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Turning the Table

By: LeathermanCraig



Mark walked into the room and threw his tie and jacket onto the bed. He unbuttoned the tailored shirt and dropped the slacks to the floor. Getting home on Friday afternoon was always one of his favorite times. He could drop all of his office drag – the Brooks Brothers suits and shoes – and get ready for another weekend of fun. He enjoyed his job as the head of the IT department for a local financial house – having turned his mathematical and analytical talents from accounting to computers many years ago. But, it was still always such a pleasure to strip the buttoned up executive away and let the leather man within come out. He dropped his boxers to the floor and kicked them to the closet.

Standing nude in his bedroom, he admired his reflection in the mirrored wardrobe doors. For an 'office' guy in his late 30's, he was still in great shape. And he went to the gym 3 times a week to keep it that way. He was 6'2" of all American beef. They always used to call him 'the boy next door' when growing up, remarking on his wholesome and clean-cut image. He still had that clean-cut image, but now there was a bit of kink thrown in, as well. He joked sometimes that he looked like the man your mama wanted you to marry – while inside, he was the man your mama warned you about.

He stood a few moments longer, turning to give his body another once over. His dark hair was just beginning to show the slight salt & pepper of time, mostly showing on his sculpted chest. His pubes had yet to show any gray, but he knew they'd get that way sooner or later – every man's did. He kept his balls shaved and his pubes trimmed. With nearly 20 years wearing leather harnesses, jocks, chaps and other garments under his belt, he'd had a few hair pinches by unforgiving buckles and snaps. On a weekly basis, he'd stroke his cock in the shower, getting his 9 inches up and hard. He'd then set about the enjoyable task of shaving his balls. Every once in a while, one of the subs he'd meet online would want to shave them for him, and he was a willing top – giving in to another of his secret pleasures. His Oster trimmer took care of the pubes, trimming them up and keeping them neat and tidy.

He felt his cock begin to stir, plumping as the blood pumped into his veins. He immediately began to think of baseball, nuns, and computer problems – anything to get his mind off of his growing cock. He stepped to the dresser and pulled on a pair of his 'house shorts' – the ones that he'd bought strictly for wearing around the house and using as pajamas... But he only used them as pjs when he had family visiting him. Otherwise, he always slept in the nude. Feeling the cool cotton sheets against his bare ass and body was another of life's simple joys.

Mark stepped down the hall to his office. He flipped on his PC and waited as it came up. He'd found a great Tom of Finland print online and used it as his desktop. Seeing the work of a truly gifted artist each day gave him a lift. It added a nice counterpoint to the other erotic artwork adorning his den walls. Most of the other artwork was more pedestrian in nature – prints lined the walls, ranging from Mapplethorpe and Ritts to Botero and Rivera. He had an eclectic taste in his artwork – but it was always about the human form, no matter what the state of dress or undress the work depicted.

He signed onto his e-mail account and waded through the tons of junk and spam. Here and there, Mark would come across a note from a friend or relative, just checking in and checking up. His favorites, though, were always the ones forwarded from the leather website he'd joined – notes of other tops and subs, wanting to hook up. Occasionally, there would be a short story or a new chapter from one of the group's members. He loved reading them whenever they arrived. He was always impressed with the creativity the storylines encompassed. He also found many of them to be quite erotic, and he'd used a few as jerk off material, just as he'd use porn videos from time to time.

There wasn't a lot this time, but one e-mail stood out – it was from somebody with the handle kinkysubtoy from the site. Kinkysubtoy had checked out Mark's online profile from time to time. The site had a tracking system in place so that users could see who'd been checking them out – and contact them if further 'investigation' was wanted. kinkysubtoy didn't have many pictures of himself on the site, but those that were there spoke volumes. kinkysubtoy's pictures always showed him being bound and gagged, tied to assorted beds, racks and St. Andrew's Crosses and seemingly enjoying every minute. Many times, there would be a flogger arcing into the frame, targeting kinkysubtoy's backside. Mark was intrigued by kinkysubtoy and it seemed as though kinkysubtoy was interested in Mark – or at least Mark's alter ego of LeatherTopMQ.

He read over the e-mail quickly – it was suggesting that Mark and kinkysubtoy meet up tonight for a beer or something and see if the two men could hook up for some play. Mark was up for it, and replied back that he'd be at The Rack around 9:00 pm and that kinkysubtoy would do well to be on time. Mark always got a visceral thrill from being the Dom in a scene. But, it always played upon Mark's desire to please. He would give the sub exactly what he – or she, occasionally – wanted. Mark truly believed that play was play and that skin was skin. His floggers and whips did not see any difference between a female sub's back and a male sub, so why should Mark? Mark also felt that any kind of scene – whether just a simple flogging or a full-scale mummification – did not always have to lead to all out fucking. Sure, getting his cock up a sub's tight and willing ass was always enjoyed, but he also enjoyed just getting his sub to get off – knowing that the sub would be more than willing to help Mark get his rocks off whenever he wanted to and by whatever means Mark saw fit to use.

Mark sent off the reply e-mail and did a bit of surfing the net, checking out his usual hits and checking out the site for The Rack – looking at the 'calendar' page, to see if it was some kind of special night tonight. There was nothing mentioned for this evening – no special parties or events. Just a TBA showing above the weekly drink specials. But Mark was feeling it was going to be a special night, tonight. And it was to be a special night, indeed.

Mark stepped from the shower and dried himself off. The quick shower served to refresh his senses and rinse off the grime of his day. It was almost a spiritual step for him – a ritual cleansing of the last bits of office drag from his system – refreshing his body and spirit from the workday world he would face again in a few days. He added a drop of hair goo to his head to amplify the natural spikiness of his dark hair. During the week, he would flatten the hair down and to the side, making the clean-cut and wholesome boy come out. Now it was time for the darker, kinkier side to make its appearance.

Mark dressed in his leathers, slowly and assuredly, making sure that each part of his gear fit perfectly, showing his assets in their best light. The harness he wore was custom measured and fitted – with 3" wide front and should straps, thinner straps wrapping around the bottom of his ribs, and a 2" strap slipping down his abs to connect to the steel cock ring. From there, another 2" wide strap continued around to his ass and up his back, meeting with the lower chest straps. The fatter shoulder straps encircled his arms, coming back forward to meet in the center of his chest. He pulled on a pair of leather pants, a pair of black combat boots and his vest. He checked his look in the mirror, enjoying the tug on his balls from the cock ring, each time he moved or twisted his torso. He grabbed a bag of toys – floggers, whips, paddles, dildos and other tricks of the trade – and headed out the door.

Mark arrived at The Rack at about a quarter after 8 – figuring he'd get a bit of socializing with a few of the regulars and bartenders he knew. He ordered a drink and chatted with Mike, the regular bartender. "So, what's the event for the night, Mike? On the web, it just showed 'to be announced'. What gives?"

"I dunno, man. I don't know what they've got goin' on tonight. We've got this new kid doing the web – and he's also our newest bar back boy. I thought he was putting something up, but maybe he just didn't have the time. Jake!" Mike called out towards the back room. "Jake! Come here, boy! I want you to meet somebody!"

"I guess this Jake is the new bar toy, eh?" Mark inquired. "Does he fit around here? I mean, he's not gonna be like that nelly thing you guys had before, right? You could tell he wasn't into leather by the look on his face. Especially when some of the bears walked in that night." Mike and Mark chuckled a little at that memory. The local bears group hosted a harness & jock party a few weeks ago – with the required attire to be either a harness or a jock – and not much else. The old bar back had such a look on his face each time another bear walked in the door, proud of their size and their hairy assets.

A young guy walked out of the back room, carrying a case of beer. "Where would you like this case of beer, Mike?" he asked.

"Put it on that end cooler. Then come back, I want to introduce you to a pal of mine!" Mike replied.

Mark looked at Jake, admiring what he could see of the boy. He must have been in his mid 20s, and he was probably about 5'10" or so. He was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a white tank top – snugly fitting the shape of his body. Mark figured Jake must have been involved in water sports in high school –swimming, diving, water polo, etc.. He had that tight build of a swimmer, trim but with a lot of muscle definition. He had dirty blond hair, and it was cut short and close to the scalp for the least resistance in the water. Mark could see that he had a round and firm looking ass, and that Jake's thighs must be powerfully built. On his return from the end of the bar, Mark could see Jake's chest more clearly. His pecs were well shaped and big, with nipples protruding, pulling the ribbed fabric of the tee shirt. While it was a bit cool in the bar, Mark knew those nipples were firm and robust from years of play, not from the coolness in the air.

There was something familiar in the set of the boy's jaw line; something that sparked in Mark's head. It must be that he reminded him of somebody, but he couldn't quite be sure who it was. The jaw was somewhat square and stout – looking much like the strong faces many artists created for their heroes. The dark blond hair framed the rest of his squared and solid looking face. Bright green eyes shone out from the face, helping to soften the kid's face and look.

"Jake, I'd like you to meet Mark. He's a pal of mine and he's quite a regular here, as well. You'll probably get to see a lot of him here. As long as you work out, that is."

Mark put his hand out and Jake's rose to meet his. They grasped hands and shook for a second, each seeming to measure the other up. "It's nice to meet you, Sir," Jake said, showing his respect, a slight texture to his voice, an accent from somewhere, but Mark could not place it. "I'm hope that I get to know you better." Mark couldn't be sure, but he sensed a twinkling in the kid's eyes. 

"Great to meet you, too, Jake. I may end up calling you boy from time to time. I don't mean anything by it, really. Just a force of habit. I've called most of the bar backs 'boy' for years. It just seems natural."

"Not a problem, Sir. I quite understand. And, I'm used to being called boy. When you're young in the leather world, it just seems to fit. And I don't mind, since I am a bit of a boy when it comes to leather and BDSM, Sir." The politeness to the boy's speech was quite welcome to Mark's ears; and quite rare in this day and age.

"We'll get along just fine, then, boy!" A smile crossed Mark's face. He could feel a bit of a stir of his cock, thinking about how great it would be to see what the boy had going on underneath the jeans and tee shirt. 

"Well, I had better get back to stocking the bar. I would like to keep this job. I like the atmosphere and the clientele, Sir," Jake said as he headed towards the back room again.

The bar started getting a bit more crowded as other leather men and boys came in. Mark spoke with those that he knew or recognized and checked his watch. It was nearly 9:00 and he was waiting for kinkysubtoy to make an entrance. He had told him to meet him at the corner of the bar, near the St. Andrew's cross. This was one of the better-lit areas of the bars and he would be more visible here.

A half an hour had passed, and Mark was feeling a little mad. The sub had replied back that he would be there, without a doubt, and now he was late. Or he'd gotten scared and decided to not show up or to not talk to Mark. While it wasn't OK for the sub to not show up, Mark was able to keep himself occupied, talking to other guys in the bar, as well as talking with Mike and checking out Jake. There was something about the kid that Mark couldn't quite shake – something special about him kept him in Mark's mind and view.

