord Bryant. I was speaking with Mirabelle yesterday, and she said that every one of the matrons would give their right arm if he would simply notice their daughters, but that he almost never attends the parties. No one knows anything about him other than that he is outrageously wealthy, devilishly handsome and extremely elusive. It would be quite a feather in your cap, if you were to snare him for a husband."

Karina had also heard whispers of Lord Bryant, and they always seemed to be exaggeratedly complimentary. He was rumored to be a fabulous lover, although if he had taken a mistress recently, he was being awfully discreet about it. If the gossips were to be believed, most of the women in Cairo wanted to attract his attention, even if only for one night. Karina really couldn't understand what all the fuss was about. One man was very similar to another, at least among the ones she had met.

"If Lord Bryant does attend tonight, I doubt that he will even notice me, especially if what you say is true and all the ladies are throwing themselves at him. I am certainly not going to spare him any special attention," she told her sister with a superior tilt of the chin.

Elizabeth gave her an exasperated look. "You won't have to. He won't be able to overlook you. You will have his and every other gentleman's attention tonight. You simply have to keep an open mind and give them all a fair chance to win your favor."

"Your sister is wise beyond her years," Mrs. White said as she put the finishing touches on Karina's upswept hair. "Now, let's get you into this new gown." She helped Karina into her gown of silver blue taffeta and laced it tightly up the back, then stood back and gazed at her handiwork. "There's no doubt you will be the most beautiful lady at the ball tonight. You're even lovelier than your mother, rest her soul."

Karina flushed from the compliment, for her mother had been a great beauty. She smiled and turned to survey her image in the full-length mirror. She was a bit stunned by the woman staring back at her. Her hair was the color of pale honey, and it had been swept up on her head, leaving long ringlets to trail down to her neck. Her large eyes were even a darker blue than normal, enhanced by the color of her gown. Her nose was small and pert, her lips were sensuously full, and her cheeks were creamy with just a hint of rose color on their higher curves. She was tall and slender, with long flowing limbs. Her waist was small, but her breasts and hips were curved enough to tempt any man.

Her gown was the latest style, cut low across her bosom and down her back to emphasize her flawless complexion. She had no doubt the men would ogle her every time she curtsied tonight, and she made a mental note to make good use of her fan. Her only jewelry was a double strand of pearls and a pair of matching pearl drop earrings that dangled prettily from her ears. In all, she presented an entrancing vision of feminine beauty.

"Hurry, child. Your father is waiting impatiently for you." Mrs. White held her wrap, and hugged her briefly before sending her down the hall toward the stairs. 

As she approached the stairs, Karina saw her father, William Sinclair, speaking with Abdul, one of the new housemen, in the foyer. Her father wasn't a patient man, and he began to pace restlessly once Abdul had left to perform his duties.

William Sinclair had worked hard his entire life, and his efforts had certainly kept him looking youthful. His hair was dark chestnut brown, with only a sprinkling of gray hairs at his temples. His eyes were the same sapphire blue as his two daughters, but his features were stern. He had a strong, square chin and an aquiline nose, while his cheekbones were finely chiseled. Only his lips were full, softening his features enough to keep him from appearing harsh. Overall, he was an extremely handsome man, and there were plenty of women who would love to gain his interest. However, he was too busy raising his daughters and managing his affairs to have any interest in remarrying.

William Sinclair held high expectations for his two daughters. His wife, Louisa, had died giving birth to a stillborn son. Elizabeth had been only four, and Karina had been eight, and he had been left to raise his daughters on his own. He had brought them to Egypt a year later to start a new life. He wanted his daughters to settle into happy marriages and to get on with the business of providing him with some grandchildren.

William released a sigh, as he thought about the past few months, when he had tried to convince his eldest daughter to accept a husband. He had been patient through two seasons, hoping that Karina would meet a man who struck her fancy, but she was not interested in any of the young men who had pursued her. William had begun to lose patience at the beginning of the third season, when she still hadn't shown the merest infatuation with any man, and he had determined to be more forceful with her. However, his daughter shared his stubborn nature, and his attempts at subtle persuasion usually ended in a heated argument.

Just the week before, William had received a proposal from Lord Haversham, a young nobleman with a good family and a respectable fortune. William remembered the scene that had unfolded when he presented the proposal to Karina.

Karina had dismissed it with a wave of her hand, while she wrinkled her nose. "Papa! How could you even think I would be interested in him for my husband? He is much too serious, and he always has his nose in a book. I tried to discuss some of the latest news from England with him, and he had no idea what I was talking about. Then, he started quoting poetry to me. Love sonnets, ugh!"

William had tried to stifle his anger and reason with her. "Karina, the young man was trying to be romantic. You have to give him some time. Maybe you will warm up to him, if you only give him a chance."

"I will never warm up to him. He's a total bore!"

"Life is not all fun and games, Karina!" William paused to lower his voice back to a reasonable level. He took a deep breath and tried a different approach. "Karina, you are not getting any younger. You are extremely beautiful, but you are already in your third season. If you don't choose a husband soon, the gentlemen will lose interest in you and turn to more willing females."

"Good, then maybe I can concentrate on men who are not so ridiculously fickle!" She held up a hand to stall her father's heated response. "Papa, I've met all the men you are referring to, and I am not interested in them. I want a mature man, someone who can discuss things with me, who looks at me as his equal and not just some decoration for his home!"




Sweet Revenge



William growled in frustration. "Karina, you must grow up and face your responsibilities! You can't simply fantasize about a perfect husband, while you turn down all the eligible men who approach you. I don't wish to force you into a marriage against your will, but I am quickly running out of patience. If you can't make up your mind, I will choose a husband for you. As a matter of fact, I already have someone in mind."

Karina's jaw dropped open in horror. She knew he was referring to Lord Rawlins, her least favorite among her suitors. "Papa, you can't be serious!"

"I am very serious, daughter. The Viceroy's ball is next week, and I give you until then to find a suitable husband. If you can't do so, I will choose someone for you!" William had stood firm even when Karina had whirled and ran from the room crying. Let her pitch her fit, he had thought to himself. He was doing what was best for her, and he wouldn't give in this time!

A rustle of silk caught William's attention bringing him back to the present, and he looked up to see his daughter standing poised at the top of the stairs. His expression of annoyance faded as he watched Karina gracefully descend the stairs.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting Papa," she murmured as she glided to his side and placed a kiss upon his cheek.

William held her at arm's length and gave a nod of approval. "Well, I suppose it was worth the wait, when you look this beautiful. You look more like your mother every day." He took her arm and gave it an affectionate pat.

Karina bit her lip. Perhaps he was in a good mood, and she could soften his resolve on the matter of the ultimatum he had issued. "Papa, please don't rush me. I promise that I will choose a husband soon, though it may not be tonight."

William frowned. "Karina, my mind is made up. I am looking out for your best interest, and I won't be swayed from that purpose."

"But Papa . . ."

William cut off her protest with a firm shake of his head. "No, Karina. I won't listen to any more protests. You will certainly have your pick of men tonight, my dear. One of them will be your future husband, so I want you to look them over carefully and decide which one you will marry."

**********

Those words were echoing in Karina's mind as she stood on the threshold of the grand ballroom. The room was filled with exquisitely dressed ladies and handsome men. She thought she could simply blend into the crowd, but her arrival caused a stir among the eligible gentlemen in the crowd, and they flocked to her side en masse. It wasn't long before she was surrounded by her usual following of eager young men. Lord Stuart Rawlins managed to elbow his way through and took up a proprietary position at her side. Karina smiled coldly at him, as he eyed her bosom, and she pointedly opened her fan to conceal herself from his overly eager gaze.

Karina knew her father favored him above her other suitors, but she didn't like him. He was certainly handsome enough. His light brown hair was liberally scattered with golden highlights, and his eyes were a light blue. Karina could imagine that if they married, they would produce a passel of golden haired, blue eyed children, but she couldn't imagine that she would ever fall in love with their father. Lord Rawlins' superior attitudes never failed to raise her ire. She had to work to keep a civil tongue in her head when he started rambling on with his condescending tone, and she often excused herself just to keep from saying something rude in response. However, he seemed as thick skinned as one of the Nile crocodiles she had seen, and she despaired that he would ever heed her hints and leave her in peace.

"Miss Sinclair! How very beautiful you look tonight!" The words were crooned as he smiled warmly at her. He grasped her fingers and bent low over them to press a warm kiss to their knuckles.

Karina suppressed a shudder and gave him an icy smile, while pointedly withdrawing her hand from his grasp. "Lord Rawlins. I had thought you might not attend this evening," she drawled sarcastically, while looking away to scan the crowd.

Lord Rawlins ignored the subtle insult in her tone and her cool reception. "I wouldn't miss this evening for anything. I have looked forward to dancing with you all week." As he spoke, the orchestra launched into the first waltz of the evening. "Would you honor me with the first dance?" He looked at her expectantly.

While she would like nothing more than to refuse him, her upbringing demanded that she treat him with politeness. After all, he hadn't ever given her an excuse to do otherwise. "I shall be pleased to, Lord Rawlins."

He swept her into his arms and swirled her around the floor in a fluid movement. She had to admit, he was a good dancer, and she was at least grateful for the fact that he didn't trample on her toes. However, while they danced, he took advantage of the fact that her hands were unable to wield her fan, and his gaze lingered long and often on her bosom, leaving her feeling less than fully dressed. When she flushed lightly, he smiled, seeming to enjoy her discomfort.

"I understand your father has been having a bit of trouble with the Arabs lately," he said, as we whirled her through a series of turns.

"What makes you say that? I'm not aware of any problems." Karina looked around the room, pointedly refusing to meet his eye. She might not be able to refuse to dance with him, but she could refuse him the satisfaction of gaining her approval.

"I'm sure your father doesn't share all of the problems he encounters with you. He probably doesn't want to worry you."

Karina bristled at the condescension she heard in his voice. "As a matter of fact, Papa talks over almost all of his business dealings with me. He wants me to be aware of the complexities involved in managing our estates."

Lord Rawlins didn't sound convinced. "Yes, well, once you are married, your husband will naturally assume those duties. You won't have to concern yourself with problems such as dealing with a bunch of thieves, murderers and prostitutes."

Karina didn't try to disguise the loathing in her eyes. "It's strange. Papa always taught us to respect the Arabs and enlist them to work along with us. After all, this was their country long before we came."

Lord Rawlins looked at her as if she were a simple minded child. "My dear, if it were not for the English coming here, these ignorant fools would still be living in the dark ages. They are like wayward children. They require a strong hand to keep them in line. Otherwise, they will simply take over. But I am sure your father knows how to deal with them. Especially that thieving bunch of Bedouins that follow Sheik Rashid."

Her father had mentioned Sheik Rashid to her. He apparently had been causing problems for a handful of the landowners by refusing to acknowledge their exclusive claim to the land. He and his band of Bedouins wandered where they wished, regardless of the objections of the English. While her father couldn't side with him against his own countrymen, he did express sympathy for the fact that the Bedouin way of life was quickly disappearing. As long as they didn't destroy crops or livestock, her father said they should be allowed to continue their nomadic existence. Karina was inclined to agree.

She turned a cold stare on Lord Rawlins. "I have never heard of any thievery as a result of them camping on our land."

"I am sure they have stolen plenty that you are unaware of. I tell you, they are not to be trusted. You are simply too naïve to understand."

Karina opened her mouth to respond, but the music ended, and Lord Kincaid appeared to claim her for the next dance. Lord Rawlins reluctantly released her, bowing over her hand, but Karina felt him watching her, as she was whisked back onto the floor. In fact, she felt his eyes watching her throughout the evening. Lord Rawlins came to claim many of her dances, but when she danced with others, she always felt a slight prickling along her nape from his steady regard. 

Karina didn't lack partners. Every dance was claimed, and her head began to pound lightly as she whirled around the floor. Finally, she begged to be excused after a brisk waltz with Lord Haversham. She made her way to the refreshment tables and selected a glass of light fruit punch to sip. She managed to find a somewhat secluded corner, where she would go unnoticed long enough to catch her breath. As she sipped the punch, her ears suddenly caught the sound of her name from some ladies who were gossiping in a nearby alcove, and she realized that they were unaware of her presence. Karina couldn't resist the urge to listen to a bit of their conversation, at least the bits that concerned her.

One of the ladies was whispering in a waspish tone, "Did you see Karina Sinclair's ball gown? It's simply scandalous. Every man here has had his eyes riveted on her bosom for the entire evening! Why, no proper lady stands a chance when the little hussy flaunts herself like that."

Karina stiffened and her cheeks burned with an angry blush, but she kept still and listened.

One of the other young ladies responded. "Oh Martha, it's not scandalous! I hate to admit it, but her gown is cut in the very latest fashion. All the young ladies in England are wearing gowns just as daring. It's just that Miss Sinclair is so beautiful, it doesn't really matter what she wears. All the men will be slobbering at her feet."

The third piped in. "Yes, and I wish she would hurry up and get married. Then, maybe the rest of us could find husbands."

"Isn't that the truth! Mama says she is a fool for not accepting Lord Rawlins' proposal. She says that the silly girl is playing hard to get, but she's going to end up losing a prime catch. He's so handsome that he is not likely to keep trying much longer, and there are plenty of other young ladies that would eagerly accept a proposal from him."

The other two giggled conspiratorially. "Yes, including any one of us."

"Well, my mother says that this is her third season, and if she doesn't choose a husband soon, she will be considered an old maid." The three of them giggled behind their hands. "Wouldn't that be a laugh? It would serve her right if none of the men gave her any notice next season. She's much too convinced of her own importance, and it would be wonderful to see her ego deflated a bit."

"Well, when her suitors begin to drift away and choose other ladies for their wives, she won't be so high and mighty!" The other two murmured in agreement and finally drifted to another topic of conversation.

Karina's was tense with anger at what she had overheard. She knew she had been the subject of jealous gossip for quite some time, but the idea that people were laughing about her grated on her pride. She lifted her chin a notch and stiffened her spine. No matter what others thought of her decision to wait for the right husband, she was determined to follow her instincts. She knew what was best for her own future, and she had to find a way to stall for more time.

Karina desperately wanted a bit of fresh air. She slipped out the French doors behind her and walked to the terrace rail to look out over the gardens. The moon was full, and light streamed over the carefully groomed hedges below. The scene looked so serene it didn't fit with her mood, and she pounded her fists on the balustrade as she gave a muted shriek.

From the corner of her eye, she saw a small movement and whirled to see a man standing in the shadows. Her heart leapt as he came towards her with the self-assured strides of a jungle cat, and he looked just as lethal. His hair was black and just a touch longer than was fashionable. A thick lock of his hair fell over his wide forehead, and shadowed his eyes. They were startlingly green, and they were deep set in a face that was exceedingly handsome. His cheekbones were carved with strong planes, and his nose was straight and aristocratic. His lips were sensuously full but firm, and Karina blushed lightly when she realized her eyes were lingering on his mouth.

He was very tall, and Karina could find no fault with his physique. Broad, well muscled shoulders tapered down to lean hips, and his long legs were straight and wonderfully made. His clothes were elegant, but not foppish. There was no lace adorning his wrists or neck, only a crisp white cravat, which sharply contrasted with his darkly tanned skin. He was by far the most handsome man Karina had ever seen, and she felt her pulse race with excitement.

"I didn't mean to startle you," he purred softly with a smile. "I just thought I should make my presence known, since you seemed to think you were all alone out here."

Karina managed to regain a small bit of aplomb. "That's quite alright, sir. It is not a private terrace." She gestured nervously with her hand. "I just came out for a bit of fresh air. The ballroom seemed quite stuffy." She had no idea why, but her heart was racing, and she felt slightly giddy.

He smiled, noticing the pulse trembling in her slender neck, and his teeth shone white in the moonlight. His eyes had not missed a single detail of her beauty, and he relished the thought of having her to himself for a few moments. "I know just what you mean. I am not much for parties myself. I prefer to avoid the crowds."

"I couldn't agree more. It all gets to be the same after a while. The same faces, the same conversations, I just had to get away for a few minutes." She was rambling on, but she couldn't seem to gather a logical thought with the way his eyes were watching her. A small nervous laugh escaped as she glanced away from her companion.

"Perhaps you would accompany me on a short stroll in the gardens," he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Karina flushed lightly and was glad of the moonlight, which disguised her heightened color. She couldn't remember being flustered by any man before. "I don't even know your name sir. We have yet to be introduced."

"I beg your pardon. Your beauty has momentarily made me forget my manners. Sir Richard Bryant at your service." He executed a deep bow with elegant grace. If he noticed her surprise, he ignored it as he cocked one eyebrow. "And you are . . .?"

Karina managed to execute an equally graceful and deep curtsy, while her mind raced to remember all the snatches of information she had heard about the elusive Lord Bryant. "Karina Sinclair, sir, Lord William Sinclair's eldest daughter." As she rose, she noticed his gaze lingering on her bosom, and she mentally groaned as she remembered she had not made use of her fan. However, for once, she wasn't too annoyed at having a man stare at her. In fact, she felt a flush of unexpected pleasure.

His gaze returned slowly to her face, and he offered his arm. "Now that we have been properly introduced, would you care to walk in the gardens with me?"

The idea of strolling alone in the garden with a strange man, without the benefit of a chaperone was scandalous. However, Karina was feeling slightly rebellious against all the silly dictates of society tonight. After all, her father had insisted that she find a husband tonight, so he could hardly fault her if she took some additional liberties. Besides, she was surprised to realize that she was intrigued by this man. After all that she had heard, she wondered if he weren't indeed different from all the other men that she had encountered.

Karina smiled her acceptance, and placed her hand on his arm. His arm felt firm and warm beneath her palm, and her fingers trembled with excitement as they made their way down the stone steps to the garden sprawled below.

The night was cool, and the breeze carried a strong scent of flowers as they strolled along the paths. They seemed to have the gardens to themselves. The beginning strains of yet another waltz drifted to them, sounding strangely haunting in the moonlight. "Would you care to dance?" he asked her, smiling.

Her surprise was evident. "Here?"

"Well, why not? Just pretend we're in the ballroom." He held out his arms, and she glided into them.

Her initial uncertainty evaporated when he pulled her against his powerful frame. He was an exceptional dancer, and her head whirled as he turned her effortlessly in circles on the flagstones. He smelled delightful, warm and spicy, and Karina found herself leaning closer to him. She had never danced so intimately before, and she blushed as she felt his thigh intruding between her own as he executed a series of tight turns that left her breathless. He held her pressed against his chest, causing her bodice to gap away from her breasts. She wasn't inclined to protest when the sensations were so pleasant, and she stole a glance at him from beneath her lashes.

He was smiling down at her, and she knew from his vantage point, he had an indecent view of her breasts. Their fullness strained against the silk until it seemed they were on display just for him, but still she couldn't find the desire to pull away. "You are exquisitely beautiful," he murmured, making no effort to disguise the direction of his gaze.

Karina smiled and looked away, pretending ignorance. "Thank you," was all she could manage. Her skin burned from the heat of his unwavering inspection, and she felt a thrilling excitement.

"I have been watching you all night. You don't seem to be enjoying yourself very much," Lord Bryant said smoothly. "Aren't you fond of at least one of your admirers?"

Karina looked at him in surprise. "I wasn't aware that you were watching me. In fact, I didn't notice you at all until I came out on the terrace."

His smile made it clear that her attempt at haughty dismissal hadn't had the desired effect. "That's because I didn't want you to notice me. And you didn't answer my question."

Her pulse raced, but she tried to appear nonchalant. "No, I have no special affection for any particular gentleman," she answered, with a flirtatious glance. "Now, it is my turn to ask a question. Why were you watching me?"

The music ended with a flourish, and he released her to bow gracefully. "Thank you, Miss Sinclair. Please say you will save me another dance for later."

Karina gave him a delighted grin. "I shall make a point of it, sir. Now don't try to change the subject."

He smiled and offered her his arm once again, and this time, she placed her arm through his as they resumed their walk. "It's very simple. You were the most enchanting woman at the ball tonight. I was intrigued, and I wanted to see if you were like all the other ladies of society." 

"And what are they like, these other women? Your disdain for them is obvious," she let the last trail off in the form of a question, as she gave him a sidelong glance.

He grinned down at her. "They pretend disinterest, so that they can twist a man to their will. They tease and flirt, all the while scheming over which man would be the best catch. Which is the wealthiest, which has the most prestigious title?" Lord Bryant looked at her and raised an eyebrow, "That doesn't seem to be your game, or are you simply more subtle than the others?"

They wandered beneath a large tree and Karina stopped and leaned against the trunk as she looked up at him, her eyes inviting him to come closer. She was aware that she was behaving scandalously, which was totally opposite to her usual cool reserve with men, but she didn't care. She suddenly felt wonderfully alive and attractive, and she wanted to see if she really could catch the mysterious Lord Bryant's eye.

"I simply haven't found a man who holds my interest." At least not until tonight, she added in her mind. "My father would like nothing more than for me to choose a husband. However, I am determined that I won't marry except for love."

Lord Bryant threw his head back and laughed. His deep throaty voice was elementally appealing to Karina, but she tried to look annoyed as she said sternly, "I see nothing funny about my opinions. What do you find so amusing?"




Sweet Revenge



He managed to subdue his laughter, but his amusement still shone clearly in his eyes. He reached out and rubbed the backs of his knuckles along her creamy cheek, dappled with shadows from the overhanging tree. "It's just so obvious that you know nothing about love. I would wager you've never even been kissed."

As he said the words, his eyes dropped to her lips, and Karina felt her pulse race with anticipation. Determined not to let him see how easily he affected her, she stiffened slightly and turned her face away from him. "I've been kissed several times. What does that have to do with anything?"

One black brow shot up, as he canted his head to the side and considered her. "If you had been kissed, I mean really kissed, you wouldn't even have to ask that question." There was clearly a challenge in his statement, and Karina had never been one to refuse a challenge.

She turned toward him to reply, and found her face very close to his, their lips mere inches apart. The deep breath that she had taken left her in a rush, and she stared at his lips, fascinated by their full lines. Even now, they were curving into a sly smile. "Would you care for a demonstration?"

When she didn't voice a denial, he swept her into his embrace and bent to taste her lips. Karina opened her mouth to protest, and he slipped his tongue inside, tasting her mouth more fully. This kiss was unlike any that she had experienced before, and she was thoroughly enjoying it. She felt as if molten fire were suddenly licking through her veins, and somewhere in the pit of her belly, a hunger started to grow.

Karina was unaware when her arms slid around his neck, but she was surprised to feel his hands drift down to boldly cup her buttocks. His kiss was hot and demanding, as his lips coaxed hers to respond. She found herself returning his kiss, and seeking to mold herself even closer against his body. He broke away from her mouth to trail hot, moist kisses down her throat. A low moan escaped her as he bent her slightly back to gain better access to her neck and bosom. The hot kisses continued lower, and she gasped as he kissed the exposed upper curves of her breasts.

His lips returned to possess hers, and he cupped her breast firmly in his palm, kneading provocatively. She quivered, nearly drowning beneath an onslaught of new sensations, but she wasn't about to protest when she loved the way she was feeling. Sensing no resistance, he drew another moan from her as he brushed his thumb across the thin silk that covered her nipple. She could feel it stiffen as his thumb flicked the engorged peak, and his fingers joined to torment and tease the hardened nub. Pleasure shot like fire into her loins, and she gasped.

Without warning, he ended the kiss and raised his head. He delved deeply into her eyes, finding all the longing he knew he would see, and he had to take a firm hold on himself to keep from kissing her again.

His face was in shadow, and Karina couldn't make out the expression in his eyes, but she noticed that his breath was coming fast. A shutter of reserve seemed to fall over his eyes, and she sensed that he was battling himself, over what, she didn't know. She had been so caught up in his kiss, that she had let him venture far beyond the bounds of decency. He glanced at her heaving bosom where his hand still toyed with her nipple, before meeting her eyes with one cocked eyebrow.

Karina whirled away from him, and struggled to draw a breath, as her cheeks burned. She must seem like a wanton hussy to him. She wanted to die of shame. Her whole body was shaking, and Karina struggled to regain control of her breathing.

"You must think me terribly promiscuous," she said over her shoulder. "I know you probably don't believe me, but I have never allowed a man to take such liberties with me before. I don't know what came over me," her voice trailed off uncertainly and she looked down at her trembling hands.

He took hold of her shoulders and turned her back to face him, lifting her chin with one knuckle and waiting until she met his probing gaze. "What we shared just now is called passion, and that's what has been missing from the other kisses you have received in the past. There's nothing to be embarrassed about, Karina. You are an incredibly beautiful woman, and it would be a shame if you didn't have a passionate nature to complement your beauty." As he spoke, he slowly rubbed his thumb along her bottom lip, and the way his eyes watched the movement, it seemed to Karina that he wanted to kiss her again.

She wished he would kiss her again too, and the thought made her blush deepen. She pulled her chin from his grasp and looked down. "It's just that I don't even know you! I shouldn't have let you kiss me to begin with." She bit her bottom lip to stop it from quivering. "Please take me back to the ballroom."

He hesitated only briefly before offering his arm. She took it, grateful for his support, as her legs seemed suddenly unable to support her weight. They walked quietly back, each of them struggling with their own thoughts.

When they reached the terrace, he turned to her saying, "You seem a bit shaken. Why don't you sit here and calm yourself. I will bring you a glass of wine to refresh you before we return to the others."

"Thank you. That would be very helpful." Karina couldn't meet his eyes, and she turned and gratefully sank onto the stone bench. Lord Bryant peered at her for a moment longer, then turned and made his way discreetly into the ballroom.

Karina inhaled several deep breaths, and she felt some sanity returning. What on earth had possessed her to behave in such a wanton manner? She had never been so carried away by a man's kiss. In fact, she rarely agreed to a kiss, and the ones she had received had been brief pecks. She reached trembling fingers up to trace her lips. They felt slightly swollen, and the tips of her breasts still tingled from his touch. She blushed again, remembering that she hadn't even resisted his advances, and it was only due to his restraint that the kiss had ended at all. A slightly hysterical giggle erupted, and she took a deep breath to calm her senses.

In a matter of minutes, Lord Bryant returned with two glasses. She took hers and quickly drained the contents. She felt warmth suffuse her, as the sweet wine trickled down her throat, and she suddenly realized that she felt chilled from the crisp night air.

Seeing her trembling with cold and nerves, Richard doffed his jacket and placed it around her shoulders. His warmth and his scent surrounded Karina, and she looked down shyly while murmuring her thanks. It was almost as if he had embraced her, and she snuggled deeper into the folds.

His deep voice was husky as he asked, "Is your father here with you tonight? I wasn't able to make his acquaintance."

Reminded of her father's ultimatum, she frowned. "Yes, he is. And he will be looking for me before long." She suddenly felt a bit faint, but she dismissed the feeling, attributing it to the excitement of being with this extraordinary man. "I'm afraid he is not too happy with me just now."

"Aren't you close to your father? You seem to be upset by him." He watched her carefully.

"Yes, we're very close." She chewed her bottom lip, "It's just that he can be very difficult and overbearing at times. I know he means well."

"How exactly is he difficult?" His expression showed genuine interest.

Karina gave a long sigh. "He wants very much for me to choose a husband, and he is no longer willing to wait for me to find the right one. He has threatened to choose for me if I don't choose a husband by tonight."

Richard watched her closely. "And there is no young man that you fancy? Perhaps there is someone your father doesn't approve of?"

Karina laughed shyly. "No, quite the opposite. Father has someone picked out that I don't approve of." His soft chuckle trickled across her senses, as she felt another wave of dizziness, and she reached up a hand to her temple. Karina felt very warm and slightly drowsy. She frowned as she wondered why she suddenly felt so tired. "We really should be getting back to the others. They will wonder where I have been," she mumbled, wondering why her tongue felt thicker than usual.

"Why don't you wait just a few more minutes? You are still pale."

He was watching her strangely, and his words seemed to come to her from far away. She looked at him and was surprised to see his image becoming blurry and dim. The darkness steadily closed in around her, and he became only a tiny pinpoint of light, before that too disappeared. She felt herself fall forward and then strong arms closed around her, before she sank into oblivion.



Sweet Revenge



I was nineteen at the time of this story, newly married with stars in my eyes. Then I found out the "cocksucker" as I refer to him now, had cheated on me. I began to plot my revenge and this is the story of that revenge.

My name is Lee and I live in a very small town in the middle of no mans' land. I had several men friends at the time who were gay or at least bisexual, and they came in very handy.

The "cocksuckers" retribution had been coming for awhile. I was his second wife, young, relatively sexy, naive, and vindictive as hell.

I had planned this revenge for two weeks with the help of three male friends, Mike, David, and Sam. I personally had relationships with all of these guys. They were big, good looking, and had larger than average cocks. 

Before I go any further, you should know that the "cocksucker" was completely homo-phobic, and I had given him alot of crap over it. This revenge would become the ultimate revenge.

Friday night I convinced him we needed to go to the local bar and have some fun. Reluctantly he went with me. I had arranged for my three friends to meet us there. After several hours of drinking together I suggested we go back and continue at our house. My three friends were all up for it and by this time my husband was so drunk he was up for anything. We returned to our place and sat down in the living room after we had a few more beers,I excused myself to go to the restroom. I knew that while I was gone my friends would begin with our plan.

After several minutes I returned to the living room to see my husband completely passed out on the couch. My friend Mike said, "We put that shit in his drink and he is completely out,let's get him into the bedroom." Mike, David, and Sam proceeded to take him into the bedroom and undress him. They laid him on his stomach on the bed with his lily white ass in the air. I knew I was going to enjoy this! 

All three guys already had their clothes off and huge hard cocks ready. I grabbed the lube from the nightstand and handed it to David, the big blonde adonis. His cock was the smallest of the three, just over eight inches long and very thick. David took the lube and smeared some on the "cocksuckers" ass to ready him. He climbed on top and put the head of his beautiful cock in my husbands ass. He pumped back and forth a couple of times then shoved his cock in balls deep. It was a very sexy sight.

As David ripped open my husbands hole I decided that the other two cocks shouldn't have to wait. "Lets have some fun guys," I said to Mike and Sam.

We joined David on the bed. My husband was not even moving. I knew in the morning he was going to be very sore from the brutal pounding he was receiving in his asshole. Mike got down between my thighs and began to lick and suck my clit while Sam put his giant cock in my mouth.

Sam had the largest cock it was over ten inches long and about two inches in diameter. I had always loved fucking him, the saying "hurts so good" always came to mind. I sucked his giant cock down my throat, he grabbed the back of my hair and began pumping that cock in my mouth. 

I could see David fucking my husband's ass and at the same time Mike was licking my hot, wet pussy he slipped a finger in my asshole. I came instantly. I told Sam it was his turn to fuck the "cocksucker". 

David rammed his cock deep in my husbands ass one last time and climbed off. His cock was immediately replaced by Sam's hefty cock. I watched in fascination as he slid into my unconcious husbands' ass. 

By this time I was so fucking horny and turned on, that I decided I needed a cock in my cunt and one in my ass. I had David lay down on the bed and I lowered myself onto the monster of a cock that had just invaded the enemys' ass. 

My pussy felt so full at this point I had another orgasm. Mike moved behind me and put some lube on my ass. I have always loved the feel of a hard cock in my ass and knew this new sensation of one in each of my holes was going to be incredible. Mike slipped the head of his cock just past my anal ring. He pumped gently in and out to let me become accustomed to the sensation. I told him,"Fuck me and show me how you are going to pound that bastards' ass!" At this suggestion he rammed that beautiful cock deep in my ass and David did the same in my hot pussy. They fucked me so hard and fast I could barely think. I had never been so full of cock in my life. I decided at that moment, I would always crave this sensation.

I watched Sam ram his cock in my husbands' ass for several more minutes before I completely lost all train of thought. His balls slapping my husbands' balls. His huge cock ramming in and out of my husbands' tight virgin asshole. I looked away to concentrate on all the sensations going on in my own body.

I looked back over and noticed that Sam was watching us as he slammed into the "cocksuckers" ass. I smiled at him and told him to cum in the bastards ass so he would feel it when he woke up. This made Sam cum almost instantly, he kept ramming load after load of sticky hot cum in my husbands asshole. At the same time David and Mike were cumming and filling me with their warm cum in both holes. I screamed out my orgasm and we all laying silently except for hard breathing.

"I will never be able to repay you for this guys," I said. Their mutual smiles told me the evenings events were more than enough payment. As they got dressed and left, I daydreamed about just how much fun it was going to be telling that homo-phobic bastard that not one but two of my friends had fucked his ass as he lay unconcious and unaware. 

I also would enjoy telling him that while it was happening and I was watching I was being fucked by two hard cocks at the same time. I sighed, "Sweet revenge"

The End



Sweet Revenge



Leigh woke to a world of absolute darkness. Thick, inky blackness that consumes everything it touches. She didn't know where she was or how she'd gotten there. And she was completely engulfed in nothingness. The panic was immediate and severe. Her screams sounded alien to her ears, and they only added to her desperation. They resounded around her, echoing. She had the feeling that the space she was in was so small that she could reach out and touch the walls. Or, she could have if her wrists and ankles weren't bound. Her mind knew that she was tied spread-eagle to a bed. And that she was naked. But she refused to believe it, couldn't believe it. This kind of thing didn't really happen. And if she gave into the knowledge of this new reality, she would have no hope of escaping it. So, instead of thinking, she fought. She continued the valiant but wasted struggle against her restraints. Whoever had done this hadn't wasted time on comfort; her hands were numb and her wrists and ankles were raw to the point of bleeding from rubbing against the coarse rope that held them captive. There was no way of knowing how long her fruitless escape attempt lasted. By the time her kidnapper returned, she had gone almost completely hoarse and she could feel blood running down her forearms from the force of her struggle.

She sensed her captor before she heard him. The knowledge that whoever had done this to her was near enraged her struggles and she fought with new venom. Her screams, though hoarse, became more direct. "I know you're here, you son of a bitch! Let me fucking go! Let me go!" She repeated the last three words over and over. She may never have stopped repeating them if a familiar female voice hadn't stopped her cold.

"I am hardly a son of a bitch, you fucking whore." Shannon's voice was little more than a purr, and it was at that moment that Leigh knew that this was real. And that no one would hear her screams. 

Suddenly, the blackness was replaced by light so bright that it was equally blinding. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, and when they did, there was no comfort in sight. She still didn't know where she was, and she was looking up at her worst nightmare.

Shannon stood above her, and the look in her eyes was one of pure hatred and evil. And she had a smile on her face. It was a terrifying combination of expressions; completely unnatural. And completely insane. Just like the woman wearing them. Leigh realized that she was silent and shaking with her fear. And that she had to say something, to at least try to get herself out of this situation.

"What is going on?" The words came out as little more than a croak, and this seemed to please her abductor to no end. Still smiling, Shannon sat on the edge of the bed and leaned into Leigh as if whispering a secret to her before answering loudly.

"Revenge, sweetheart. Today is the day you get what you have deserved for so long. You really didn't think I would have forgotten, do you?"

No, Leigh thought to herself. She never thought that Shannon would have forgotten. That is, if she hadn't forgotten about Shannon. But to be fair, it had been years.

Back in High School, she and Shannon had been close friends. Or at least Shannon had been Leigh's friend. Leigh had only wanted to fuck Shannon's brother Mark. And getting close to Shannon had been an easy way to get close to him. They'd done the whole high school girl thing, hanging out, sleeping over, telling secrets. When Shannon had told Leigh that she was a lesbian, Leigh had been pretty freaked out but played it off. I mean, who cares? She was still working the inside angle on Mark, and she wasn't willing to walk away because her connection liked pussy. A few weeks later, Leigh and Mark were an item and she didn't need Shannon anymore. So she dropped her. And when Shannon called her out for using her to get close to her brother, Leigh outed her to the entire school. The rest of the kids had been pretty rough on her (with Leigh's leadership), and she'd ended up transferring to a new school and eventually dropping out. Mark eventually found out about Leigh's involvement in Shannon's embarrassment, and broke things off. Which had been no big thing to Leigh either. He wasn't much of a fuck anyway. Her life had gone on. She heard rumors about Shannon for a while, but pretty soon it all died down. Eventually, she'd forgotten about the whole thing.

"Now you get yours." Shannon's voice snapped Leigh back to reality, and she realized that the other woman had moved away from her. And that she was standing next to a camcorder. For the first time, Leigh also realized what Shannon was wearing. And it wasn't much. 

"Shannon, you are fucking crazy! Just let me go, and I swear to God I won't call the cops. Please, think about this. You don't want to do this. Whatever you've got planned, it isn't worth it. It has been years. Are you really willing to kill someone, to risk prison, to settle a goddamn high school battle?"

"I'm not going to kill you, and I'm not going to prison. You fucked the wrong sibling, sweetheart. I'm only going to show you what you missed."

For the first time, Leigh grasped what was going to happen here. And she was in shock. Before she could form a reply, Shannon was straddling her. And she was naked.

Leigh had never been this intimately close to another woman before, and all she could think of doing was continuing her struggle. But no matter how she moved, she only succeeded in rubbing her bare pussy against Shannon's. She opened her mouth to scream, and Shannon silenced her with her own mouth.

The kiss took Leigh by surprise. It was rough, but not painful. Shannon licked the inside of her bottom lip, bit it, then licked it again, while her hand ran down Leigh's ribs to cup her breast. Leigh realized that she was no longer struggling, and made a conscious effort to put up a fight. 

"That's it, sweetheart, rub your pussy against me," Shannon breathed into her mouth. "I know you like it. Your nipples are hard." She punctuated with a hard pinch to Leigh's nipple and another nip on her bottom lip. In spite of herself, in spite of the insanity, Leigh heard herself moan.

And she felt Shannon chuckle into her mouth. She realized that she was being kissed by a woman who seemed to want to swallow her whole. And that she was kissing her back. She couldn't seem to help herself. Kissing a woman was nothing like kissing a man. In her experience, men kissed only because they wanted to fuck. It was a means to an end. Shannon kissed Leigh like she had kissed so many boyfriends in her life. Kissed her like she wanted nothing more than to be engulfed by her mouth forever. Kissed for the pleasure of kissing. And she tasted sweeter than any man Leigh had ever known. It was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced. And for the love of god, she wanted more. 

She actually protested when Shannon pulled back from the kiss, would have held onto her if her hands had been free. Their eyes met, and it was a moment of concession. Shannon may have brought her here, wherever here was, against her will, but Leigh was now doing this because there was nothing in the world she wanted more than to see where this was leading. No words were exchanged, they weren't needed. It was on.

Shannon met her mouth again, more aggressively this time, biting hard enough to draw blood, while her hand slid between Leigh's legs. It was not enough, and Leigh tried to press herself into Shannon's hand by lifting her hips, but Shannon was in control. She pulled her hand away. And her mouth. 

"No."

The one word was little more than a breath. And it was followed by Shannon's hot mouth, soft lips, and teeth surrounding Leigh's nipple, licking, sucking and biting until Leigh was begging for more.

"Please..." Her voice trailed off as Shannon's mouth made it's way away from her aching nipple and down her stomach, licking, nibbling, and kissing a trail of pleasure to her seeping pussy.

When Shannon's mouth finally reached her cunt, she was already sooo close to coming. All she needed was for the other woman to keep doing what she was doing, and it would all be over for her. But Shannon had other plans. She was experienced enough to drag this out if she wanted to. And she wanted to. She spread Leigh with two fingers, reveling in her old nemesis' moan. But instead of sucking and nibbling on her swollen, exposed clit, she lowered her mouth and lightly licked around it, keeping the pressure far to light to make Leigh come. Soon, Leigh was moving her hips in time to Shannon's licks, moaning the word please over and over. With each gyration of Leigh's hips, Shannon was grinding her own soaked pussy against her thigh. There was no way she would let the other woman know, but she was on the brink herself. And she wasn't ready yet. For the briefest of moments, she wrapped her mouth around Leigh's swollen clit and sucked, teasing the tip with her tongue. Then she pulled completely away. Leigh's responding moan was almost a scream of frustration.

Shannon stood and walked to the corner of the room. She picked up the knife she had left on the table, and turned back to Leigh. The other woman's eyes were closed, and her breathing was heavy. Her entire body was damp with sweat, and the thatch between her legs was soaked with her own juices and Shannon's saliva. It was absolutely the most sexual thing that Shannon had ever seen, and she didn't waste another second getting back to the bed to Leigh loose. The thought that the other woman would try to escape didn't even enter her mind.

Leigh opened her eyes, and was once again met with her worst nightmare. Shannon stood above her, a knife in her hand. Shannon recognized the fear on her face, and the reason for it. "Relax, I want your hands free."

In a few seconds, Leigh was no longer captive. While, she waited for the circulation to return, she sat cross-legged on the bed, looking down at Shannon suckle and pinch her nipples, and wondering at her own sanity. 

Minutes later, she reached down and tangled her fingers in Shannon's hair, roughly pulling her head up. This time, when their lips met, they were a tangle of limbs, almost sitting on the bed. But that didn't last long. Leigh wanted to come. And she wanted Shannon to come. She wanted to taste and feel the other woman's orgasm. She pushed Shannon onto her back and roughly spread her legs as wide as she could. She had never gone down on another woman before, and if somebody had suggested it to her yesterday, she would have been repulsed by the idea. Now, though, she sucked Shannon's clit like a pro, spreading the other woman's lips with one hand, and roughly fingering her with the other. She'd had no idea that pussy tasted like this, felt like this on your lips. The other woman was meeting each hard thrust of her hand with hip movement, and she could feel Shannon's orgasm building, tell that her controlled movements were becoming frenzied. And it was Leigh insane. She was amazed at how wet the other woman was getting, and she knew that Shannon was going to come any second. But she didn't. Just when Leigh thought she was going to get to taste Shannon's orgasm, the other woman jerked away.

"Turn around, straddle my face. I don't want to waste this. I want to taste you."

Leigh wasn't about to argue. She turned around and positioned her pussy above the other woman's mouth before returning her mouth and hands to Shannon own dripping snatch.

Without warning, Shannon grabbed Leigh's ass and pulled her drenched clit to her hot mouth. Leigh suddenly realized how much Shannon had been holding back when she had been going down on her earlier. She had never felt anything like what Shannon was doing to her now. She had taken her clit into her mouth and was sucking on it as hard as she could, while nibbling on the tip with her teeth. And she was sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy as hard as she could. Her rhythm was perfect, and it was all Leigh could do to keep her mouth between the other woman's legs. Leigh struggled to match Shannon's rhythm as she felt the first twinges of orgasm hit. It was no use. She felt her pussy clench around the other woman's fingers over and over, and she couldn't even think. She screamed her orgasm, her fingers still buried deep in Shannon. It couldn't have been more than a second later when she felt Shannon clench around her sheathed fingers, felt and tasted the other woman's flood of juices, and heard a scream to echo her own. It was, without a doubt, the most incredible orgasm of her life.

The next conscious thought Leigh had was waking up in her own bed. She was in her street clothes. And she had no idea how she had gotten there. She could only assume that Shannon must had drugged her. That was the only theory she could come up with to explain how Shannon had initially kidnapped her, so it must have been how she had gotten her home, too. At first, she had thought that the whole thing had been some kind of bizarre dream. But the bruises on her tits and soreness between her legs told the truth.

The next day at work, all of Leigh's coworkers got an anonymous email with a link to a video web site. They were all treated to the sight of a very enthusiastic Leigh fucking some strange woman. Of course, Leigh was humiliated beyond belief. She was forced to quit her job and eventually relocate

Leigh hasn't heard from Shannon since. She does have a copy of their sex tape, though. Sometimes, she watches it with her new girlfriend.



Sweet Revenge



She lay in the silent darkness and listened hard. Listened for any sound of movement, she could feel her ears straining into the silence reaching for even a whisper and found nothing but her own breathing and heartbeat. How long had she waited? He had said not to move, not to try and leave, not to cry out for at least 15 minutes after he left.  Had it been that? It seemed it had been hours, days even. 

She shifted and felt the wet stickiness against her thighs as they rubbed together. She felt the sharp stab of pain in her vagina as she struggled to sit up and remembered the feel of his cock as forced it into her dry opening. He had rammed into her with all his strength, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh and chanted "My seed's to good for your cunt, I'll only cum in your ass."  Her hands were still tied to something against the wall, probably a pipe of some sort. The muscles in her butt contracted painfully as she pulled herself to her knees and leaned forward to try and loosen the rope with her teeth. A trickle of warm liquid seeped for her ass and she wondered if it were blood or his dirty cum from his brutal rape of her ass. He had told her she wasn't good enough for him to come in her pussy, that a useless slut like her only deserved to have her ass filled. He couldn't risk a worthless whore having his priceless child. And he had pounded her once virgin ass with brutal force, tearing into the tight muscles, reveling in her screams and pleadings that seemed to just spur him to more violent thrusting.

Finally he had cum, spraying her insides with his evil seed and grunting her name over and over until he had leaned against her. She could still remember the sound of his breathing in her ear, the smell of his sex and sweat etched in her memory, the feel of his cock as it softened and finally, mercifully slid from her ass. 

She stopped tracing the rope with her tongue at a sound quick and sharp like a stifled sob and waited for him to return and punish her for not waiting long enough. Holding her breath she strained to hear more. There was nothing and she realized as she felt a warm tear slip down her cheek that it was her own voice and that she was the one crying. She found the knot and worked it with her teeth and finally freed herself. She stood in the darkness and extended her hands slowly in all directions around her and took her first tentative step. Then another and another until she found a wall. From there she followed it to a door.  Taking a deep breath and praying she turned the knob, it was unlocked. She pushed it open and stepped into a bright room. A broken mirror hung on the far wall and memory flashed across her inner eyelid. His face, his smug smile, as he had left his victim tied to the floor in the dark. She had turned just as he had opened the door and the vision of his face was burnt into her memory. 

While she had waited for the time to pass she had planned. She wouldn't go to the cops, they would do little or nothing. She would extract her own measure of revenge. He would know the feel of force plunging into his body, his heart, his mind. He would feel the fear, the cold agony of having his trust in life shattered. He would understand the horror his victim felt at his hands because she was going to give him that opportunity to experience it for himself.

In the weeks that followed she cruised the bars, searching for his face in every man she met. Exacting the plan for revenge during the search; planning the details, finding the place, checking the movements of traffic and police. And finally decided the perfect place would be her own site of defilement. An exact roll change, he would be the victim she would be the rapist. 

She went to an adult toy store for the first time in her life and was shocked and amazed at the contents, at the diversity of items from ticklers to torturers, from small to crazy enormous. Selecting several strap on cocks of various sizes she purchased those and several other items and slunk from the building swallowing shame but determined for revenge.

At home she had turned out the lights in the bathroom, placed a towel along the crack under the door and in the total darkness felt the sized of each latex cock. Inserting them in her pussy, probing with them at her ass and decided which one was the closest in size to his torturous cock. 

She packed it and her other purchases into a zippered pocket of an oversized purse she carried with her on her nightly rounds of the bars in the area of her rape.

One evening as she sat at a bar slowly sipping a soda and lime she watched as the door opened and he stepped into the room. She watched him survey the room and select a young woman to be this night's fun. She smiled at herself in the mirror over the bar and waited. 

Eventually he went to the men's room. Slipping from the bar stool she followed him down the hall and just as he was turning into the men's room she stabbed the needle into his buttocks and depressed the plunger. He spun around in surprise, she saw shocked recognition and watched it fade into stupor. She had given him just enough sedative to make him foggy and receptive to suggestion but not enough to knock him out. She couldn't get him to the car if he were unconscious, he was much too big. 

Just as she slid the syringe back into her pocket another bar patron came around the corner and swayed toward the bathroom. Smiling sweetly up into her victims face she sighed and cooed "Oh, Jerry that is so sweet of you to say." And stepped forward wrapped her arms around him to keep him from slumping to the floor and kissed him. When she heard the door to the men's room close she grabbed him around the waist gripping him by his belt and led him to the back door. He followed obediently, the drugs allowing him to walk but clouding his judgment. He hung his arm around her neck and pulled her tighter against him, leaned over and whispered in her ear "So you've come back for a little more of me huh?" His bourbon soaked breath caused her nose to wrinkle in distaste. 

Once outside she walked him to her car and pushed him into the passenger seat. "Fasten the seat belt." She demanded hoping the activity would keep him awake at least until they reached the room.

"SSSSO you wannnna complete replay?" he slurred as he leaned heavily on the door and looked up at the faded chipped sign that hung askew above the door.

"Yes I do, I can't wait to get started. I even brought my own rope." She smiled sweetly at him and exited the car. 

He opened his door and fell out. "Guess I must've had more to drink than I thought." He tried to haul himself up by the door handle and sat down hard as it swung shut. 

"Here let me help you." She said bending down and putting his arm around her neck and with a firm grip on his belt she pulled him to his feet. God he was big, and heavy and very drugged. She should probably have used a little less of the sedative considering he had been drinking. 

Leading him into the room where he had raped her several weeks before she dumped him at the far end next to the pipe she had been tied to. Attached to the pipe was a chain with a horse clip on the end. It would take some doing once he was restrained but after she was gone with a little work he'd be able to free himself. She wasn't that good at tying knots and didn't want to risk him getting loose until after she had finished with him. 

She knelt down in front of him to begin unbuttoning his shirt, his arm snaked out fast and jerked her against him. He planted his mouth over hers and jammed his tongue into her mouth. A moan of pleasure rumbled in his throat. She struggled pushing away from him and slapped him hard enough to knock him over. He was dazed, because of the drugs and the booze. While he was subdued she strapped on leather wrist restraints she had also purchased at the adult store and heaved him by his wrists close enough to fasten them to the chain on the pipe. 

He lay there, eyes closed, breathing even, great, he'd passed out. She poked him in the ribs with her toe and he stirred a little. So she poked him again harder "Hey, don't you go to sleep on me. I want you to enjoy this as much as I'm going to." 

He opened his eyes and tried to focus on her. As he went to sit up he discovered his hands were bound and that he was tied to the pipe in the wall. "What the fuck?" He jerked on the chain. "What do you think your doing you little bitch?" He jerked harder on the chain and growled at her. "You let me out of this right now." He glowered at her. She held his stare and waited until he lowered his eyes. Gripping both his ankles she drug him away from the wall until his arms were stretched tight above his head and he was lying flat on his back. He tried kicking at her but he was still really woozy from the sedative and his effort only ended in aiding her to remove one of his shoes. 

She tugged off the other one. " 'Just relax and enjoy this, it's gonna happen whether you want it to or not.' Remember saying that to me, you bastard?" Next his socks came off. She ran the sharp point of her fingernail along the bottom of his foot and he yanked it away. She looked up at him and smiled "Oh I think you're really gonna like this." He kicked at her again and she laughed. "You just a little to wide awake a little too soon but this should take care of that." She reached into her bag and pulled out another little syringe filled with sedative. 

His eyes widened in surprise and he struggled to pull himself back against the wall so he could sit up and at least be able to defend himself. The needle jabbed into the flesh of his thigh and he felt the hot sting as the liquid flushed into his system. He fought it, writhing this way and that, bellowing out his protests and threats until the drug finally over took him and he slumped down still muttering. 

"That's better." she cooed and pulled up one of his eye lids. It dilated and she could see that he was trying to focus on her face. Good she didn't want him asleep, she wanted him aware of everything she was doing. Grasping each side of the collar of his shirt she ripped it open, buttons bounced in every direction. She raked her fingernails hard down his chest leaving ribbons of red marks. 

"Bitch." He hissed. "I'll make you pay for this." He grunted in pain when she twisted his nipple. He wanted to kick her but couldn't get his legs to move. They seemed to weigh a ton apiece.  A jolt of sensation jarred his senses when she leaned forward and sucked on his nipple. Flicking her tongue over the tip, she felt it harden against her tongue. 

"You want this don't you? You like it. You're just a worthless slut." She recited the words he'd used on her as he had tied her down and ripped her blouse open. She felt her own nipples stiffen at the memory of his hand as they kneaded her breasts. He had pulled her bra cup aside and sucked a nipple into his warm mouth, flicking the tip as she had just done his. She remembered the electricity that had involuntarily raced from the stimulated nipple to her crotch. Then suddenly he had bit down and she had screamed out arching her back up pushing her tit further into his mouth. He had sucked it harder, drawing in more of it into his mouth to chew on as he held her up against him. His other hand had stroked down her stomach and under the waist band of her jeans. His probing fingers barely touching her clit, shocking her with the natural reaction of her body to stimulation on her sex. She had been ashamed when she felt the moisture form in her crotch. He had laughed and called her a natural whore.

She repeated the scene only she was the captor and he was the one tied and helpless. She sucked hard on his nipple and felt it harden. With her other hand she pinched and toyed with his other nipple until they were both erect. His stomach was flat and warm and slightly slick with sweat as she stroked her hand down it. His heart rate increased and he relaxed a little. There was now a noticeable bulge in his jeans. He thought she was going to ride him or blow him and he was all willing to give her that, to let her take it. She wouldn't have had to go to this much trouble for it, all she would've had to do was ask. He savored the sensation of his cock swelling against the warmth of her hand. 

She caressed his cock through his pants and felt it respond against her hand. As she undid the buckle to his pants and an idea struck her. Here was a new toy she hadn't considered. Tugging it lose she doubled it over on itself and pushed the ends together forming a loop then jerked them apart and the leather smacked together with a loud crack. He flinched. She set the belt aside. 

As she undid his jeans she made sure to brush her hands against his stiff cock, she wanted him excited, she wanted him unsuspecting. Tugging off the pants she tossed them aside they landed with a thump and a jingle as the keys and change rattled. He hissed at the sudden contact of his butt against the cold floor when she pulled off his shorts. "Don't be such a baby, it gets better. Yea," she said as she took his erection in her hand "oh, yea, it's gonna get a whole lot better. This is gonna be one night you'll remember for the rest of your life." She tightened her grip and gave him a couple of slow stokes. He moaned and pushed his cock up into her hand. 

His shaft wobbled back and forth when she released it. Stepping back she took in the sight of him. His hands secured above his head, the only article of clothing left to him was his ripped shirt. Red welts trailed down his chest and his cock was a pole sticking up from between his legs. 

She pulled a little digital camera from her bag and snapped a couple of shots. He blinked at the first flash and then began cursing her, demanding she stop, demanding her to delete those pictures. In silence she set the little camera aside and pulled from her bag a short spreader bar, which twisted apart to a length of about 3 feet and with another twist locked into place. A buckled cuff was attached to each end. 

Recognition widened his eyes and he began to struggle in earnest. She picked up his belt and with all her strength brought it down across his stomach just a bare inch above his erect quivering staff. He bellowed out in pain and his erection faded, his limp dick resting on his stomach. "Lay still and this will be easier for you. Besides, you know you want this, you know you deserve this, you know you will enjoy this. So just relax, because if you don't the next lash goes across your precious cock." She snapped the leather together with a loud snap and he flinched again. He knew she'd do it, he could see it in her eyes and he lay still as stone while she fastened the spreader bar to his legs just below the knee.   

Grabbing the bar between his legs she jerked on it to check its security and it stayed in place. Tightening her grip she pulled him away from the wall until his arms were once more stretched tight above his head. Then she picked up the camera and snapped few shots. He closed his eyes and turned his head away from her hiding his face against his arm. 

She carried the bag over beside him and took a towel out and spread in on the floor a little way away from him. He watched in silence. She stopped and studied him, sweat had began to form on his forehead and upper lip despite the chill in the air and the cold of concrete he lay on. She smiled at him, good he was beginning to loose his confidence, the reality of his situation was beginning to sink in. He was starting to wonder just what she had planned and if he would live through it. 

She took out a bottle of lubricant, the self warming kind and set it on the towel. She wanted him excited, she wanted him stimulated beyond his control. She wanted to take his control just as he had taken hers. Next she took out the cock ring. The guy behind the counter at the toy store had explained to her its use and purpose and had offered to demonstrate it for her. Refusing to look at him, she had stammered her refusal and fled the store.

So far she hadn't brought anything out of the bag that had made his think he was in extreme danger. He hadn't beaten her, he hadn't threatened to kill her or maim her. He never needed to do that. At 6'3" and 210 pounds of well toned muscle it was a simple matter of size winning out. Although there had been that one little tart that had been very skilled in karate or what ever it was called. She had been a challenge, but he had won out in the end. It was unfortunate that he had discovered she was a virgin as he had rammed through her maidenhead. She had bled profusely so much so that he had dropped her at a hospital emergency room. Stupid little slut, if she had just told him, he would have been a little more gentle with her. He would have raped her just the same, but not with such brute force. 

His rememberings had caused his cock to begin to harden again. "Thinking about how you raped me?" She said flicking his dick with the tip of her finger. 

"Don't flatter yourself." He turned to watch her and surveyed the things she had laid out on the towel so far. He drew in a sharp breath and tried to back away from her when she pulled out a hunting knife with a 6 inch blade. "Now wait a minute, I didn't do anything permanent to you, I didn't even slap you. I didn't want to hurt you, just to have a little fun with you. You don't need that, I'll do what ever you want, but you don't need that. I think we should talk about this. What do you say? What do you want from me, An apology? Fine, then I'm sorry. What can I do to make it up to you?" He had started babbling trying to distract her while his brain searched for a way out. He felt himself start to sweat, and with the bar between his legs he was finding it difficult to move. Kicking his heels against the floor he tried to push himself up to the wall. If he could just sit up, maybe look her in the eye, maybe he could reason his way out of this. What little fog had remained from the booze and drugs had vanished in a second with the glint of light on the sharp edge of the knife blade. 

"Don't Flatter YOUR self." She said turning the point of the knife to him. "You have nothing I would want. Except maybe these." She flicked the tip of the knife against his balls. And he shrieked and tried harder to back away from her. "No! No, no, no, please not that! I'm not a bad person, really I'm not. I just drink a little too much sometimes, and I loose control. I don't mean to hurt those women." 

"Shut." She thumped his nuts with the flat side of the blade. "Up." His clamped his mouth shut with an audible snap of his teeth banging together and whimpered through his closed lips.  "I thought you'd be tougher, more macho, not such a pussy that you'd beg this soon." She laid the knife down on the towel by the cock ring. Two leather straps with buckles followed. He'd never know the knife was a child's toy and wouldn't cut hot butter. Then she pulled out the last item from her bag, the strap on dildo. Holding it up for his inspection she said "When I'm done with you, this," she wiggled it at him "will be the only way you'll ever be able to rape a woman." 

He screamed this time a high pitched shriek of panic and she could almost smell the fear boiling from him. She laid the dildo on the towel next to the knife and stood watching his futile struggle to get away from her, he looked like a two legged crab struggling in a tide pool. She picked up the camera and snapped a couple more pictures. 

From across the room she retrieved a saw horse she had dropped off the week before. It was shorter than the regular saw horses. She had estimated where he would bend at the waist based on her own back height and had cut the legs off to there. As she pulled it up next to him she commented softly almost to herself but loud enough for him to hear. "Maybe if you co-operate with me I'll reconsider and leave you your manhood. He really didn't do that much harm, except to my self esteem and my dignity. And the fact that I can't have any man touch me without recalling the feel of him over me plunging into me over and over, turning me into a dirty used whore whose nightmares keep her awake at night. So maybe, just maybe, if he let's me punish him I'll leave him with the same memories and let him get back to what's left of his life." 




Sweet Revenge



"Yes, yes, yes." He whined "I'll be good. I'll do as you ask. What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to get on your knees, I think a good whipping is in order." She laughed at his struggles to get on his knees with his hands bound above his head and his legs spread apart. He growled and swore at her. She scooped up his belt and struck him across his bare ass. He jerked forward at the impact, lost his balance and sprawled face first onto the floor. "Show some respect, call me Mistress Cunt." Smacking his bass cheeks again she commanded "Now, get up on your knees, you prick."

She was starting to like this, it was beginning to excite her. She could feel her nipples harden at the sight of the two wide reddening welts that were forming on his pale white ass. Taking a couple more pics she felt a tingle at the prospect of viewing them in private later. Kneeling down behind him she took a shot of his dangling balls and cock below the hot red welts as he struggled to his knees. Now that was yummy, and it was all hers to do with as she pleased. Setting the camera aside she slid the saw horse up to his stomach. "Raise up a little." He complied without comment and she slipped the saw horse under him.

Using the two straps she secured his legs to the legs of the saw horse his ass and cock and ball were now readily accessible and he was unable to struggle. Gripping the towel by the two corners she drug it and the contents to a place he could see the items.

She took the lube bottle snapped open the cap and filled her had with it. She sniffed it, "mmmmmm, smells like cinnamon. And it's starting to feel warm in my hand. Tell me what it feels like on your cock." 

Taking hold of his cock she worked her fingers over it liberally coating the skin with the lubricant. She slid her hand down the shaft and cupped his balls, gently rolling them in her hand spreading the warming jell on them as well. His cock twitched and she returned to stroking him. "How does it feel, it is getting warm?" 

He was gritting his teeth, she watched the muscles in his jaw flex rapidly and felt the muscles in his groin tighten. He was trying not to react to the sensations of her strokes and the slippery warmth of the lubricant on his penis. He would not get hard, he would not give her the satisfaction, he would not, would not, would not, would not. The mantra blended with the rhythm of her hands movement on his cock and he felt it begin to stiffen despite his best efforts. Releasing his cock it dangled half flaccid between his legs. 

"See what a whore you are, you like this. You want this. You're such a slut, a slut for my use tonight." She reached for the bottle of lube and poured a little more into her hand and rubbed both her hands together greasing both palms with the slimy goo. This time she positioned herself behind him and reached around with one hand to continue stroking his cock. She slid the other hand over his butt and between his legs where she rubbed his balls, cupping them and rolling them. 

He continued to harden in her hand. "How does it feel, warm and exciting?" 

"No." He ground out between clenched teeth. "It doesn't feel like anything." 

"Oh, I think you're lying." She said squeezing his now erect penis in her hand. "I think the slut in you likes this very much. You're nothing but a male whore who's been wishing someone would see that and pleasure you." 

"You're a malicious bitch, and you think what I did to you last time was bad. You have no idea what I'm capable of." 

Silently she picked up the bottle of lube and squirted some on his bare cheeks and slowly sensuously rubbed it in. She stepped back, picked up the camera and stepped to the side. What a shot, he was stretched over the saw horse his legs strapped to it with his erect cock slightly reddened from the heat of the lube and her rubbing sticking straight as a broom handle from under it. Yes, this would be a shot his macho buddies would appreciate. She took it. "Look at me." He turned his head the other way. She picked up his belt and whacked him with it. The flat leather coming in contact with the wet skin sounded like a shot had been fired. He jumped so hard it scooted the saw horse forward an inch and he grunted. 

"I said look at me." She slammed the belt onto the floor and it cracked again. He grunted as though he had been hit and yanked his head to face her. She took the picture capturing his look of shock and fear. "I wonder how this is going to look on your gym room wall? Suppose it'll excite all your buddies?"

"You cunt, when I get loose I'll.." His remark was cut short when the searing sting of the belt again slammed across his ass and he screamed.

"What did I tell you to call me?" She struck him again. "Respect me." And again the belt whipped across his ass. 

He was panting, the muscles in his legs quivering. "Mistress cunt."

"Very Good, you learn quickly." She rubbed more of warming liquid on the welts on his ass. 

As the seconds passed the sting of the lashes was heightened to a burning by the jell. The redness seemed to almost glow. It was lovely really and she couldn't resist taking another picture so she could remember it later. He was wiggling in reaction to the burning on his ass. It caused his now semi-hard cock to sway like it was beckoning her closer. Once again behind him she reached around and clasped his penis and began the rhythmical stroking. Her breasts were rubbing against his stripped ass and he flinched with each rub at the added abrasion on his burning butt. Her nipples contracted and hardened from the stimulation. Thank God he couldn't see her face, she felt herself blush and she leaned her head back and savored the sensations of warmth playing across her nipples. Slipping her hand between his legs she slipped her middle finger between his butt cheeks and slid it over his puckered hole. He gasped as the contact and bucked forward. 

Toying with his balls, she worked both his cock and his testicles until he was once again hard and erect. His breathing was more rapid, and she could feel his elevated heart rate in the pulse at the base of his shaft. "How does that feel now." She whispered in his ear as she relaxed against his back and continuing to pump his cock. 

"Keep it up and your fun will be over sooner that you hoped." He said barely audible. He was humping her hand as much as his restrained position would allow. 

She grabbed the cock ring and shoved first one ball through and then the other. He jerked and grunted. "Hey, easy with those, they're sensitive." 

"Oh, sorry. I'll be as tender with you and you were with me. She forced his cock head through the ring and wrenched his dick the rest of the way through. He had begun to soften at the rough treatment and she squeezed the clasp tight. He hissed and arched his back trying to shake her off. 

She stepped away from him and waited until he settled down. Stepping to the side where he could clearly see her she slowly unbuttoned her skirt starting from the bottom button. She was wearing black lace top nylons and a garter belt, no panties. When trying on the strap on at home to see how it worked she had discovered the knob inside that fitted snuggly against her clit. It would stimulate it from the movements and bumping in the course of using it. She might as well get a climax or two out of the night. 

His eyes widened in surprise "Very nice. Glad you dressed for the occasion."

She picked up the strap on and stepped into it. "Don't flatter yourself, this is strictly for me." Adjusting the position of the latex cock to fit over her clit she stepped from his line of vision. 

"No, wait a minute." He squirmed against the restraints attempting to turn and see what she was doing. "I'm not gay, this isn't what I want. Don't do this." He jerked on the cuffs rattling the chains and scooting the saw horse sideways. He could see her now. Sweat popped out on his forehead "I said I was sorry, I said I'd do what ever you wanted to make it up to you. Want me to pay for counseling, I will."

She stood watching him as he panicked, enjoying his fear, letting it build, letting his own imagination do the work for her. 

"What do you want?" He asked and studied her. She remained silent and still. "Just tell me what you want." He tugged on the cuffs. "SAY SOMETHING!" He shouted.

In the following quiet the only sound was the rasp of his increased breathing. She waited a moment longer and then walked to the towel, picked up the bottle of lube and drizzled some on the latex cock strapped between her legs. 