One of the other regulars at the bar, Josh, stepped up to Mark, with one of his boys in tow. Josh was an older leather Daddy type of guy, easily in his 50s. He came here every couple of weeks, bringing along one boy or a couple of them. He was fairly well off, and had a few boys in his stable. Tonight, Mark thought it was boy tom that was with him, but he couldn't see the boy's face under the mask that covered his face. Josh led him around the bar by a leash that disappeared into the boy's jock, attached, no doubt, to a cock ring.

"Hi, Mark. How are you this evening?  You remember My boy tom?" he said, tugging lightly on the leash, causing the bulge of the jock to bounce. The boy obediently bowed his head and dropped to one knee, greeting Mark.

"Yes, Josh. How are you? And how is Your boy doing this evening? And the other boys? I assume they are well?"

"Yes, yes. They're all fine. boy marcus and boy jamie both had to work this evening, so I'm here with boy tom. But, they will be at home when I get back."

Mark nodded in agreement. He had never been able to bring himself to keep a boy like that. Mark enjoyed his freedom far too much to force another into giving it up on a permanent basis like that. Mark knew how much it meant to himself, being able to come and go as he pleased, not having anybody to rely upon him for their well being, as Mark did not rely upon them, either. He liked being able to play with as many boys and subs as he wished, and did not really crave to have a regular 24/7 type of submissive. While there were many boys that Mark had played on a regular basis, like boy tom, he didn't want a permanent one.

"Mark, I was wondering if you had your floggers with you? I was hoping to see a bit more of that double handed throwing pattern you do so well? I keep working on it, but it never seems to flow as well for me."

"Sure, they're out in the truck. I can get them a little later and show you how."

"Great, I'll see you later, then." Josh wandered off into the crowd, boy tom in tow.

"That guy sure does live the life, doesn't he?" Mike was standing at the bar, replacing Mark's drink. "I guess it takes all kinds. Hell, I remember when I first started here and how he wanted me to be one of his toys. I tried it for a week or two, but I've never been totally submissive and he didn't like my back bone." Mike headed off to the drink station at the other end of the bar to serve some new customers.

Jake walked up and checked the cooler under the bar. "So, Jake. How's the night going for you?" Mark asked.

"Fine. Fine, Sir. It's not quite what I had expected, though. I mean, this is my first Friday night here, but I'd always thought it was a bit rougher and edgier around here. I mean, I figured there'd be a lot more rough trade walking around. More raw sex oozing from these guys."

"Well, it depends on the night," Mark replied. "Speaking of that, Mike was telling me that you're helping out with the web site for the bar?"

"Yes, I am, Sir. But I never was told anything special was going to happen tonight, so I just left it blank – 'to be announced', and I thought we'd think of something when it happened. But so far, not much is happening here, Sir."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. It's a little quieter and tamer than I prefer. And, since I seem to have been stood up...." Mark trailed off.

"Stood up, Sir?"

"Yeah, some kid online had contacted me about hooking up here tonight, but I guess he got scared or flaked out, though.

"His loss!" Mark and Jake said this in unison. A look of pleasure crossed Mark's face at Jake's agreed statement. "I mean, Sir, something important may have come up for the boy, Sir, and he couldn't make it."

"Oh, I'm not holding anything against him, Jake. I guess I'm just a little disappointed. I was looking forward to having a little bit of fun tonight, ya know?"

"Don't worry about it, Sir. I'm sure you will have a great time this night!" Jake said, and then headed towards the other side of the bar. Mark saw that flash again in Jake's eyes – only now he was sure it was there.

Mark looked at his watch. It was about midnight, and the crowds were beginning to thin out. Josh and boy tom had left earlier, and Mark hadn't gotten to show him the flogging moves; they' d made plans to meet up again next weekend for the lessons. Mark finished off his drink. Mike came down to offer another, but Mark said "No. I'm probably going to take off. Not much seems to be happening tonight, and the week has started to catch up with me. I'm gonna head on out. Tell Jake I said 'good night'."

Mike nodded and cleared away the glass. "Jake left about 20 minutes ago. He normally stays and helps me clean up, but it's just getting so quiet here tonight, I sent him home. Well, have a great night, Mark!" He turned and headed towards the other end of the bar, clearing empties and wiping the bar top as he went, checking on other patrons.

Mark walked to the back of the bar and pissed in the men's room. He walked out the front of the bar and headed around the corner of the building towards the parking lot. He didn't hear the footsteps come behind him; never knowing there was anybody behind him until the cloth covered his mouth and nose. Mark struggled as much as he could, but the drinks he'd had seemed to sap his strength, as did the chemical on the cloth. He slipped to the ground as his world went blank.

Mark began to wake up, his mouth feeling dry and cottony. He didn't remember getting terribly drunk last night, just having a couple at The Rack and then leaving... Mark opened his eyes, but his world was still black. He tried to push himself up from his bed, but his arms wouldn't move from his sides – he felt them pull against some type of strap and felt the pulling force on his thighs. He gasped for air, only then realizing that the cotton feeling was actually cotton! There was some kind of cloth gag in his mouth, and he could only breath through his nose.

Mark panicked, feeling terribly wrong and out of place. He tried to calm himself, by telling him it must be a dream and that he'd awaken any moment now, but all he could do was wait. No harm would come to him in his dream, as long as he maintained control and kept calm. He pulled a breath deep into his lungs through his nose, noticing a slight odor. There was a faint chemical smell to the air, but it was under a more average scent to the room – it smelled as though he was in a forest – surrounded by the smell of pine trees in spring.

Mark attempted to figure out things – anything! – about his surroundings. He tried moving his hands and arms again, but they were held fast against his legs. He tried to move his legs, but felt straps around his ankles, keeping them together. He could wriggle his fingers and felt the smooth surface he was laying upon. It felt a lot like latex, reminding him of the tank and jock he had in his closet. His fingers moved across the surface, feeling the slick rubber glide beneath the tips. There was a liquid aspect to the surface; Mark thought it was probably his sweat on the rubber surface.


Turning the Table



Disclaimer: This is all fiction, based on my own imagination. They have no relation to the real world. Any similarities of real people or places are purely coincidental. I hope you'll enjoy it.



Keegan Richards was one of the fastest swimmers at Montel College. He was not the largest of his team-mates nor was he the tallest at five foot six, but he didn't mind. He was doe-eyed with light brown ruffled hair and while he seemed shy from afar, he was very well-liked by pretty much everyone he encountered. 

However, this lean and shy swimmer was also known amongst his peers as an enthusiastic bottom. That's right; the guy was a gay bottom. He wasn't even a closet-case. Nope, the man was out and about, known to most as having one of the hottest pieces of ass on campus. And seeing the guy in a Speedo definitely confirmed why that was completely true. He even competed against the woman in that category. 

Keegan didn't really consider himself a slut, just perhaps as an overly active spirit. The guy truly did have a lot of energy to spare even after his trainings. He'd even given some of his team-mates blowjobs without there ever being any negative consequences to it, only positive ones. After all, there were just some things that their girlfriends just wouldn't do and Keegan was always happy to lend a helping hand, or mouth. So obviously you just couldn't not like the guy; he was such a people-pleaser, in more ways than one. Then again, if you were a sadistically violent, hates-everybody, closet-case, quarterback like the notorious Jason Malloy, then a guy like Keegan would be his epicenter of rage, jealousy and even more rage. 

*** 

Jason Malloy a guy with dark brown hair and brown eyes that were so dark they were often mistaken for being black. He was a big man, fit for his position as a quarterback and he was feared throughout the entire campus. He had a rumor for being violent with his girlfriends and had even gotten himself thrown in jail for it; if it hadn't been for the fact that he was destined to lead his team to the championship he'd probably still be there. The Montel Crows football-team was the pride and joy of the academy. Even if the swim team had gained much more attention after Keegan started breaking records, the footballers were still prime members in the social hierarchy and a championship would definitely be well accepted by the administration.

One of the things that Jason despised the most about Keegan was the fact that he was out, a publicly known gay and was still accepted by society. Another thing Jason hated about him was the fact that even by the mere sight of Keegan, he would get hard every damn time. And every time this happened it only fueled Jason's hatred and almost every time some random girl ended up as his victim to suffer for it. Usually he would seduce them then go rough on them after; by doing so they couldn't claim rape since they'd been willing. Although sometimes he'd attacked and raped some poor female student, usually someone with light brown hair or dark-blond ones with those light brown doe-eyes, while he was wearing a ski-mask and a rubber.

As these things were escalating, there were certain rumors about the attacks leading up to something big. Like dinner before a show and in truth they were right. Jason Malloy had bad intentions, as always, and was gunning for his optimal prize; the ass of the luscious swimmer Keegan Richards. 

Jason was literally getting sicker by the day fucking women. Jason was gay through and through and he fucking hated it. He would always fuck his woman from behind, so not to have to observe their obscene breasts and he often gagged them so not to have to listen to their whining, so he could pretend it was Keegan he'd mounted in peace. But it was never good enough, imagining Keegan would get him off, but it wouldn't satisfy him. No, Jason needed the real thing.

He simply couldn't take it anymore, he needed the Keegan he'd imagined to be real and he would have it one way or another. Not that Richards could put up much resistance against the six foot four giant that Jason was. Plus, he already had training in how to tackle somebody.

*** 

While Keegan didn't consider himself a slut, he did have more than one well-equipped boyfriend to help him with his excess energy. After all, there was a reason why he was a categorized notorious bottom. Still, they all loved him and had no problem sharing this wonderful little creature with others.

It was about seven in the evening and Keegan was heading back to the dorms after a little get-together with Link. Or rather, a not-so-little get-together. Link, a blond, green-eyed, six foot two beauty, was captain of the soccer-team and one of Keegan's personal favorites. If he were ever to have a real boyfriend it would be Link. He was smart, a natural born leader and a total hottie, with a grand dick to match. Even when Link came inside of him, he'd stay hard and keep on pounding till Keegan could barely stand. Then they'd nuzzle together for a little post-fuck nap. 

It always sucked to have to return back to the dorm to study, but there was no way he could ever study in the presence of the vigorous soccer-hunk. Especially since his ass kept twitching whenever he was around him.

Keegan didn't even notice the hooded guy following him, didn't even realize he was there until the blow to the head sent him to the ground. He was barely conscious as he got dragged off by the ankles. Where they were headed he didn't know, but he didn't appreciate being hauled off like this. Whoever this guy was, he had definitely neither manners nor insights in how to woo a guy. That was the last thing that went through Keegan's mind before things went black.

***

He'd done it, he'd finally done it. Keegan was in Jason's possession and Jason was gonna make him his whether the bottom liked it or not. He easily lifted the unconscious Keegan up into his arms and headed off towards the bleachers for privacy. 

Hidden under the bleachers, Jason didn't waste any time and quickly began to undress his unconscious prey. 

Jason watched him as Keegan only had a pair of silk blue boxers on, he was truly a marvelous creature, he was lean and beautiful and it pissed Jason off. He threw off his own shirt and began unbuckling his belt as Keegan started to come too. Jason froze as those beautiful doe-eyes opened and locked with his dark ones.

*** 

"Hey Jace; whatcha doing?" Keegan sat up feeling slightly woozy, but better now after his little nap. Hm, so Jason was the guy who'd slugged him down like a cave-man. How fitting for his personality.

How could he be so calm about this? Had the assault caused a head trauma or something? And why the hell did he call him Jace? They'd never even talked together before. Jason left his buckle be and headed off to stand in front of him, before commanding "Turn around and get on your hands and knees, NOW!"  

Keegan checked out the guy trying to order him around and chuckled. 

"What the fuck you laughing at faggot?" Jason threw back his foot and slammed it straight across Keegan's face. The eyes that turned to look at him after that, made him feel rather uneasy and he actually found himself regretting what he'd just done. The kicking, not the kidnapping... after all, this was still his prey.

"Sorry Jace, but if you're gonna fuck me, I'd very much like to see what you're gonna feed me with. After all, I don't bend over for just anything," Keegan smiled despite having a split lip which he seemed to ignore. "Come on, won't you be a good boy and take of your pants for me, pretty please."

What the fuck was going on? Was that guy pouting? I'd just kicked him... his lip was bleeding. And those eyes... what was wrong with his eyes? 

"Turn the FUCK around and get on your FUCKING hands a..." Jason's orders were cut short as Keegan suddenly sprang up and slammed into Jason, throwing him to the ground and straddling him.

"Now now, Jace. I do believe I asked nicely, I even said please," Keegan was holding him down, pulling his arms over his head and keeping them there with his left hand while attacking his pants with his right.

HOLY SHIT! Keegan was strong, despite being so much smaller than him and looking so fragile; Keegan had absolutely no problems pinning Jason down whatsoever. His pants were quickly discarded and thrown away and his boxer was nearly shredded by the nails of a surprisingly aggressive and dominant Keegan. 

"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?!" Even if this wasn't going the way he planned he couldn't help being incredibly aroused by the turn of events and his cock was harder than it had ever been before, hard as rock or maybe even steel. 

Just as Jason was expecting Keegan to do something crazy like starting to either ride him or jack him off, Keegan stopped completely with a frown and a not so approving look on his face.

"What? Why are you stopping?" The excitement of it all had really gotten to Jason, his voice rough with excitement, but he really didn't like the look on Keegan's face, it was somehow freighting to him. 

*** 

Keegan was looking down at Jason's rock hard cock. It was really hard and also a bit thick, but not really much to look at. It was only about four and a half inches and that was when the guy was really hard and everything. Hell, Link had to be twice his size, hell, maybe even more. This little game was so not going his way.

"That's what you were going to give me. What you were going to take me with. Oh, Jason, that's... just pathetic. I mean, have you even seen the guys I'm with? I chose them for a reason you know and this is what you give me?" his voice was cold and condescending; it was all but dripping acid onto the poor miniature that was Jason Malloy. 

Jason was literally frozen solid... he knew he wasn't the best equipped, but nobody had ever been so blunt about it before either. But that look on Keegan's face was a little more than disgust and he realized something about his eyes. They were just like his, and that was not a good thing at all. His doe-eyes nearly as dark as his own. They were filled with not only the disgust, but actual loathing and he had a look that probably was similar to his, that time he'd attacked Lilly, his ex, and gotten himself thrown in jail. Then right before his very eyes, they changed. The repulsion slowly faded away and Keegan's eyes were filled with something wicked that complimented the scary grin that spread across Keegan's face. Somehow, Jason figured he'd messed up big time.

*** 

Keegan had been very disappointed and pissed as hell when he first got a look at Jason's equipment. No wonder the guy had to rape people to get laid. At least on the positive side, whoever he'd raped in the past wouldn't have felt much, hopefully minimizing the trauma of the event.

Keegan was plenty used to rough-housing it, thanks to William, his sparring partner and late-time treat from the dojo, where the two of them trained karate. William was pretty big, even taller than Jason, at least by a few inches and they had quite similar builds. Jason was perhaps a bit burlier, but Keegan didn't really mind that, but William, unlike Jason was much bigger than him, not quite as big as Link, but close enough. 

Anyways, thanks to their weekly wrestling fuck-matches, Keegan had no problems with holding down the outlaw quarterback, and he had to admit that he did receive some perverted joy out of it, by dominating a much larger male. Like a puppy conquering the alpha male of a wolf-pack and this did also give Keegan some ideas as how to proceed. After all, Jason's little attack didn't have to be a complete failure... well, at least not for Keegan.

*** 

Suddenly, as Jason was still frozen in his paralyzed state, Keegan managed to flip him over onto his stomach. That seemed to bring Jason back as well.

"Hey!? What the fuck do you think you're doing??" Jason was pretty frantic now; this was not what he had in mind when he went into this shit. "Get off me, you damn fag!"

"Now now, watch your tongue or I just might have to bite it off," the words were accentuated by the sharp twist of Jason's left wrist, which was now pinned behind his back. 

Still, it was the way Keegan said it that kept Jason's mouth shut. It was the same determined and angered voice he'd used several times while beating up his current girlfriends. Jason hated to admit it, but he was truly scared now and his cock had completely softened as if it was cowering along with him. He did try to struggle though, but Keegan's grip merely twitched and it felt like his entire hand was about to rip off.

Jason managed to look behind him to look as Keegan took off his silky, blue shorts and he immediately wished he hadn't. The guy was completely erect and he had, as far as Jason was concerned, by far the largest piece of equipment he'd ever seen, it stood at almost nine inches and it was a fat one too. A thought about how the entire football team should be ashamed entered his mind, but it was quickly interrupted as in a matter of seconds his arm was free and suddenly his hips were caught instead.

Jason was about to fight back, finally having been given an opening to escape, but Keegan's grip on his hips were tight as a vice and then he stopped fighting all together as he felt something slick wriggle against his secret spot, making him involuntarily moan out loud. Another wriggle and it pushed inside making Jason gasp and tense. His cock was immediately responsive as it rapidly began to fill and hardened again. He turned his head back only to see Keegan with his face buried in Jason's rear. "Holy SHIT!"

Somehow, Keegan's tongue managed to push in deeper making Jason squirm and grind his ass towards the source of that unnatural pleasure as he panted like the dog he was.

*** 

Keegan wasn't the most experienced top, but being the size he was, he had topped both William and Link on a few occasions, but still considered himself a devoted bottom. However, he was the master of foreplay and had brought quite a few men on their knees, in several ways, just by the use of his tongue. He relished in the taste of his subdued alpha. Luckily for Keegan, the fact that Jason had a small dick didn't interfere with him having a delectable ass. 

Keegan was fairly certain that Jason wouldn't take off right now, but he kept his vicious grip on Jason's hips, hoping to brand them with tonight's activities. Keegan was quite aware of the fact that he could be rather rough and dominant when he topped, compared to when he was a bottom, even if he was considered to be quite aggressive then too, but both William and Link seemed rather turned on by that. Then again, based on Jason's reactions, Keegan had a pretty good feeling that Jason was a virgin, at least back there, but that wasn't going to stop Keegan from going about his affairs in his own pace. Jason would most likely feel a great deal of pain in the beginning, but in the end, Keegan was certain he could get this inferior alpha to scream bliss.

Keegan reluctantly released Jason's hips as one of his hands went around to stroke Jason hard cock, making him whimper, a sound that seemed somewhat out of place coming from the vicious and violent quarterback who'd spread so much fear amongst the other students. Keegan released his other hand as well, followed by pulling out his tongue which made Jason whimper in disappointment and slightly tremble only to cry out as Keegan shoved two of his fingers inside of him as far as he could.

Keegan could feel the tension running through Jason's body and could have sworn he heard a sob. Usually he would be more considerate; even if he was the aggressor, but hey that's what you get when you fuck with an A-list swimmer... you get screwed... literally. 

Jason finally began to relax and seemed out of breathe, but Keegan figured he'd prepared him long enough; he was beginning to ache. He leaned over to Jason's left ear, "Hey? You got any lube? It would help, but since you're a virgin I will ride you without wearing a condom, but don't worry. A guy like me always make sure to keep disease free."

*** 

Lube? Shit... he should have brought some, but he didn't think he'd need it. Oh god... this was not how things were supposed to go, but why was he so excited and scared at the same time. It was gonna hurt, but then again his cock was hurting a lot too, with Keegan's hand gone back to his hip he still ached for release. 

"Guess not," Keegan said before he rammed his whole length into Jason in one violent thrust.

"SHIT!!!" Jason screamed. It felt like he was getting torn from the inside out. God it hurt, his ass clenched, but Keegan merely groaned in arousal. Slowly he adjusted and the pain lessened, but he was still pretty sore from the sudden intrusion. It was as if he could feel his organs re-positioning themselves to accommodate the pulsing rod that was Keegan.

*** 

"God you're so tight, can I move now baby? Hm, can I move?" Keegan kissed him on the back of his ear, getting a small moan as a reward.

That initial thrust into Jason had been exquisite. His virgin ass was so incredibly tight that he never wanted to leave it. And as he began moving, it was even more wonderful and not even Jason could stifle his moan. And that definitely spurred Keegan on as he began to push in harder and faster into that now willing ass that seemed to suck him in each time he withdrew only to slam straight back into him. Jason was yelping and moaning each time Keegan drilled into him, completely lost in his euphoria. 

*** 

Somehow the pain had disappeared and Jason had begun to meet Keegan's thrusts, making Keegan go even deeper, if that was even possible. Keegan kept bumping into his prostrate on each push and Jason was moaning, probably like a little whore, but it felt too good to for him to be ashamed of that this very moment. Keegan seemed to get wilder by the second. After a few minutes Jason felt like he was being ridden by bull on speed. His knees were definitely gonna bruise and so were certain other parts of his body... like his ass. Yet that thick cock kept pushing in and out as Keegan rutted like a dog possessed. 

Jason came without warning as he was pushed over the edge by Keegan who slammed his dick straight into Jason's prostate. Jason's ass clenched around Keegan's cock as he cried out. "FUCK..! Ah..." Jason came so hard he thought he'd pass out, but he somehow managed to keep conscious.

Despite his ass trying to milk Keegan's cock, he was still going although he felt somewhat harder as he continued to pound Jason's ass. And to Jason's amazement, his cock even began to fill again.

*** 

When Jason came, it had nearly been the end for Keegan... the way his ass had pulsed and sucked at his cock was pure murder, but Keegan knew he couldn't hold on for much longer. His own cock was begging to soak that beautiful piece of ass. Keegan managed to thrust in swift strokes for another minute or so until he finally started shooting off, his groan as he slammed his release into that sweet ass sounded much more like an animalistic roar and he kept thrusting into Jason till he was completely drained before he collapsed on top off Jason's broad back.

"God, that was so good. I'll give you this Jason; you might not have a grand prize at the front, but you sure do have a first-class ass," Keegan couldn't help biting his earlobe, feeling Jason twitch. "You know... we really should do this again. I mean I'm usually a bottom, but I don't mind mounting you every now and then and now I've even broken you in, so next time will be even better," All he got in response was a soft moan and a small nod of Jason's head.