He watched as she stroked it, coating it with shiny oil. He felt a stirring in his own cock. No, nonono, this could not possible be exciting him. This was wrong, he liked women, only women yet warmth flooded his balls. He felt the cock ring grow tighter and new his dick was responding to the visual stimulation. He looked way and tried to study the restraints. There had to be a way to get out this. With one hand he reached for the cuff on the other and pulled on it. It was a real police issue set of cuffs not the toys they sold in the adult stores. He tried collapsing his hand to slide it off, but she had secured it above the wrist bone stopping it from sliding forward and off his hands. He doubted he could have folded his hand small enough to slip it off anyway. He pulled on the chain and the saw horse and him scooted closer to the wall and the clip that held him captive. 

She heard the movement and looked up. "Stop that." She commanded. Furry poured through her, spiked by a little fear. If he should get loose before she finished and left he would probably beat her to death or worse. The screeching of the sawhorse legs echoed through the building as she dragged him back into place, stretching his arms over his head once more. "Just relax and enjoy this, because it's going to happen to you whether you want it to or not. So you might as well enjoy it." 

Stepping up behind him she rubbed the head of the fake cock against his ass. 

"Let me go and I'll never force another woman to do anything she doesn't want me to. Just let me go." 

She jabbed him hard on the butt cheek with it. "No, You're gonna like this, this is what you want. This is what you like to do, so I figure you must like it too." Jabbing him again she reached around and stroked his cock. She felt it quiver in her hand. "See, you do want this." Slipping the strap on between his legs she rubbed it against his nuts and slid it along the underside of his shaft until the tip was aligned with the head of his cock. She stroked them both. "I have a good memory they are almost exact. Although I think mine is a little bigger than yours." 

"LET ME GO!" He jerked frantically on the chain and again the saw horse scooted forward. "PLEASE, LET ME GO." He screamed between breathes. He was panting in his panic. He felt the cuffs dig into his wrists bruising the flesh as he struggled to get away. 

The sudden sting of the belt lashing across his butt caused him to scream. "What" She struck him again and again he howled. "Did" whack "I" whack "tell" whack "you" whack "to" whack "call" whack "me?" whack. He braced for the next lash and it didn't come, his body trembled from tension. 

He could feel his cock throbbing from the restricted blood that couldn't leave it. It sent little jabs of sensation into his prostrate. It startled him when he felt the droplet of pre-cum seep from the end. Oh God what was wrong with him that his would turn him on. He was supposed to be the aggressor, this was not right. This was not happening. "Please let me go Mistress Cunt," He whined. 

She stepped up behind him and again took his cook in her hand. "Well, well, well, you must really like this you slut, look how wet you are." She rubbed the slippery droplet around on the head. Positioning the strap-on against his virgin ass hole she prodded it gently. "If you liked that then your gonna love this." She pushed forward and smiled as she watch the rectal muscles contract. 

He felt the prodding of the strap-on against his anis and tried to squirm away. As the tip of it began to stretch the muscles he felt the warmth of the lube start to work. She pushed harder and the tip slipped in a little. He arched his back and tried to buck her off. She rammed forward and buried the head of the latex cock in his ass.  He roared in pain, as his hole was stretch and the warming lube enhanced the sting. 

When she pushed forward the little button on the inside of the strap-on bumped against her clit, sending a little thrill through her. Watching the head of her cock slip into his body doubled the thrill. So this was what it was like for a man, to watch himself fuck a woman and to feel it at the same time. Excitement rushed over her and suddenly she needed to cum, needed release, needed to finish this. She gripped his hips jerking him back against her and rammed forward burying the entire cock in him. He bellowed his protest, begging her to stop. Fire burned in him, consumed his mind, the only focus was the tearing pain in his ass. He continued to howl with each thrust of the latex cock into his ass and the pulling, scrapping pain of it as she withdrew for the next thrust. 

With each stroke the knob rubbed against her clit, she could feel the wetness between her legs, the site of the shaft pumping in and out of his unwilling ass was doubling, tripling the sensation and she could feel the climax begin to build. Leaning forward she let her breasts brush against his back, letting the tingles of her nipples rubbing on the curve of his ass add to her excitement. Her breath was quick and hot on his neck. 

Slowly the burn in his ass began to fade and he felt the rub of the cock head on his prostrate, felt the little ripples of pleasure start to build. NO, nononono, this was wrong! He was a man! No cock could do this, this was not him, he needed pussy, and only pussy. He would not, could not, would not, cum to this. 

She increased the strokes and a groan of pure ecstasy escaped her. She increased the thrusting, stroking faster, building her own tower to the edge. And it came, as she slammed into him one last time, it washed over her, quivering from her very center. She felt the hot liquid seep from her trembling pussy and rocked against his ass sending shivers of orgasm through her body. Her legs began to tremble and she collapsed on him, the latex penis still buried in his ass. 

He was breathing hard, and had almost cum with her but the cock ring stopped it. His cock was rigid and throbbing for release. He heard himself moaning and he shifted under her trying to find some form of stimulation that would finish it. 

Her breathing slowed and when the roar of her own heart beat in her ears quieted she heard his soft moans. She felt his wiggling under her and reached around him to grasp his rock hard cock. Chuckling she said "So you are nothing but a little faggot after all. All your macho tough guy rapist attitude is just an act. You're a cock hound, wanting to have one fuck your ass." She stroked his shaft and rocked the plastic one slowly in and out of him. 

He moaned and tried to push back against her. She stopped dead still. He tried to push back again. "Don't stop, finish it." He whispered. 

"What did you say?" She squeezed his cock and balls until he flinched. "Did you just ask me to fuck your ass, you little pervert.?"

"Yes." He barely formed the word. He was ashamed of the want, no, the need to feel the thrusting of the cock that penetrated his ass. 

"No." She stood still. He moved back and she stepped back leaving just the head of the strap-on still inside him. "If you want it, ask me."

He whimpered, his self image shattered beyond redemption. He was a mewling mess. "Fuck me." He whispered.

She jerked the cock from his hole. The glint of light on the camera caught her attention and she strode over to it. Setting the timer to take a photo every 20 seconds she aimed it and pushed the start button. Moving to stand by his head she grabbed a hand full of his hair and lifted his head until he was staring at the fake cock just as the first flash went off. 

"Suck it." She demanded.

That was too much for him and he shook his head no. "I said suck it!" She jerked his head up and with her other hand pinched his nose shut. Finally he gasped for breath and she shoved the cock in his mouth as another flash lit the room. She forced the fake penis into his mouth until it bumped against his throat at the same time bumping the button against her clit. He gagged, she released his nose and he gulped for air. She withdrew the cock a little and thrust it in again. He gagged, snot sprayed from his nose. "Just learn to swallow and you won't gag every time. You should know how to do this since that's what you told me." 

She relaxed into a rhythm letting the sounds of his discomfort add to the sensation of her second building climax. When she came again she thrust the cock deep into his throat and rocked against the button until the last wave of sensation passed. He as thrashing around trying to get away from her, to get the plastic appendage out of his mouth so he could breath. She pulled it out and patted his cheek. "You're a good little cocksucker." He was gasping for air. 

When his breathing finally eased and returned to normal she stood behind him. "Now it's time for your reward." Positioning the head of the strap-on at the stretched opening of his ass she pushed forward just as the camera flashed again. Oh she was really going to enjoy looking at these. Maybe she'd send him a set. Or better yet she'd send a set to the bar he frequented to pick up his victims. That would be a hoot. 

She reached around and stroked his cock until he moaned and rammed the plastic prick up his ass in one swift motion. He shrieked at the dry penetration, the latex sticking and pulling the bruised ring of muscle around his ass. It loosened after a couple of pumps as the natural lubricant from inside coated it. She humped him until his breath was coming is short gasps and continuous moans of pleasure filled the silence of the warehouse room. Reaching around him she released the cock ring and felt him swell in her hand. He was pounding back against her in equal force to her thrusts forward. She felt the throbbing of his climax in her hand and jacked him harder ramming the cock as hard as she could into him. "I'm cumming," he screamed. 

She tightened her grip on his cock and whispered in his ear, "Come for me you little slut, that's right, show me what a whore you are." And he did, he spurted his cum onto his chest, splattering part of it on his chin. He came hard and long pumping jet after jet onto the floor shuddering as each spasm rippled through him. Finally he slumped down over the saw horse, his legs trembling, to weak to hold him. She pulled out of him. Stepped out of the Strap-on and shoved it back up his ass. He grunted and shuddered again.

"A present from me." She said and slapped his butt hard enough to leave a print. 

After she packed up the remainder of her supplies she left slamming the door behind her leaving him in total darkness. His mind reeled, spinning images of his rape and his reaction to it. Blending them with the ones he had committed. Something in him ripped, changed, tilted and spilled over. He was gone, and he wept at the loss. 

She saw him about a year later. She was sitting at a bar sipping a soda and lime, when he walked in the door. He was followed by a tall muscular man and they sat at a table. She watched him as he leaned over and gently kissed the other man on the cheek. He saw her from the corner of his eye and said something to his companion. 

He approached her and leaned on the bar next to her. "Can I buy you a drink?" He asked quietly.

"I think so. Mine seems to be empty." She rattled the ice cubes in the glass to get the bartenders attention. 




Sweet Revenge



"I just wanted to say thank you."

"What?" She asked startled.

"I just wanted to thank you for showing me my true nature. All the anger is gone, and I'm happy now with Rick. It took you to make me see it."

She laughed and turned to the woman next to her. "Ellen this is the man I told you about." 

Ellen smiled at him and extended her hand. "I'm very glad to meet you. I thought I recognized you from the pictures. I want to thank you for turning her. We are very happy, I'm so glad she has changed. I have you to thank." 



Sweet Revenge



After having gone up with her company and gotten a better paying job, Betzaida Torres decided to do a little rooting around … catch up on her past. It took her a while but she was able to find her old crush Omar, and through him the rest of the old group. She continued phone calls, emails, and letters with the old gang from her young childhood years for a year. Found that Oscar had joined the military and was abroad. Omar had deviated from becoming a house designer to landscaping. It all seemed well, except for a few things. Edgardo was married and had kids; but then the wife divorced him, took the kids, but they both agreed not to tell the rest of the family why. But now he seemed to be doing okay and dating again. The other thing that bothered her was Norma, she seemed to go through periodic changes in mood from euphoric to manic depressive with each consecutive letter she received through the normal postal service. 

It was April, Betzaida was surprised when going through the mail that she had been invited to Edgar and Noelle's wedding in July. She decided to RSVP and start getting ready for a vacation that month. It had been a long time since she had been to Puerto Rico. It would be good to family and the old haunts. Two weeks later she was checking her email when she got some very disturbing news. Norma had committed suicide. The only thing on her note was that all she held too many secrets and that all she wanted to say was in the mail. 

In the mail, that was an odd thing to say. Her answers to that puzzle were answered a few days later with the daily mail. Betzaida opened her mailbox to find her monthly subscription to Kitchen & Baths, the usual utility bills, her confirmation to the wedding to come, and a letter from Norma. Dreading what was to come, she opened that piece of mail last:

Querida B,

Only Maritza, you, and I are the only ones who know the true nature of my brother Edgardo. Yes, he returned to his old habits and that is why she divorced him. She didn't tell the rest of the family because if they didn't believe me, then they would probably not believe her as well.

I cannot dissuade Noelle from marrying him. I'm counting on you to open their eyes. You are smarter and more creative than me; and you were always the good one with the impeccable record.

I can't keep doing this and living with this burden. Do what you must, but I give up.

Remember me,

Norma

So that was it, all the pieces just seem to fit together suddenly. Betzaida read through all her mail once more, intent on learning as much as possible before formulating her plan. She took an extra week off, took a couple extra suitcases, and some extra purchases; but if things went to plan, getting a wedding present would not be necessary.

Late June came and Betzaida met up with family, did the routine visiting thing. She went to Norma's funeral, met with Noelle and the rest of the old friends. Noelle insisted that they should do lunch and really get to know each other. Norma was to be her maid of honor, but seeing as Betzaida was her closest friend Noelle hoped that she would take up the honor. Betzaida agreed thinking this was a good way to get to know this innocent woman better.

Noelle was not a Boricua, she was only half-puertorrican. Born and raised in Louisiana, she and her family moved away to Puerto Rico after Hurricane Katrina to be closer to her father's side of the family for assistance. Though being so far away, she and her mother seemed to hold their old beliefs of Wicca and other practices; so this was not to be the typical Catholic wedding that Edgardo's family wanted. Noelle was sweet, kind, and seemed to be so in love with him that she seemed to be putting work and other duties in the back-burner, to her mother's chagrin. It was time to open up her eyes.

After lunch with Noelle, Betzaida decided to make a call. "He Ed, it's B. Would you like to meet me at Old San Juan at the dove park?" 

They met up just outside the park at dusk. Betzaida was dressed in a beautiful white dress with red flowers; it had thin 1-inch straps that lined up perfectly to the seam line that went over her breasts. She noticed him following the line down, she knew she would.

"You grew up nice B," Edgardo said clearing his throat. They started walking up and down the cobbled streets of San Juan; catching up on each other's lives. They passed by closing shops, bars, and other clubs. Passing by one of these clubs Betzaida just had to stop and dance to. Edgardo admired the swaying movements of her rounded hips the motions of her body. "You still have a nice ass," he commented when they resumed walking.

"No I don't," she replied, "it's larger than it was then. Then again, a lot of me has grown since then." She turned to look at him straight in the face. The next thing she knew he was pulling he close and kissing her. Betzaida kissed him back with the same ardor, but pulled back breathlessly. "Do you want to really see the rest of me," she asked him. He responded with a definite, and she gave him an address to a hotel room to meet up at on Monday mid-day. So the trap was set.

That Monday Betzaida called up a florist and had a dozen red roses delivered to Noelle's office. On them a card that read: "I miss you, meet me after work at that hotel down the street from your office."

Earlier that morning Betzaida had brought her extra suitcase over to the hotel room and began setting up things here and there. Some rope, a tape recorder, and a couple extra items in the nightstand drawer. It had been many years since the last time Edgardo had seen her. Yet there she heard him knocking at the door. Betzaida went to open the door and noticed him looking her up and down. She wore a long brown skirt and a nice button-up blouse. As soon as she closed the door Edgardo took her into his arms and gave her a long kiss. Apparently she had more of an effect on him now than she had anticipated.

She coyly slipped from his grasp and walked away from him. "I'm not the same innocent girl you knew way over a decade ago. I've grown and learned so much in all this time."

"You still seem just as sweet to me," he said coming up behind her. He slowly slid his hand up her arms, lightly playing with the sleeve of Betzaida's blouse and feeling the heat of her body through the thin fabric.

"But I have changed," she turned to face Edgardo and started playing with a bit of fluff on his shirt. "And I also think you may not want to play along with what I had in mind."

"Betsy, I think I can take anything you can come up with. Just lay it on me!"

He was always so cocky, so full of himself. A mile curved her lips. "Alright tough guy. Do you think you can handle a brief game of 'Truth or Dare?"

He laughed. He dared to laugh at her! But she didn't care, she was going to have Edgardo crying in the end. "Sure, and I'll go ahead and start . . . Truth."

"I was hoping you'd say that. Do you find appealing how I've grown into all my curves?"

He looked her up and down, "Babe it's hard to say with what you are wearing!"

"Are you daring me to take off … my shirt?"

He nodded and she proceeded to take off her blouse starting with the buttons and going one by one. She could see the look of surprise on his face as he saw Betzaida was wearing a tan brocade corset beneath it. It pushed her breasts up to two beautiful mounds and left the tiniest hint of areola peeking from the edges. Edgardo reached a hand up to touch them and she smacked his hand down.

"You can look but you can't touch . . . Yet." She took his hand and led him to the bed where she sat him down and strapped his hand down with a rope so tightly he cringed a little. "For your offense your had will be bound until the end of the game. Play nice and you get rewarded. And it is your turn again."

"Dare."

"I dare you to take off my skirt, one handed." He completed his dare, though clumsily. As the skirt fell to the floor it revealed legs that went from here to eternity. They started with high-heeled knee-high boots and ended at a little lace thong. He tried to run his free hand up the back of one thigh.

Quickly Betzaida took his hand and twisted it away. "You are still a bad boy. I told you not to touch. Now I'm going to have to tie this one up too." She laid him back against the headboard and reached the other side of the bed for the other rope. "Okay now it's my turn, Dare."

"Well since I seem to be needing to do a little catch up on the clothing department and my hands are tied up, I dare you to take my clothes off."

"With pleasure," she said as she leaned over and kissed him deeply. Betzaida slid her tongue between his lips and tasted him. This of course was just a distraction as she slid her fingers in one of her boots and drew out a silver dagger and raised it up to his stomach.

"Whoa what do you plan to do with that," he exclaimed after being caught off guard.

"Well the ropes are in the way, but they have to stay. And you told me to take off your clothes. What? You don't trust me?"

He seemed apprehensive, but he conceded. She started from the bottom and started popping one button at a time, then cut a slit on the back before tearing the shirt in two. Then she licked and nibbled at his neck while undoing his pants before they finally could be slid off. And last but not least were his boxer briefs; well at least they weren't the tighty-whities of years ago. Betzaida cut those off too!

"I believe it is your turn now," she told him as she cradled his testicles in her hand. "Truth or Dare?"

He drew in a heavy breath, "Truth."

"Did you enjoy tormenting your sister and I all those many years ago? Did you enjoy watching us do all that stuff and me following your every order?"

"Yes," Edgardo admitted. "It was hot seeing you two kissing and fucking you from behind while you ate her out."

"You are a bad boy wanting to see your sister get ate up, and not even hiding like a decent Peeping Tom." She reached over to the nightstand drawer and pulled out a cat-o'-nine-tails.

"What kind of game do you think you are going to play with that," Edgardo said almost panicking.

"Like I said earlier, I've learned much since we last saw each other. I suppose I could choose Truth since it is my turn and tell you about it. If you wish." He nodded his assent and Betzaida continued on. "After we last saw each other that last winter break all those many years ago, my parents moved us to Nevada. I finished out the rest of my year in high school and moved in with a friend to Vegas. She went to work at casinos and went to wild parties at night. I kept to myself and school, I told her I was not interested in her sex parties. I couldn't tell her the truth that because of my past I just lost any interest in it. I finally let her talk me into going to one of her parties just so she would stop harassing me about it and she promised she knew someone that would take good care of me. That was when I met Mistress Organa. She saw great potential in me, and she taught me everything there was to know about domination and the art of giving pleasure with pain." Betzaida began to trail the whip up from his ankle and up his leg, "If you trust me, I can show you. You did say you could take anything I could come up with you big, strong, man you. Tell me the Truth, you want me to."

She licked the line of his jaw and trailed an arc along the shell of his ear. He drew a sharp ragged breath, a definite indication that she was turning him on; not to mention his penis standing almost completely erect. She bent over and took him into her mouth; she licked, nibbled, and sucked until his groans were almost nonstop. She stopped, stood up at the foot of the bed, and told him to turn around. 

"Uhm, did you forget? I'm kinda tied up at the moment," he said raising his arms up and showing off the ropes on his hands.

"You're a smart man and I'm sure you can figure it out. Otherwise . . ." she bent over and grabbed the rope ends she left hidden under the bed, "I'll have to make you do it the hard way."

"You wouldn't dare!"

With that Betzaida yanked hard on the ropes. When she treaded the rope through the wrought iron headboard she looped it so that both ropes came from one hole in the center, even though the loops were placed on either side of the bed. This led his hands over and behind him. "Now if I were you I wouldn't be pulling back on those. I'm tying them to the curtain pull and I doubt you have an exhibitionist streak in you. Now I'm telling you to get on your knees."

He did as she instructed. She drew from the drawer a blindfold and placed it over his eyes. "Now let see . . . Where to start (swat)," she struck him lightly on the bum. "That was for giving me a hard time about turning around on the bed. And this one," she swatted him again only a little harder, "is for not keeping your hands to yourself."

She fondled his erection between swats and slipped unbeknownst to him a cock ring around him. Stopping him from cumming when he wanted was key to her master plan. Then she gave him one last hard swat across his bottom, "and that last one is for all the bad stuff you did to us so many years ago. Now on to step three."

"Hey that hurt," Edgardo exclaimed. "And what do you mean step three?"

"Getting you here was step one," she said moving to the nightstand again. "Step two was lowering your defenses and giving you pleasure," Betzaida continued removing a gag from the drawer. "Step three…well that's a surprise," she finished wrapping the gag tightly, covering his mouth.

Before she climbed on the bed she removed two more things out of the nightstand drawer. Betzaida laid down on the bed and propped a pillow behind her head. She took his staff in her hands and started rubbing and squeezing a little. She then followed that attention with some licking and sucking with her mouth, while her hands worked over to his sac. Soon he was groaning his pleasure and his manhood was so hard it was almost tempting to ride. Almost. She got up from under him and grabbed a bottle of warming oil next to her, pouring some of it over his butt cheeks and rubbing it around. First in big wide circles, then smaller, and down over his sac and stiff penis; then back up over his ass and between the butt cheeks. He bucked in surprise, Edgardo was definitely not expecting that. She poured some more oil, and then as she continued to play with his penis she slowly inserted one finger in his arse. Betzaida met with resistance at first, but with so much oil around it couldn't put up much of a fight and she was in.

"So how does it feel now that you are he one getting probed," she asked rhetorically. Of course he couldn't technically answer considering he was gagged, but judging by the sounds he was a little uncomfortable. "Don't worry. Like you said to me before, it only gets better from here."

She then slid in a second finger, then a third; all the while continuing to stroke him. Edgardo seemed to start getting conflicted between the feelings of his ass been violated or his cocked been worked so ferociously well. Just as he thought the worst was over, Betzaida went ahead and inserted a medium size dildo up his ass hole. This was more than he wanted to handle and tried to yell out his protests, but couldn't because the gag was still around his mouth.

Slowly he seemed to relax into it; he started leaning against each stroke and groaning with pleasure. "You like that don't you," she asked him. "Do you like that cock in your ass?" He nodded yes, his eyes were half-closed and looked like he was ready to come. "Tell me Edgardo. Tell me how much you like it up your ass," she asked him removing the gag from his mouth and slowing down her strokes.

"Yes! Yes I like it up the ass," he said between breaths.

"Do you dare to take more? Or do you need to come?"

"Please Betsy, may I have some more?"

"That's a good boy," she said stroking him faster and picking up the speed with the dildo again. "Take that cock in your ass just like you gave it to so many other girls before."

Soon he started trembling, definitely in need of release. She quickly undid the cock strap releasing his flow and he came hard on the bed sheets. She then removed the dildo and showed him, "did you know you had this 6" thing all the way up your ass? And you liked it."

"I guess you taught me something new this time," Edgardo said as he collapsed on his side. He looked like he was still very much in the amorous mood.

"Yes I guess I did," she said reaching behind him under a pillow. She then removed the tape recorded and started to rewind it. "It seems like I taught you that you are not as manly as you thought. Or maybe that you are more perverted than you first realized."

"Yes! Yes I like it up the ass," repeated the tape recorder.

He looked at her suspiciously as she walked over to her bags by a desk in the room, "What are you going to do with that?"

"Leaving a note with it," she said as she rewound it to the point she wanted and left both note and tape recorder on the coffee table in front of the door. She then began to dress back up and pack her things.

"Hey aren't you going to untie me," he asked her.

Betzaida looked him up and down, clearly amused by his distress. "You getting free is not up to me." She looked at the time on her cell phone. "Actually, the person to make that decision will be here any minute, so I need to go."

"Hey, don't leave me like this! It's embarrassing," Edgardo cried out as she closed the door behind her.

At last Betzaida was free, and she felt relief that in a way Norma was please as well. After Noelle played that tape there would be no way she would go through with the marriage. Not only that, but the rest of Edgardo's family will know for certain what he did without it having to be said directly from her lips in some uncomfortable confrontation. Now she was going to go back to her comfortable hotel room, take a shower, and relax in the fact that she actually got some vengeance.

Minutes later Noelle came off the elevator and walked to the hotel room that was on the card with the flowers. She turned the knob and found it unlocked. "Hello," she called as she walked in.

"Noelle," was the questioning reply from somewhere on the other side of the room. 

As she walked into the room she noticed a note and a tape recorder. On the note in big letters was written 'READ ME FIRST:'

Darling Noelle,

I think that you are a sweet girl, and you need to know the whole truth before you get married. Edgardo is not the great guy he may appear to you. All the rumors you hear whispered among Norma's friends are kinda true. But the truth is best heard from 'the horses mouth,' as they say. Or in this case, from the ass's mouth.

I don't mean to hurt you, I merely mean to open your eyes to what is in front of you. 

Edgardo is naked in the room tied to the bed. Before you release him, perhaps it's best you play this taped confession.

Betzaida

P.S. if you ever need a strong shoulder to lean on or anything, I'll always be a friend to you.

"Noelle honey, can you please come here please," she heard Edgardo cry out from further in the room. Thank goodness for sitting rooms in good hotels. She turned the tape recorder on and astounded by what she heard.

"Noelle, don't listen to that," Edgardo cried out desperately from the other room. "Its all a lie. I love you!"

Minutes later Noelle came into the bedroom. She saw him tied to the bed. The rest of the ropes attached to the curtain pull which had drawn the curtains partly open. "Malédictions sur vous," exclaimed Noelle. "Comment est-ce que défi vous tirez les laines au-dessus de mes yeux et me trompez de cette manière? Bâtard, je ne souhaite rien à faire avec vous! The wedding is off! We are through and I never want to see you again!"




Sweet Revenge



And with that she left taking the tape recorder with her and Edgardo still tied to the bed.



Sweet Revenge



This is my second story. It has been a while since my last story. I hope you all enjoy this and any feedback would be appreciated. 

*

Brad and I had been together for a month or so and both of us decided that we should be exclusive. I was one of the happiest girls on this planet until one night all of that changed. 

Brad's birthday had arrived and I had planned on taking him out to dinner and from there we would go bar hopping for drinks and dancing. Then we would go back to his place for an evening of excitement. All day I prepared for the evenings events. As I took a shower I thought tonight would be perfect. I felt my body tingle with anticipation.

The water was cascading down my body as I lathered up my hands to run across my nipples. They were already starting to get hard at the thoughts of dancing close to Brad feeling his cock pressed up to me knowing how eager he was to get me home to ravish my body. My hands worked their way down between my legs, my finger brushing up against my clit, chills moved up and down my body. I reached for my razor so that I could be cleanly shaven, as I know Brad likes this very much. I notice that my pussy was starting to get moist. 

With my pussy freshly shaved I lathered the rest of my body making sure each inch was clean and fresh. I stepped out of the shower and gently dried my body off. As I rubbed the towel across and down my body I thought of Brad and what this night held. I noticed the tingling in my pussy had not subsided. 

After spraying Brad's favorite perfume onto my body I put on my pair of blue g-strings, the ones with the heart holding the tiny straps together. Brad loves seeing a woman in very short skirts and tight tops so after I put my black fish net stockings on I slowly stepped into his favorite skirt that stops just below my tight ass. The top I chose for the night show cleavage, see I wanted to make sure I teased him all night long. I decided not to wear a bra so that he would see my hard perky nipples through the silk fabric. 

Once ready I called Brad to see if he was home but received no answer, so I decided to drive up to his place and meet him there. I waited out side his house for a while when finally he came down, he said to me "I am sorry but I have already eaten." I was a little upset with this but thought hey we still have the rest of the night. We walked into the bar that was right next to his apartment for our first of many drinks. I noticed his eyes roam up and down my body and a smile come to his face. 

As we walked in I noticed a very sexy blonde woman come up to Brad. I could not hear exactly what they were saying but that was ok. I took the time to look the woman up and down. The first thing I noticed about her was her large chest. I have enjoyed a woman's body always look when I have the opportunity. My eyes then moved down the rest of her body. She had a very nice firm ass on her that was attached to very sleek firm legs. I felt that familiar ache return to my pussy all of the sudden I was brought back to reality.

Brad introduced her as Carry and as she started to walk away he informed me that she was a very good friend of his. I just nodded and walked up to the bar to order my first captain and coke. Brad looked at me and I could tell he had lust in his eyes but was torn for some reason. He told me he would be back in a few minutes and left. I noticed several guys looking at me, wanting me but knowing they could not have me. Deciding to be naughty I decided to tease the guys around me by spreading my legs slightly showing part of my g-string.

After several minutes I looked across the room and noticed Brad and Carry out on the dance floor, I thought the nerve of him to come with me and dance with her. They were dancing so close, her breast touching him, pressing into him; I looked toward his crotch and noticed the tightness of his jeans. I ordered another drink as well as a shot to calm my aggravation.

A while later I saw him say something to Carry as he walked to the bathroom, I took the opportunity to talk to her. "Carry, Brad and I have been seeing each other for over a month now and I would like to have him back. I have a big night planned for him." Carry had a look of shock on her face, one that you could not fake "Brad and I have been seeing each other for 3 months now." We were both speechless for a few minutes. "Are you going to stay with him Carry?" "Not a chance now that I know he is a no good cheating man."

With Brad still gone I asked her if she had ever been involved with another woman, she gave me a look that gave me all the answer I needed then she looked me up and down and smiled. I said well I have an idea if you are willing to go through with it, I quietly whispered it in her ear as I gently brushed up against her body. Through her silk shirt I felt her nipples harden as I told her the plan. Just then Brad came walking back up to us.

Brad had a puzzled look on his face, wondering if he had been caught. Carry and I agreed not to let on. "I was just getting to know your friend here, why don't we grab the captain from my car and go to your place honey?" With that Brad led the way, I took the opportunity to brush my hand against Carry's tight ass, and the heat grew between my legs.

Upstairs I poured our drinks, putting our plan into action. Brad was sitting on the bed with a smirk and knowing him, he was thinking how lucky he was. As I walked passed Carry I purposely bumped into her and spilled the drink on the both of us. Brad decided he would be slick and suggested we take our tops off to dry. We looked at each other winked then looked at Brad.

First we want you to do something for us Brad, please get undressed, move to the head of the bed and get comfortable. As he did this both Carry and I proceeded to tie him to the bed. He tried asking what we were doing but we would not answer. "Carry are you ready for some payback?" "With the way you look I am very ready." A look of puzzlement went through Brads eyes.

I walked over to Carry and slowly started to unbutton her tight top each button releasing her firm large breasts. I paused as I cupped each in my hand squeezing them gently then outlining her very hard nipples. I could see the look of lust in her eyes so I stopped fondling and freed her. My mouth went to her nipple, gently blowing warm breath making them stand up even more. My hands roaming her body reaching her skirt. I slowly start to unbutton her skirt as I glance at Brad. He looked as if he were in shock.

Carry slowly undressed me as I continued to suck on her nipples, gently biting them making her moan softly. I felt as if I could not get enough of her body she was so sexy. My hands moving up and down her now naked body, finally finding that hot wet cave I so wanted to taste. I slowly remove my lips from her breasts as I push her towards the bed. Brad thinking he will finally get to play lets out a growl. "You just sit there and watch.

"You're not the only one going to give some attention, bring that sweet pussy up to my face baby." That was all I needed to hear I moved to the bed and climb on top of her, now in the 69 position. I moved my hand to her hot pussy rubbing slowly while finding her clit. I start to moan as she fingered my pussy. I rubbed her clit as I lower my lips to the prize. My tongue teasing her clit as it moves back and forth from her clit to her slit. "Mmmm baby you taste so sweet I could do this forever." As my tongue concentrated on her clit my fingers move slowly to her lips and gently found her wet hot hole. Inserting my fingers I slowly fucked her as I sucked and licked her clit.

Moans came from Carry as her hips moved back and forth. I increased my speed wanting, no needing her to cum. I wanted to cum with her and I was already very close. I attacked her clit with the speed of my fingers moaning forgetting we had an audience. Mmmmm her lovely sex juice flowed as we both began to cum.

I removed my self sadly from Carry and gave her a look; she seemed to know what I was thinking because as I was reaching for her still hot pussy, she reached for mine. Wetting our fingers we moved to Brad and gave him a taste. He moaned and asked for more. "No we don't think so you have had enough." Carry and I giggled. 

We embraced each other and passionately kissed. Our tongues meeting each other, so hungry for each other, wanting more and we both knew more would come. I looked over at Brad "by the way buddy your jig is up we know about the lie you have been hiding. As of now we are through with you." Carry and I stood up, Carry suggested we continue on to her place. I agreed but remembered Brad was still sitting there tied up. "What about him?" "Don't worry on our way out we will have one of his friends come up and untie him. Laughing we looked at him, shock on his face he was speechless. We walked out the door and never looked back. 



Sweet Revenge



College night was nothing but a waste of recycled oxygen. In every corner you'd find people buried and digging, bodies dry humped against walls and young ladies half naked being the biggest teases this small town has ever seen. So needless to say I was rather hesitant to answer when Becki wanted to go. I love Becki, don't get me wrong; we've been friends since before I can really even remember, probably the third grade, but we are just far far opposites. Becki's got redish auburn curly hair and mines just ratty and brown. Her hair is thick but not too thick while mine has this nappy way of never laying down. There are days when I can fix it, which luckily for me, is often enough [not to mention today]... But Becki can just roll out of bed, put sweats on and look fantastic. Maybe she's not as lucky as I think, maybe I'm just jealous?

"Briana, it's not going to kill you to come out with me," even her voice was cute on the phone.