*** 

Jason was struggling to stay awake, he'd already released once, but when Keegan had filled him with ropes of hot creamy filling, he'd released again and his entire stomach was stained with sticky and dried cum and also some grass that had gotten stuck in the mess. His mined was completely blown.




Turning the Table



Keegan was still inside of him, twitching every now and then. Jason's entire body felt like it was vibrating, not out of fear, but pure pleasure. What Keegan had said about doing it again had made Jason strangely happy, despite him being on the bottom. Then again the aggressive and powerful yet smaller man, who had really scared him, also made for a much more potent aphrodisiac. More thoughts than that didn't come as Jason finally fell asleep almost at the same time as Keegan, who'd had the sense to cover them up with Jason's jacket before falling asleep. 

*** 

Six months later and Jason was a completely changed man. He'd officially come out and had initially quit the football team, but as soon as the team realized they totally sucked without him, they'd begged for him to return and he'd accepted. The on-campus rapes had stopped and people still kept their distance from Jason, just not as much as before. He was still not the friendliest or the most socialized person around. 

After the incident with Keegan he'd met up with him a few more times and had even been introduced to Link and William, who had both had a go at him. But now Jason had settled with his new boyfriend, who actually turned out to be William. It had been love at first thrust and they also loved to wrestle each other... there were very great rewards for both of them. Winner got top, loser bottom, which actually turned out fine, 'cause even if Jason was a great deal smaller than William, he was just the perfect size to constantly focus on William's prostrate. Although, even through this Jason stayed on the bottom as William rode him and ground himself on his perfect, but short dick. William never complained on the thickness.

It also seemed that Keegan had settled down with Link as well and there weren't much sharing going on either these days, much to Keegan's disgruntled followers; but they had to just make do with other forms for release. Turned out that when exclusive both Link and William were kinda possessive and it wasn't like Keegan or Jason were about to complain about that. After all there were reasons to why Keegan and Jason were designated bottoms for the most parts... they really loved it when their men took charge. And they sure didn't disappoint.

THE END

***

This was my first gay male story I've written and I hope you liked it. Please rate it and make comments. (No need to comment on writing errors) 



Turning the Table



His eyes were adjusting to the blackness before them – he could feel the bindings of the mask across his eyes, blocking his vision. The surface tickled his eyelashes a bit, making him think of his own blindfolds – covered with a layer of sheepskin for the comfort of the wearer. He wriggled his body, feeling the rubber slide under his back and butt, again, with that liquid feel. He could feel the cool air caressing his skin, causing goose flesh across his chest, abs and legs; as well as rippling across his ball sack. He noted that his cock felt warm, as though wrapped or covered.

He tried to cry out, looking for a response, but only a muffled "hmlpfh" escaped him. He wriggled more, testing the straps that bound him, feeling their constriction and tightness. His skin squeaked against the rubber surface, nearly masking the sounds he tried to make with his throat.

"Ah, it seems that you are awakened. That is good," a voice sounded from nearby. "I was afraid that all of my planning would have been for naught." There was a familiar ring to the cadence and sound of the voice, but Mark was too apprehensive to recall where he'd heard it before. "And, I'm sorry about the restraints, but I need to make sure that you will behave for me. If you wish, I can remove the gag. I'm sure you must have a thirst and need to be sated."

Mark nodded his head against the rubber. "And don't worry about screaming or yelling. I'm quite sure that you will not be able to be heard from where we are. We are quite all alone, I can assure you of that." Mark felt hands against his face, pulling the cloth from around and from inside his mouth. "Raise your head as much as you can, and I will allow you something to drink."

Mark raised his head as best he could, and felt something pushed between his lips. At first, he pulled away from the object, unfamiliar with its texture and size. "Do not be alarmed. It is just a rather interestingly shaped straw to drink from." Mark eased back onto the object, feeling as though a rubber cock was being placed in his mouth. He could feel the rubbery texture against his teeth and there was no warmth to the object. He slowly suckled on the dick, tasting the cold water coming from the head into his mouth.

Mark sucked long and hard on the rubber cock, the refreshing water rolling over his tongue and down his throat. "Where... where am I?" he croaked, hearing the dryness in his voice. "What is going on here? What have you done with me?" he asked, trying to keep any trace of panic from his tone.

"All your questions will be answered quite assuredly, but just not at this moment. It will suffice to say that you are relatively safe, at this time. How safe you remain depends a lot upon your actions." Again, the cadence and texture to the sounds sparked something in Mark's mind, but he was still too muddled to make the connection. "And the affects of the drug will wear off soon enough. Rest assured, my captive friend, that nothing has been done to harm you in any way. You are far to impressive a specimen of manhood for that to happen."

Mark felt mildly amused by this. He had used a similar line on a frightened virginal submissive once, trying to make the sub feel more comfortable during his first experience being fucked while tied down. Mark was beginning to understand the apprehension the sub had first shown at having his hands and feet tied together, with his head against the pillows. Not having the freedom of movement was not a feeling that Mark was enjoying.

"Now, I will tell you, that if you perform the requests made of you in a manner that is pleasing to me, I will ease the tightness of the restraints used upon your body. I am quite sure that you are uncomfortable in this position, and you have no reason to trust in me at this point. But, be assured, that I am a person of my word."

Mark nodded slowly, in supplication to these words. "What do you want?"

There was a shuffling noise, of some object being picked up. Mark heard a whoosh in the air and felt a stinging smack on his right thigh, and he cried out.

"Please do not show any insolence to me. I will tell you what I wish for you to know and I will tell it to you when I am quite ready to. Do not ask any questions, unless directed to do so. Do you understand?"

Mark's thigh warmed to the sting of the hit. He nodded his head to let the man know he understood.

"Now, then. What I will tell you is this: you are in my home. It is early on Saturday morning – approximately 9:30. You have been acquired by me to provide amusement for as long as I should wish to be amused. Last evening, as you left The Rack, you were drugged and brought here. I felt that you make an amusing diversion for a while."

"But..." Mark began to ask another question, only to be cut short by a sharp pull on his cock. "OW!"

"Did I not tell you about your insolence? Please do not test me again. The results shall be less than preferred for you." Mark felt that the man's hand was still on his cock, squeezing it gently in the covering. "Well, you do seem to be enjoying this!" the man exclaimed as Mark felt his cock growing.

"Please, just...." Mark was cut short by another hard tug on his cock, and a slap to his balls. He fell silent, but he felt his dick continue to stiffen and grow. He'd never been in this type of situation; while he felt some fear and apprehension, it was strangely exciting and arousing to Mark.

"Hmmm," the man said. "This is becoming and interesting moment, indeed." Mark felt the man slide his hand up and down the shaft of his stiffening cock, pulling Mark's erection from him. He felt another hand slowly massaging the area beneath his balls, sending a wave of pleasure through him. Mark could feel the material around his cock stretch somewhat to contain the growth, but there was pressure squeezing in, as though the material only had a limited amount of give. Mark felt mixed sensations at this – while the constraint was not causing him any pain, it was getting uncomfortably snug, which was also making it feel highly erotic. If anything, this device, which would seem to contain the cock and not allow a full erection, was having the opposite effect on Mark – his dick continued to get fuller and harder in the sheath.

"Very good. Very good, indeed." The man continued stroking Mark's cock and moved his other hand from his balls to his nipples. "Let's see what this will do for you. And what it will do for me, as well." The man flicked at Mark's right nipple, causing him to flinch. "Ah, very good." He continued toying with Mark's right nipple, feeling it stiffen and grow to his ministrations.

The man leaned closer to Mark and began toying with his left nipple. Mark could feel the pressure of the man's body and flesh against his side. He could tell that the man was nude, and that his skin was fairly smooth and hairless. Mark flexed his fingers a bit, trying to feel more of the alien flesh, but the man pinched his left nipple hard. "No, no. You are not allowed that. You must wait and be patient, my good man." Mark dropped his fingers back to the rubber surface and the man gently massaged his left nipple. 

"When you obey, you get pleasure. When you do not do as you are told, or take initiatives that are not yours to take, there.... Well, there will be negative repercussions to your actions. Do you understand?"

"Yes," he replied, feeling more aroused at the man's touch. But, Mark was also feeling that there was more to his arousal. Mark had been involved with a few submissives that were into body worship – and Mark did not have a problem with them licking every inch of his body and rubbing him all over. Mark enjoyed the sensuality of it all.

Mark felt the man's hand leave his cock; as well as the pressure of his body against Mark's. He heard a drawer open and some shuffling within the drawer. There was the sound of something tearing – a bag perhaps? "I'm rather enjoying the way this is going. If you keep this up and behave, you will have a most enjoyable time." The man began stroking Mark's cock again, but also was removing the sheath. "This should make you more comfortable, I think."

The man continued to stroke on Mark's cock, stirring his balls into action; creating the shots of cum that, he could hope, would be released. Mark's balls tightened a bit, pulling up against his cock. It felt good to have another man's hands on his cock, pulling and stroking his stiff shaft.

Mark tensed as he felt a cold liquid being poured over his cock. The man stopped stroking for a moment and then began sliding up and down the shaft, smearing the slippery fluid along his cock. It soon began warming to the touch and the friction he was supplying. "There, that should help some. Now for this..."

Mark felt the man tug on his cock again, and felt another constricting device on his head. Slowly, this new sheath was rolled down along his shaft, encasing his cock. He realized that a condom was being put on. Mark didn't know if it was the rubber or the after affects of whatever drug had been used on him, but his cock was feeling less than it had before. He could still feel the pressure of the condom and the man's hand rubbing it, but it just seemed less so. Mark's face clenched lightly, trying to comprehend what was happening.

"Ah, judging by the look, I would dare say that you are a bit confused. I have used lube and a condom on your impressive member. The lubricant has a desensitizing additive, so that I can keep you around longer. I find it much less troublesome than trying to force a pill down your throat. And, there are fewer side affects."

Mark was feeling the pleasure lessen in his cock. He had a lubricant similar to what the man must be using. He'd used it on guys that had never been fucked before, or were afraid of Mark's cock splitting them open. Mark didn't understand it. Sure, he did have a big cock, standing 9 inches erect, and it was fairly thick, but once a guy relaxed, their ass opened willingly to his cock, and they were always crying out for him to slam it deeper and harder up their ass. 

Mark had even fucked a some tops a few years ago on a weekend trip to a friend's dungeon play space. One of the tops was being mouthy and bitching about the equipment and that he had better stuff at home. So, they all decided that the guy needed to go fuck himself – but since that was impossible, a few had taken turns shoving their cocks deep in his ass. After a few minutes of pounding, he'd loosened up, demanding to be fucked harder, all the while being force fed cock after cock. He'd ended up sucking off 4 guys, each shooting their loads over his face and chest, while five of them had fucked him. He'd shot 3 loads jerking on his cock while getting plugged from both sides. They'd ended up letting him stay the whole weekend, too. He became everybody's favorite meat sandwich. It was nothing for him to have his cock up some guys ass, while being fucked from behind, all the while chowing down on some other hot cock. In one weekend, he went from being a 'never-been-fucked Top' to being a versatile switch that liked a hard cock any way he could get it.