"It could quite easily kill me. I could end up somewhere in the moshpit where everyone's doing the nasty, and get hit in my head and go to the hospital with a terrible concussion and next thing you know, you're staring at an open casket with my horribly makeup'd face not looking back at you."

"Oh my good God, you are one demented fucker!"

"Thank you."

"I'll pick you up around 9?"

"Make it 9:30ish because I'll have to fix my hair and I don't get off work til around 8."

"Kay, it's set. Bye sweetie!"

"Bye Beck."

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When I walked through the doors it made me nauseous on sight. Just as I predicted, a fucking sweatshop with insecure little girls running rampant and advantage taking assholes against walls or on the prowl. I wish I wasn't so observant because I wouldn't have seen him. I would have completely avoided the biggest mistake of my potentially young life, but yet I didn't, I knew he'd be there.

"Hey Bri!" He stopped dead cold in his tracks when he saw me and ran up to me like a gay guy waiting for a huge hug and maybe even a kiss on the cheek? I was seriously sickened.

"Hi Alex."

"That's it, that's all I get? After all we've been through?"

"Yeah, well, what can I say Alex, we went through a lot I didn't really appreciate?"

"Oh shut up, the sex was wonderful."

"Wonderful? I wouldn't category it as that. Good? Yes. Wonderful? Not quite," I said making my way up to the bar. A wonderful mixed drink was made here by the name of 'Jen,' & I had every intention of getting a few, especially after a couple of Long Islands.

"What's with the shot below the belt?"

"What's with fucking my best friend while we were 'together'?"

"Ohhh, that's what this is about? You still aren't over that?"

"Nope, in fact I'm a little more bitter than I used to be."

"Well congratulations, you are offically the biggest grudge-holding bitch I've ever met."

"Why don't you say that to my face?"

"I might throw my back out bending over."

"Alex I've heard that a few times, coming from you nonetheless, and amazingly it still doesn't hurt my feelings. I'm pretty sure I've been short all my life. At least I'm not freakishly tall. Or maybe I'm not that short, maybe you're just far too tall."

I grabbed my drink and went into "the pit" to find Becki.

"Well maybe you should go get back onto that scale! I don't think that drink is quite right for weight watchers you fucking bitch!" Alex called out from the bar.

I used to be bigger. Maybe not horribly huge, but I was about 200lbs when I last weighed myself. I'm not ashamed of it, maybe a little insecure, but embarassed? Definitely not. I won't lie, that was somewhat of a stab to the back of my heart because he was one of the only people whom I took the time out to explain things to.

"Where were you for that?" I asked Becki once I found her, grinding heavily against this nerdy looking kid with amazing muscles.

"For what?" She asked leaning away from him a bit. Nerdboy pulled her back in and she giggled, sighing into his ear to master the passion that was her.

"I had a run-in with Alex!" I called out over the music.

"Alex?" She asked with a confused look on her face. All I did was raise was eyebrow after rolling my eyes a bit. "Ohhhh, Alex! How is that kid?"

"A bigger prick than before," I shouted.

"Is that humanly possible?" She asked as she clutched her ass against his jeans a bit harder.

"Apparently so."

"Well go dance lady, 22 won't last forever. Eventually you'll be leatherbound with wrinkles all over, nab one now. Jesus you need to get laid. When was the last time?"

"About a year ago..." I trailed off trying not to look at her face. She leaned forward and grabbed my head and gave me a disapproving stare. "Okay fine, a couple years, but it's not like sex is the only thing that keeps people going."

"In this town it is."

She was right.

I attempted to make my way to the outskirts of college night's finest, hoping to find a normal person who hated this as much as I did.

"Woahhhh Alexxx! Damn you grew up!" I heard the shreiking voice coming from somewhere behind me, muffling into the music, but not enough.

"Yeah, tell me about it. I do a few pushups now and then, check this out." I could only imagine what he was doing. Probably lifting the sleeve of his tight shirt up just bit in order to puff up women magnent, his "babies," as he liked to refer to them as.


"Wow!! How have you..."

Between my fervent pace and the thickness of the music it all rushed into nothing. I went back to the bar instead of searching for someone, I wasn't in the mood for someone anymore. I was in the mood for a shot, maybe even two of them.

"What'll you have deary?" The bartender was cute but looked really aggressive.

"Um just give me a shot of something, don't tell me what it is or what I'm paying for yet, just start a tab and find me when the night ends, I'll be the drunken idiot in the middle of the dance floor shoveling out money to anyone who walks by."

"A shot? Coming right up. Just do me a favor and don't get too drunk, I don't want to kick you out of here." He flashed a quick smile and I smiled back, hoping a tiny glass was going to appear before me. And what do you know it did!

After three shots, another Long Island and one lovely done Jen, the bartender, Steven and myself were becoming life long friends.

"I just don't understand! I mean I didn't do anything wrong to him, I cared about him, I, no you have to listen to this! I liked him so much and Ali was my best friend andddd, haha why aren't you listening? Ali was my best friend and he fucked her, in my bed."

"Any man like that is a tramp Briana, and I wouldn't look at him twice. You need a man, not a child."

"Agreed!" A strange voice and body heat was making its way in my direction. I turned to my right to see a rather lovely looking young man sitting next to me.

"Chip," he said, offering me his hand, "McGyver."

"HIIIIIIIIII!" I whined, putting my hand in his.

Steven leaned over the bar, "She's Briana Keys."

"Thanks man, I can take it from here."

I could faintly hear Alex in the crowd, he always was a loud mouth.

"So Briana Keys, wanna stop spinning long enough to have a quick fuck?"

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah, I seen you eye-balling me from a distance. I mean don't get me wrong, I know my money catches a lot of eyes, but that's not the eye you were giving me. So how bout it?"

I started laughing, I'm not sure when but I heard it crackling off my tongue. My new friend Chip chuckled a few times, not sure whether or not what he said was funny.

"Uhhhm, if you honestly think that I'm that kind of girl you're craz-" Then I felt it. I felt the vomit climbing up my throat. I knew I shouldn't have had that third shot, or that grilled chicken salad.

"Are you gonna hurl? Cause if you are I need to know, you can't spew on my shoes dude."

"Yeah dude, I think I might." I managed to geek out.

He helped me towards the bathroom making sure my mouth was aimed far away from him. Still Alex's voice was in the distance, maybe a bit closer now, but there, and in a sense it was comforting, but in another it was even more sickening.

"I can take it from here." I growled at him, pushing my way into the bathroom, pink stelletos in hand.

"I'm sure you can, you're a big girl, you can probably take a lot. How about you try nine inches out?"

I could only stare at him. Disbelief was running through my veins. Nine inches? Was this kid seriously trying to tell me his dick was nine inches? I mean, Al was definitely up there, but not nine inches. And disbelief again. Where does this kid get off talking to me like this? I didn't even want to be here. Becki dragged me along and I offically hated her for that. Where was Becki?

The feeling to throw up subsided and Alex's voice was still close and I knew it, only his voice was silent and I could just faintly feel is presence. Chip pulled out a mint and placed it in my mouth, I sucked on the mint before he took his hand out. I knew this was probably some sort of mechanism for him to test whether my head would be good enough to fit his needs later on in the night. 

"Mmmm, yum!" I shouted, feeling much better now that I could breathe. "Must've been the smoke," I said.

Chippy gave me the craziest look. "The smoke must've made me sick, that's all."

I rested there against the bathroom wall, his pelvis glued to mine, when the echoing of Fergie came on.

"Oh my God this is my SONGG! Let's go dance!" I shouted in the empty bathroom.

"Let's do a different dance." He said, stroking my hair and pulling it away from my neck.

"No really, this is a good song-" our lips melted together long enough for me to shut up.

"This is a good dance." He muttered.

He pulled at the string on my top, hoping that easy access was going down tonight, but it wasn't. I pushed my hand up as my head rushed with anticipation, anxiety and alcohol. I wasn't about to do the dirty with this kid, or was I?

He pushed my hand out of the way and held both of them behind my back against the wall. He pulled harder on the string and my top came undone. Chip stripped it off me as I kissed against him harder.

"Mmm, you taste like minty sugar."

"Whatever," I said grinding my wetness into his crotch.

He pulled my bra off and began to unzip my pants when a yellow flag shot up through my veins.

"Noo, we can't be doing this." I said in a quick giggle hoping he wouldn't take it personally.

"Sure we can," he said pulling down at my zipper a bit more.

"No really I can't be-"

"Okay," he said and I felt relieved, "you can do it to me and then I'll do it to you."

"That's not what I was saying," I said starting to get a bit confused and even flustered.

Chip either didn't listen to me, or he didn't care. He pulled his jeans down far enough that the hair on his legs were visible. His dick flopped out as his briefs made their way towards his jeans.

I shook my head violently at him, making sure he seen me. I bent over to pick up my bra and shirt and he grabbed my head and pushed it against his dick.

"No, I said no, I don't want this right here, right now, or at all really."

"But you and the lovely Becki were talking quite loudly about your last sexual encounter and how long ago it's been, I'm not stupid, I knew you wanted me. Now go on, suck me."

"No, I'm okay."

"This is much easier when you cooperate." He said, shoving my head towards the head of his cock.

"This is much easier when you leave me the fuck alone!" I said, my voice starting to quiver and get loud.

"Don't be such a bitch, it isn't like I've got aids or something. Now go on and let's just get this done."

"Get this done?" I asked in shock of how immoral and disgusting this all was.

Just then he choked me with his dick. Nine inches my ass. More like seven, if that. I didn't like it, but he was standing there over me, threatening me, so I sucked.

I started to bite down out of habit, not some horrible biting or anything, but I was bawling by now and trembling so hard I couldn't help it. The mascara was stinging my eyes more and more with every second that he tightened his grip on my head.

"Fuck bitch!" Chip shouted, "Watch what you're doing down there."

I couldn't tell you how because it all happened so fast, but the door swung open and Alex stood there looking down at me. He looked confused & a little hurt.

"Sorry to interrupt."

"Yeah, you should be." Chip said.

I started to sob a little bit hoping Alex would be able to catch what was going on.

"Jesus Christ you cannot give head can you? Stupid cunt, what else can't you do?"

BLOW.

One hit to the face after another. I just leaned back, holding myself against the wall, hoping that maybe my clothes would figure their way back to my body.

Chip started crying like a little baby.

"Maybe next time you don't fuck with a good girl. There are plenty of sluts out on that dance floor, in fact I could probably introduce you to a few of them. For that matter, I could even point out which ones give great head, but instead you had to go picking on Bri, so you paid for it. We're straight now."

He picked me up off the ground and helped me out of the stall, staring straight ahead of him the entire time. He pulled off his polo and put it on over my head, still not looking at me. He picked up my clothes from Chips feet. Chip spat at him and missed. I don't know what he did back, but I imagine it had to do with his balls because Chip started sobing and moaning a mess of things within an instant.

I was rushed outside, mascara plastered to my face. Out of the corner of my eye I seen Alex nodding at Steven and Steven nodded back, jumping out of the bar and headed towards the bathroom.

My mind started rushing. Where was Becki? Where was her car? Did she park anywhere near here? Why couldn't I remember any of this? Probably because she dropped me off at the door so I could grab some drinks.

"Yeah, I'm on the corner of Fourth and Main, yeah Pouly's. Okay, how long? Ten minutes? Alright thanks."

"You didn't have to call me a cab, I can handle myself."

Still no eye contact.

"Who said it was for you?" He asked, staring into indefinate space.

"Well I just figured..." I felt like an idiot. "Thank you- for what you did in there I mean, it was nice that you'd do that for me."

"It wasn't because it was you Bri, if any girl were in there I would do the same. No girl deserves to be hurt like that."

"Oh," I said pulling his polo into my chest harder.

We sat there in silence for about fifteen minutes when the cab finally showed up. He ushered me in and I assumed that would be the end of it, but he followed in after me.

He gave the driver the directions to his house and called Becki to tell her that I had left with him. I could hear her screaming into the reciever with shouts of bloodshot passion. "Nah seriously, she's fine. No I didn't put anything in her. What the fuck are you talking about? Seriously she's fine I just wanted to- Wow, Jesus Christ save you, I'm not trying to do anything with her, I saved her from that you disrespectful jerk now let it alone I'll make sure she calls you in the morning."

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"The only thing that's changed since you last seen the place is I'm in Tony's room now because I no longer have or need a room mate."

"Alright thanks."

"There are some towels in the closet in the bathroom, you can borrow a shirt from me if you need to, and I'll put some Tylenol by your bed for tomorrow morning."

"Thank-"

"Yeah, just make yourself at home."

I didn't want to borrow another shirt from him but I absolutely had to take a shower. I scrubbed every inch of my dirty body and then pulled my colapsable toothbrush out of my purse. I made my way into his bedroom with a towel wrapped tightly around my chest.

"Are you sure this is all okay?" I asked, stumbling over myself, a little bit drunker than I figured I was.

"It's fine," he said, pulling a purple shirt out of the closet.

"Purple?" I laughed.

"It's actually yours, you picked it out remember? You gave it to me for a birthday present when I turned 22."

"That was a while ago, I can't believe you remember that."

He was looking at me now, but not looking at me, more like looking in my direction.

I wobbled into the new 'guest room' and pulled the shirt on over my head, and put my boyshorts back on and slammed into the bed.

I woke up at around 4 in the morning, struggling to remember what had happened. I looked over to the left to see a bottle of Tylenol and it all came back to me. I took a few of the pills before I realized there was an awful storm going on.

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"Alex. Alex, wake up. Hey, hey, hey!"

"What's up?" He said, rolling over as if he hadn't been asleep at all.

I was sitting on the edge of his queen size bed, shaking what I thought to be his arm but was apparently his stomach. He pulled the covers off of him and stretched his arms out in a loud yawn.

"I'm sorry for everything."

"Don't be, seriously, we're fine and you don't need to apologize for anything."

"Can I at least thank you for what you did?"

"Don't do that either."

"Why won't you just let me? I feel terrible doesn't that mean anything to you? Has it ever meant anything to you?"

"Jesus Bri of course it did. You meant a lot to me. You just, weren't my type back then. And I tried to get at you tonight," he scratched his head and glanced at the clock, "last night. But you wouldn't have it and it made me feel terrible. I shouldn't have disrespected you the way I did and if anyone should be sorry it's me. I just don't have the guts to tell you, so instead I beat some guy's ass and brought you here. So if you don't mind I'm trying to sleep and I can't stand the idea of us arguing again."

I laughed so hard at that moment, "The king of arguments doesn't want to get dirty with me? Are you joking me right now? C'mon Al, get into it with me, say something mean!"

He sat up and was offically in defensive mode, "Well... you shouldn't wear make up anymore because when you cry it makes you look awful and I just wanted to kick the shit out of that kid more. Now let me sleep."

"That wasn't mean, it was almost sweet. Although I thought I was handling things, I could've gotten out of there if I'd have wanted to."

"Could've fooled me."

He rolled over to face me, then lifted the covers. I dove into them, pushing myself against his chest again.

"I didn't mean what I said to you earlier Alex."

"I know you didn't."

"I mean, you are freakishly tall but I'm still short."

He laughed at my attempt to joke. He laughed so hard he ended up kissing me.

His lips pushed hard into mine. My legs wrapped their way into his and I pulled myself closer to him. I missed this, I missed him.

He wrapped his arms around my back and ran one hand up through my curling wet hair.

"I missed you," he said in breaths.

I rolled him over and sat on top of him, placing his hands above his head and kissed my way towards his neck. His pelvis was pressing into me. Two layers, I thought. Two layers and I'll break my 2 year streak. So I stopped kissing and started to sway my hips. Up and down, side to side, in circles, and finally I could feel his dick rising harder towards me. I leaned back and pulled my shirt off over my head.

"Ohhh baby," he said, his hands already kneading me. Rubbing my nipples against the palm of his hand, getting them hard and warm. 

I started to kiss him again when he pulled me back up. "Hold on, let me admire this. I haven't been with you since you lost all that weight and I want to look at a job well done." He shot me a smile. "Seriously Briana, you should be proud of what you did for yourself."

I was. I showed him that by making my way down his stomach with soft kisses and giggles.




Sweet Revenge



His boxers were two shades of green and blue plaid. I laughed at him as I started to pull them down.

"What, Alex finest baby, I've got the clothes thing down."

His dick popped out of boxers as I pulled them the rest of the way down, then off. There he was, in all his eight and a half inch glory. Out of all the things I missed from him, this was one of my favorites. I placed my lips around his head and felt him firm against my mouth. I started to push my head down a bit, and pulled my hands up his shaft at the same time.

Alex let out a soft moan from his equally soft lips. He pulled at my hair just a tiny bit in order to get it out of my face, to help him with the perfect view. "Oooh Bri, baby, you were always the best at this." I nibbled at him and kept working my tongue. I started to invision his cock as a melting ice cream cone, swirling my tongue from all different angles trying to keep all the cream at the top.

"May I?" He asked sitting up.

"Yes, please," I panted.

I started to turn my body and he helped me straddle his face.

"Could you be any wetter?"

"Would you like to find out?"

He groaned as he dug into me. The stuble on his chin was scraping against my clit as he tongued inside me. Suddenly I felt two fingers probe into me as his tongue worked my clit. I stopped sucking him off and moaned, loudly, arching my back and rocking my hips.

"You like that?" He laughed from underneath me.

"No, please stop. Duh I like that."

Then another finger plunged into my wet hole, sending emotions flying off the handle. His tongue rapidly worked thoroughly against me, pushing my little button again and again until I couldn't take it anymore.

"Fuck me!" I shouted.

"Well, well, little miss manners-"

"AHH! Please fuck me."

"Yes ma'am."

Alex flipped me over without a care in the world and lined his dick up with my went cunt.

"Are you ready?" He asked, placing the head of his dick against me.

I could feel my muscles clenching with need. "Oh yeah I'm rea-"

I didn't even finish my sentence when he dove into me. His hot thick dick rubbing against every wall. He pulled out slowly and jutted back in. His body quickened into rabbit fucking. I could feel his balls slapping heavy against my throbbing clit.

I began to whimper as I felt my orgasm coming on.

"Oh, Alex baby, the sex was always - uhhh - wonderful."

"I know," he said in a hot panting voice.

He pulled out right before I was reaching my peak.

"What exactly are you doing?" I asked as I watched him get off the bed.

"Can I record this?"

"Can you do what?"

"May I record this action so later on in life I can watch and remember and of course jack off."

"Why do you have to ruin the cute moments?"

"Why do you have to ruin the hot moments?"

Typical man.

After about ten minutes of playing with myself, waiting for him to figure out & set up the camera, Alex reappeared at the bottom of my legs, spreading them apart and staring down at me.

Then he did something he's never done before, he started thrusting in circles. His dick slammed hard and fast against so many walls in my body, walls I didn't think I had. All 8 &ahalf inches pounded into me, leaving my body sweaty and sticky.

"Oh Alex, oh fuck me, oh my goddd."

"Yeah?" He begged.

"Fuck yeah." I groaned.

I could feel the rough of his dick rubbing against my clit and it sent me off the edge. I clenched every muscle in my lower body, sending pressure and tightening sensations through his body. He grabbed me by the hands and pulled me up, laying himself agaisnt the bed, all in one swift motion I started to rock against his body. I too circled on top of his cock as he began his load, shooting quick hot cum into my body. I pulled myself off his dick and pounded harder. Lifting up and falling back down, again and again, building up to my orgasm and ignoring his own. His dick stayed hard as I fucked him harder.

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"So, why didn't you call me earlier this morning? Alex told me you'd call when you wake up."

"I am."



Sweet Revenge



Susan and Claire cheerfully walked in. School was out, It was weekend and their parents were on a business trip to Taiwan for three weeks. It would just be the two of them and the housekeeper. And she wouldn't be a problem cause she only came for a few hours a day when they would be at school during the week.

Susan kicked off her shoes, jumped on the couch and lied down. After stretching a bit, she removed the tie of her school uniform and opened a few buttons of her shirt. School had been so boring, she almost wished for a fire or something like that. Just to liven things up a bit. But nothing out of the ordinary happened.

Susan looked at her sister. Claire may have been one year younger but you could hardly tell. A lot of people would think they were twins. But then again, they did have several of the same features. Same hair color, same eyes, same luscious lips, same figure, same cup size. Yet, there were also a lot of differences.

For instance, Susan, who was 19 (and a complete goth chick), had cut her hair short and a bit spiky while Claire, who was 18 (and a total prep girl), kept her hair long and in a ponytail. Susan would enjoy kick boxing, raves and rock concerts while Claire preferred, ballet, playing the violin and going horseback riding.

Susan caught herself gazing at her sister. How her legs were running up to vanish in that skirt, how her large tits were imprisoned in that shirt. Oh, how she wanted to release them. She had discovered her lesbianism at the age of 13 and came out public at the age of 14. Her dad was proud (that his daughter would not get pregnant by the people she dated) but her mom was furious. But as time went by her mom became more and more understanding. Her last girlfriend was even allowed to come to the house.

"Oh god!" She thought to herself. "I can't think like this, she's my sister, there are laws against this." She couldn't want this. Besides, Claire had a boyfriend, some rich guy named Rick Thompson, and even though he was a complete jerk, Susan respected her sister's decision.

Suddenly Claire released her hair band and shook her head so her hairs would just fall around her face.

"Fuck, this is so wrong." Susan though when she felt a wet spot in her panties growing larger and larger. She daydreamed about how she would lick Claire's pussy, bite her nipples and...

"Would you like a drink sis?" Claire asked with a small smile.

Susan was thrown out of her dream and asked for a vodka. She needed something strong.

Claire shrugged and just did what she was told. After a few minutes she returned with a Pepsi for herself and a vodka for her sister.

"Thanks." Susan grabbed the glass and drank it empty. After that she immediately ran upstairs. She needed some "quality time" with herself.

She quickly closed the door, lit some candles and put on some music. She sat down on her bed, opened up her shirt completely and removed her bra. She was so hot. She's had dozens of girls over the years, cheerleaders, goth chicks, nerdy girls, white, black, Asian, Latina, but never the one she wanted the most. Her own little sister. She quickly started rubbing her tits and panties. She was dreaming of her sister, licking her nipples and fingering her pussy, she was so hot she became oblivious to the world around her. She also felt herself getting more and more exhausted. Never had she worn herself out that fast. But suddenly she heard her door open, she looked beside her and saw Claire walking in.

Claire seemed nonchalant about seeing her sister in this position and bended over right before giving her older sister a soft kiss on her lips. That's when Susan fell asleep.

She was dreaming about flying naked over a field of flowers that looked just like her sister, she landed and picked several flowers, but they had large thorns and she hurt herself pretty bad. Suddenly she saw a storm cloud arriving at the horizon which quickly sent a lightning bolt towards her.

"WAKE UP BITCH!!!!" Susan opened her eyes just in time to feel a hand smack her across the face.

She felt a stinging pain on her cheek, as her eyes started to focus she could see two figures standing at her bed. After a few seconds she recognized them. Claire ..., and Rick!!! Both of them were looking at her while smiling. Susan quickly noticed that although she was still in uniform her panties were removed and her hands and legs were bound to her own bed.

" How, when? She murmured.

" Did you enjoy the vodka? Claire asked with a mischievous smile.

" You drugged me? Why? Claire asked while tears started rolling over her cheeks.

" Cause I told her too, you fucking Dyke. Rick said in a victorious tone.

" Why, what have I ever done to you? She asked with a trembling voice.

" Does the name Amanda Williams ring a bell? He asked with an angry voice.

" Yes, she was my last girlfriend. Susan said.

" Mine too, you stupid bitch. She left me for you." Rick was seething with anger as he spoke those words. " And even though I have your sister now. I still want revenge. And Claire decided to help me with this." 

" YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS, BOTH OF YOU!!!" Susan yelled, her voice trembling from anger and tears.

Rick slapped her hard across the face once more. " Claire, go downstairs. I doubt you want to see this." 

Claire did what she was told and went downstairs. Before she walked out the door she looked at her sister and said two words that were carved in Susan's mind forever. " Have fun." 

Rick quickly removed his clothes, his cock was large and fully erect. He smiled evilly before he positioned himself over Susan. She cried as he positioned his cock at her pussy and slammed it in her. He fucked her as hard and as painful as he could. He bit her nipples until they bled and laughed menacingly, almost victorious.

Susan started yanking the ropes, she could feel how they hurt her wrists but her right arm was slipping out of it. She bit her lips from the pain of the rope but she had to do this. Her timing had to be perfect.

Rick quickly started to piston her. His pace was quickening. She knew he was about to cum in her. He started to moan really loud, she felt his cum already starting to drip in her pussy. She had to move fast.

" Oh, you fucking cunt, I'm gonna cum bitch. I'm gonna cum in your pussy." Rick yelled victorious.

" No, you're not." Susan proclaimed as she dragged her hand out of her bonds and punched her violator right in his face.

Rick fell of the bed while his semen flew out of his cock. Susan quickly untied the ropes that bound her while Rick stood up and tried to punch her. But Susan was quicker and kept on punching him and making him walk back until she knocked him out cold. She quickly tied him down using the same ropes that had bound her and started to dress herself again. She knew what she had to do now.

As she sneaked downstairs through the kitchen, she grabbed a knife. She walked to the living room where she saw Claire masturbating. Her own sister was playing with herself while she got raped. Susan wanted revenge. Claire was masturbating so intensely she was completely oblivious to the world. Unaware that her sister was walking towards her, with a knife. Completely relaxed until she felt the cold blade against her throat.

" What's the matter bitch? Continue for me. I wouldn't want to hurt you." Susan was smiling mischievously at her sister.

" Where's Rick?" Claire asked nervously.

" He's upstairs, for now." 

" What do you mean?" 

" I'm going to call the police, saying that he tried to rape us. If you don't obey me from now on, I'll tell them that he escaped and that I killed him, all in the name of self defense of course".

" You wouldn't." 

" I would. And what's even more, you're going to testify to back up my story. Otherwise I'll tell everyone the truth about your little plan. He's scum anyway. He deserves to go to prison." 

" But, ..." 

" But nothing. You will obey, or I'll tell everyone the truth." 

Claire started sobbing. " Okay, I'll obey you." 

" That's a good girl" 

After Susan called the police they took rick to the station and charged him with double intended rape. Even though Rick testified against Claire, it was two against one so Claire was in the clear. Or was she?

As soon as Susan and Claire were home again things were tense. You could almost cut it with a knife. Susan knew what she wanted and she wanted it now. She walked over to Claire and started kissing her. Claire hesitated but eventually she started to like what her sister was doing to her.

She enjoyed Susan's hands rubbing over her body, how she removed both of their clothes so quickly. Susan grabbed Claire's hand and took her to her room. Once there, Susan positioned herself on the bed while Claire started licking her pussy. Claire was now under Susan's complete control. She was a slave to her Sister's lust. She would obey or the truth would come out. Yet somehow, she didn't mind. Her sister, even as her mistress, made her feel better than any guy ever had. Susan quickly crawled over Claire and positioned herself in position 69 and soon they made each other climax. But Susan was far from finished. She walked towards her wardrobe and pulled out a large triple unit strapon. It had one vibe for the fucker and 2 for the fucked. Susan quickly put it on and made Claire give her strapon a blowjob. After several minutes she pulled it out of Claire's mouth and positioned herself behind her sister. She started fucking her pussy and ass at the same time and after only a few minutes Susan and Claire climaxed together once again. 

"Did I do good, mistress?" Claire asked quietly.

"Yes. You did very good, my little pet." Susan said.

At this point they were both exhausted and fell asleep in each other's arms. It was the first time they had done this but it wouldn't be the last time. After all, they still had 3 weeks of alone time.

THE END?



Sweet Revenge



I sat in the quiet bar enjoying my victory; I was on my third scotch when a redhead sat down next to me. She ordered a drink and when I offered to pay, she smiled and gave me a nod. We clinked glasses and then she said,

"You certainly seem to be celebrating tonight, mind if I ask what?"

"I just had a case against me thrown out of court today and that makes me very happy."

She congratulated me and then we drank in silence for a while. When we both said something at the same time, she laughed and said for me to go first.

"The reason I'm so happy is that I should have lost the case but due to a technicality I won. Believe me it is so much more rewarding that way." I snickered, "Yeah, girl named Doreen sued me just because I fired her for being so fat."

It was my forth drink that did me in as I noticed the room spinning and when the redhead asked if I was OK I told her no. She offered to take me home, I just nodded my head and let her lead me out of the bar. 

I woke up in a dark room and soon found out my arms and legs were chained to a bed. My head was pounding and I felt as if I was dying of thirst but I was too weak even to shout for help. Someone came in the room and when they turned the light on over my head, it blinded me so I was unable to see whom it was.

"Well Mr. Jarvis you may have gotten out of paying me any money, but I'll guarantee by the time I'm through with you the money will have seemed like a bargain."

As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could now see it was Doreen and the woman was dressed only in her underwear. That was when I noticed that I was naked. She came around next to my head,

"We're going to start with a little game."

She then climbed up on the bed and then sat on my chest, my head between her large thighs.

"I'm going to sit on your face and cut off all your air, the only way I'll let you breathe is after you make me cum, understand."

Before I could answer, she leaned up and covered my mouth and nose with her panty-clad pussy.

Well there was no way I was going to play her game so I sat there with my mouth shut. This did not seem to bother her as she grabbed me by the hair and began to rub up and down on my face while still managing to shut any oxygen from me. I quickly realized there was nothing I could do but cooperate if I didn't want to suffocate so I opened my mouth and searched for her clit with my tongue. I still couldn't breathe and things were going dark, my head was spinning, yet she still had not orgasmed. In what I'm sure was my last possible second she moaned and lifted herself enough for me to catch a breath.

She sat back down on my chest,

"Hey baby I didn't think you'd make it, you're lucky I cum easy or you'd be dead meat."

She rubbed her hand in my face and then just said, "Let's do it again."

She then sat back on my face. This time I knew she wasn't joking so I started right away doing what I could to coax another cum out of her. Delores' panties were drenched with both my saliva and the juices from her cunt. I found her scent strangely erotic and I was beginning to feel a stirring in my loins. Instead of my becoming hard feeling good, it hurt and I felt somehow confined, was my cock tied up also. This time she came before I ran out of air and when she sat back down on my chest, I asked her about my equipment.

"Oh that, I have you locked up in a cock cage, see I have the key right here around my neck. No my friend, there'll be no hardons for you this weekend."

She reached down and shook whatever I was engaged in and I heard the padlock rattle against the steel.

She got off me and retrieved a device from a side table,

"You made me cum so nice that now you get to fuck me."

I was happy if for no other reason just to get the damn cage off my junk. However, I was wrong, as she strapped a harness around my head. She ordered me to open my mouth, and when I wouldn't she 

Pinched my nose shut until I opened my mouth for air. She shoved half of a two-sided dildoe in and then fastened the straps. Now she took off her panties and when she sat on my face the other side of the dildo went in her cunt. She began to rock back and forth, every time she move forward my nose would rub her clit. I started pushing my mouth deeper into her every time I brushed her clit. We began working as a team faster and faster and when she came, she screamed and I felt satisfied as well. She remained on my face with my head between her massive thighs. We were both covered in sweat and my jaw ached from supporting her bulk but when she moved to get off me, I felt some disappointment. She unhooked the harness from my mouth and pulled the dildoe from my throat, without thinking, I thanked her.

"Don't thank me yet buddy boy you have one more humiliation to go through today."

Delores called in Loraine who I learned later was her lover, she was no longer a redhead but I still recognized her from the bar. It didn't take much deduction to figure that Loraine had drugged my drink and then brought me here to let Delores have her way with me. The two women unhooked the chains around my ankles from the bed and then reconnected them to the head of the bed. I was now lying on my back with my legs in the air and my ass sticking up, and oh, did I know what was coming next. I watched them kiss after they finished trussing me up, it was just so damn erotic and it made my cock ache in its cage.

Loraine walked out of the room but soon returned with a strap on dildoe. I watched her put some kind of oil on it and I just asked her please to be gentle with me, this made them both laugh. Delores got back on my chest but this time she was facing Loraine and this meant when she sat on my face my nose was in her butt crack. Once she settled in on top of me she spread her big cheeks and now my nose was in her rectum. But at last I was able to taste the juices from her cunt. Loraine violated me with abandonment as she forced her way into me with one surge. The pain was immense and I tried to scream but with my airways smothered in Delores it just came out as a moan. She leaned forward enough for me to get a breath of air, I think they were kissing again but then she soon sat back down. Once I got my sphincter to relax a little, Loraine began to fuck my backside.

They continued their assault on me but I have no idea how long. Luckily, Delores was moving around on my face enough that I was able to breathe fairly well. I wished there was some way I could beg them to let me cum but of course, I couldn't even talk let alone be granted favors. Once they finally had their fill of me they left the room arms around each other, turning the light out as they left. 

I lie there in the dark trying to take stock of what was happening to me. I was being used as I've never before felt and yet instead of anger and revenge I was aroused and wanting more. I really felt like a sick fuck but there was no denying it, I was excited.

They both came back later, hand fed me, and that was when I told Delores that I wanted her to come back to work for me. She looked at me in shock but then nodded her head with a knowing smile when I said,

"There is just one condition; I want to come back here, once or twice a month."