"Hmm. You must be having some enjoyable thoughts..." the man trailed off. "I must tell you, though, that I have done this quite a few times before, and never had any issues with my actions. Today, however, with you, I am feeling more than just aroused and excited." The man twisted next to Mark, and he felt his cock brush along his arm. The man's cock felt hard and thick against his arm, radiating heat. He shifted back, drawing his cock across Mark's arm again, leaving a trail of pre-cum on his skin.

"But, I have always kept these adventures on a very un-personal level – never offering information or gestures to my prey. You, however, have stirred something in my psyche. You've touched me in a way that makes me feel more about you than I have about any other in the past. Why is that?"

Mark did not answer. He didn't know quite what to say to his captor.  He shrugged his shoulders as best he could, given the restraints. " I don't know."

"I am feeling that I must address you. While I know your name, I do not feel quite comfortable enough to call you that. But, I feel that I wish to personalize this more for the both of us. I shall call you... Angel. For, while you surely are not the purest of thought, strutting around in your leather as you do, I find something in you that stirs me." Mark again felt the man's body shift positions, and soon felt his moist lips on his nipples. Mark groaned at this new pleasure. "You may address me as.... King."

Mark trembled slightly as King's tongue flicked across his nipples, followed by teeth and small, nipping bites. "King, sir," Mark began, assuming a roll of subservience. "May I have another drink of water, sir?"

King leaned back and Mark felt the straw placed in his mouth. "I have a fondness for large male genitalia. I had this straw made from a large phallic toy that was purchased at a store. I had the center drilled out and some soft tubing inserted, much as a catheter would be. I find it to be a most impressive drinking utensil. Especially in moments like this."

Mark actually felt that he was enjoying the dildo straw in his mouth. Mark had sucked a few cocks in his time. He had really enjoyed tying a guy down once and sucking his on his cock for over 2 hours. And it was a glorious cock to behold, as well. He had met the guy at the gym one time, and they were both impressed with the physical prowess of the other. The chatted a bit in the locker room, making plans to meet in a few days to work out together. They had similar builds and physiques, with Mark standing just a few inches taller than him. After working out, they both stepped to the showers and continued talking. During their chatter, the guy's dick had started to grow, embarrassing him. Mark assured him that it was OK, he liked a hard dick to look at, and he rubbed his cock into motion. Both men continued working their stiff cocks, enjoying the site of the other man jerking off. They heard a sound as another man entered the shower area and turned away. "Maybe we need to continue this elsewhere," Mark had suggested.

They had gone back to Mark's place and fooled around a bit. The man asked where the bathroom was, and Mark told him where it was. The guy, however went to the wrong door – the one leading to Mark's playroom. "Well," the guy said, looking over his shoulder. "This looks quite interesting!" After he'd finished, he asked Mark to show him the playroom. In a matter of moments, both men were naked and Mark was telling the guy about how to use some of his toys and what he did. The guy's cock seemed to grow harder by the minute. Mark leaned forward and kissed him, pushing him down on the table he'd been sitting on. In a few swift moves, Mark had the man shackled and bound to the table, cock jutting straight up in the air, pre-cum oozing from the head and down the shaft.

"Angel? Are you with me?" King asked, snapping Mark back from his memory. "You seemed a little preoccupied." Mark realized that he'd been sucking on the dildo, no longer drinking the water it provided, but giving an artful demonstration of his cock sucking technique. "That was quite impressive, and I can only imagine what you must have been thinking of."

"I'm sorry, King. It was... a long time ago."

"Do not worry upon it, Angel. It must have been a very enjoyable and vivid memory. Your own member was pulsing with pleasure and seemed to grow even harder than before. I approve." He pulled the dildo away from his mouth, wiping a trail of saliva and water across Mark's chest. He marveled at the feel of the dildo pulling across his chest, dampening his hair as more water leaked from the hole, mixing with his spit.

King shifted himself again, and Mark could not feel his body rubbing against his own. King still stroked Mark's hard cock in a slow and steady rhythm. Only once did he stop; but he began again, but it felt as if he was using his other hand now. Mark could feel the surface he lay upon shift. He felt pressure on his thighs, as King straddled him and rested upon his weight on his knees, to either side of Mark's legs and arms.

"Now, my Angel. I am going to take something from you. I am going to take pleasure from your body." With that, he felt King shift again, moving his hand to grab Mark's cock in a different grip. Mark could begin to feel the closeness of King's body again, but this time, he was squatting over him. Slowly, Mark felt a pressure on the tip of his cock, and then it was slowly enveloped by warmth. King let a moan escape his lips as he impaled himself slowly on Mark's rigid cock. "Ah... yess! This, my Angel, is what I've been longing for since I first saw your magnificent body." Mark writhed beneath King, feeling his cock being enveloped by King's body. King slowly settled his weight upon Mark's pelvis, squeezing his ass tight around Mark's girth. "Oh, Angel! This is a magnificent tool you have been blessed with. I have named you well!"

King slowly began to rise along Mark's shaft, pumping his thighs up and down over Mark's body. King slowly rose and then slid slowly back down Mark's cock. Mark had never felt anything so sensual before. He struggled to move his hands, but the restraints held tight and firm. "Now, now, Angel. Do not fight it. This is my time and my pleasure. You are merely a device for me to use." He smacked his palm hard against Mark's abs, momentarily knocking the wind from him. All the while, King continued his slow pumping of Mark's cock, drawing the hard shaft deep inside and then until the cock almost slid free. Mark had never felt such a sensation before. He'd known a boy or 2 that wanted to be on top of him while his dick was deeply buried in their ass, but none ever worked it quite like his cock was being worked now.

Mark had no sense of time, but it felt like hours of pure bliss, as King slowly milked Mark's cock, sliding up and down with a rhythmic pattern. It was if he had an extra sense of when Mark was getting ready to unload his cum into the condom, as King would reach down and tug on Mark's balls and not move for a few moments. Mark could almost feel the cum drain back into his balls. Once again, King would begin his rhythmic motions, starting the process again and again.

King began to change his rhythm, impaling himself on Mark's cock faster and with more urgency. He would slowly rock back and forth as his ass stroked Mark's shaft, drawing more pleasure from the act and the hard cock he kept burying in his ass. His breathing was becoming more labored, and his eloquent speech had ceased, now only coming as guttural moans and groans of animal lust and pleasure. 

Mark was impressed however, with the King's stamina. He was still sliding up and down the hard cock, pumping his thighs, milking Mark's cock like a machine. Mark could feel the slap of King's balls against his abs when his cock was fully encased in King's ass. He could feel King's fingers slide against his skin as he seemed to be stroking his own cock, while riding Mark.

Faster and faster the strokes became, and their breath became more labored and panting. Both men were close to orgasm now, and Mark knew he would shoot load after load of hot cum into the condom any minute now. With a final drop onto Mark's cock, King grunted and let his cum explode. Mark could feel his abs and chest get coated with ropes of creamy jizz spraying across his torso, feeling his own balls churn their final bit of juice. King slid up and off of Mark's cock and pulled the condom off as the first shot of cum burst forth from the head. He grabbed Mark's cock and stroked it hard, pulling shot after shot of cum from Marks' balls. He felt the warm fluid land on his chest and abs, mixing with the cooling shots that King had released just moments before. He was groaning with pleasure as waves of orgasm wracked his bound torso, rippling his muscles with each shot that King milked from his cock.




Turning the Table



Slowly, King released Mark's cock and let it fall to his abs. Mark began to release his tensed muscles as the last drops of cum oozed from the slit. His breathing was coming hard and heavy, and he tried to breath deeply, filling his lungs with oxygen. Slowly, as he calmed and came back to himself, he could hear the other man moving about the room.

"That was quite an enjoyable adventure for me, Angel. And I can only assume, judging from the copious amounts of juice coaxed from your loins, that you are pleased with the experience as well. But, alas, all good things must come to an end." Before Mark could even wonder what was meant, he felt the cloth cover his mouth and nose and he was struggling against the blankness he'd felt before.

Mark awoke, slowly coming up from the blackness that surrounded him. His mouth felt full of cotton; he opened it and licked at his lips. Slowly, he began to open his eyes, to survey the area around him. He didn't remember drinking that much... then his memories came flooding back to him. He jolted awake, opening his eyes full, gasping for breath. His lungs filled with the deep intake of air, and his eyes adjusted to the scene around him.

He was sitting in the parking lot of The Rack, the local leather bar in town. He was in the front seat of his truck, dressed in a harness and his leather pants. His vest was across his broad shoulders, and his harness tugged at metal band around the base of his cock. He looked about the cab of his truck, seeing only the seats around him, empty, except for the bag of toys he'd brought with him last night... Had it been last night? He looked at his watch, pushing the tiny buttons until the day glowed up at him. It was Saturday night! He looked around his truck again, trying to remember all that had happened to him.

He was startled by a knocking on the window of his door. "Mark, is you all right in there?" He turned to see the kid from the bar – what was his name? Jake? – staring back at him. "Hey! Are you ok?"

Mark reached for the keys that were dangling in the ignition, slowly turned them on to provide power and pushed the button to drop the window. "Yeah... I guess so... I fell a little... lost." A cool evening breeze blew in through the window, bringing the scent of the parking lot to his nose. He could sense a faint chemical smell beneath the other smells, but he pushed that from his mind.

"Well, you look as though you had a night with the devil, that's for sure. Didn't you go home last night?" There was a flash in Jake's green eyes, and a look of concern. "Wow. I guess the boy you were waiting for finally did appear. And, judging by your look, it must have been one wild night!"

"Uh... Yeah... I mean, no! Damn! I don't know WHAT happened last night! Last thing I can remember is leaving here... Then... I woke up and you were at my window.... I.... I can.... I dunno.... I seem to remember.... Damn! It's all a blur.... I can't really remember a thing!"

"Well, why don't you come on inside and I'll get you something to drink. Some coffee or a Coke or something. Come on. You can keep me company while I set up."

Mark put the window back up, pulled the keys and climbed out of the truck. He nearly fell back into the truck, but Jake grabbed his arm and pulled him up. "God, I feel so weak.... I don't think I've had anything...."

"To eat? Yes, you look a little hungry. But, don't worry, I'm sure it will all come back to you. It must have been a wild night, though." Jake lead Mark towards the bar. "I'm sure I have something to give you and it will help, my Angel."



Turning The Tables



Brent wasn't bothered by the games Derrick sometimes played but lately things had been getting out of hand. Derrick had come home two months ago from his History in Lit class after reading about Marquis De Sade with the idea set in his mind for a little bit of different fun. It took Derrick another month to actually convince Brent to go along with him.

"Brent, look no harm just gonna tie you up for a bit." Soon changed to, "If you beg again you'll get another pop from the strap." 