Sweet Revenge



I slap my alarm and stretch out in my bed. I feel the cloth rub my bare breasts, tickling my hardened nipples. I reach under the covers and begin to rub my pussy. I feel the moisture build and I moan very quietly. I proceed with my masturbation session until...

"Hey wake up. You naked bitch, you got class so wake the fuck up," I hear my roommate, Jessica say as she barges into my room, ripping the covers off me.

"I heard you. You are so damn annoying in the morning and I'll be fucking naked if I want to," I say to the bitch, pulling my covers back up to cover my exposed body.

"Well I'm gonna shower so don't come looking for me, I don't like being bothered by you and your lesbian ass."

I say, "Fuck you too bitch. I rather be a lesbian than a stupid slut like you." She slams the door and turns the shower on. "What a fucking bitch, I'm gonna play a prank on the stuck-up daddy's girl." I grab my video camera and open the door very slowly. She thinks she's a good singer but it sounds like someone is running over a cat. I pull open the curtain and watch as she lathers the soap on her breasts and pussy. I came in a good time this bitch masturbates every damn morning and she thinks I can't hear her. I record her fisting her pussy and moaning like she usually does. This bitch doesn't even notice me and the camera loves dirty sluts.

I close everything up and get dressed myself. I slide on a mini skirt and put on a tube top. I rush off to my friend, Jenna, who works with the school website. "Hey babe, I got some juicy footage of my bitch of a roommate."

"Ohh, let me see what you have...Oh this is very juicy. I'll stick this onto school website as a spam and we will see how the bitch likes that," she says.

"I love it when you think like an evil genius," I say giving her a kiss. "I'll give you your reward later after this sweet trick embarrasses the bitch." I give her a big ass slap. "I'll see you later."

"Ohh, I'm looking forward to that, my sweet." I leave her and head off to class.

Jessica gets out of the shower and notices that I'm gone, "Thank God that lesbian whore is gone. She smells like scank and slut." She logs on to the school website to look at her emails and sees the computer spam. "Fucking cheap ass wifi," she says and sees the clip of her masturbating in the shower. "What the fuck is this? Who the hell did this? ...It had to have been that lesbian bitch. I am gonna fucking kill her."

Suddenly, someone k nocks on the door and Jessica puts on her towel. "Who is it?" No answer but there is louder knocking. "Who the fuck is it?" No answer and louder knocking so Jessica throws open the door. Its Gina, a close friend of Jessica's from down the hall. 

"Oh very sexy of you. Work by your roommate?" Gina says with a chuckle.

"That bitch is going down; I'll find a way to get back at her."

I walk in ten minutes later to see that the bitch was waiting for me. She says, "Well bitch, you think you got me. You think you pulled a fast one on me. Well guess what I'm gonna get a picture of your panty less ass right now and post it all around campus."

"Wow you thought that plan all out by yourself?" I say. "You can't do shit to me," and run out of the room.

"You bitch," she says and chases me with her towel still on. I laugh so hard and taunt the bitch. "I'm gonna fucking kill you, bitch." This is a no brainer win for me because I do track while she all she does is get her brains fucked out by ten different guys per day.

She chases me throughout the dorm and I make it back to the room first and lock it. "I hope you enjoy being in a towel like that because you ain't coming back in."

"C'mon I'm going to miss class. I can't afford to miss my next class," she says.

"Well how about you give our hall a show and then I'll let you in?" I say. 

"What the fuck? Are you serious? Fuck you and that fucking perverted idea."

"Well, I ain't letting you in till I see you finger fucking yourself."

I watch through my friend's phone as Jessica strips off her towel and began to play with her pussy. I watch the whore play with her pussy, scrapping the walls of her pussy, and pinching her clit. I look to see a mob gathering around her watching the bitch play herself like a guitar. The moaning echoed through the whole hall as she pinched her clit and fisted her pussy. I finally hear her say, "Ohh, yeah," and see the bitch cum all over the hallway.

I open the door and let the whore in. "So how was it?" I say with a wink and I close the door. "Now for the second part," I put my pussy on her face. "Eat me the fuck out." 

"Get the fuck off me. I don't want to eat your dirty cunt."

"Well you are gonna eat it or I'm just gonna rub it all over you," and rub my wet pussy all over her face. I reveal the fact that I was panty less under my skirt. I begin to fuck her nose and feel her trying to throw me off. She finally gives in and eats my pussy. "Hey you're pretty good at this. Mmm, keep eating my pussy, you dirty slut."

She digs her tongue deep into the walls of my pussy and I fell myself get very horny. She continues to lap away at my pussy like a dog drinking water. I pinch my clit and feel my juices burst out of me. "I guess that is your first lesbian experience bitch and my sweet revenge."

She says with a wink, "Thanks for the meal, babe."



Sweet Revenge



He'd chosen to be a Gynecologist right from the very start. He had always been interested in women. More precisely, he had always been interested in naked good looking women. In fact to be really truthful, helpless naked good looking women.

Of course they were far harder to find than he had at first realized. For although there were plenty of women, there were very few really good lookers, most were dogs. Fortunately there were always enough lookers to keep him interested.

As he sat back and mused on the past, one particular woman stood out above all the rest.

Of course, he was always discreet in his pleasure, he was aware of the fine line he trod, one foot out of line, one complaint and he was finished, but somehow it was so easy to satisfy himself, using a bit of cunning. But this particular woman made him push the line as far as was possible, in fact to go right over the top.

It had occurred when he had taken a new position advertised in the medical journal. He had been at a loose end, and the position in a small sleepy town had seemed perfect to get away from the rat race. He had bought an old rambling house and started business.

There had been a burst of pregnancies, which pleased him as he enjoyed keeping his hand in. He smiled at the pun. The clinic was run by himself and a secretary who doubled up as a nurse and general dogsbody. This had worked in his favor; as she could always be kept busy, often leaving him alone with his patients.

It was a Tuesday, when looking at his list of patients and their files, he noticed a Ms Helena Purvis, 25. She had phoned up about sickness and backaches, not to mention a few other symptoms, making it obvious she was in the early stages of pregnancy. She was the last for the morning, leaving a two hour break before the start of the afternoon. What caught his eye was a few days earlier he had read about a charity queen of the same name. There had been a photograph of her wearing a tiny bikini in the local paper. She was stunning, a natural redhead, slim, with beautiful hips, a flat tummy and big boobs!!

Not only that, but two years earlier whilst at Gradwell, he had drunkenly propositioned a women of that name at a posh party. She had been wearing a low cut dress at the time and had caught him, peering down her cleavage. The trouble was, she had told him to go away in no uncertain terms, in fact she had told him to piss off, humiliating him in front of several senior doctors. He had sworn revenge but of course never had the chance. Of course in those days he had longer hair and a beard. He wondered whether she would recognize him. He hoped not.

Over the past few years he had honed his crude fumbling technique to almost perfection. Realizing, that not only did he enjoy the women at the time, but that videoing them during the session added an extra charge. The excitement of knowing he was doing it, was enough to give him an instant erection. He had put a lot of time into preparing his premises, searching very carefully for art objects that would make it possible to conceal small video cameras within them without them being seen. Being an adept handyman, he had also set up the consultation room to satisfy his perversion, which meant by concealing cameras in strategic nooks and crannies he could leave the room but still be filming what went on in his absence, but more of that would become obvious later through the story. Remote cameras were so small and such good quality, he had several tapes filled with quality footage. His pride a joy was a video camera he wore on a head band that look just like a light, and in fact had a light built in. This served as an extra bonus, as he could illuminated close ups of all the more interesting parts of his clients. He had also discreetly found an outlet for his videoed material overseas, far away from the scene of his crime. It was very lucrative for there was a ready market in Africa and India willing to pay good money to watch white women naked and exposed.

Also what a blessing white coats were! He now had acquired a masturbating device that strapped around his body, automatically stroking his cock whilst he examined his patients, of course, only the good looking ones.

The morning drew on, until at last the nurse showed Ms Purvis into the surgery. He stood as she entered. It was the same women. His heart leapt as he waited for her to recognize him.

"Please take a seat," he looked at the file, "er Helena."

"Thank you, you know this is the first time I've ever been to a doctor in my life. I've heard you're new here, and the women I know say you are very thorough.

"Yes, I've just started practice here."

"Have we met before I seem to remember you from somewhere?"

"No, I don't think so; I've been overseas for several years before coming here."

"Oh well, I must be mistaken."

"I'm sure I would have remembered you, if I had. Now what can I do for you."

She proceeded to relate her symptoms to him. As she did, he looked at her taking in her face, her hair which she wore shoulder length was very fine and a deep red. And of course her figure from what he could see was still superb.

"And you say you have missed one period."

"Yes that's right. Am I pregnant?"

"It's a little early to say, but you could be."

He took a deep breath, it was going to have to be convincing, this was a smart cookie and he would have to play it carefully, and use all his skills of persuasion. He realized he would have to approach this case very carefully, as he didn't want to blow it. Also a woman of this calibre would fetch big bickies on the video market.

"Helena, I found from working overseas that it is a good idea to have as complete a picture of the patient as possible. Hopefully we are over those days when patients were just numbers, and to do this I generally insist on a complete and thorough examination from the start. This helps me chart the changes you are going through. I would like to start by giving you a thorough physical and gynecologic examination, and when I mean thorough, I do mean thorough!"

"Are you sure it is absolutely necessary, doctor?"

"Experts overseas have found that complications at a later stage can be avoided by constant monitoring. I don't believe in waiting till the last minute to discover something amiss that could be fixed in the early stages of the pregnancy. Of course you are welcome to find another doctor, but I believe it really is for yours and the baby's good. Have you read anything about symptoms and the checks we do."

"No, I've kind of been busy and besides you doctors are the experts and so I think it best to leave myself entirely in your hands. Certainly what you say makes sense."

His heart took a quick beat, entirely in his hands, how he loved to hear those words. He was always amazed how naive women were about their pregnancies.

"Rest assured, I've researched the best techniques to ensure a safe voyage for you and your baby. Have you got an hour or so? If so can we begin today with the examination?"

"Yes, I suppose that will be alright, you are the doctor, and I'm sure you seen hundreds of women, right."

"That's very true, Helena."

He held his breath, this was the time they either took the hook, or walked away. He waited for just a moment for the bait to be taken.

"Well, I suppose we should get on with it."

He thanked his private gods, this was too easy!

"Right then, I'll just fetch the nurse; she'll tell you what to do."

He had discovered that by using the nurse to reinforce his suggestions, he could perform whatever he wished on the women under his "care". Actually she wasn't even a nurse. She had been a secretary for some time and he indulged her fantasy by letting her do nursing type chores, she loved him for it. Of course it meant she was entirely ignorant of the correct procedure, an added advantage.

It was like magic, this blind faith. He pressed his intercom.

"Come in please Rachel."

He continued to take down some more details, when the nurse entered.

"Rachel please prepare Ms Purvis ready for an examination. I'll just check something in the records."

This was another ploy; remove oneself from the scene, it created an air of detachment in the doctor, making it seem more professional. Or course he was really just going into one of the rooms which was next to the surgery, and part of the private part of his house, of course the nurse was not permitted into his private residence, nor did she expect to go. This room backed onto the wall next to the patients changing area and of course was fitted with a two way mirror of the best quality. Here he could watch his clients undress and decide whether to strap on his vibrator. In this case it was a must! Also this was the control centre for all the cameras which were set up in the room, each with its own video recorder, all he had to do was remotely activate the cameras. 

The presence of the nurse reassured Helena, she found she had a nagging suspicion about knowing the doctor, but of course she was probably mistaken as she had met thousands of men through her job in the advertising industry.

He also had a strange way of looking at her, almost as if he was assessing her, but then she supposed doctors were supposed to do that.

The nurse, a young women smartly dressed in a white uniform collected a gown from a cupboard at the side of the room. 

"Here we are Ms. Purvis, please take off all your clothes, and put on this gown. I'm sure you've seen these before."

She smiled reassuring Helena.

"Please have the opening at the front please. There's a screen over there, please take your time."

She took the gown, which was similar to a standard hospital gown. What she didn't know was that he had spent some time designing these gowns. There were only six special blue ones, these had made at a tailor shop. They were shorter than the standard gown and instead of wrapping around the patient, they only just overlapped, and of course they had no belt, ties or buttons! The only way they could be held together was by the patient holding them. Women with big boobs had trouble making the material meet across their chests which gave me a preview of things to come, by watching their cleavage and their attempts to close the coat together was a real turn on. It was also good for the video, teasing the watchers with a taste every now and then. They were also made from finer material which clung to the women's contours like a silk night-dress. He was careful to use them on first timers. Others on their second pregnancy were too knowledgeable on procedures.

Helena picked up the gown and went behind the screen. There was a chair and to one side a bidet. A long mirror faced the bidet. It was reassuring not to have to strip in front of the nurse, nor the doctor. Although she was good looking, she was also very shy. She even hated having shots taken of her wearing swimming costumes, but after considerable pressure form her rich and influential husband, she had worn them for a good cause. She had only ever revealed herself to her husband and then, only because he was her husband and she obeyed him in everything. Even now she never felt really comfortable undressed under his stare. Coming from a very strict church background she had been taught to obey her husband in all things, and took his desire to clothe her as he pleased as normal, with out question. She did like to please him by only wearing the dresses he bought for her, they were always figure hugging with low cut tops, and some of his dresses did seem very low cut. A few allowed the start of her small aureoles to be just visible above them. He said he liked to see other men trying to avoid looking at her tits. He also had several short dresses made for her, barely reaching below her crutch. Also her underwear was always brief and sexy. He had told her that when he was at work he like to think of her during the day dressed in them. Even though they were very brief especially her panties, he had insisted that she didn't remove her pubic hair, but to keep it neat and tidy, though he did like it removed around her labia and anus. So determined was her husband to clothe her as he saw fit, that he had been made her throw away her sensible underwear, and was only allowed to wear what he had bought her.

"I'll just leave you to it then Ms Purvis."

The nurse's voice cut into her thoughts.

"Thank you."

Behind the mirror, the doctor licked his lips as he watched with anticipation as the woman nervously looked around the area.

Placing the gown on the chair she started to undo her dress, unzipping the back, before pulling it over her head. Dressed only in her slip and skimpy underwear, she hung it neatly over the back of the chair. Next she slid her slip down over her hips and down her long legs. She placed it over her dress.

From behind the mirror the doctor enjoyed the sight of her slowly stripping, suspenders! It was rare that women today wore these garments, preferring tights for the convenience. This added extra spice to the afternoon.

Did she have to take off her stockings and suspenders? Surely not she decided. They were very brief and lacy, just a band around her waist and four straps attached to the tops of her stockings. Her dark stockings contrasted strongly with the top of her pale thighs. Reaching up behind her she unhooked her brief push up half cup brassiere and allowed it to fall off her chest leaving her large breasts free and bare. She shivered, even though the room was quite warm. She slipped the gown on, putting first one arm into the short sleeves, and then the other. Pulling it closed she discovered how little overlap there was. It was impossible to close it around her largish breasts. Were all gowns like this she wondered? They must be, the nurse picked it from a pile in the cupboard at the side of the room. It did seem brief very brief. She went to take off her thong panties, but due to shyness, decided to keep it on. Standing in front of the mirror, the gown just met at her waist, by pulling the gown close the tightness of the material emphasized the swelling of her breasts which pushed the front outwards. Her nipples created small bumps in the thin cloth and could be just seen outlined by the thin material. As she moved, the front opened slightly allowing a brief glimpse of her white frilly g-string panties. She held the front of the gown closed with her hands.

Behind the mirror, the doctor stood with his rigid cock in his hands, loving what he saw, and knowing that within a few minutes he would be able to lay his hands on that beautiful body. He slid the tip of his cock into the masturbator and slid it down his shaft, before strapping it around his body. He pulled up his trousers, closed his gown and rubbing his hands together went to meet the client.

Her nervousness grew. This was also a technique the doctor employed to sharpen the edge of the experience. Keep them waiting helpless, virtually undressed. They willingly welcomed his return.

Helena heard the door handle turn and the voice of the doctor as he spoke to the nurse. She waited, unsure of what to do, when the nurse appeared around the edge of the screen.

"Are you ready Ms Purvis? Yes, well come this way."

She led her out from behind the screen. Helena held the gown closely together as she came out.

He could remember even now the picture of the woman coming from behind the screen. She was stunning, from her red hair, down to her long perfect legs below the blue gown, which he noted were still in stockings. He loved stockings, the feel as he rubbed his hand on them. The tops, where they ended, leaving that lovely piece of naked thigh, the sheer silliness of them made his cock tingle. He had made the gown short enough for the tops of his client's thighs above their stockings to be just visible under the hem. He briefly scanned her up and down careful not to frighten her with his special interest, careful to play the impartial doctor. What he saw higher up certainly whetted his appetite further. The roundness of the material as it stretched across her breasts. The naked cleavage between them, her outlined nipples, lovely, he had to resist the impulse to rub his hands together. Another aspect of her turned him instantly on was her slightly shocked expression.

It all made it just right; he could feel his cock stiffening even more. The masturbator had been designed so his limp cock was held at its entrance, and as it erected it slid into the tight smooth sheath, although in this case his prick was already held tight in the sheath as it throbbed against his lower abdomen. It was activated by pressing a switch on his thigh. It was of course totally silent, but it slid waves of contractions up and down his cock. It was slow and ecstatic. He had bought it in Bangkok and never regretted the price which had seemed exorbitant at the time.

"Right, just a few basic measurements, first weight, just stand on these scales, nurse take down the readings. Good. Now height."

He led her over to the opposite wall where there was a rule screwed to the wall. He had positioned the equipment around the room to force his patients to walk from to one to another, this increased the tension and the of course the video performance.

"Is this really necessary doctor?"

Her voice brought him back to reality.

"Absolutely, Helena, it gives me a base line for the computer to build all your further developments upon."

"Well, I suppose you're right."

This was the good bit, where he started to reap the seeds he had sown and obtain his reward.

"Stand up straight, now hands by your side, face to the front."

As the woman reluctantly let go of the gown to obey his command, the front parted, just enough for him to get a further close up view of her body underneath. The pale whiteness of her body as her breasts thrust out, parting the front of the gown. The sight of the side of each breast, with the nipples covered brought a smile to his face. Of course the parted gown opened right down to her crutch. He took a quick glance at her brief lacy panties. Oh dear, a shy one, well that was sometimes a good thing, in fact in this case it was a positive bonus. And look at those panties they barely covered her pubic fur! Her sex was neatly pouched in the tiny scrap of clothing.

"Stand still please. Good. Have you got that nurse?"

Rachael stood very professionally at his side with her clipboard and pen.

"Now just come over here, I'll just check your breasts for any lumps whilst you're standing, but later I'll also like to check them when you're prone, Dr Petersen of Sweden believes this allows the doctor to take a complete tactile check. Is that alright Helena?"

What a load of crap, but it gave him the excuse to fondle the women's breasts twice in one session.

"Yes that's fine; go ahead, these things have to be done."

"Turn around, facing away from me so I'm behind you, that's good. Nurse have you the breast chart there?"

"Yes doctor."

Helena's heart started to beat faster. She had dreaded this appointment, knowing she had to have it but hating to have another man touch her. Still he was a doctor and at least the nurse was there, so it must be alright.

This was another carefully orchestrated plan he had. He liked to tease himself, so he degraded the women in small ever increasingly intimate ways. It somehow made it all the more exciting and stretched out the pleasure. Also the footage on the film was better, more titillating for the unseen viewer. He had again arranged the room so when he performed this part of the charade the women were directly facing towards one of his many concealed cameras.

"Ready, Helena."

Always considerate in his violation!

"Yes doctor."

"Place your hands on your head please Helena, this allows me to feel the lymph nodes under the armpits."




Sweet Revenge



Of course it also lifts your tits, and opens the gown for the cameras to get a good shot at you, he mused.

With his cock stiff in the tight latex sheath he slid his hands around the woman. He carefully opened the front of her gown until both her breasts and nipples were fully exposed to the room the nurse and of course the cameras. He then took the weight of her breasts in both hands. God they were marvelous, big, firm and heavy, although he couldn't see them completely he knew the camera could. With her gown opened completely, it showed the viewers his hands cupped around her breasts, whilst her young still slim body awaited the later stages of his ravishment.

As he squeezed them firmly, the woman jumped a little.

"Sorry Helena, but firm pressure is required to assess this type of sebaceous tissue."

"Sorry doctor, you surprised me, I'm sure your doing your best."

Oh dear lady I've hardly started yet, he mused.

He continued to press and squeeze her tits, rubbing his fingers along their sides under her armpits, returning to the front where he could feel her nipples raising themselves under his caress. He lifted both breasts feeling again that wonderful warm live weight in his hands. He had also perfected the technique of lifting one breast with his forearm as he caressed the other with both hands.

Helena felt mortified it was worse than she thought. She had expected a brief chat, and maybe a urine sample, not this. She could hardly stand still as the doctor squeezed and rubbed her breasts. She had never had them pressed so hard. Against her will, her nipples harden under the doctors exploring fingers, which seemed to constantly rub across them. She felt a vague concern about the way he seem to handle her breasts, but the nurse stood passively by his side watching, so there could be nothing amiss, but it did seem to take ages.

"Turn round, Helena."

She did as she was told and presented him for the first time the sight of her beautiful breasts. They were magnificent! He bent forward and examined the nipples close up, and of course getting some lovely close ups with the head camera. He grasped them one at a time between his thumb and forefinger, rolling then to and fro. The aureoles were slightly wrinkled but had no large veins and the nipples looked like raspberries and were firm.

He finally realized he would have to stop, or the woman would become suspicious.

"There's a small mesal node on the left breast lower quadrant and a lingual mass on the top right quadrant of the right breast. Make a note on the chart nurse."

He had taught Rachael how to write notes on the drawings of his patient's breasts.

"Is there something wrong Doctor?"

Her voice sounded apprehensive and concerned.

"No, nothing to worry about, but I'll have to monitor your breasts closely. These small nodes are nearly always nothing to be concerned about, but I like to check them regularly."

This was another ploy he used, of course there was nothing wrong with the woman's breasts, but once he had mentioned concern, the women were almost eager for him to check them again. They could hardly wait to get their tits out their bras, as he of course realized.

Helena pulled the gown together, a little worried by what the doctor had said, thankful though that he seemed unconcerned.

"Now, we'll just check your temperature and blood pressure. Over here please Helena."

He again led her across the room for the viewers benefit to a high stool, where he sat his patients on for this exercise. This had been another brain wave for of course as soon as the unsuspecting woman sat down on the stool her legs separated the front of the gown and allowed him the sight of their bare belly and pubic hair, although in this case Helena's brief panties. They did look interesting.

"Just relax Helena and Nurse Williams will take your blood pressure and temperature."

"OK Rachael?"

"Yes doctor."

Another piece of planning was to let the nurse do some of the charade; again it added the necessary authenticity for his exploits. Of course he could view the proceedings later as the stool faced a camera.

"Excuse me a minute Helena, I just have a call to make, Rachel will take care of you. I'll be back in just a moment."

"OK Doctor."

He left them to it, now came an important part of the plan. He knew Rachael's boyfriend, as he was a sales rep for one of his suppliers. He sometimes phoned, when she was having a few problems with him. She could sometimes be on the phone for hours. He needed to get Rachael away from the surgery for some time, but not to be seen to be sending her out. He knew her boyfriend from the past, so it might be possible to use him today. He picked up the phone. It rang, Bill answered.

"Hi Bill, its John."

"Oh hello, I though you were working."

"Well I am, but I've managed to get away from the daily grind to make this call. Rachael is a bit worried about you, so I thought maybe you could phone her and reassure her this morning."

"Well put her on then."

"She can't come to the phone now, but give her twenty minutes and then ring, but don't, what ever you do, tell her I told you to call. But take your time and don't let her off the phone until she's OK. Oh, and by the way get her to check our stocks in case we need some more supplies. We were low on something, but I can't remember what it was, make her check through all the medicines. Tell her it is important and that I wanted it done this morning."

"OK Bill I can do that and thanks for the call, twenty minutes you say?"

"That's right, OK see you."

Good the dupe was established. Now for the best part, he knew Rachael would be on the phone for at least half an hour, maybe more.

Oh what a great day this had turned out to be, and boy was the sweet taste of revenge lovely in his mouth, and of course this was just the start. It was perfect to get his hands on Helena before she started to swell. She was just fantastic. Of course the best part was he was the only gynecologist for hundreds of miles, so unless she wanted to travel to the smoke there was no alternative.

He returned to the surgery, just as Rachael was finishing with the readings.

"We're ready Doctor. Here are the readings."

"Good thank you Rachael."

He scanned across the paper, watching her out of the corner of his eye.

"That looks OK, no worries. Right we had better get you over to the table so we can check you over. Rachael help Helena on to the table."

He could hardly wait, his heart was beating so fast, and his cock was ramrod stiff. Rachael helped Helena onto the examination table; of course her long legs were exposed up to the crutch as she climbed on to the padded surface. She made herself comfortable, whilst still holding on to the front of her gown. He legs hung over the end of the table onto a bar placed there. He had lowered the head rest and raised the body padding so his patients lay with their heads back; making it very difficult for them to see what was going on at the other end of the table.

"Are you OK, Helena."

"Yes doctor."

"I'll do a pap smear Rachael, so can you fetch the sampler and spreaders."

"Yes doctor."

Helens heart sank, oh no not a pap smear she had always intended to have a lady doctor do this intimate examination she had vaguely heard about, and here she was with a balding fat man about to do one. She gathered her courage.

"Is that really necessary doctor."

"Oh absolutely, we need to constantly monitor your uterus and cervix for any abnormalities. But if you want me to leave this important assessment out then I will, but of course you and the baby may live to regret it."

He grinned inwardly, knowing the woman did not want him to examine her, made it so much more exciting.

"Well you must be right being the doctor."

"I am really thinking of you Helena. I think we may even use a Henderson probe in your case just to make sure."

"Well do what you must then doctor, sorry about my concerns. Please go ahead."

Great this is what he like to hear total submission.

"First though I'll just check those nodes again Helena, just relax and place you hands above your head, No, not under them, hold on to that bar there, that's right, good."

Rachael returned, and placed a small tray down at the side of the table.

"Show me that breast chart Rachael. OK, let's have another look."

And let's make it a really thorough one this time he laughed to himself. He took the edges of the gown and parted them slowly, drawing them across the woman's chest, slowly, slowly, teasing himself and of course the cameras! First the edge of her aureoles, then the small pert centre piece of her perfect nipples. They were amazing, perfect in every way. He parted the gown completely, and for the first time viewed her almost naked front. Her tits were absolutely perfect. The large mounds thrust up and out from her chest. Her belly was flat with a small belly button and below the bright whiteness of her lacy brief panties, through which he could just see the outline of her reddish pubic hair.

Helena gripped the bar with her hands as the doctor opened the front of her gown. Once again he rubbed his hands across the fronts and sides erecting against her will her tight small nipples. She jumped as he squeezed them hard forcing them into mounds.

"Sorry Helena, but I do have to check these nodes."

"That's alright Doctor. I'm just a little tender that's all."

Of course you are and will be even more so when I finish. He continued to knead her breasts, making sure he was out of the line of the viewers.

"I'll just check your nipples again Helena."

He rolled each nipple between his forefinger and thumb, pulling them up from the breast. Each was perfect, hard with that different feel nipples seem to possess.

"Just checking your nipple extenuation's, no problems there Helena, though I'm concerned about one of these lumps, could I check into this a bit more thoroughly Helena."

"If you would doctor, it would put my mind at ease."

"In that case Rachel I think we'll need the Brandon clamps for Helena, could you fetch them."

"Right away, Doctor."

Oh what an inspiration. He had almost forgotten them. He had them made by a Metal workshop in Druisby. They were two stainless clamps. These were made to go around the base of each breast, as they were screwed up tight they acted like a tourniquet squeezing the globe of the breast and forcing the nipples almost to pop under the pressure. Of course they were nothing to do with medical equipment, just another piece of perversion, but they looked very medical. Of course Rachel knew nothing about medicine and his victims were pretty ignorant. And here was one who had never been to a doctor; it was a gift from the gods.

"Helena I'm going to use a pair of clamps on your breasts in order to check these possible nodes, they may be bit uncomfortable, but please bear with me. It will help me check these nodes. Is that alright."

"Yes, please do whatever you need to do."

Christ, what was this Helena wondered, it was becoming like a torture session. Her breasts were once more sore from his forceful handling.

"Here you are Doctor."

"Thank you Rachel."

She handed him the clamp.

"Right Rachel you hold the clamp in position whilst I place the breasts in it."

"OK, Helena."

"OK"

She could hardly see what was going on with her head so far back, but out of the corner of her eye she saw the nurse hand the doctor a silver piece of equipment. She braced herself.

This was a brain wave. He placed the clamp across Helena's breasts and whilst Rachel held it in place he reached through the expanded rings and grasping each nipple firmly he pulled first one of her breasts through the one of the rings and then the other. 

Helena gave a small yelp as he forced the clamp down her breasts, squeezing and pulling at the nipples as he did o.

"Bear with us Helena."

They were in. Now he turned the screw on the side clamping the ring tighter and tighter around the breasts. The skin got tauter and tauter and the pressure grew. Helena's nipples were forced to stand up higher and higher as he tightened the clamps more and more.

Helena started to squirm with the pressure in her breasts as the doctor tightened the device up.

Lovely she was starting to react to the pressure. One more turn.

"That's great Helena you are being brave. And I'm sure we'll find you all clear. The light is a bit poor here would you mind just standing and coming over to the spotlight, that's excellent, it won't be long. Rachel help Ms Purvis up and over to the light."

Again he smiled this was prime footage, The woman stood and walked over to the light, right in front of one of his best cameras, a self focusing device. Her bound tits thrust obscenely out in front of her in the steel clamps, framed by her gown now fully opened her white panties faintly revealing the growth underneath.

Helena, glanced down at her breasts crushed in the band of steel, they were very sore and she hoped the doctor would be quick with the examination. Of course there was no way she could cover herself now.

Standing to one side he again rubbed his hands over the distended breasts and over the bursting nipples, whilst silently gloating over the woman's obvious discomfort.

He continues for a couple of minutes.

"That looks fine, OK Rachel we'll remove the clamps."

He undid the screws releasing the pressure until finally the clamp was loose enough to be removed from Helena's breasts. This was also prime stuff for as soon as the clamp was removed Helena rubbed her breasts to remove the soreness, forgetting the doctor and the nurse in her attempt to release herself from the pain. And of course the camera caught it all!

"Very good Helena, please return to the table and we shall get on."

The woman returned to the table and once more lay down, this time she left the gown open and continued to massage her breasts allowing me the pleasure of watching her breasts move on her body as she did so.

God, what now wondered Helena, now she supposed he would have to do this mysterious pap smear, or did the nurse do it?

"Alright Helena, you are being very brave, now just lift up your legs and place them in the stirrups. Now relax, now you'll need to take off your briefs for me to examine you, I'm surprised Rachel didn't ask you to remove them at the start."

"I'm sorry doctor, it's all my fault, you see I'm a bit shy about that sort of thing."

Now the joy of humiliating her even further, pointing out her petty behavior. Of course this delayed the inevitable and allowed him even more time to appreciate her near nakedness.

She blushed feeling even more foolish for not removing her panties. Why did she keep them on, her shyness was emphasized even more now.

The doctor stood between her legs just out of vision. His gaze feasted on the sight of Helena hairy red pubic fringe around the edge of the frilly panties. Her taste in underwear was superb.

"There's nothing to apologize for Helena, would you please remove them now. You can go behind the screen if you need or if you like I'll slip them off, to save you the trouble..."

Helena felt trapped, if she got off to remove them herself, it looked as if she didn't trust the doctor, however she hated the idea of the doctor taking her last cover off. She knew though it was being foolish.

"No, that's alright doctor go ahead, you can slip them off."

Wonderful, he had persuaded her to allow him one of his favorite treats removing his victim last piece of protection.

He moved closer to the bottom of the table and reaching forward hooked his fingers under the top elastic of her small panties.

"Would you fetch me my gloves Rachel."

"Just lift your buttocks a little Helena."

She did as he ordered, hating the sensation of even her brief panties being pulled slowly from her body.

He had sent Rachel away so he could take off her knickers at his pace. Of course the woman's head was so far back she could not see him perving over her. He gazed down at her crutch the top of her brief knickers slowly revealing her maidenhead with a full triangle of bright red pubic hair, then the start of her slit and then her full genitals. Her genital area was slightly redder than the surrounding thighs. Her pubic hair was fine and curly, beautiful. He slipped the outside of her briefs right down her thighs, the gusset caught between her thighs as she held her legs involuntarily together, before springing down the rest of her thighs. Pulling the panties down like this let him rub his hands down her stocking legs as he did so. Then joy of joys, he took them completely from her body exposing her completely. His hands resting on her knees felt the silkiness of her stockings as he slowly opened them until they were wide apart, his gazed fixed upon her wonderful vulva. 

"Wide apart please Helena."

She again did as he asked, hating laying there completely exposed, naked to this strangers gaze and knowing she was helpless to do anything about it.

Rachel returned and he made a show of putting on his gloves, in front of the women.

The phone rang.

Rachel looked at the doctor enquiringly.

"You'd best answer that nurse."

The timing was perfect! Rachel walked over to the door and left the room, the door was designed to close itself.

"Helena, you've been very cooperative, but I'm sure you realize it is for your babies good. The more we know about your physical shape the safer your subsequent delivery will be, and we both want that don't we."

This was really laying it on, he smiled. The more he knew about her physical shape the better for him.

"Now I'm supposed to wait for the nurse to returns before I go any further. However that's up to you if you want we can get on as if she was here. What do you want to do?"

Helena again was caught, not wanting to delay the proceedings any further. What the hell, she thought it would be best if they continued. It was not as if he was going ahead and doing anything wrong. He had given her every chance to stop.

This was part of his subtle plan.

"Please continue doctor, the nurse probably won't be gone long."

"Excellent, OK lay back and relax, legs wide apart. I'll be inspecting your vagina, but first I'll just put some lubricant on you to help the examination."

Her pale brown pink vulval lips lay joined and curled above her vaginal entrance, hiding her clitoris. Out of her sight he carefully removed his right glove, to allow him to fondle her with his bare hands and fingers. He reached out and from a jar placed some jelly on his forefinger. Standing out of the way of the camera, he placed his left hand over her hairy pubic mound and with his fingers gently pulled apart her cunt lips and rubbed the jelly upwards from the entrance of her vagina to her clitoris, which was now revealed in all its glory. 

Helena jumped as his fingers started to explore the most private and sensitive parts of her body. She felt his hand on her maidenhead and his fingers separating her labial lips, holding them apart before the finger of his other hand rub itself around her clitoris running down her vulva until it paused at the entrance to her vagina. She braced her body stiffening to the inevitable. However this did not prepare her for the feel of the thrust of his finger into her vagina, she gave a little gasp as it forced itself inside her body, finally violating her ultimate privacy. Out of the bottom of her eyes she could just see the doctor bending over to examine her sexuality.

"Hold still Helena, that's good."

In fact it was bloody marvelous. He forced his forefinger further into her vagina, feeling the warm flesh around his probing digit. His knuckles rubbed against her buttocks as he pushed his finger in as far as it could go. He paused feeling the moist insides of her vagina, enjoying her discomfort, as she wriggled her buttocks, in response to his probing. He then took out his finger and just as she relaxed replaced it with two fingers, again forcing them deep into the woman's cunt. Oh lovely. He rotated the fingers around and forced them in even further until they touched the neck of her womb. He loved the feel of his fingers in his client's cunts and the tickle of their pubic hair on his hands.




Sweet Revenge



"I'm just relaxing the muscles before I insert the spreaders Helena, won't be long now."

Helena grunted, her body tense and tight as the doctor continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her vagina. The doctor's fingers were hard and rigid, feeling even more uncomfortable than her husbands cock. As he probed and forced them around in her vagina she could not avoid moving as his finger tips pushed against the sensitive neck of her womb.

"You're very tight Helena I'll have to use a Henderson probe before using the spreaders as this will help in taking the smear. Hold on as it might be a little uncomfortable, but bear with me as it will all be OK in the end."

"Whatever you like doctor, sorry I'm so tense, silly really."

"Not at all Helena you're doing very well, it is your first time remember."

"Now just relax while I insert the probe."

From a draw at the foot of the table, he carefully removed a large black plastic rod, this was very dangerous, but he felt confident all would be OK. He then turned on his masturbator, luxuriating in the feel of its rhythmic movements up his cock. 

"Hold still Helena."

He then rubbed some jelly over the head of the rubber dildo and carefully opened the entrance of her vagina and then slowly slid the full length of the obscene device right into her hole. Her body squirmed as he forced the rubber cock into her cunt. Holding it in with one finger he moved to the side of the woman and smiled at her, giving the cameras a good shot of her wriggling naked body with the dildo inserted into her fanny.

"Very good Helena, I'll just remove the probe, and then spread your vagina to take the smear. You are being very cooperative."

The dido slid out slowly leaving her cunt open and inviting, the labial lips far apart, her clitoris beautifully highlighted by a discretely position small spotlight. He slipped his gloves on.

"Before we do your pap smear I had better check your bowels and appendix, just to be sure.

"God what was he going to do now."

"Just hop down, that's right"

She clambered off the couch and stood awaiting the doctor's pleasure her privacy so violated that she made no attempt to cover her nakedness. Her abused breasts open and exposed to the room, swayed with the movement of her body. The triangle of her furry pubes beautiful.

"Turn round please and bend over, touch your toes, that's good."

He forced the woman to bend over before him, and as she did the gown slid up her pale blemish free buttocks fully uncovering them to his gaze.

"Legs apart please Helena, this won't take long."

Her pink and puckered anus was now exposed before him between the pale cheeks of her buttocks. He once more lubricated the tip of his left glove and then in full view of the running cameras, proceeded to insert his digit into Helena's anus. She grunted and grimaced as the finger forced its way inside. 

"Hold still now Helena."

Sliding her gown further up he placed his free hand on the lower part of her back and rolled his inserted digit about in her anus. It was lovely to feel her move under his investigation. He slowly removed his finger. Removed the glove and wiped the lubricant off her anus with a tissue.

"That looks fine Helena, now back onto the couch please."

Now for the climax of the violation!

In his recent travels to the Far East, he had encountered a medical scientist who claimed to have perfected a sex stimulant. This was based on a hormone he had found secreted by women when they were sexually excited. Normally the hormone was in very small amounts, but he had managed to manufacture a substitute that was a hundred times more powerful. Once absorbed by any women it turned on their sexually into super drive. The beauty of the product was it was absorbed thru the skin, and took about three minutes to take effect. He had only received a package containing the drug the day before, and here was a perfect opportunity to try it out. Leaving the woman spread open on the table, he went to his private medicine cupboard and took the aerosol can from the shelf. This also allowed the hidden voyeurs a chance to perve at the woman's violation.

"I'll just spray around your vagina with this mild anesthetic to make it easier to take the smear. It might feel a bit cold Helena, but it will relax you."

"Thank you doctor, I feel I need it."

Oh and wouldn't I like to give it, he mused.

""Hold still."

He sprayed the drug up the length of the woman's vulva, concentrating on the pink entrance to her vagina.

Helena jumped, it did feel cold, and then left a kind of tingly feeling around her genitals.

"Good now just lie there and relax."

He rested his hand on her pubis enjoying the feel of her fine pubic hair, as he continued to reassure her, explaining what was going to happen with the smear.

"I'll just fetch the spreaders. Normally the nurse has them here, never mind I'll go and get them."

He estimated the drug would start to take effect in about a minute.

"I'm sorry about this Helena, the nurse also seems to have the wrong pap smears. I'll just get some, lay back and try to relax."

Helena lay back gasping the last forty minutes or so had been horrendous, she felt abused and used and yet could do nothing about it. Her breasts ached and her vagina had been probed to its limits, and there was still the pap smear to go. She also found her genitals were feeling warm, and seemed to be getting warmer by the second. She resisted the urge building up in her to scratch her vulva. Thank goodness the doctor had left, it gave her a chance to relax. Her nipples suddenly felt tingly and to her surprise erected themselves, making her breasts feel tight and hard. 

As the drug affected her and she strained to resist the desire to touch herself but the feeling was stronger than ever, whatever was happening? Finally unable to resist any longer she rubbed her breasts feeling the pleasure of touching them thrilling through her. This had never happened before to her. Her whole body now started to feel languid and warm. Christ she was starting to feel really horny. She couldn't understand why, she very rarely felt any sexual feelings at all, her husband was inclined to satisfy himself and then leave her unfulfilled. One hand strayed down to her genitals where they lightly touched her genitals. The feeling was electric! Under her touch her clitoris felt hard firm, and cried out for her to rub it. Her hips moved involuntarily. Her fingers moved around her clitoris, god it was so sensitive. She looked around, trying to resist the feeling between her legs. But the desire was too strong, she quickly glanced towards the door, there was no sign of the doctor. Her fingers teased her clitoris again rubbing it, side to side, up and down. She moaned, shocked and suddenly aware of herself and her surroundings, no not here, what if anyone should come in. Her body's needs became more and more urgent. She arched her back as her fingers worked more forcefully at her clitoris, her other hand rubbing hard across her breasts, squeezing her nipples between her fingers. She could feel the juice from her cunt trickle down her buttocks, as her cunt ached for the spread of a man's cock. She was desperate. Looking around she noticed by the side of her on a small table a large glass test tube, it was about a foot long and at least a couple of inches wide. Maybe she could use it, this was madness she realized, but she was helpless in the grip of her mounting passion. She quickly reached across and grabbed the tube. She placed it between her legs and opening her labial lips wide with one hand, slid it deep into her aching cunt. God that felt good. She was beyond caring if anyone came in her sexual need was so great. She forced the tube in and out of her vagina whilst the other fingered her clitoris. In and out, in and out, her vagina squeezed against the glass tube. She closed her eyes, as her fingers worked at her sex. Her hips moving violently up and down and she thrust the tube more urgently in and out of her cunt. Her cunt was so slippery, and felt on fire. Again she could hear herself moan as her fingers moved her closer and closer to a climax. The tube slid in and out faster and faster as her fingers rubbed sensually around her clitoris. She arched her back even more and with a shuddering groan came! 

"Are we enjoying ourselves Ms Purvis."

Helena's eyes shot open, Jesus the doctor was standing at the end of the table watching her, a gloating smile on his face. And not only that, he had a video camera in his hands. How long had he been there. She blushed bright red, pulling her hands away from her genitals. The test tube slid slowly out of her vagina to lay glistening with her juices on the table. She tried desperately to cover her body with the inadequate gown.

"I'm sorry doctor I don't know what came over me!"

She stammered deeply humiliated, blushing deep red. She stammered more apologies, but these seem to make it worse. The trouble was sexual her feelings were still rushing over her. Her hands as if by themselves crept back to her vulva once more where in open sight of the doctor and the video camera she continued to masturbate herself desperately seeking release again, which came the second time with a loud moan. She lay back tears forming in her eyes

"It's certainly not proper behavior for a doctor's surgery, this isn't a whore house you know Ms Purvis. I was so shocked the first time I came in I thought it best to take out some insurance against you suing me for sexual assault, hence the camera, and some very interesting footage on it I can tell you Ms Purvis, or is it Pervert!"

This was lovely, this degradation felt so good, his revenge was so sweet.

"I've a good mind to call in the police, or your husband."

"Please don't do that, it won't happen again."

"I'm afraid that's not good enough, I feel duty bound at least to let the sponsors of your charity drive know that they are supporting the wrong person, and to think you were supporting the cause against pornography, it's disgraceful!"

It was lovely to lay it on the line like this to even further humiliate her.

"Please don't do that I'll never live it down, and my husband would probably divorce me. Can't we forget it ever happened? I'll do anything to protect my husband's reputation."

"I'm afraid that I believe punishment is the only way you will be stopped from going further in your perversion. In fact I think you deserve a good spanking, certainly if I was your husband I would serve it to you. In fact I feel duty bound to administer it myself."

"Who do you think you are talking to me like that!" Helena tried to retain her dignity in a losing battle.

"It's no good getting on your high horse with me Ms Pervis, it wasn't me who was masturbating with a test tube here right in my very surgery! In fact if you don't allow me to chastise you right this instance I'll be forced to let my very good friend the editor of the Daily Smut have a look at the kind of charity queen they might be voting for, I'm sure he would be very interested in this video."

"You can't."

"Just watch me."

She crumpled up as he pressured her, it was beautiful to watch.

"I suppose there is no choice is there. What have I got to do, this is blackmail you realize." 

"Of course, but blackmailers need some filth to be able to blackmail their clients, so don't play the wounded woman with me. I think you had better do as I say or it will certainly be the worse for you. Do you agree or is it exposure?"

She fought back the tears, how could she have let herself get into this situation, the doctor held all the cards, she would have to do as he ordered. She nodded mutely silent unable to think of any reply.

"That's better, alright stand up."

She stood up her head hung in shame.

"Now take off the gown."

She hesitated but realized she was helpless to resist him. She slipped the gown off her shoulders and stood dressed only in her stockings, covering herself with her hands. 

he slapped them away from her body.

"Don't cover yourself, you have been extremely naughty and will do exactly what I tell you to do."

He loved this, as she bowed her head in shame, naked to his gaze, submissive to his desires.

"Right, bend over and touch your toes."

She did as she was told, her breasts hanging heavily from her chest her hairy cunt red between her pale white buttocks. Her labial lips still parted and engorged with blood, exposing her vaginal orifice.

"Legs apart! Further, that's better."

She parted her legs, the red hairy pudenda of her sex perfectly framed between her buttocks.

"What if the nurse should come in?"

She stammered, almost standing up. I forced her down again.

"Well that would be a shame; you'd better cooperate, so we don't waste time."

"Oh please hurry!"

"Further over, and place your hands on your head."

Her dangling breasts were now clearly visible to the hidden cameras in the room and her cunt right on front of his best camera.

He rubbed her buttocks with his hand sliding his fingers up and down her slit. She squirmed as his fingers rubbed across her anus.

"Don't you dare stand up! It will be the worse for you."

He raised his hand and brought it down sharply across her bum. The sound was loud in the surgery. She squeaked and went to cover her buttocks with her hands.

"Hands on your head, I won't tell you again, you've been a very naughty girl."

he raised his hands and smacked her again, hard, her buttocks clenched and her breasts swung as she reacted to the blow.

"You've been very naughty."

He smacked her again. She cried out, as he laughed at her. It was wonderful, he had total power over her, again he stroked her buttocks allowing his fingers to play across her sex. Feeling her lips with his finger tips, her cunt was wet and slippery, his finger easily slid into her hot vagina. She took her hands off her head and tried to stop his hands from abusing her. He slapped them away.

"Don't you move you slut, stay exactly as you were."

His cock was of course super hard squeezed tight inside the masturbator. As he continued to stroke her genitals he turned it on and within a short minute came with a shuddering climax as the waves rode up and down his distended cock. Of course his patient knew nothing about this, caught in the embarrassment of her continued humiliation.

"Stand up!"

As she straightened he enjoyed the sight of her face which was bright red from the exertion and the punishment, lovely, she held her arms over her breasts and her other hand covered her genitals, but of course he didn't mind that now. In fact it added to her debasement.

"Well we had better finish this examination, for now, I still haven't completed my assessment, but that can wait until next time. Before you go please leave a urine sample for the lab, the sample bottle is behind the screen, I suggest you use the bidet. As you leave, make another appointment with the nurse for next Wednesday when we can continue this session."

"You won't catch me coming back here again."

She spat vehemently at me.

"You're nothing but a pervert."

"Oh I think you'll be back. In fact you've got no option."

He patted the camera, smiling. 

"If you know what is good for you that is. I might call in further favors, and you will obey or it will be the end of you and your husband in this town, do I make myself clear?"

"Christ how did I let myself in for this?"

"Until next week then, and don't forget the sample. Oh and I think next time we'll forgo the gown, I'll give my nurse the morning off so there'll be just you and me, just wear an overcoat, suspenders and stockings." He grinned evilly and left her.

He left her there his lust satiated not wishing to spoil the pleasure of her perfect body with over exposure. Of course the cameras continued to record every movement for him and the secret viewers. He had cleverly positioned the bidet and cameras so they could close focus on her crutch whilst she was taking a pee. Using the specially designed bidet forced her legs apart, giving the camera a clear view of her vagina, and the sample jars were so small she would have to continue to pee long after she had filled it, and fill it she would as she had been forbidden to urinate that morning and her bladder must be fit to bursting. This allowed the fetish people their fun as they could watch the uninterrupted flow of urine as it streamed from her body.

He left the surgery immediately, well satisfied with his morning's achievement, now he had his first slave who would have to do exactly as he told her.

Helena left after reluctantly making another appointment, with the nurse who was all smiles; thank goodness she didn't enter as she was being spanked, nor when she was... her heart was still thumping and the shame still burnt in her face, and of course with a sinking sensation in her stomach she realized she would have to face the doctor again next week. Tears came to her eyes as she drove home her breasts sore and her buttocks stinging from the spanking. Although she hated to admit it to herself, her masturbation was the best sex she had had for years. Never before had she enjoyed the touch of her hand on her body as much as this morning, and the orgasm she had achieved was totally explosive. She was still wondering what had come over her as she drove home. The memory of the doctors face grinning down on her as she masturbated came rushing back to her bringing a fresh sense of shame.



Sweet Revenge



I slowly pull your arm above your head and secure your wrist to the cuff at the bedpost. Then I do the same with the other arm. I kiss my way down your body and secure each ankle to the posts at the foot of the bed. You're spread eagle and naked, just the way I like you.

I slide up your body, my seamed stockings brushing against your legs followed by the sharp scrape of my stiletto heels. I tell you to close your eyes. I kiss your right eyelid then your left then slide a black blindfold over your eyes. I kiss the right corner of your mouth then the left then kiss you passionately. I know you want control, but I love having you at my mercy. I lean over you, my perfume entices you as you inhale from my cleavage. I lick the shell of your ear as I whisper, "You've" (lick) "been" (lick) "a very bad boy." I breathe the words into your ear then bite your earlobe, hard. Not enough to break the skin but hard enough you feel the sting. I then suck it to soothe the pain. You have been a very bad boy, and tonight I will make you pay.

I hop off the bed, and I'm sure you can feel my wicked smile as I leave you alone in the room. I hope you're imagining me in your mind's eye, my breasts displayed beautifully in my black, laced corset, my ass swaying sassily and sexily as my legs clad in black seamed stockings and feet in heels carry me away from you. Ten minutes later I return. I figure I've given you enough time to get bored, annoyed and turned off. I plan to play with you tonight. I want to have some fun to get you back for your bad behavior.

I kiss you having put honey on my lips. It's sticky and sweet, and I see your tongue flick out to lick it off your lips. I lick it off mine as I light the candles around the room. Even though you're blindfolded, you can smell the sulfur from the matches, and I know you can imagine the soft glow the candlelight provides. I can tell you're getting excited again. Your breath has quickened ever so subtly, and I can feel the shift in the air as our desire grows.

I flick my tongue out and lick the bottom of your feet. I know you're not ticklish, but there are many sensations I want you to feel tonight. I climb onto the bed and kiss up your legs. I bite each inner thigh playfully, but you will feel some pain tonight too. I kiss your abs and ribs and chest. You feel my long hair brush over you as my mouth enjoys the taste of your skin. I flick my tongue around your nipples then bite them and suck them. I feel you squirm, and I smile against your skin. I kiss up your chest and lick your collarbone. I kiss the hollow of your neck and inhale your scent. Oh, what you do to me. You intoxicate me. I shake my head to clear it. I'm not going to let you get to me tonight. You so easily do, but tonight is my revenge.

I kiss, bite and suck your neck enjoying my slow devouring of your body. I glance down and see the evidence of your arousal in the candlelight. I love what I do to you. I love how we respond to each other. Despite our other issues, our desire for each other has never waned. The connection, attraction, spark was there from the beginning, and no matter what else we disagree about, hate each other for, the passion for each other remains.

I slide off of you and turn some music on. It's a slow, sensual beat, and the tempo is perfect for what I have planned. I'm not ashamed to admit I've read Fifty Shades of Grey, and while I don't think the books are particularly well written, there are certain parts I enjoyed. Taking a page from that book, you feel the sting of a flogger across your chest. "Oh, this is going to be fun," I think to myself as I strike you repeatedly and skillfully all over your body. You writhe beneath the lashes, and I think you're surprised how they arouse you. There's a fine line between pleasure and pain. I don't draw blood. The flogger I selected is soft not sharp, but the bite of pain you feel as the suede strikes you warms into pleasure as the sting subsides. I cover your body, striking different areas to keep you aroused. Does the flogger sting a bit sometimes? Do I hit you too hard with it here and there? How does it feel when the falls flick over your erection? Your balls? Pleasure and pain is the theme tonight. Just as you inflicted both on me, I shall repay you. Your erection looks so inviting. I'm so very tempted to enjoy it, to use you for my pleasure, but not quite yet. I have a few tricks left up my sleeve for you tonight.

Your body is red and warm from the flogger. I run a fur mitten over you, touching you everywhere I can reach. The fur soothes the sting and is a new sensation of pleasure. Something so different from the bite of the falls. I run the fur over your straining cock. I want to taste you. You're strong and hard and thick and beautiful. I love looking at your body. I love the sounds you make; your moans and cries are so erotic. I run my fingers between my legs already knowing how wet I am for you. I place my fingers at your lips and tell you to suck them. You do so eagerly yet sensually all the same. I want you. My breath quickens, but I must remain in control. I remove my fingers and laugh. Time for more fun.

You hear me moving about, opening a drawer. I have a toy for you tonight. I lube the prostate massager, and you feel me probing your back end with it. You've never felt this sensation before, and I'm excited to do this to you. I insert the toy. You clench, not so sure about this, but you don't say anything. I think you've accepted that I will do as I please with you tonight.

I turn on the vibration, low at first, I'm not sure how you'll react. I pleasure you with the vibration, slowly pulling the toy out and pushing back in. Your moans and sighs tell me you're enjoying it. I increase the vibration intensity to medium. You writhe and pull at your bonds. I continue to move the massager out and in. The evidence of your arousal is growing before my eyes, hard, thick, pulsing. The veins stand out on the red of your skin. I know you want me to lick you, but not yet. I turn the intensity up to high. I think it may be too much for you, but I'm pushing your boundaries tonight. You arch as much as you can being bound. Your breathing and writhing indicates to me that you're close to orgasm. I switch off the massager and remove it quickly. No, you don't get to cum.

I select a candle, one bought especially for tonight. I wonder if you've ever felt this before. I let one drop fall on your sensitized flesh. You struggle against your bonds when you feel the burn. I let a few more drops of wax fall across your chest and abdomen. It burns fast but is over quickly. You grunt each time, but your erection doesn't fall. I ask if you're ok, and you nod your head. This is just play. I'm not trying to really hurt you, not like you hurt me. This isn't vindictive, but I'll have my fun. I'll enjoy watching you writhe. I like having you bound and all for me to play with while I extract my revenge.

The wax has cooled. I peel it off of you and kiss the spots it touched. I disappear for a few minutes. When I return, your breathing has returned to normal. You pull again at your cuffs, but I say, "Not just yet." I know I'll be in trouble when I finally set you free, but right now you're still mine.

You feel an icy sensation on your lips. The cold moves down your chin to your chest. I roll it over your nipple then blow hot breath over it. I rub it on your nipple again then suck your nipple hard. I move to the other and do the same. I trail the ice down your chest and stomach followed by my tongue and kisses. Cold then hot, cold then hot. You're hard once again, and I smile. I love teasing you, torturing you. This is fairly mild, but for me it's fun. I run my tongue over the tip of your head, and you shiver and moan. I keep teasing you, just a flick, a lick. I run the ice up and down your shaft, and you remind me what cold does to a guy. I laugh. Then I take you into my mouth. I feel you grow as I enjoy you. I love this with you. I know you're close as my hands and mouth work you. I stop. I don't want you cumming just yet, and I tell you so. I put the cube of ice in my mouth and begin to enjoy you again. The cold and hot at the same time turns you on even more. I bring you to the edge again but stop before you climax. You groan and writhe and pull at your restraints again, but I just smile wickedly.

I kiss your mouth with another cube of ice, letting you enjoy the hot and cold sensation in a new way. I kiss down your body again then straddle you. I kiss you again, giving you what's left of the ice cube. I stroke you with my hand then rub your head against my clit. I'm using you for my pleasure, and I don't care. I like that I can do what I want to you. I like that I can use you. I know I'm giving us both pleasure, but tonight it's on my terms. I slide you inside me. I'm so wet I sheathe you completely as I slowly descend. You feel so good. I ride you, enjoying you, using your body to get me there. The orgasm hits me quickly, and you feel my body contract around you, squeezing you even tighter. Your breath is fast, and I know you want to cum. I know you need to cum. But this is my revenge. I don't let you.

I climb off of you and thank you for my orgasm. I blow out the candles and walk away, leaving you in the dark. I'll release you later, and I know you'll have your way with me then. It's a small victory for now, but I'll take it.



Sweet Revenge



Unable to sleep, I put on my robe and head down to the kitchen for a late night snack. As I walk past my parent's bedroom door, I notice it's ajar and I hear an unusual sound. Knowing my mother is alone, I'm concerned and peek into the room.

Moonlight is beaming through the bedroom window's sheer blue drapes, casting a pale blue light on my mother's figure as she lay on the bed.

Before I have time to ask if she's alright, I notice my mother's hand is cupping her breast and her fingers are squeezing her erect nipple. My cock throbs as I realize the sounds are moans of pleasure.

I slip into the room and quietly close the door behind me, watching as my mother's hand slides down her belly and she slowly spreads open her legs. As she begins to touch her clit, my cock is now bulging under my bathrobe. I loosen the robe's belt and it falls open, exposing my naked body.

Reaching down, I firmly grasp my erect cock and begin stroking it as I watch my mother fingering her pussy. She moans, "Fuck me harder" and I close my eyes, lean my head back against the bedroom wall and stroke my cock faster.

Unexpectedly, my mother sensually whispers in my ear, "Jeffrey, let Mommy do that for you." 

She drops to her knees and I feel soft lips wrap around the head of my throbbing shaft as she begins licking, sucking, and deep throating my hard cock.

I don't speak or touch my mother as she totally dominates me, and soon demands, "Jeffrey, feed me your cream, NOW!" I obediently shoot a big load of cum in her mouth, and she savors every drop.

Hearing a voice in the distance, I quickly open my eyes.

There on the bed is my mother...back arched, body shaking, moaning and enjoying an intense orgasm.

Looking down I see my hand, covered with cum, wrapped around my cock. Wiping the cum on my robe, I quickly open the door and quietly leave my parent's bedroom without my mother ever seeing me.

Breakfast the next morning is awkward, to say the least.

Sitting at the kitchen table, my eyes glancing in every direction but hers, I feel ashamed of what I'd done the night before. My only solace is knowing my mother hadn't seen me enter her bedroom. And, thank God, she doesn't know I'd jerked off while watching her masturbate.

"Jeffrey, is there something you'd like to tell me?"

Startled, I look at her and notice she's staring at me. Just like the moonlight illuminated her naked body, last night, the sunlight casts a glow around her now. My mother looks angelic, and I feel guilty as hell.

"No, Mother," I lie.

She rises from her chair and stands behind me, placing her hands on my shoulders, as she leans down and tenderly kisses my cheek.

"Jeffrey, I'm happy you're home for the Christmas holiday, I've been so lonely."

I turn and look into her big brown eyes, filled with tears.

"Mother, I'm glad to be home, too."

That cruel bastard, how could he do this to my mother? They began dating in high school. He was her first and only, and they'd married when she became pregnant with me. Four months ago, after I'd left for college, my father confessed to an affair and said he needed his space to figure out what he wanted. He packed two suitcases and drove off, leaving my mother, after twenty years of marriage.

"Mother, get dressed, we're going shopping!" 

Three hours later, I'm dragging a six foot Christmas tree through the front door. Mom's behind me carrying bags filled with lights, garland, and decorations.

I put up the tree, hang the lights, and then sit on the carpet and drink eggnog, as mother continues decorating.

She's a beautiful woman with large perky breasts, a small waist, slender hips, and long shapely legs. Even today, while we were shopping, guys turned to look at her. I assume to many men, she's a thirty-nine year old sexy MILF. To me, she's just my mother...but, that was before last night.

Standing high on the ladder, arms raised as she decorates the tree, her dress hikes up exposing black sheer panties that barely cover her toned ass. Hot damn! Hmmm, my father was definitely a fool for leaving her.

Mother looks down, catching me as I'm peeking up her dress.

Smiling, she declares, "Jeffrey, I need you!" 

What? Did I hear her right, or is this another figment of my vivid imagination?

"Hurry up here, Jeffrey, it's time we put the angel on top of the tree."

"Ohhh, all right, Mom."

Damn, all this booze and thinking about last night, my cock is hard and throbbing as I climb the ladder and press my body against hers.

We lean forward, placing the angel atop the tree as she slightly spreads her legs apart, allowing my hardness to slide between her inner thighs.

My mind is spinning, I have to know. "Mother, what do you REALLY need?"

She seductively replies, "You, my Son, all of you."

My dick is rock hard as I reach under my mother's dress and slide her moist panties down her smooth legs, then push my gym pants to the floor below.

Five feet in the air, as my mother grasps the top of the ladder, I shove my throbbing shaft between her ass cheeks and thrust my swollen cock into her wet pussy. She moans as I pump her with my large cock.

"Mommy, does it feel good?"

"Yes, Son, sooo very good."

Mom's moans become louder and she cries out, "Jeffrey, Mommy's cumming!" Her pussy squeezes my cock, and her hot cum squirts down both our legs, as I shoot my cream deep inside her.

As we descend the ladder, the song 'Blue Christmas' by Elvis Presley is playing and we both know...there are going to be no more tears, and this is going to be anything but, a blue Christmas.

It's been a long day and as we walk toward our bedrooms, I confess, "Mother, I watched you play with your pussy last night."

As she opens her bedroom door and steps inside, she replies "I know Jeffrey, I saw you stroking your cock and you're never to be a bad boy and leave my bedroom again, without fucking me."

Looking up into my eyes, she passionately kisses me. My mother then takes my hand in hers, as she leads me to my parent's bed.

I wake to the sound of ringing and reach for the cell phone on the nightstand. My mother lunges for the phone, knocking it out of my hand. "Jeffrey, it's your father's ringtone."

Oh my God, that was close! "Sorry Mom, I was sound asleep and thought it was my phone."

I look at the alarm clock and see it's half past six. "Mother, does Dad call you every morning?"

"No, Jeffrey, we haven't spoken since he left four months ago."

"Mom, maybe it's important and you should call him back."

"Absolutely not, I'm in no mood to speak to him!" Then with a naughty giggle, she says, "Besides, his cock is MUCH smaller than yours and unlike you, he never fucked me all night long."

"Well, Mother, let's see what else I do that Dad never did."

I push her back against the pillows, and slide one under her ass, raising her insatiable kitty up in the air. With her long legs now spread wide apart, I begin licking her clit and tongue fucking her tasty pussy.

"Sorry, Jeffrey, but as incredible as this feels, you'll have to come up with something a little more unique."

"Shut up, Mother, or I'll fuck your virgin asshole!"

"You wouldn't dare fuck my naughty place." She rolls onto her stomach and raises her ass, as she teasingly looks back at me.

I spread her ass cheeks open and begin to moisten and prime her asshole with my tongue.

She gasps, "Oh my God, Jeffrey, this is definitely unique."

I grasp my throbbing shaft, as I slowly and gently ease the head of my cock into her virgin territory.

"Mommy, do you like my big cock now?" And I begin pumping her tight asshole, fast and hard.

Soon she begs me, "Please cream my ass, Jeffrey, I'm cumming." 

As I unleash a big load inside my mother's ass, her pussy squirts like a geyser, flooding the sheets with her sweet cum.

"Jeffrey, you're VERY naughty!" she purrs, as I pull my drained cock from her cum soaked ass.

"Yes, we both are," I reply, as I lovingly kiss my mother's smiling face.

She glances at the alarm clock, and gasps, "Oh my, it's almost eight o'clock and I haven't done my Christmas shopping yet," and she bounces out of bed and heads for the shower.

As I'm laying there, smelling the sweet scent of her womanhood on the sheets and pillows, my phone rings.

"Hello Dad, I've never been better!" smugly replying, as I lick my mother's pussy juice off my lower lip. "Yes, me too, so why don't you stop by around nine o'clock." Then I quickly add, "By the way, I may be busy and not hear the doorbell, so I'll leave the front door unlocked." 

As I drag myself out of my parent's bed and walk down the hallway to my room, I begin thinking what an interesting day lies ahead, to say the least. 

As sunset arrives, so does mom. Her arms are loaded with packages, and she immediately heads toward the Christmas tree. As she walks briskly past me, she asks, "So, Jeffrey, what did you do today?" 

"Oh, I had breakfast with someone, but you don't need to tell me what you've been doing all day." I laughed, knowing mom's a shopaholic when it comes to Christmas.

With a seductive smile and a twinkle in her eye, she coyly says, "Jeffrey, I'm going to take a relaxing bath and change into something fun and festive, that I bought today."

As she walks past me, she notices the huge bulge in my pants. Stopping to kiss me, her fingertip outlines my cock and she whispers in my ear, "I see Santa's ready to stuff my stocking tonight." She giggles and continues walking toward the bedroom, her hips swaying back and forth. I am mesmerized by her playful sexuality and know, this will be the best Christmas, ever!

Before heading to my room, I grab a handful of pillows off the sofa and place them on the floor in front of the fireplace. I can only imagine how beautiful my mother will look with the glow of the fire and the Christmas tree lights, illuminating her face and body. My cock throbs, as I walk to my bedroom.

On my bed is a shopping bag. I look inside and pull out a Santa outfit. Mind you, it's not your typical department store version. My mother had obviously stopped at the adult boutique and picked this out. WOW, this was a first for me...but if 'Naughty Santa' is who she wants, 'Naughty Santa' is who she's going to get.

After taking a warm shower, I dry off and get dressed.