Now Brent likes a good, healthy spanking from time to time but when he has trouble sitting through a whole lecture in class the next day there might be a problem. Another catch-22 of Derrick's whole control game was Brent had been the bottom for a month now. A month's not long, right? Well it sure as hell seems long when Derrick is on him 2 or 3 times a day. One night after sex Brent had asked Derrick to let him top next time and all that resulted in was an answer from the strap. When Brent flat out refused to wear the vibrating, remote controlled butt plug that Derrick brought home, his only sexual release for a week was his own right hand.

"Jesus, Brent are you alright?" The short, brunette girl with the Nosferatu shirt asked her tall friend as he carefully sat in the chair next to her. 

"Yep never better, Jeannie."

"Derrick?" Jeannie questioned.

"Oh, he's a pain in my ass as usual." Brent smiled pushing his shoulder length black hair away from his face.

"I know it's none of my business but I think it's about time you turn the tables on this little game of Derrick's. Give him some of his own medicine." She turned back to pay attention the lecture leaving Brent with his thoughts.

'I actually think she has the right idea. It's about time you let Derrick know how it's going to be from now on.'

***** 

When Derrick came home that night he turned the overhead light on in the living room and found Brent sitting naked on the couch.

"Come here, Derrick." Brent smiled wickedly seeing the gleam in his lover's eyes as the blonde made his way to the couch.

"What have we got here?" Derrick purred straddling Brent's lap.

"We're gonna play my way tonight, got it? Now get down, I want you to suck my cock."

"Is that an order?" Derrick asked reaching between them to take hold of Brent's cock.

"Yes." Brent moaned as his lover continued to stroke him.

"Very well." Derrick smiled, kissed Brent quickly before moving to kneel between his legs. He slowly licked up and down his shaft before taking the head in his mouth, flicking his tongue and tasting his lover's precum.

Brent wove his fingers through the blonde's locks as Derrick lowered his mouth full on his cock then started bobbing his head slowly.

"Faster." Brent commanded, as he started raising his hips to meet Derrick's mouth. He moaned as he felt his lover's throat tighten around him.

"Yes, that's it. Oh, yes here it comes." Brent panted as he came, shooting his load down the other man's willing throat.

As Derrick released his cock and noisily licked his lips, Brent patted his head.

"Good boy, now get up we're not done yet. Strip."

Derrick stood obediently and started undressing himself never losing eye contact with Brent.

Brent watched Derrick divulge himself of every bit of clothing, standing completely naked and rock hard in front of him.

"Don't touch yourself." Brent barked as Derrick's hand slid down his abdomen and reached for his cock.

Brent stood and took him by the arm, leading them to the bedroom.

"Get on the bed, on your stomach." Brent smiled as Derrick submissively obeyed. This was starting to be fun, no wonder Derrick hadn't let him be in control before. He straddled Derrick's back as he locked his arms into the restraints on the bedpost. He nibbled along his backbone until he arrived at his ass where he raised his hand and brought it down hard on the blonde's bottom causing him to yelp.

"Oh, you've been very naughty this last month haven't you? I think you went a little power crazy. But now I've turned it around haven't I?" He locked the restraints around Derrick's ankles and got off the bed to get a better look at his handiwork; Derrick spread out on the bed, his pale ass with the bright red hand print looking ever so inviting.

Walking to the dresser Brent removed the leather strap from the top drawer. He went back to the bed and sat down, running the strap down Derrick's body.

"You're very quiet. Don't you want to play?" He whispered into the blonde's ear.

"No, no I do, I do. Just waiting for you." Derrick panted.

"Waiting for you what?" Brent questioned bringing the strap down with a pop against his captives ass, causing a howl of pain to tear from Derrick's throat.

"Fuck! Master, waiting on you Master!"

"Good, now tell me what you've done to deserve this punishment." The demand was followed by another crack of the strap.

'Jesus this is fucking hot.' Brent thought to himself, looking at his lover tied up, flame red marks across the soft skin of his white ass. He had to restrain himself from plunging his hard cock into Derrick and fucking him for all it's worth.

"I was bad, so bad. I didn't know my place. Thought I could control you."

*Crack*

"What?" Brent swore he'd seen a smile creep across Derrick's mouth.

"Master, thought I could control you Master."

*Crack*

"You like this don't you? Tell me what else you like besides me beating that delicious ass of yours red."

"You know what I like."

*Crack*

Derrick was teasing, he knew exactly what he was doing.

"I like, I love that hard cock of yours and I want you to quit playing and pound it into me so hard I won't be able to sit down tomorrow."

*Crack*

"Don't worry you won't be able to sit tomorrow." Brent straddled Derrick's hips and slipped his cock between his asscheeks teased his puckered hole then withdrew causing Derrick to groan in protest.

"Brent please!"

"Don't beg." Brent ordered slapping his ass with his bare hand this time.

"Tell me more." Brent said as he moved to remove Derrick's ankle restraints.

"I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard and fuck me right now." 

As soon as his legs were free Derrick drew them under himself, thrusting his ass towards Brent.

"Do it now." He growled.

Without any hesitation, Brent pushed himself into Derrick's unlubed asshole, moaning loudly as his cock was enveloped in raw, tight heat.

"Fuck!" Derrick cried out, fist balled at the pain of the unprepared intrusion.

Brent slapped his ass hard as he continued thrusting into Derrick.

"What's wrong? You can dish it out but can't take it, eh? Well you are gonna take it, every inch and like it."

Derrick bucked his hips and moaned.

"Yes, master, fuck me harder."

Teasingly Brent slowed his pace, concentrating on his cock sliding slowly in and out of Derrick's ass.

"Please, please Master, take my cock." Derrick mewled as Brent again sped up his thrusts.

Forgetting all context of torture he'd prepared for Derrick, just wanting to get them both off, Brent reached around the blonde's body and forcefully started pumping his cock as he felt his own orgasm starting.

Simultaneous moans escaped both men as they reached their completions together.

Brent reached up to unfasten Derrick as he lay heavily on his back.

"You liked that didn't you? Me in control, you loved it." Brent said as he pulled out of his lover.

Rolling over onto his back, Derrick let a satiated grin spread across his face.

"Oh, yeah I loved it. I was just wondering what the hell took you so long to actually take control."



Turning the Tables



I had never really forgiven my wife, Clare for her last episode. We had come to the agreement that she could find someone and fuck them once a month, she had done but had secretly contacted them through an agency; you see my wife Clare has an obsession with big dicks, really big dicks and they have to be black. We have hired a guy in, we have set up cameras to film the sex sessions and we have even had a mass gangbang where four black studs took turns in fucking her. She was desperate to have some more big cock loving but I had put my foot down. Occasionally I would treat her with her favourite 9" dildo but that was that. To be fair to Clare she was taking it very well, her appetite for sex with me had doubled and she was pouncing on me whenever the chance presented itself. Clare is very voluptuous with size 38g boobs and a big curvy ass. She used to never swallow my cum until our first black incident and now does so regularly; she wears more sexy underwear and keeps begging me to fuck her at parties, relatives' homes all sorts of places.

It had been four months since the encounter where she let me down and I thought that I would get her a treat, a special big-dicked treat but with a twist. I wasn't going to let her get away with her betrayal that easily. 

I told her on Monday that she was going to receive a special 'gift' at the weekend if she could behave herself. That meant no masturbating to any films, no use of her dildo, and a complete sex ban for the week. I knew that would drive her crazy and she almost never agreed. I said that if I found out she had broken the agreement the 'gift' would be cancelled.

By Friday night, Clare was insatiable, I knew she hadn't touched herself all week as she was getting grumpy and couldn't help grabbing my dick in bed at night. She was going to pay all right, I could hardly wait.

"Please, let me just suck you tonight," she said, "not for me, just for you, you can shoot all over my face, anything."

"Sorry love, you'll have to wait." I rolled over and fell, eventually, to sleep.

Saturday morning came and with it, breakfast in bed, Clare was wearing nothing apart from a pair of stockings and suspenders. "Hi," she whispered. My dick ached for her so much, I hadn't had sex either which was hard and I was so desperate to fuck her there and then. I ate my breakfast and told her the plan.

"I'm going golfing with the guys and when I get back I want you to be ready, you need to have had a bath, trimmed yourself and you need to be wearing something sexy. I want you to be on the bed waiting with your ankles tied to the bedpost. I will do your wrists." Clare opened her mouth to talk and I closed it with a finger.

After a long day's golfing I came home with my guests. I had telephoned Barnes, the guy we had had our first encounter with and he had agreed to my plan. He was not alone, he had brought with him a friend, Ruby, a slim black girl with a tight waist and small pert breasts. I grabbed us all a drink and went upstairs. Clare was lying on the bed wearing a pair of pink French knickers and a tight see-through top, her ankles were tied securely to the bed posts and I could see moisture through her knickers already. She saw me and smiled, there was a wanton lust in those eyes that could make a man cum in seconds just by looking at them. I sat on the bed and kissed my wife firmly on the lips, she responded instantly her tongue slipping in and out of my mouth, her hands springing to my erect dick, she moaned softly and I put her hands down and tied her to the top two bed posts. "so." I said, "are you excited about your gift?" Clare merely nodded and bit her lip with excitement. I went to the door and fetched in Barnes. As soon as Clare saw him, she almost came herself. Every day over the past four months she had probably been fantasising about him and this last week just built up into a maddening orgasm just waiting to explode.

Barnes walked over to the bed and sat down, he kissed her on the lips too and her hips lifted off the bed, eager to be in on the action. He stopped and pulled a blindfold from his pocket. Quickly he slipped it onto Clare's eyes.

"You missed me baby?" he whispered.

"Oh Barnes, I have been desperate for you so much, fill me up, please. Please!"

When we were satisfied, she couldn't see we introduced Ruby into the room. She was under strict instructions not to say anything. Ruby looked at my wife's body for a few seconds and smiled to herself. Ruby then peeled off Clare's knickers slowly whilst Barnes talked. "So Clare, what do you want from me?"

"Your huge dick, I want it so much."

"All in good time, how about this first?" at that moment Ruby ran her finger deep in Clare's pussy, she shivered uncontrollably and goose bumps popped out all over her curvy figure. Ruby started slowly fingering Clare and within a few seconds Clare had cum.

"Well, well," said Barnes, "you really have missed me. What do you think to me eating out your cute pussy?"

"Mmm, please" Ruby began to slowly lick at my wife's dripping mound like a cat, Ruby was clearly an expert as Clare was moaning and howling like never before. Clare came again but Ruby did not stop, she loved doing this and continued licking, only now faster and deeper. Clare came again, her fists clenched in pleasure. Ruby stuck three fingers into Clare's pussy and started fingering her whilst licking her swollen clit. Clare screamed a deep guttural cry and she orgasmed, her body shaking and twitching. Ruby stopped and Clare wriggled about on the bed. She had just had a multiple orgasm without a dick inside her and from a woman, this was amazing. 

"How do you fancy my big dick inside you Clare?" asked Barnes

"Yeah," she breathed heavily. 

"Why, why do you want it?" I asked her.

"Because it's the best, it's the best cock I've ever had. I've been thinking of it every time me and Jon fuck, how good it felt deep inside me. Give it to me, please."

Ruby had fastened a strap-on dildo to herself and slid between Clare's legs. The dildo was about the size of Barnes cock, a good ten inches or so and thick. Ruby started fucking Clare slowly with just the head and Clare was howling in pleasure once more. Ruby began to build up the rhythm and started ploughing the whole length deep inside her. Seeing this sexy black woman with a slim waist fucking my wife was too much for me and I came in my pants. Clare was still moaning unintelligibly and I had lost account the amount of times she had come.

I sat on the bed and watched Clare's face, she was biting her lip and her hands were desperate to be free. I nodded at Ruby who slowed the pace down. 

"How does that feel baby?"

"Amazing, the best ever." She mumbled.

"What better than the four guys at once?"

"Oh yeah, I came so many times and I multipled with his tongue in me, that's never happened before." 

I took the blindfold off and Clare took in the scene instantly, Ruby was standing between her legs with a wicked smile on her face and Barnes was in a chair next to the bed. She looked horrified. "What?!"

"A little payback for the last time," I said. "You've just had the 'best sex ever' from our friend Ruby."

Clare couldn't believe it, she was speechless. "What do you think?" I asked.

Clare looked at me, "you bastard." 

"Ah ah ah, we can make this good." I untied her and she rubbed at her wrists where the silk scarves had tightened due to her writhing around. Clare got up from the bed and grabbed a drink. Barnes stood up and held her by the shoulders. Even though she was still a little shocked and probably cross, she was putty in Barnes' manly hands. "You looked amazing then Clare," he said, "I want to fuck you all night long. You said Ruby was the best, I'm gonna change that tonight." He kissed Clare on the lips and grabbed a handful of massive tit. Clare broke out in goose bumps again. 

"I want to fuck you here in front of my husband" Clare said with a wicked grin on her face.

"There is a price," I said. 

"What?" she blurted.

"You've got to repay the favour... to Ruby." Now Clare looked even more shocked. "I want you to go down on Ruby and eat her out like she did to you."

"No way."

"Sorry Clare," said Barnes, "If you want me, you gotta eat Ruby first, it's the deal."

Ruby took Clare's hand and led her back to the bed. Ruby sat down with her legs open. Clare looked uncomfortable, she was probably twice the size of this petite woman and Clare's massive tits and ass dwarfed Ruby's easily.

"Don't worry," said Ruby, "I've fucked a lot of women and you were one of the best. I love big, sexy women. I want you to make me come whilst Barnes and your husband watch." She took Clare's hand and rubbed it against her well-trimmed pussy. It was wet and Ruby's legs opened wider to allow Clare easy access. Clare slowly fingered her like she was masturbating herself and before long Ruby was moaning in pleasure. Clare continued to fuck her with her fingers whilst Barnes and I watched, Ruby grabbed a handful of Clare's boobs and started sucking the large hard nipples. Clare moaned then and I knew she was enjoying it. 

"Eat me Clare, eat me." Clare cautiously went down on Ruby and buried her head between Ruby's long, slim legs. She lapped away like a dog at first and then gradually got into her own rhythm. "Clare, lick me like you want to be licked yourself," Ruby said. Clare began to lick her clit more and more and slid a finger into Ruby's tight pussy. Ruby was moaning with pleasure now and I could tell Clare was really getting into it. Her huge tits were pressed against Ruby's black body and her large ass stood proud in the air, her pussy glistening and wet could be seen. I nodded to Barnes and he removed his trousers. Without warning he slipped his massive dick deep into Clare's aching hole and started fucking her. Clare grunted with pleasure and started licking Ruby harder and faster. It was truly amazing, my wife was eating out a sexy black call girl whilst her fantasy man was giving her the fucking of a lifetime in her favourite position. My dick was fully hard again and I moved over to Clare, I started wanking off and tweaked an erect nipple in my fingers. Clare looked up at me and smiled with pleasure and then continued licking out Ruby. Ruby grabbed my wife's hair and moaned deeply, she had just cum. Barnes withdrew and left Clare to stand up. Ruby got up and kissed Clare full on the lips, Clare immediately kissed her back and they were in a passionate embrace. Ruby then broke off and Barnes lay on the bed. Clare wasted no time in straddling his big dick which left Ruby free to suck my cock. Ruby gave an amazing blowjob and I had ejaculated down her throat in seconds. I opened my eyes to see Clare grinding deeply on Barnes monster cock and knew this was only the beginning of the night.



Turning the Tables



AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This story contains graphic sexual descriptions. If you are under eighteen or likely to be offended, please do not continue to read beyond this point.

This story is the property of the author. 

Copyright 2004 March, All Rights Reserved

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Petra let her tongue slide slowly over the wet folds of flesh. Playfully licking the tip of the erect clitoris hood she then let her tongue travel back down. The woman receiving this excellent attention moaned loudly.

"Come on. I want to see you explode." Petra whispered. "I want to see you cum over my mouth and face. I want taste you."

The woman writhed on the mattress, her hands twisted in the handcuffs that were secured to the bed head. She suddenly arched her back and Petra began to feel sweet sticky juice cascade onto her face.

"Oh baby, you taste so good," Petra shouted as she stared intently at her captive.

"Oh yeah!" shouted the woman in pleasurable ecstasy. Petra let her tongue wash over the woman's pussy, drinking greedily at such a feast. Several times her expert tongue brought the woman over the edge until Petra decided to calmed things down and leaned over to kiss the woman full on the mouth.

"Hmm, I will have the taste of you with me all day." Petra whispered with a big smile as she quickly unlocked the cuffs and pulled the women's hands free.

"I gotta go the bathroom, see you in soon sweetness." She said as she hurriedly pulled on her robe and headed out of the bedroom.

While washing herself, Petra looked at her own reflection in the mirror. Her mass of naturally curly auburn hair, which fell untidily over her face, could not hide the fact she was a very attractive women.

"Your twenty five and in your prime, girl." she said back to her reflection, while admiring her long legs and toned body. She smiled and let her cute nose wrinkle up, as she pushed out her small but firm breasts towards the mirror. When she returned to the bedroom she found the woman sitting up and slowly getting dressed. Petra noticed that despite being probably in her forties the woman still had a good figure. Her short strawberry blond hair showed off her tanned face and blue eyes.

"Don't you want to freshen up sweetness?" asked Petra. "The bathrooms free now."

"Er, no I've got to go," replied the older woman nervously. "That was wonderful. You were wonderful." she continued as she hurriedly got dressed.

"I aim to please," said Petra "That will be one hundred pounds sweetness"

The women looked up in slight surprise "Oh, yes. Do forgive me. I'm so forgetful. This is the first time I've ever..."

"Been eaten out by a prostitute?" added Petra mischievously.

"Oh no!" replied the woman in some alarm. "I mean, I have always wanted to try something like this with a women. But I needed to be discrete. I needed no comebacks."

"Hey, its alright. You came to the right girl" Petra said trying to calm things down. "It will always be discrete with me. You need never worry sweetness." This reassurance helped the woman regain her composure. And she smiled back a Petra.

"Please, call me Sue. I prefer that. I would love to become a regular of yours Petra. There are so many things I want to experiment with."

"Well just you give me a call Sue. I'll always fit you in. Besides you make such a change from all the male clients I have. And you taste so much better then any of them!" joked Petra and both women laughed. Sue then handed Petra her money from a large briefcase, before Petra ushered her out of the front door as quickly as she could. But a few minutes later there was a knock on the door again.

Petra was still only dressed in her robe and answered the door half expecting to find Sue standing there again. Instead, a figure dressed in black with a beanie hat pulled tightly over their head pushed passed her in a great hurry.

"What the...Who the hell are you," screamed Petra as she was almost pushed to the floor. "Hey come back here!" She said as she saw the intruder disappear into her bedroom and gave chase. To her amazement instead of being confronted by some maniac, Petra found herself face to face with a young teenage girl.

"Please, we need to talk. We have something in common!" babbled the girl as Petra pushed her against the wall. As the girl's hat fell off waves of strawberry blond hair tumbled down around her shoulders. Petra stood back in astonishment.

"My name is Bonnie," continued the girl in some distress "And you just slept with my mother!" Petra stared back at her in shock.

"What? What are you talking about?" was all she could say.

The girl began to gain some composure. "My mother, Sue. You and her did it together, just now. I know. I heard everything. She rang me and forgot to turn off her mobile while on the way to she meet you. Left it in her briefcase still turned on. I heard everything...where you live...everything."

The full horror hit Petra harder then a fist. "Oh my God!" was all she could say as she sat on the bed in total shock. But what happened next shocked her even more.

"I want the to do the same. I want to experience what my mother experienced." Said Bonnie suddenly.

"What?" said Petra hoping she had misheard.

"Yes, I want you to do the same to me. Take me to bed. Eat me out," said Bonnie now very confident. "You do it and I won't open my mouth about you and mum"

Petra couldn't believe what she was hearing. "That's blackmail." She finally managed to say.

"Yeah, so," Said the girl "You do me and I'll be implicated just as much as you and my mum. My father is very nasty, if he finds out all hell will be let lose. Look, I'm old enough. I turned eighteen last week, here's my ID."

Petra glanced briefly at Bonnie's ID card. What a mess. What was she to do? Slowly she stood up, walked over to Bonne and stared at her full in the face. She saw a very attractive young lady starring back, big beautiful blue eyes, a lovely shaped nose and lips. And few freckles dotted around her face with her long strawberry blond hair falling down to her shoulders.

"Take your clothes off." was all she could say before walking slowly out of the bedroom and closing the front door. As Petra walked back to the bedroom she let her robe fall off behind her. She lay on the bed and slowly moved a hand down her thigh, pushing a few fingers onto her pussy as she casually watched Bonnie get naked as well.

Bonnie moved as quick as she could. Pulling off her clothes and letting them drop to the floor. She was soon only in her bra and panties. And soon those were gone too. There she stood, triumphantly in front of the bed waiting for the next move.

Petra let her eyes feast on what they saw. On Bonnie's pert small young nipples, which stood to attention as the cool air hit them. On her slim

body and white milky skin. And her silvery blond triangle of hair between her legs.

"Come here" Petra whispered holding out her arms.

Bonnie moved onto the bed and quickly into the awaiting arms of Petra. The two women gently let their hands caress each other, staring into each

other's eyes in complete silence. Then slowly moving towards a kiss. Lips meeting, touching, joining. Bonnie was very eager and excited, anxiously pushing her tongue hard into the open mouth of her "lover." Petra tried to control things, pulling her head back and pushing Bonnie away.

"Hey, not so fast! Take it easy sweetness."

But Bonnie was in no mood to listen. She pushed herself once more onto Petra and again started a kiss. Petra felt Bonnie's tongue frantically trying to push its way past her now clenched teeth. She tried to move but found her head held tightly in the hands of this young girl, who had remarkable strength. She tried to cry out, but found instead she let the deep penetrating kiss take over. Soon she was kissing back, just as frantically, just as deeply.

Petra suddenly snapped out of this delirium. What the hell was she doing? She should be in charge here. Quickly she pushed Bonnie onto her back, breaking their kiss and straddling the teenager.