My mother giggles as I enter the living room dressed in a mistletoe thong, white beard and wig, and a bright red Santa Claus hat. I stop and stare at her. She's sitting amongst the pillows, in sexy red lingerie, with a big smile on her face. She's never looked more gorgeous.

I sit beside her, not wanting to break this magical spell...but I must know, and so I ask, "Mother, do you miss Dad?" 

"Yes, Jeffrey, I did when he first left me." Her voice filled with such sadness and bitterness, I had never heard before, made me despise him even more.

"Mother, do you wish he were here with us this Christmas?" I ask, wondering if I want the truth.

She sighs, and replies, "No, the sorrow that once filled my heart has transformed, and all I feel now is malice towards your father." She kisses my lips and says, "I know it's wrong, Jeffrey, but my true Christmas wish is your father knowing how much passion you've brought into my life." 

Well, then, "Come here naughty Ms. Claus and slide down Santa's chimney."

My beautiful mother straddles my lap and sensuously kisses me while I unclasp her red lace bra, exposing her succulent breasts.

She leans over, so her erect pink nipples are barely touching my lips. "Santa, would you like milk and a warm cookie?" My mother sticks her nipple in my mouth as her wet pussy slides down my thick shaft, until I'm deep inside her.

"Milk my titty, Son, while I milk your cock with my insatiable cunt," and she begins humping me like a wild animal.

The grandfather clock strikes nine, and I turn my head to see the front door opening.

With a smug grin on my face, I begin singing...  "Oh, what sweet revenge it will be When Daddy walks in and sees Mommy fucking Santa Claus, tonight."



Sweet Revenge



There I was, a young, somewhat newly married woman standing in front of "Encounters," a swingers club for couples and singles, more specifically a club for "discreet couples and singles" or at least that's what their online slogan had read. I clutched my small white leather bag in my hand and nervously looked down at my wedding ring, twisting it in a circle with my thumb. 

I had been asking my husband to accompany to a club like this for months. I didn't expect our passion to wane so early in our marriage. It made me sad, but more than anything it had me craving the attention of another man. 

It seemed like just a couple days after we exchanged vows and returned from our honeymoon that my husband was offered a promotion with a new office. They even sprung for a new desk and, you guessed it, his very own sexy secretary with coppery red hair, a little too much blush (in my opinion,) and a bounce in her step that told me one thing: she was getting fucked 6 ways from Sunday by my husband. 

Maybe it was the way she averted her eyes and bit her bottom lip when I walked in to surprise my husband with lunch or maybe it was the way he seemed to lose himself in some kind of fantasy world when he was fucking me, like his body was there but his mind wasn't. Or it could be the way I would walk into a room and he wouldn't even "see" me. But I knew. A woman always knows.

Last night I had the house to myself. He had another one of his late nights "at work." I made the decision right then that I was going to do something for me. Maybe it was childish but maturity has never been my strong point. I was going to get some attention of my own. I was going to make HIM wonder for once. I would go out around seven the following evening without leaving a note and, hopefully, I would come home smelling like a two dollar whore. 

The excitement of the thought alone made me wet. I knew I wanted to get fucked, I wanted someone to want me, I wanted to please a man I didn't even know, I wanted to be nothing but three holes for his sucking and fucking pleasure. I wanted him to go home and imagine ME when he fucked his wife. 

As I did my research on swingers clubs I couldn't help but chuckle at thinking how proud my husband would be. I'm usually the more impulsive of the two of us. Reading reviews and ratings was more his thing. I picked restaurants and activities on a whim. But I knew I didn't want to take the time to date; I am a married woman after all. However, I wanted to be sure the place I chose was at least clean and as the slogan at Encounters read "discreet." 

I didn't think this was the best way for a marriage to start out, but I wasn't willing to give up on my husband just yet either. I thought a little fun might take away some of the bitterness I was feeling towards him. I wanted to have a secret all my very own. I wanted him to look into my eyes and wonder what it was that I was thinking about. I wanted to turn the tables.

Since the day I started puberty men have stared. My nickname in school was bubble butt. I've always had thicker thighs, a round ass and round tits with what I have been told are perfect nipples. I like to keep my black hair long and a little wild. It's a nice compliment to my round baby face. I had my pick of boys in high school and I could make most of my male teachers do whatever I wanted. I loved the way men would look at me. 

Even though I had a wild side I was a good girl when it came to men. I seemed to always be caught up in a long term monogamous relationship. I still did my share of experimenting with the men I was with but cheating had never been anything more than a thrilling fantasy.

After I finished my research on clubs, even reading all of the reviews, I poured myself a glass of wine and toasted the air, already shaking with excitement for tomorrow. 

"Cheers to a night of new experiences!" I said. The words once spoken aloud to no one but myself made me feel a little sad. I wished my husband was there with me. The thought of him and that red head left a sick feeling in my stomach. I drained my glass in about two swallows and the sick feeling was replaced almost immediately with butterflies. I closed my laptop and went to bed. 

That night I dreamed I was in an outdoor market. I was picking fresh fruit and vegetables: apples, oranges, bananas and carrots so vibrantly colored it was as if my dream had a filter on it. I dropped an orange and reached down to pick it up. I felt someone staring at me so I opened my eyes with my head still between my legs and there were three different men behind me. 

All three of them were staring right at my exposed ass and pussy. My dream self was wearing a short dress and apparently forgot her panties. With them staring my thighs got a familiar tingle and my pussy was throbbing. They were much older men, dirty old men. 

It was then that I dropped all of my fruit and as the apples and oranges rolled away I happily got on my hands and knees, propping my ass high in the air just for them. I crawled around like a little slut taking my time to retrieve each bit of fruit as my pussy started to drip with wetness. 

I turned around and looked over my shoulder, the three men had multiplied and there were easily 15-20 all watching and pointing. Some had begun to rub their cocks through their pants. I was dripping with anticipation and dizzy from all of the attention. "Please fuck me. Take turns with me!" I thought to myself desperately. 

I rolled over and the sun was right in my face. I couldn't believe I had woken up! I squinted my eyes at the early morning light and felt for my husband. He had already left for work. Or did he even come home? 

That sick feeling that was beginning to feel like a familiar fucked up friend returned. But not today! I wasn't going to let him take this day from me. I had my club picked out and now I just had to find a couple of ways to fill my day. 

I considered briefly taking out one of my toys or putting my fingers in my pussy and finishing my fantasy from my dream but I smiled as I thought to myself: I am going to save it, save all of it for the lucky man (or maybe men if my dream was any indicator of the future.) I would give them all of it. Every last drop of my cum and all of these pent up feelings of wanting to be desired. 

For some reason my mind flashed to that cute little red head, my husband's adorable secretary who wore too much makeup. Fuck her. I thought. Today was my day. My special day, leading up to my fun-dick-filled night. That's the spirit. I told myself. Now, where do I start?

I bounced out to the kitchen. Fuck you Eeyore, Tigger's back! I smiled as I hit brew on the Keurig. I stripped off my panties and my new Star Wars tank. I left a little trail of my clothing from the kitchen to the shower. He hates when I don't pick up my clothes. Funny thing is when we were dating he thought it was cute. Shortly after marriage and then his promotion he began to find it irritating. 

I stopped and looked in the mirror at my tan skin and curvy figure. My ass was so big and round, it really was a sight to behold. I always felt so fortunate that I was gifted with the tits AND the ass. I sort of felt bad for girls who were given one but not the other or even worse, none at all. 

My shower was quick because I knew I'd take another right before leaving for the club. I threw on a comfy sun dress, tossed my messy black hair on top of my head and secured it with a hair tie, added a little lip gloss some flip flops and poured my coffee in a to-go cup. I silenced the ringer on my phone; I knew one call from him and I would change my mind. All I had to do was hear his voice and I'd have second thoughts. 

I was out the door and headed for south Phoenix. There was a lingerie shop in a slightly shady neighborhood I had always wanted to try. My husband always said, "it looks scary from the outside and who knows what goes on inside." Well, I was about to find out. 

I pulled into the parking lot. First thing I noticed was how clean it was. Absolutely no litter anywhere. It was as if someone who worked there had the same thought as me: "trash in the parking lot would make this a trashy place" and made it their mission to keep it clean. I was nervous to go in but the excitement was a welcome feeling over the neglect and sadness that seemed to be dominating my life those past few months. I felt intoxicated with empowerment and new experiences. 

The moment I walked in I felt at ease. The first few glimpses I got were of sexy outfits, some whips, and these amazing wigs! I have had black hair my whole life so I wanted to try one on immediately. A blond lady maybe a few years older than me walked up. She had an air of confidence about her that felt comforting. She welcomed me in a truly genuine fashion, like we were old friends and she knew I was coming. 

"How can I help you, baby?" She said this like she was my mom and I instantly wanted to tell her everything. 

I kept the details to myself, though, and just replied with, "I need something special, something different, something BOLD for tonight." Looking back at the wigs again, I said, "Make me a different person."

She glanced back to where I had looked and in a smooth tone, almost like my fairy godmother, she said, "You like the wigs, do you?" 

"I really do! But I've never worn one before." 

"Come on over here and we'll try some on." 

She took my hand and walked me over to the wig display. She placed me in front of a mirror and stood behind me. She placed the outside of her hand on my cheek and brushed it softly. 

"You have a beautiful olive complexion and perfect skin," she said. 

With her touch I instantly felt a tingle just below my belly button. "Tell me what you're thinking about," she said.

I was thinking about kissing her. About her mouth on mine. I imagined her pinning me to the wall as she made her way down my neck and straight to my breasts. She made me feel like I was the only customer she had ever had. It was embarrassing when I realized this was her job and she probably made everyone feel this way. 

"Umm...What do you mean?" I replied awkwardly.

Just then our eyes met in the mirror and she smiled. "I mean, what colors are you considering?" 

"Of course!" my usually olive cheeks actually flushed and I felt the blood run right to my head. "Uh, something different, something bold, maybe fiery. Maybe...red? But I am totally open to your professional opinion," I added nervously.

She pulled a beautiful wig off the shelf. It was long and red but not coppery like the clown face my husband had been plowing. It was more of a burgundy. She placed it against my face and said, "I think this is the perfect color for you." 

She placed a net over my natural hair, to prevent fly-aways I guessed, and then gently put the wig on my head, straightening it so it was perfectly in place. She put part of it behind one of my shoulders, caressing the nape of my neck as she did this. I could feel her breath on my back and the tingle returned. 

She looked at me proudly, like I was her project and suggested we make our way over to lingerie to find "just the perfect thing for my sexy curves." 

I couldn't help but feel like a shy little school girl when she said that. A little corner of my soul wanted to ask her what she was doing tonight and ditch all my plans for the swingers club. Imagine his reaction if he came home and found us in bed together?? Maybe that's just what our marriage needed, but his secrets meant the childish part of me needed secrets of my own before I was willing to share a beautiful woman with him. 

I watched her walk a few steps in front of me and she really was beautiful. She had the kind of legs I had always wanted. Not that men ever complained about mine but hers were long and strong and wore her short skirt just like it was meant to be worn.  

She turned at me quickly and looked at me in an almost surgical fashion. Her eyes darted from my hips to my waist to my breasts. 

"You're a double D, right? So you'll probably want something with a little support." She started rifling through hangers until she came to something white. "I know it's white and kind of innocent but it's still very sexy and extremely naughty. I think it matches your personality," she said with a smile that made me tingle again. 

I wanted her confidence, I wanted her ability to make people feel so special in just a matter of moments.

"Tonight I will channel her!" I thought as I followed her into the dressing room. 

Once in the dressing room she very casually asked if I wanted her help. She added, "Rob is in the toy and movie section helping other customers." She pointed out that I was her only customer and as early in the day as it was I would probably be her only one until after noon. 

"I would love that. You've been great so far," I told her thankfully. 

We looked in the mirror together again, with her behind me. She must have been a good five inches taller than me. Like a mother to a child, she gently untied the straps of my sundress and in one swift movement, like only a woman with the understanding of women's clothing could do, my dress was gone. I stood there in light blue boy shorts and no bra.

Instinctively my hands went right over my breasts. She looked at me with kind eyes and slowly removed my hands one at a time. 

"You're a beautiful girl. Don't ever cover yourself up like that." 

I turned and looked at her and I could hear the sound of our breath. Hers was relaxed but shallow. Mine was shaky. She ran her hands down my shoulders and the length of my arms leaving a trail of goose bumps as she did this. 

"We need to remove these boy shorts if we want to get the full impact this lingerie is going to make on your beautiful body." She dropped to her knees and pulled them gently off my hips. Slowly they slid down my round ass. She had so much poise, so much patience, like she was unwrapping the birthday gift she had been waiting on for years. 

She slid her hands down my thighs and I could feel her breath on my pussy. I was sure she would see a wet spot on my panties as she lowered them down my legs. I was filled with the sweet scent of my own sex as I am sure she was too. She lowered them down to my ankles. As I took one foot out at a time her eyes never left my pussy. 

Her desire for me was almost overwhelming. I wanted to grab her head and shove her face in my sweet pussy where it belonged. As the thought occurred to me I let out a soft moan. Embarrassed once again my hands instinctively covered my pussy. She patiently but firmly removed them. 

"What did I say to you earlier?" Her voice was controlled yet firm. 

When she took the lingerie off the hanger I was instantly thankful I chose to have her accompany me in the dressing room and not just due to her insanely intense sex appeal. The outfit looked so complicated with all of the white lace and satin and small little hooks and buttons and ribbons. 

"Technically this is from the bridal section of lingerie." She glanced down to my wedding ring, looked back at my face and said, "though I have a feeling this isn't for your husband. I thought the white would complement your complexion and deep down I sort of enjoyed the thought of someone unwrapping you and making you theirs for the evening." She gave me an understanding wink.

Once again she was on her knees as she slowly rolled one white stocking up to my thigh and then the other. She made it look so easy. The few times I had worn thigh highs I think I struggled more putting them on myself than she did. 

"There," she said as she gripped my legs holding them in place while squatting on the back of her heels. Once again my pussy was right in her face and I could feel her warm breath. 

"You have such a pretty little pussy," she said to me and that was it. It was like that was all I needed to hear. My knees were weak and I was brought back to my dream from the night before. All the men staring at my pussy longingly, hungrily and now this. I wasn't sure if I could really save myself for tonight. I wanted her so bad. 

She rose up, all business, and placed the corset over my torso and took her time buttoning each little snap. The corset made my tits look amazing and really accentuated my curves. The boning ran from my ribs all the way down to my hips where the garter began. 

She attached the garter to my stockings, stood up, held my arms out once again like an adoring mother to a child and said, "You look so sweet and so sexy and it really goes with the hair!" 

She looked down at my pussy again and smiled and then sort of laughed, covering up her mouth. "Uh oh, looks like I may have forgotten something." And once again she reminded me of a fairy godmother, only it wasn't the shoes she forgot it was the tiny white panties that I knew would ride right up my ass the moment I had them on.

"Well, you get the idea," she said and we both smiled. I looked in the mirror and I liked the way the lingerie covered my stomach and my tits with just the mound of my pussy showing and my round ass out the back. I knew my pussy would look so cute and supple once I had it all shaved. 

I gave her a big hug, pressing my tits against her, and told her how much I appreciated her time and attention. My pussy was throbbing and my hard nipples rubbed against the satin of the corset. I was sort of waiting for something else to happen but I did take into consideration she was working. 

"SHOES!" she yelled, bringing me back to reality. 

We picked some killer shoes out. "This is where the strippers shop for their shoes. That's why we have so many different kinds." 

We also picked out some sensual lotions, body wash and shave cream. I didn't want to leave. I felt like I had made a new friend, the kind of friend you can talk to and fuck but I assured her I would be back to shop. I waved goodbye heading for my next appointment. Mani/pedi! Everything had to be perfect for tonight. 

As I walked into the salon I remembered the last time I was here. I had come to get a mani/pedi but sprung for the Brazilian wax "Hollywood" style where they remove all the hair on your pussy with not even a landing strip. 

When I had been taken into the back room I had been a little disappointed that I never got the one and only male technician they had. That particular day I was really craving the touch of a man, especially during something so intimate as the full wax treatment. 

When I had arrived home later that day I greeted my husband at the door wearing nothing but a school girl skirt and a tight white tank top with knee high socks. I had jumped in his arms, handed him a paddle and purred, "Daddy I've been a bad little girl." To my surprise he had looked at me with more irritation than lust and told me he was only home for a quick shower and had to go meet the big boss for dinner. 

My attention was brought back to reality as a small Asian woman greeted me and showed me to my massage chair. To my surprise the male technician came right over to me and asked me what I wanted. As I explained to him how I wanted my nails and toes to look I started the vibration function on my chair. I felt the sensation start at my ass and thighs and move right up my pussy. It was such a distracting feeling as this young man took my foot and began to massage. 

He massaged so deeply and with the power not a single one of those women held in their small hands. I thought today truly was my lucky day! For a brief moment I considered going to the casino after this just to try my luck at some Black Jack. I decided I wouldn't push it though. 

I looked down at his large hands on my foot and we made eye contact. He had kind, dark brown eyes and a sensuality about him that comes from working in the service industry and pleasuring people, most of whom were women, all day long. As he stared in my eyes and made his way up my calves he made my whole body melt in his hands. 




Sweet Revenge



I felt all the stresses of the last six months fall away. I leaned my head back and as if to bring my attention back to him I felt his hands sliding right up my thighs. I wondered how high he would go. My sundress sat at the very tops of my thighs and I was convinced if I spread my legs a little bit he would see my little pussy that had been dying to get fucked since I went to bed the night before.

As his hand traveled closer to the edge of my dress my mind screamed, "KEEP GOING!" but of course, I couldn't say it out loud. I dared myself to spread my legs. I was feeling a little nervous about it but I convinced myself it would give me the courage I would need tonight at the swingers club. I didn't want to just show him my panties though. I wanted him to see my pussy. I wanted to offer it to him. 

I reached down to the table next to me, never taking my eyes away from his. He continued to massage my thighs never passing the line of my skirt like there was a barricade he couldn't pass. I picked up a magazine and placed it over my lap, I reached down between my legs under the magazine and pulled my panties to the side of my pussy lips. I gently brushed a finger across my swollen clit, removed the magazine and spread my legs. 

His eyes broke away from mine and he looked right down into my swollen, ready mound. I gave him my naughty smile and he just stared. I think I even saw him lick his lips. He continued to give me the treatment of a lifetime and when he finished I told him I still needed my Brazilian.

He walked me to the room in back that was nice, clean and peacefully decorated with a little fountain on a stand and dim lighting. He instructed me to lie down on my back. After asking me if I was comfortable he applied a generous amount of talcum powder to my pussy and a little on my inner thighs. Then he dipped a wooden stick into a small crock pot of hot honey wax and drizzled it all over my pussy lips. He lowered the stick to sort of rub it in and his knuckle brushed my clit. 

It took every ounce of my self-control not to beg him to fuck me right then and there. At this point I was so worked up I wasn't sure if I could contain this orgasm for one lucky man tonight, or men or maybe a man and a woman. At this point I just wanted to get fucked like my life depended on it. 

He did the same thing on the other side and rubbed my clit once more, just brushing it. Once he was satisfied with the wax he placed a cloth strip over it, pushing it in and again "accidentally" pushing on my clit as he did this. I was dripping at this point and I could feel it on my thighs. 

He brought me out of my trance when he suggested he could do something for me to keep the pain to a minimum when pulling off the strip. Although truthfully the pain never bothered me and I found it more of an interesting pain than anything else I was intrigued by his offer and wanted to hear more. He told me that for some of his friends he would gently lick and suck on their nipples while he pulled the strip off and if I wasn't uncomfortable he would do the same for me. 

He was very professional in his description and offer so following suit, I said "I would like that very much" very casually almost like choosing the gel nails over the typical polish. 

He untied my sun dress, which at this point was pulled up around my waist for the waxing, and he pulled my titties out one at a time. My nipples were hard before he even touched them. I was filled with anticipation. He looked at me much like a doctor would a patient and asked if I was ready. "I'm ready." 

He played with my nipples between his thumb and his forefinger. I moaned out loud. He then placed my nipples gently between his lips and sucked them switching back and forth from one breast to the next in such a way that made me think he was insatiable for my titties. He could happily play with them all day. 

He then reached down and tore the wax strip off my pussy. It was almost an erotic sensation with the breast play. He did this again and again until I was perfectly bare of any hair on my pussy and my ass. 

He then spread my legs as far apart as he could. I wasn't sure what was coming but I was ready for almost anything at this point. I felt something somewhat cold dripping all over my pussy and then he took both of his hands and rubbed it in, starting inside my thigh and moving to my pussy, rubbing the lips up and down, making sure to brush against my clit as he did this. 

Once everything was rubbed in he asked me to get on my hands and knees. I flipped over and did just what he asked. I felt the same cold drips on my cheeks then felt his large hands massaging my round ass. This is when I heard him let out a moan. He rubbed, getting closer to my asshole and making sure to flick his thumb over it as his hand passed by. 

After a long ass massage he gave me a little spank on one of my cheeks that I wished was harder and said very professionally, "You are all set to go, miss." He gave me his card and I gave him a large tip and assured him he would be the only one I would see at this salon. It occurred to me then why I had never gotten him by chance before. No doubt this man was booked solid on a regular basis. 

The evening was just a short time away. I needed to get showered and dressed and ready for the club. I had butterflies and I wasn't sure my pussy could take anymore teasing. I was going to last thirty seconds with someone tonight. 

I looked down at my phone and to my surprise my husband had called and texted several times. I shrugged my shoulders as I tossed my phone on the kitchen counter. "Guilty conscience," I thought. Or maybe he sensed something was going on. Like women, some men had a sixth sense about these things. 

I considered all of the calls and texts he had ignored from me and took out a nice bottle of red wine. I pulled out a beautiful pear shaped crystal glass and thought of how it looked a little like me. I filled it almost to the top and it brought me back to the fruit in my dream. So round and plump and ripe with color. I thought about how bad those old men wanted to fuck me. I was throbbing from my belly button down to my knees. 

I laid my new lingerie and wig on my bed with my new shoes on the floor. All I needed was some sort of long coat to cover up just to get me from my car to the club. I sipped my wine as I went through my closet. 

Not finding anything, I went to my husband's side of the closet and there it was. All black and sexy. It would be a little big on me but I thought I might resemble that perfect cute look of a little girl playing dress up. 

I set my wine down and jumped in the shower. It felt so good to wash away all of my wetness and get fresh and clean again. I mean I like being wet as much as the next girl but this was too much and was getting to be uncomfortable. I wanted to be extra soft, smelling (and tasting) delicious and clean for the person or people I would hopefully meet tonight. 

And there I was just a couple hours later ready to walk into the club, holding my little leather clutch to match my shoes and my long overcoat to give me some discretion between the parking lot and inside. I felt nervous as I approached the doorman wearing a suit and a walkie talkie. 

"I would like to buy a single ticket for the evening, please."

He elevator eyed me then looked right at my face and said, "You're coming here by yourself?" 

"Ummm yeah, why, is that not OK?" I read the website and that seemed to be an option." I suddenly felt like the new kid at school. 

"Oh no, I'm sorry. It's completely fine. I mean, it's great really," he said with a smile. "I only wish I was a patron tonight instead of an employee. Unicorns are rare." 

"Unicorns?" I asked awkwardly. Again feeling as if I was missing something.

"Oh, it's nothing. And there's no charge for you tonight." 

After the day I had I entered Encounters with new found confidence and a love for my body I hadn't felt in sometime. I glanced around half paranoid I would see someone I knew and also interested in seeing someone completely new. At the bar a nicely dressed black man turned my way. Our eyes met and he gave me a familiar ease you only have with certain people. 

He walked right over to me carrying a Heineken in his hand. "Hey, what's up baby girl?" he said. His voice was deep and sexy. He had broad shoulders and a muscular build. He was much taller than me. I guessed him a couple inches over 6 feet. He had full lips and a friendly smile. 

"Hi." I said shyly. 

He lifted one of his arms and was already in the process of removing my coat before adding, "Can I take your coat?" 

After he removed my coat he gave me a long stare first in the front and then the back. 

"Damn girl, you never need to cover any of you up! Especially THAT!" he said while staring at my ass. 

For some reason, I'm not really sure why, maybe embarrassment, maybe a lifetime of comments about my ass, maybe the fact that I had just thought about my husband and that heavy make-up red head, I looked at him and rolled my eyes. 

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?!" he demanded with such indignation it kind of took me by surprise. 

First I gave him an innocent look and tried to lie, "Uh, no, I don't think so." I said. 

"Now you're going to stand in front of me and lie about it right to my face?" 

"Uh umm, I guess I maybe kinda did and I'm really sorry about that." I felt like a little kid in the cookie jar. 

"You're going to come sit at the bar and have a drink with me and we're going to talk about why you think it's OK to roll your eyes at me. But first why don't you march that thick ass of yours into the bathroom and take off that red wig. I want to see what you look like without it. You're too beautiful to be someone else. I can tell you that much right now."

I walked to the bathroom and thought about how I found his dominance refreshing. My husband was on the dominant side but not with me lately anyway. Unless it had to do with me picking up my clothes strewn through house. I had a feeling this man would make my choices for the evening easy enough and maybe if I was lucky he would fuck me like I deserved to be fucked. 

I went in the bathroom and removed my wig, then the net and shook my natural hair loose. It looked wild but that was typical. I smiled at myself and reapplied my red lipstick, eager for what the next couple of hours would have in store. I walked back to the bar where he was waiting. 

He smiled a sweet smile at me, "That looks so much better. You are stunning. And I'm not just talking about that thing you got behind you." He took another long look before I sat and then he laughed. His face was genuinely handsome, chiseled and sexy. His eyes were engaging and bright. I had never dated a black man before in fact, I had never even kissed one. 

"Now sit down, I'll get you a drink and you explain to me why you think it's OK for you to behave like that." 

"Behave like what?" His good looks and confidence had completely disarmed me. 

"You already forgot?" He rubbed his large hands together and looked at me. "I really want to spank you for being so disrespectful. That ass of yours along with your attitude has my palms twitching."

"Oh my gosh, you're talking about when I rolled my eyes at you." I gave him my most innocent smile and asked him with genuine regret to forgive me.

"Those big eyes have you thinking you can treat a man like me a certain way, then say sorry, and I'll let it go?" He glanced down at my wedding ring. "Your husband let you treat him like that? You need a man that can handle you, don't you baby girl?"  

He licked his lips seductively and placed a hand on the inside of my thigh. "We both know why you're here. Finish your drink and come with me. I can tell you're new at this so we're going to start in a private room."

I eagerly finished my wine, he took my hand and led me down a hallway. We were catching a lot of stares, especially me in my lingerie. I could tell he was proud to have me on his arm. We went into a room painted in beige with a painting of an ocean on the wall. There was a small lamp, a king size bed and table and chairs off to the side. 

He shut the door, grabbed me by the back of my hair and kissed me long, hard and passionately. He looked me in the eyes still holding onto my hair and I winced at the pain. 

"Now you're going to be a good girl, you're going to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness with daddy's big dick in your mouth. You understand me?" 

I nodded my head yes as best I could. 

He made me so wet. He felt like just the cure I needed and we had only just begun. I got on my knees and unbuttoned his pants. I placed my hand on the head of his dick and pulled it out. It was so big it had length and girth. It throbbed in my hand. 

"Now use both hands to stroke daddy's dick. Daddy likes it good and wet so use a lot of spit. The better daddy's dick gets sucked the less baby girl gets punished for being disrespectful. Understand?"

"Yes," I answered

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Good girl, now get to work. Show daddy what you can do." 

I placed one hand on the base of his shaft and one at the middle and I stroked it up and down while I worked the head with my tongue, spitting on it to get it nice and wet all over. I looked up at him and we made eye contact. He pushed my hair back gently and told me what a good, good girl I was. 

"Now let go of daddy's dick and put your hands behind your back. Lean the back of your head against the wall while daddy fucks your face. Be a good little girl and take it deep." 

He popped his dick in my mouth and fucked my throat deeper than I had ever taken it. I could barely breathe but I loved the sensation. 

"Keep your hands right where they are. I'm not done yet." 

He looked me in the eyes again and I thought they must look ready to pop out of my head. Just when I thought I couldn't handle another moment he helped stand me up and walked me over to the bed. 

"Take those panties off." 

I took the panties off and just like at the lingerie shop I was left in nothing but a corset, garter and stockings. All white. He sat on the bed, pulled me to him between his legs, pulled my corset down to expose my tits and started to lick and kiss the nipples. 

"You sucked my dick like a good little girl now I am going to go easy on you this time." 

I looked at him a little surprised by the words "this time" and he said, "Oh yeah, trust me, a man like me finds a girl like you with an ass like that and he don't let her go. You're going to be my bitch before you know it. Now lay that ass over daddy's lap." 

I laid down kind of nervous just due to his size and strength. He took a little time to rub each cheek and then he said, "don't ever disrespect me like that again. I don't tolerate eye rollin. You understand? Answer me."

"Yes, daddy."

And then his hand came down hard on my round ass. It stung and it burned but it made me feel alive and I loved it. He did this enough times that I started to squirm. The feeling of pain mixed with pleasure was mind blowing. 

Right when I thought he was done he spread my ass cheeks and spit right into my asshole. He took one of his fingers and shoved it right in my hole moving it in and out. I couldn't help but squeal and kick my feet. 

"Damn, girl. Has no one ever fucked this tight little ass before?" 

I shook my head no. 

"At some point you have to give daddy this tight little asshole." 

I shook my head no again thinking about his huge dick and not wanting to be split in half. I started to squirm again under his big hands. 

"You stay still for five more like a good girl and we're done." 

He counted to five coming down with a hard slap each time and I jumped off of him covered in sweat just trying to catch my breath. He instructed me to lay down on the bed but to keep the rest of my lingerie on. 

"I like you in white. It's a good color." 

I laid down and he gently kissed my forehead, then the tip of my nose, then my lips. He ran his hand down my body and put his fingers on my clit. He started to rub it while whispering in my ear, "You're my girl now, you go home and you tell your husband this pussy is mine." 

The thought of this put me over the edge after all of the build up all day long and I almost came in thirty seconds just like I knew I would. But he stopped abruptly and said, "I need to taste you." 

He made his way down my body, spreading my legs hard and wide. "Keep them just like this." 

His tongue went right for my clit and my knees instantly closed. He grabbed them firmly and said again, "Keep them just like this unless you want to go over daddy's lap again." 

He shoved his whole face in there hard. Licking and sucking he was devouring my pussy with a hunger I had never experienced. I was a little embarrassed to be squirting all over his face in a matter of moments. 

Thinking he would get mad about how I completely lost control, I apologized right away. He rolled over taking me with him and sitting me on his chest. He rubbed my wet pussy all over his chest and stomach. "Daddy loves his little girl nice and wet. Now get ready, the best is yet to come."

Without even giving me a chance to steady myself he pushed me backward and slammed his entire cock right into my pussy. Looking in my eyes he asked me, "Do you want me to fuck you like a dirty little slut?" 

"YES!" I begged. 

He pulled my hair again, arching my neck backwards and said in my ear, "What are you going to tell that husband of yours when you get home?!" 

For some reason the thought: "if he even is home" popped into my head out of nowhere and at that moment I rolled my eyes again. Not at him, not at this sexy situation we had going on but at the fact my husband never comes home anymore! 

He stopped, got off of me and said, "Did you just roll your mother fuckin' eyes AGAIN!?"

"Oh, shit, I'm really sorry. It wasn't at you. It wasn't about this. I was thinking of something else. I am so so sorry."

"Wait a minute, you're thinking about something else while I am drilling you with this dick?" 

"No, not really, not exactly..." I stammered. 

"Shut the fuck up, get on all fours, put your arms down flat and your face in the sheets, arch that fucking back and put that ass in the air!"

I did just what he said. He positioned himself behind me, put one foot right on top of my head pushing me into the sheets and started fucking my pussy hard and deep from a side angle. 

I started screaming, "It's so fucking deep!" and then begging, "please, daddy, fuck me harder!" 

He turned so he was completely behind me and stuck a finger in my asshole all while his dick was balls deep, literally filling me fuller than I have ever been. 

"Now where were we? What are you going to tell your husband when you get home?" This time he was much more firm. 

"That this pussy belongs to you now." 

"Good girl. Next time daddy's gonna stretch this little asshole and maybe that will teach you a lesson in respect."

With that thought I couldn't contain myself. I was pushing back on him hard and fast, begging for more even though I felt like I was ripping open. He fucked me so good, I was cumming again. This time harder. I collapsed on the bed. My body was shaking. I was light headed and I truly thought I might pass out. 

"Get your ass back up here." He pulled me by the hair again but this time off the bed. He walked me like a dog to the full length mirror in the corner. 

"Look at yourself, you're a dirty little slut. Aren't you?"

I nodded my head yes as best I could with my hair wrapped tightly in his hand. 

"Now you're going to watch yourself get fucked." And he pulled my hair back further. With his other hand he guided his big cock into my tight pussy and slammed forward. I screamed and saw the look of pain on my own face. 




Sweet Revenge



"What do whores get?" He asked. 

"Fucked hard by their daddies?" I answered hoping it was the correct reply. 

"That's exactly what they get." 

He continued to fuck me hard and deep. My pussy was raw. I halfway wondered if I would be able to walk later. Still with his hand wrapped in my hair we made eye contact in the mirror. 

"You gonna make daddy cum like a good girl?" 

"YES!"

I could tell by the intense look on his face he was getting close. Words could not begin to describe how much pleasing him turned me on. He pulled his dick out of my pussy, brought my face close to his dick and ribbon after ribbon of cum poured out all over my face and down my big titties, spattering my bridal lingerie. 

We cleaned up and laid in the bed together for a little while. I drifted off, but only for a few moments. I woke up idly spinning my wedding ring and hungry for fruit. Big juicy, sweet fruit just like the ripe oranges and plump apples in my dream.



Sweet Revenge



Jimmy drove quietly lost in memories of his initial introduction to what is popularly referred to as glory holes. He just turned 18 and wanted to do the things that were denied to him till now. He couldn't drink yet, however, what he really wanted to do was go to one of those adult bookstores, the ones with the video booths in the back.

He had traveled just out of town so he wouldn't be spotted by anyone he knew. It was one of those small buildings with no windows and a large sign out front. "PlayRoom Boutique. He parked in the back just on the chance that someone he knew would drive by and see his car.

Jimmy remembered how nervous he was the first time he walked into that place. Rumor had it that homosexual men lurked around these places looking for boys and though he didn't consider himself homophobic, he was still a little apprehensive. 

He stepped down the stairs and through the door. Immediately his senses were barraged by sights of dildos hanging from the walls as well as magazines of every sort showcasing an endless variety of lewd acts. This was teenager heaven he thought as he began to browse.

Though he liked much of what he saw, he could never take one of these home. His mother would not approve. Jimmy often thought that his mother should get out and have some fun...date even. She was a striking woman with many years of partying left in her. Instead, she left three times a week for bingo like clockwork.

After several minutes, Jimmy made his way to the back of the store where a doorway separated the retail sales area from the video booth area. It was unusually dark back here, he thought as he walked through. As an open booth came into view, Jimmy took the opportunity to slip inside. It was small with a bench across from a small TV screen. The only controls he could see was a coin slot and a single lit button that said "Next".

He was glad he had stopped for change because he would be far too self-conscious to approach the register. Excited now, Jimmy inserted the first coin which brought the screen to life. Images of a woman sucking off a large cock lit up the small compartment. Enjoying this one but still curious he pushed the "Next" button. This channel showed a stiff prick plunging in and out of a black woman's ass.

He'd seen porno videos before, had looked at magazines before but the idea of having several to choose from was very thrilling to him. The notion that he was watching it in public was also stimulating to him. He found that he had to adjust himself as to allow room for his growing cock in his pants. His eyes glued to the screen, Jimmy began rubbing himself through his jeans while he flipped through the channels of eroticism.

"Hey sweetie," whispered a distinctly feminine voice.

Jimmy's attention was immediately drawn to a hole that was rather large remained unnoticed until now. A hand with purple nail polish reached through crooking a finger in a gesture that he took for him to approach. He stood, curious as to what the woman wanted, and began to march out the door.

His progress was halted as he found the door blocked by something. Confused now, the young man prepared to push harder against the door, that is until he felt a hand rubbing his crotch. Afraid to move, he just stood there, peering down as the long fingers outlined his stiff member through his jeans.

Numbly he watched the fingers gracefully undid his belt and proceeded to undo the snap and fly. The clothes had nothing more to hold them around his waist and fell to his knees. The woman's hands were cold as the reached under his underwear and grasped the shaft of his pulsing shaft. 

Once released from it's confines, it sprang to its full length which was guided through the hole in the door. He stood, pressed up against the thin wooden door, while his prick disappeared through the hole. He closed his eyes as he felt soft, tender lips surround the head and begin sliding over it.

The situation was too much for his youthful arousal and though he tried to stop it, he couldn't help but begin spewing his load into the unseen mouth. He thought his legs would give way at first but somehow he held himself in place as he felt the throat muscles gulping down his seed until he was spent. Afterwards, his prick was thoroughly licked clean before it was released to the cold air.

Feeling a bit dizzy, Jimmy sat down on the bench, his sagging, glistening dick laying against his leg. "Wow," he thought. "This is a teenager's heaven."

It was a week of hanging out at the bookstore everyday before the incident was repeated. This time, he thought it was a different woman who whispered into his booth. He could even feel the difference in the lips and of course the technique. In fact, as the weeks progressed and he received several more blow jobs through the hole in the door, he realized that there were several different women. It became a habit to imagine what the women looked like as they were sucking him off.

He even began trying to exit the booth fast enough to catch a glimpse of them. They were always gone before he could get his pants up and fastened. He was determined today to catch a peek at one of the women that had been sucking his cock for the last several months.

He speculated that they did not run out of the bookstore, otherwise he would have seen them by now. Realizing that they indeed had probably been entering one of the booths and waited for him to leave before exiting the store.

Jimmy entered the booth and started the video as usual, waiting for them to make the first move. He didn't have long to wait as within the first quarter, he saw a hand motioning him forward. Swiftly, the young man dropped his pants and underwear as he enjoyed doing. He liked the feel of being naked in this public place. He rested his member into the waiting hand which guided it through the opening.

This one was new, he thought as he felt the distinctive rhythm of her lips and the swirling of her tongue over the head. She didn't use her hand very much as most are apt to do. This one, thought Jimmy bobbed her head steadily, firmly encircling the flesh. The woman sucked his cock tirelessly massaging the shaft, while her hands played with his balls. It was not long before he reached the point of no return, holding the flow back by sheer act of will. When he could resist no longer his sperm was shot out hitting the back of her throat repeatedly until she could not swallow fast enough. He could her choke a bit but recovering quickly and consuming it all.

Before long she released him. Jimmy waited until he heard the door closed to confirm his suspicions to exit the room. He walked to his car, which he had parked as to give him a clear view of the door.

As it turns out, he only had to wait a few moments until a woman with long dark hair emerged. She walked across the parking lot and finally he got a clear view of the woman who had drained his cock only a few moments ago. In a bewildered state he stared at her walk to a familiar car.

"Mom?" he called as he advanced upon her.

The woman swiveled quickly, fear burning across he face. She looked at her son as though he were a ghost waiting for this nightmare to be over.

"Mom, is that you?"

"Oh my..."

"You...I mean it was you."

"No, it couldn't be," she said in shock.

"Yes it could," he said almost laughing.

"This isn't funny Jimmy. This is wrong."

"Why?"

"I'm your mother."

"So what, I loved it."

"No, Jimmy...I have to go. I have to think about this."

"No! You can't go."

"What?"

"I don't want you to go."

"I need to go. I need to figure this out."

"I want to do it again."

Horrified, Janet looked at her son. "No Jimmy...Go home."

"I'll tell."

"What?"

"I'll tell everyone what you did...Sucked my dick...I'll tell people."

Horror turned to anger as she stared at her son that she thought she knew.

"You can't mean that."

"Yes, I do. If you don't do what I want, I'll tell."

Janet felt the tears begin to stream down her cheeks

"Oh no," asserted the uncaring youth. "Tears aren't going to work. Come on, there's someplace I want to go, he said gleefully as he got into her car."

Janet knew she had very little choice at this point. If he made good on his threat, it would ruin her. Wiping her face, she got in next to her son. "Where to?"

Jimmy proceeded to guide her across town and as they pulled up on a baseball game, she was instructed to take a dirt road. It wound around the field where a girl's softball game was being held. Their course took them behind a grove of trees behind the dugout. Jimmy had often come here to make out with one girl or another. They usually ended up leaving when they heard what he wanted to do.

As instructed Janet parked and followed Jimmy into the trees. She could here the sounds of the game as people cheered and bats softballs were struck. She began to get nervous. "Jimmy there are people just through the trees."

"Naw...there's a really high fence blocking us. No one will see."

Jimmy stopped about 20 feet from the extremely high fence. Janet watched in panic as her son's jeans and underwear fell to his ankles. "Here?!" she cried.

"Yes," he ordered as his prick rose slowly to erection. "Suck my cock mother."

Again her tears welled up in her eyes. "Please Jimmy."

"You know you want to. You know you liked it the first time."

"I didn't know it was you."

"It won't matter when I tell people."

Though she sobbed in shame, she reluctantly accepted the inevitable. She knelt at her son's feet and through whimpers guided his prick into her mouth. She closed her eyes as she could no longer stand to look at her son. 

"No...Like you did before."

Janet hesitated only for a moment before beginning her technique. Gliding her lips over his organ, recalling the delight she felt as she sucked his cock in the bookstore. That was before she knew though. Now...?

Janet's tongue slithered over the contours of his stiff meat remembering every inch from earlier. Sucking cock was an addiction for her, she accepted this years ago. She swore it would never affect her son. Her oath crumbled to dust as she slowly sucked her son's cock.

"Yes! Here it comes Mommy. Drink it all down."

She braced herself as Jimmy's muscles tensed and jettisoned the first wad. She swallowed that one just as the cock in her mouth began peppering her with a bombardment of his sperm. It washed down her throat sending an unwanted thrill through her body and down to her clit. It was not unusual for cum to make her climax though she tried to fight it in this case.

As his mother wiped the rest of his load from her chin and instinctively sipped it up, Jimmy fixed his pants and walked to the car. "This is going to be fun," he laughed. Janet couldn't believe her ears. Her son wasn't through with her yet. What was she going to do?

What they both did was go home. Janet thought for sure that Jimmy would come to his senses by morning and quit this foolishness. She prayed that the son she knew would return and she could be left in peace. She swore she would never suck another cock in one of those glory holes again if she could get through this.

Sun lit her bedroom, waking her from a deep restful sleep. She rose from bed and in a long satin night gown started for the kitchen. She didn't see her son, so got something to eat and headed back to her room. It was not until her hand touched her doorknob that she heard him.

"Mom!? ... Mom?"

"Yes dear?"

"Mom, could you come here a minute?"

Reluctantly, the woman set down her food tray and crossed the hall. She found her son's door slightly ajar, allowing her to push it open. Peering into the room, she gaped at her son, who sat up in his bed lounging against the headboard. He had kicked off his covers which revealed his cock, which he was holding in his right hand.

"Hungry?"

"Please, Jimmy...not now."

"Yes, come here and suck me off mother."

In total defeat, Janet walked over and sat next to her offspring and lowered her head to his cock. Devouring his flesh, she acknowledged defeat. In a feverish whirlwind of sucking and slurping she was determined to drain him of all of his cum. If she wore him out, maybe he'd leave her alone for a while. She ignored the fact that she was becoming wet as she worked.

It seemed to Janet that this load was larger than the last. That could be due to him being slightly drained yesterday. After all it she did suck him off twice yesterday. Though she gulped down most of it, some of the goo began oozing from her mouth as it became too much for her. It took little time to clean it up and with a facade of indifference returned to her room.

It wasn't until she was safely in her room that she leaped on the bed, hiked up her gown and stroked herself to a pillow biting climax. Ashamed, she cried herself back to sleep.

Jimmy knew when he had a good thing. He seemed to be horny even more now than before. He lay awake at night, thinking of where he wanted his mother so slurp down his cum next. 

Janet cringed as she swallowed down a huge load as his son drove on the highway. She was mortified as she was made to kneel in the bathroom of a fast-food place. In an act of utter spite her son had pulled out as he came, showering her face in his warm goo. He wouldn't let her leave until she had wiped every drop from her face, slurping it from her fingers. 

The ultimate embarrassment was the day he brought her out in the middle of nowhere. The only sign of civilization was a railroad track running about 20 feet away. He'd never forced her to strip before which put her more on edge than usual. He wanted to sit on the hood of the car with her kneeling next to him. His knees were bent and spread wide as she leaned over him as she worked his cock in and out of her mouth. He had turned on his stereo extremely loud which Janet feared would bring curious onlookers. He insisted. 

The stereo completely covered the sound of the train that passed. It was not until the whistle blew that Janet peered up from her work. She gaped in stunned stillness as the passenger train streaked by. Some covered their eyes, some laughed out loud and some looked on in lust.

Jimmy grabbed his mother's head, holding in place as he spurted the most immense, most intense eruption of cum to date. The helpless woman had no choice but to attempt to swallow it, though it was apparent that she would never be able to keep up. Only when she began go gag was her head pulled from his cock. Roughly her son, then held her by her hair as he discharged the remainder of his sperm across her distressed face.

Anger swelled up inside of her as the train passed and she was allowed to get up. In a rage, his mother began to smack him across the face with such a force that his nose bloodied and he fell to the ground. Janet had never struck him before but as her son fell on her face, she dug a knee into the small of his back and began smacking the cheeks of his ass.

There was not deliberate strategy to her attack, only a rain of smacks on her son's ass that left them red and warm. With an act of will she pulled herself away from him, cursing herself.

"No! Don't stop Mom!"

"What?"

Janet turned back watching her son pull himself into a kneeling position on the ground. Both in awe and disgust she stared at the raging hard-on that pointed to the sky.

"Your disgusting," she proclaimed as she found her clothes.

"That was great Mom, don't stop!"

"It's over Jimmy!"

"No! I'll tell!"

"Do what you must, as of now it's over between us."

Infuriated with her son, she got in the car, leaving him where he stood. He knew the way back she thought. In the time it took for her to drive home guilt rose from her brain. She allowed this to happen, not him. She is the fellatio addict that had to go around sucking cocks in strange places. By the time her son finally made it home the next day, she knew what she had to do.

Jimmy had arrived late, hitching from where his mother had left him. He couldn't be mad at her, not after what he'd done. He found his mother's door closed and the lights out so he figured he's wait till morning to talk to her. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was sound asleep.

"Jimmy?!"

Jimmy recognized instantly that his mother called from the sun room. It had a certain echo. He opened the door and peeked out, calling "Yeah?"

"You know son, one place we haven't done it is in the sun room."

He couldn't believe his ears. She was asking him for it. "I'll be right in."

Seeing no reason to get dressed, Jimmy rushed across the living room as his cock bounced with each step. Hurried as he was, he didn't notice until it was too late that there were more people than his mother in the room. He was several steps into the room before he noticed the others.

Amazing to him was they were people he knew. Mrs. Cunningham, his third grade teacher sat on the love seat next to Aunt Jackie who stared candidly at his swinging dick. Mrs. Cunningham was in her 40's with reddish, short hair. She was the sweetest teacher he'd ever had. Aunt Jackie, his Mom's sister was hot. She had long dark hair like his mother but it was long and straight like Crystal Gayle's. 

Mrs. Bell lived in back of us. She had short gray hair but a fairly pretty face and exceptionally firm breasts for her age. She might look younger, he thought, if she wore something other than the old fashioned floral patterned dresses. Now she was considered handsome. She was closest to me sitting in a chair near the entrance of the room.

"What's going on? inquired the confused young man.

"We understand that you've been giving your mother a rough time. We are here to help her out," spoke Mrs. Bell quite formally.

"Help her out?"

"Yes, you need to be straightened out young man."

Jimmy was getting a little pissed now. "Yeah, well I have to go ladies," he said as he turned to leave. By surprise Mrs. Bell caught Jimmy by the wrist and flung over her lap. Instinctively, Jimmy tried to get back up, only to be held in place as he was placed in some kind of thumb old. He couldn't move without severe pain streaking through his hand. As the completely naked young man lay across his neighbor's lap, she began to smack his bare ass. The sting caused an immediate yelp from his mouth. 

"Ow, let me go! he screamed."

His pleas only response was another smack across his butt. Looking around, the others only smiled with satisfaction and lust. The middle aged woman relentlessly besieged him with blows that brought tears to his eyes. Through cries for mercy, Jimmy abashedly realized that his cock was stiffening between Mrs. Bell's legs where it lay.

Cries of pain metamorphosed into moans as at full erection, his prick began to be pressed against Mrs. Bell's clothed thigh. The fabric of her dress rubbed his prick every time his ass was struck.

"He's about to blow," laughed Aunt Jackie.

Roughly grabbing the boy by his hair with her right hand, Mrs. Bell hoisted him to a uncertain standing position and grabbed his pulsing cock with her left. With two strokes Jimmy felt his semen jettison from his balls. Had it not been for Mrs. Bell's waiting mouth, he would have made a terrible mess.

As it was, she seized the young meat in her mouth and eagerly swallow his cum. Jimmy slumped to the floor spent. "Is that what you want Jimmy?" Asked Mrs. Cunningham?

Aunt Jackie now stood over him. We're going to abuse and humiliate you Jimmy and you're going to thank us for it. She took a foot and easily pushed him over on his back. 

"Your going to do anything we say without hesitation and we're going to drain you dry."

The woman in her 20's knelt down and grabbed hold of his prick, now shining from spit. Her hand began pumping his cock, while the others watched the show. His skin was slick and lubricated it as his Aunt's hand slid along the skin. Within minutes, his cock was throbbing again. For long minutes the pretty brunette stroked his organ in at slow deliberate pace.




Sweet Revenge



"Give it to me you little shit," she demanded angrily.

As if on command Jimmy moaned and proceeded to shoot cum all over his stomach. Streams of come spewed in a seemingly endless barrage, puddling in his belly button and dripping over the side. "Come here," she demanded as she hoisted him up by his hair. Cum dipped, now down his stomach and legs as he was led to stand in front of Mrs. Cunningham. "You have been very naughty," she said innocently as she leaned down taking long licks from his legs to button. "But you will learn not to be mean to your mother."

"We're going to play a game for the rest of the day. We are going to tell you to do something and you will immediately carry out the tasks. There will be no delay. If you become erect at anytime you must pump your penis until you ejaculate. When you are finished you may continue with the task. Is that understood?" Jimmie quite numbly nodded and then responded with "Yes Mam," as Aunt Jackie smacked his still red ass cheek.

"Now my dear, I have a covered dish in the back seat of my car. I would like you to go and retrieve it for me."

"Like this?"

Smack! Another blow to his stinging butt told him to go now. Jimmy jogged front door, looking around the suburban neighborhood to check for onlookers. Seeing none, Jimmy ran to the blue car, he knew to be hers. As he tried the passenger's side door, he found it to be locked. Frantically, the boy ran around to the passenger's side of the two door vehicle. It was also locked. As he ran for the house to get the keys, he heard the door to the neighbor's open. Trish was fourteen year old, with strawberry blonde curls who was quite developed already. At the sight of Jimmy running, naked to his house, she whistled out loud.

Suddenly the embarrassment caused a strange effect as he felt a tingle in his ball. Technically he wasn't hard so he kept running. As he leapt inside he saw that the ladies had moved into the living room so that they could watch from the big bay window. Instantly the keys were in his hand and he was ordered to continue with his orders.

With a glance, he saw that the girl next door was no longer on her porch. He sprang out the door, though running with your dick flopping around was tough. He was soon opening the door of the schoolteacher's car. Just as he was about to grab the dish in the back seat he heard a car pull around the corner. With more force than grace the boy launched himself into the back seat of the car. 

Fear told him to stay ducked in the car until he heard the car pass. He thought it almost stopped but only slowed. In torment, he realized that his cock was filling with blood and stiffening as he lay there hiding. He knew that it wasn't going down anytime soon and if he got out of the car with a raging hard-on he might have to jerk off out there.

"Smile," echoed a voice from the open front window.

In terror he sat up to find Trish smiling from behind a video camera. "Wave at the camera," she said mockingly"

"Please go away Trish," he begged.

"You mean that's not for me? she asked pointing at his rigid cock."

"I..." Jimmy stopped for a moment, seeing the faces staring at him from the window. They would punish him if he did not do it. Sorrowful as he was, he could not deny his cock was quite erect. He couldn't bare to look the girl in the eye as he took hold of his prick and began stroking it.

"All right Jimmy. This video is going to be great to pass around the neighborhood." Trying to get through this, Jimmy hastened his stroking. "Please Trish, you can't."

"Why not?"

"Please Trish!"

"Well..." Her sentence was cut off as without warning Jimmy's cock ejaculated his load of semen that soared into the air, spilling over his hand, his cock and the back seat of Mrs. Cunningham's car.

"Caught on tape," laughed Trish.

When the flow stopped, Jimmy grabbed the dish and with semen dripping from his hand pushed his way past the young girl and returned to the house. 

"Did you ejaculate all over my upholstery?"

"Uh...yes mam."

"Did you clean it?"

"You told me not to delay."

"Well I suppose you'll just have to go back and clean the seat now won't you."

"Yes..." mam, he agreed bowing his head.

"I don't think you'll have to," announced Aunt Jackie.

Everyone turned to watch Trish closing the door behind her as she climbed into the back seat. For several minutes her head disappeared until she came up licking her fingers.

"Another cum addict is born," quipped Mrs. Bell.

"Now, let's play bridge," requested Mrs. Cunningham.

Mrs. Bell looked at Jimmy. "Make us some tea will you Jimmy? You may serve it in the sun room."

Jimmy quickly went to work, boiling the water and gathering the tea bags tying to keep the state of his nudity out of his mind. He was doing well, though he assumed that was because he should be rather drained by now. He served the tea and was about to make his escape when, suddenly Mrs. Bell had a grip on his dangling penis.

"How do you like the game so far Jimmy?"

"Um..."

"Never mind. I want you to go over to my house I think it's going to rain and I believe I left a window open."

An angry look from Aunt Jackie told him he had better not protest so with a quick turn, he headed for the back door. This won't be so bad, he thought. His yard and Mrs. Bell's is lined with high trees. He should be able to make it easy. He flung open the door and raced across his yard. With only shrubbery to block his path, Jimmy just lunged through it.

He reached the backdoor of Mrs. Bell's house and bound into her kitchen. All he had to do now was close the windows and head back the way he came.

"Who is there," resonated a voice from the other room. Before he could react, a small middle aged Asian woman entered the room. "Who are you?" she asked curiously not frightened at the naked man standing not ten feet away.

"Mrs. Bell told me to come over and close the windows."

"You aren't taking another step young man. Your feet are filthy and I jut mopped the floor." She talked sternly to him though, while her eyes focused on his manhood hanging before her.

"I have to mam," he insisted.

"Before you go another step you must go out and wash your feet with the hose."

"But..."

"No buts, you go out and wash your feet now."

Frustrated as hell, Jimmy turned and walked outside. He found the hose and standing on one foot, he hosed the other off. By this time, he knew that the woman stood at the doorway, watching him. The more he tried to stop it, the worse it got. Jimmy finished cleaning his other foot and gazed down at his rising cock. 

Surmising that the woman would tell of his disobedience, he grasped his cock. The strange woman, then came out and sat in a patio chair to watch the show as he masturbated for her. Swiftly, Jimmy fingered his cock until he spilled a generous amount of cum over the patio and grass. Exhausted, he collapsed on the patio, still holding his prick.

The woman clapped and cheered in appreciation as Jimmy raised himself to his feet. He ran into the house and closed the bedroom window before returning to his house. Jimmy beat off two more times that day. Once he was told to clean the window in the kitchen, which couldn't be done without climbing onto the counter. He spilled his load into the kitchen sink and continued to clean the window.

The next was in the garage, where he was told to close it for the evening. As quick as he was, he was not quick enough to avoid being seen by a passing woman walking her dog. She only smiled and moved on when the door closed. It was too late though and he ejaculated onto the cement floor.

By the time he went to bed, Jimmy couldn't even stand let alone have any sexual thoughts. He sank into a deep sleep dreading and anticipating the games to come.



Sweet Revenge



To say she was mad was an understatement, she tapped her foot against the carpet and slammed the phone into the cradle. How dare him she thought as she leaned back staring out the window. If he thinks he can get away with that he is sadly mistaken Kate said to herself, he would regret this day for a long time. Tim had just canceled the big weekend getaway they had planned for months and she couldn't believe it. I am going no matter what she said after the moment of rage had passed, who needs him to have fun, I for one don't and I am going to prove it this weekend.

Kate drove down the winding mountain roads slowly enjoying the views of the valleys and streams that flowed down the mountainside. She needed to get away relax do some skiing and maybe even meet some new friends. She parked the car at the main entrance to the lodge, she checked in with the front desk clerk and asked what tonight's entertainment was going to be at the lounge. The clerk said it was lady's night in the lounge and that meant that the ladies were the only ones that could ask for anything and that the men couldn't ask for anything and he means nothing. Oh kind of like Sadie Hawkins then right? Yep that's the idea he said with a smile as he handed her the key to the room.

The snow was great 48" base with fresh snow expected overnight perfect conditions for a great weekend of fun. Kate headed out to the lift for a few runs down the slope to get her ski legs back after all it had been a year since she skied last. Oh my he is a hunk I sure would like to find him in the lounge tonight, she smiled as he walked past her. He noticed she was watching him and returned her smile with one of his own before heading down the slope, what a nice ass she said to herself this could be some weekend. Kate watched a few others head down the slope before she went down. The snow was perfect and she made it down with ease, ah now that was great she thought as she headed back to the lift for a second run and then back to the lodge for a hot shower and diner before checking out the lounge.

Kate looked great in the skintight jump suit that had a low cut front that showed just the right amount of bust. She admired herself in the mirror again before heading down the stairs to the lounge. As she walked slowly down the stairs she saw that all the men were sitting out in the lobby. They all watching as she walked down the stairs, Oh my, this is such a turn on all these men are wondering if I will ask them to be with me tonight. Kate felt her hips sway just enough to make every one of them smile at the thought of crawling between those well shaped legs and screwing her brains out later that evening. She didn't want to be to obvious so she turn and avoided their stare as she headed down the hall to the lounge. She felt eyes burning through her cloths and she felt the moisture begin to flow inside her cunt. As she entered the lounge she looked around and was shocked at the women sitting around the bar waiting for the men to be allowed in. Kate found a booth at the rear of the lounge and slipped into it, ordered a drink from the waiter and wondered when the men would be coming in. She sipped her drink slowly as her eyes wondered around the room, she jumped when a woman voice asked might I join you? Kate looked up to see a very beautiful woman about her age standing before her dressed in a low cut strapless dress. She had a body most men would droll over and she thought that she might be able to help her pick out a man for the night.

Yes please sit down, my name is Kate, I am Sherry it's nice to meet you she said extending her hand. Kate took her hand and was kind of shocked when she bent down and kissed her on the cheek saying us women need to stick together on nights like tonight. Kate smelled the perfume she wore and it filled her with pleasure, what's the sent you are wearing Kate asked. Its one I make myself she said with a smile I am happy you like it. Kate watched as the woman slipped into the booth beside her and motioned for the waiter to bring them another round of drinks. They talked for a few minutes Kate was almost in a trance by this beauty, she had everything a man would want and Kate found herself very attracted to her something she had never done before. It was finally 10pm and they opened the lounge to the men, they were everywhere and Kate checked each one out as they entered. Sherry leaned close to Kate and said this is the closest thing to a meat market I have ever seen. Kate laughed and said yeah your right and I can't decide which piece of meat I want. Sherry laughed along with Kate and said I'll tell you what let me pick one and we will share him tonight Ok. Kate looked at Sherry are you serious? Yes I am, I think you and me could put one of these fine young men to a real test tonight if you're up for it. Kate thought for a second, now this could be something I will never forget, she had never been with another woman during sex. Ok you pick one and we will give him a night he will never forget, Sherry smiled as she slipped out of the booth heading towards a tall blonde man talking to a woman near the bar. He smiled real big when Sherry pointed towards Kate whispered into his ear what they had planned for him tonight. He took Sherry's arm in his and walked over to the booth, this is Terry and he would love to fuck our brains out tonight Sherry said with a sly grin on her face. Kate smiled as he leaned down and kissed her lips softly his tongue slipped into her mouth.

As his hand brushed against her left breast. Kate moaned as she felt his finger touch her nipple trough the fabric of her jump suit which was very thin. Terry broke the kiss and helped Kate from the booth, shall we head up to my room ladies he said pointing towards the door.

Terry lead them to his room on the second floor and opened the door for them as he watched the two beauties enter his room. Sherry turned her arms went around Kate's waist before she knew what was happening, her lips found Kate's as she kissed her with more passion than any man ever did. The softness of another woman's lips took Kate by surprise, she responded by returning the kiss with as much passion as she could. It was the first kiss by a woman for Kate and when Sherry's tongue started to dart inside her mouth Kate felt her body respond with a tingle down in her clit. Terry moved in behind Kate, she felt his already hard cock pressing into her as his hands wrapped around the to woman. Kate's mind was in a blur she didn't think she would be kissing another woman but the feeling was wonderful and her hands went around Sherry, pulling her close she felt her breast pressing against her own and it was driving her passion beyond anything she had ever known.

Terry slid the zipper down and slowly peeled the jump suit down exposing Kate's breast, Sherry wasted no time taking her hard nipple between her lips and sucking them while her hands caressed her breast. Kate felt weak as the feeling began to grow inside her, she felt Terry's hands remover her cloths, his hands running between her legs as Sherry sucked her breast. Sherry stepped back to admire Kate's body now fully naked before her, she slipped her own blouse off while Terry caressed Kate's breast from behind, Sherry had perfect breast, large and firm with nipples that stood proud and erect. Sherry moved back close to Kate, her hands pulled Kate's head to her breast, Kate tasted another woman's breast for the first time. Oh God she thought as she sucked the hard nipple into her mouth, her hands when to her breast like she knew what she was doing caressing them as she hungrily sucked and nibbled on Sherry's nipples. Kate was excited beyond anything she had ever known she was breathing faster with each passing moment as hands touched her body from both sides. Terry moved them over to the bed and laid her down, he had already undressed, and his cock stood straight out from his body at least 8" long and thicker than any Kate had ever seen before. Sherry was naked also as she crawled between Kate's thighs, she opened them slowly kissing her inner thigh as her fingers touched Kate's clit, a moan escaped Kate as Sherry's finger opened her cunt lips exposing her swollen love button. Sherry's tongue licked through her clit causing Kate to moan louder. Terry moved to Kate's head placing his cock near her lips, Kate opened her mouth and sucked him inside, she was lost in passion, and she had his cock in her mouth and Sherry's expert tongue licking her cunt. Kate felt her cunt start to contract as the orgasm rushed through her body. She sucked more of Terry's cock inside her mouth as waves of pleasure shook her very soul.

Terry was getting close to orgasm and wanted to cum inside a wet cunt so he moved around behind Sherry, rubbed his cock head around her wet clit. She moaned as he entered her driving his cock inside her cunt till she gasp from the feeling of her cunt being fuller than she had ever had. Kate's orgasm had subsided and she watched Sherry's face contort as her orgasm flooded her body with pleasure from Terry's cock. Kate moved around so she could watch Terry fuck Sherry's cunt, she had never seen a cock fucking a cunt and it drove her wild with desire. Kate moved closer and she caressed Sherry's breast as she watched the large cock fuck her cunt. Sherry screamed as another orgasm rocked her and Terry cried out that he was cumin too. Terry pounded Sherry's cunt till his orgasm released its hold on him. Kate wanted to feel his cock and begged Terry to fuck her. Terry slipped his wet cock out of Sherry's cunt he smiled at Kate, suck me first I want to feel your lips sucking my cock, your tongue cleaning her cum from my cock. Kate jumped down before him, she sucked him hungrily tasting another woman's cunt juice's for the first time. Oh yes she moaned as the taste of Sherry's cunt filled her mouth. Kate sucked for all she was worth stroking his massive cock while she took all she could inside her mouth. Terry was getting close to orgasm another orgasm so he pulled his cock from her, pointing to the bed he said get on your hands and knees I want your ass. Kate did as she was told, she loved her ass to get fucked but she had never had such a large cock before she didn't know if she could take him in her ass.

Terry moved behind her slipped his cock inside her cunt and started fuck her, Kate went wild as he filled her cunt full of hard cock. He pounded her hard as his finger started to probe her asshole. Kate orgasm began to rock her she had one after another like never before in her life. He was driving her into a frenzy with his cock filling her cunt and his finger exploring her tight ass. Sherry moved around and placed her cunt in front of Kate, she started to lick and suck away at Sherry's cum filled cunt as Terry rammed his cock harder inside her cunt. Kate came one more time real hard when she felt his cock leave her hot cunt and then she felt the massive head start to push against her asshole, she pushed back and relaxed her anus to help him enter. Oh God she screamed as his cock began to move deeper inside her ass, Sherry pulled her head back to her cunt, fuck my ass Kate screamed as his mighty cock went farther up her tight hole. Oh yes she screamed again and again as he pumped his cock faster. Cum in my ass Kate begged as she felt another orgasm bring her into a total sexual craving for cock. Kate licked and sucked away at Sherry's wet cum filled cunt while Terry filled her ass with his hot cock. Terry was ready to cum and fucked Kate faster and harder. Kate was cumin again harder than before and Sherry started to orgasm just as Terry filled Kate's ass full of his cum. Kate bucked back to meet every trust of his cock as he filled her ass, she felt his cock spurt its hot load deep inside her ass. Terry fell against Kate in pure exhaustion while Kate recovered from her orgasm, Sherry laid back in pure satisfaction after her own orgasm from Kate's tongue lashing. Terry moved up on the bed between the two worn out ladies pulling them close as they lay together. Terry fell asleep in a matter of minutes while Kate and Sherry went to the bathroom to shower.

Kate closed the door as she pulled Sherry close to her, thank you for picking me tonight and I want you to know that I have never been with another woman before tonight. Sherry smiled as she kissed Kate lightly lets shower and then see if that hunk of cock is good for another round.