"Hey now listen" she said sternly. "Lets get one thing straight. I maybe just a whore in your eyes but you better treat me with respect! I'm in charge here OK."

Bonnie looked shocked. Her face turned bright red "I'm sorry ..."

"OK, just so we know where we stand." Said Petra regaining her composure. "Look, its alright sweetness. Just, you're young and far too eager. If you want me to teach you I've got to be in charge."

"I understand." The teenager whispered. "It's just listening to you and my mother... I'm really horny Petra. Will you handcuff me to the bed as well?"

"No way." Petra snapped.

She was beginning to get irritated now. But more to the point Petra felt unnerved by the fact that this girl, this teenager, this blackmailer, actually really turned her on. Petra was used to simply turning off her emotions. Taking the lead and acting out whatever the client wanted, then charging a price for it. But today things were certainly different.

"Sorry" she said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap like that...Look sweetness, come here. Hold me. Let me kiss you. Bonnie listen, I'm just as horny as you are."

With that Petra moved her head down and began to let her lips lightly press against the girl's. Suddenly both women seem to just let go and next instant they were lost in a deep loving kiss. Hands wandered over skin, legs playful intertwined and breasts crushed against each other. Petra moved downward and let her mouth find the sweet tiny nipples of the teenager. She sucked on each one hard, letting her teeth nibble them lightly and pull on them. This brought a low moan from Bonnie.

"Oh, yes, oh yeah suck harder. Please suck harder!" the young girl cried.

"Oh, so this is what a dirty girl likes." Petra said with delight.

With that Petra let one of her hand's roam down between Bonnie's legs. Pushing them apart with one of her knees she let her fingers brush gently over the lips of the teenager's pussy. Sliding slowly inside, Petra carefully pushed one of her fingers in and out. Soon it was joined by a second, then a third.

"Oh, shit that's good." Shouted Bonnie.

Kneeling on the bed, Petra quickly moved both her hands under Bonnie's sweet tight bottom. Moving forward she lifted the teenager's body higher. Before she knew what was happening Bonnie found herself almost on her head. Firm hands gripped her

waist and she could feel Petra's body warming her back. She opened her eyes to see Petra's smiling face looking down at her between her outstretched legs, which were now resting on the prostitute's shoulders.

"What a position to find yourself in young lady." Mocked Petra before she started to let her tongue push between the folds of Bonnie's very wet pussy.

Bonnie found she could hardly move. Waves of pleasure, like little electric shocks moved rapidly down her body as Petra worked her magic. She tried to push herself harder against the mouth of her sweet tormenter, but Petra held her tightly and continued her skilled attack.

"My, what have we here?" teased Petra. "Why if it isn't the sweetest little clit. Just standing to attention waiting to be licked."

"Oh fuck! Yes! Lick it! Fucking lick my clit!" screamed Bonnie now so very near the edge.

With that Petra began to gorge herself hungrily. Sweeping her wet tongue this way and that across the sweet wet pussy lips. Forcing them open and pushing her tongue as deep as it would go. Fucking Bonnie with it. Making her squirm as Petra continued to gently work on the beautiful ripe clit. Tasting her. Drinking her. Loving her. Then Bonnie climaxed.

"Oh fucking hell!! Yes!!" screamed the young girl.

Her body twisted in total pleasure. Her legs became rigid and clasped Petra's head. Eventually sliding down onto the bed Bonnie continued to shake in pure orgasmic ecstasy. When Bonnie finally recovered she found herself alone. The sound of running water was coming from the bathroom. Eventually Petra returned wet, naked, with just a towel wrapped around her head.

"Well young lady. You seem to have enjoyed yourself. Now if you don't mind I would like you to leave." Petra said bluntly.

"Petra, please don't be like that. Don't be so hard, please!" cried Bonnie. "We both shared something..."

"No we did not!" snapped Petra. "We didn't share anything. You wanted to experience what your mother did. Well fine. You did. Now please go."

Bonnie stared back at Petra. She felt like she had been slapped down hard and cruelly. Slowly she got off the bed, pushing her lovely blonde hair away from her face. She began to collect her clothes and as she did so tears began to flow down her cheeks.

"Oh fucking hell. This is all I need!" said Petra under her breath. "Look Bonnie. I'm sorry, look stop it. Fucking hell! Come here. Sit on the bed

with me sweetness. Stop crying, please!"

Once again Petra found herself cuddling and comforting Bonnie. Both women held each other tightly, rocking back and forth on the bed. As Petra gazed into Bonnie's beautiful young face she couldn't stop herself. Leaning forward she kissed her again. Deeply. Passionately. Leaning back on the bed head Petra let Bonnie slowly kiss down her neck.

"I'm really sorry to do this to you Petra. I really am." Whispered Bonnie.

Petra sighed and closed her eyes. She was enjoying this. At least Bonnie had stopped crying. Suddenly she became aware that her left arm seemed pinned down. She couldn't move it. In horror she saw that her arm was now fixed tightly to the bed head. The pair of silver handcuffs had been snapped over her wrist. Before she knew what was happening her other arm had been violently pushed back and was also attached to the bed head via the other pair of cuffs. She couldn't move.

"As I was saying. I'm really sorry to do this to you Petra. I really am." Bonnie said with wicked smile on her face. "Well it appears that I'm in charge now doesn't it!"

Petra frantically tried to pull herself free of her restraints, but it was no use. She was about to let out a scream but Bonnie suddenly covered her mouth with her own. Kissing her with all her might the young girl forced her tongue deep inside, transfixing the brunette with her efforts.

Suddenly Bonnie broke the kiss. Placing a finger gently across Petra's mouth the teenager whispered. " Listen to me Petra. I'm not going to hurt you. You're right; I really enjoyed what you

did to me. You really made me see stars."

Standing up Bonnie casually walked around the bed, all the while staring intently at her captive. A much more confident, assertive adult had suddenly replaced the nervy awkward teenager's personality.

Petra glared back, her arms straining in the cuffs.

"Besides," continued Bonnie "What are you going to do? Scream? I doubt anyone will come. And remember, if I walk out of here now you'll be stuck on that bed for a very long time. I'd cooperate if I were you."

Petra quickly weighed up what Bonnie was saying. She soon realized the truth. She began to curse herself for letting her guard down and being ensnared so easily. For now though she recognized she had no option but to play along.

"What do you want? Money? It's all over there. Take it and let me go." She said as calmly as she could.

"Thanks" replied Bonnie. "But I'll only take what I earn. And so far I haven't done that."

"What do you mean?" Asked Petra.

Bonnie sat back down on the bed and leaned over. Petra felt small pert nipples glide against hers, which sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. Looking up she was confronted once again with Bonnie's pretty sweet innocent face almost inches from her own.

"You think I'm just a naïve teenager when it comes to fucking someone" Bonnie continued. "Well with men that's true. But women, oh that's a very different story. I suppose it won't surprise you to know that thanks to my parents I've spent quite a few years in boarding school. I soon found out very early on that I preferred girls. And I made the most of it when the lights went out at night. We were all at it. Proper little lesbians we were. Experimenting all the time."

"And what's that got to do with me?" asked Petra.

Bonnie moved closer and again gave Petra a lingering deep kiss that once again almost took her breath away. The atmosphere seemed electrically charge now. The two women continued their passionate advances. Petra stained in her cuffs. Despite her best efforts she found herself

becoming more and more aroused.

Bonnie suddenly broke away. The sound of heavy breathing and the musky smell of awaken excitement filled the room.

"I want to make love to you Petra." Bonnie whispered.

Petra suddenly burst out laughing. " I'm glad you do. But sweetness you couldn't afford my fees."

"I know." said Bonnie very seriously "But YOU could afford to pay me, for my services."

"What do you mean, pay you?" Petra asked.

"Simple really. Just make me your whore Petra," replied Bonnie with a very wicked smile on her face." I'd become your own personal hooker."

This stunned Petra. The brunette was totally lost for words. The whole idea of Bonnie offering her personal services seemed utterly ludicrous. And yet, somewhere in the back of her mind this situation seemed very erotic, almost appealing.

Petra started laughing again "You've got to be joking. You want me to pay you! No way lady! Now stop this and let me go."

"I understand your anger Petra," continued Bonnie " But you really haven't let me show how good I am. I'm better than any man, better than any toy. Whatever fantasy you have I'll make it reality. I know you're really turned on just as much as me. I'm going to make love to you now. Then you'll see just how good you and me are together."

And with that Bonnie moved down Petra's body. Kissing slowly down her neck. Hands, gently pushing at her breasts, feeding them greedily into her own mouth. Sucking. Biting. Her own legs forcing apart the thighs of the older woman's. Letting a hand caress slowly downwards. Touching. Feeling. Entering.

Petra groaned. She knew she shouldn't be enjoying this. She knew she should stop this now. Clamp her legs together. Bite. Kick. Tell Bonnie to simply fuck off and to hell with the consequences. But she couldn't. She was lost. Lost in a fever pitch of sexual gratification. And she had to see it through.

"Oh fuck yes!" she found herself saying as she pushed her legs wider apart. Petra then watched the mischievous grin on Bonnie's face as she moved down her body. Unhurriedly sinking between her legs.

That feeling. That incredible feeling as a lovers tongue enticingly rolls over your own wet expectant pussy. Hot breath. Smooth skin. Heightened sensations. All these things Petra began to experience as Bonnie pushed her nearer the edge. She closed her eyes, bit her lip and pulled harder and harder on her cuffs. The first jolt of an orgasm began to build up. Gradually. Then more. Then more still.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop. Oh yes. That's it. Oh fuck I'm cuming!" She heard herself cry out.

But Bonnie was not yet ready to let Petra off with simply a few nice orgasms. She had a point to prove. And besides, she was just getting going herself. She enjoyed tasting her new playmate and wanted more. She quickly decided on her next course of action. She pushed herself up onto her elbows and smiled as she observed Petra trying to regain her senses.

"Hoped you liked it." She grinned, her blonde hair now matted to her face. Her exquisite, kissable mouth covered in a film of pussy juice. "By the way, you taste divine. Let me do your G-spot now."

Before Petra could protest she felt Bonnie pushing her delicate fingers inside her once again. The young girl now concentrated intently as she moved them upward and underneath Petra's clit. Easing her hand forwards Bonnie watched for Petra's reaction as she moved slowly just inside her soaking wet pussy.




Turning the Tables



"Oh no! Stop!" squealed Petra "I feel like I'm going to pee!"

This brought a broad smile to the young girls face. "No you're not silly. Just go with it."

Petra groaned as she began to suddenly encounter ripples of powerful enjoyment. Higher and higher Bonnie took her. Stroking her fingers skilfully inside Petra's now gaping wide pussy. Things were becoming a blur in Petra's mind. She was so near now. She opened her mouth to scream but couldn't. In the very back of her brain she heard Bonnie exclaim.

"Petra, your clit is so beautiful. Hmm, I must taste it again."

That's all it took. Petra was pushed over her plateau. A magnificent deep feeling enveloped her, like someone had cracked a whip over her body.

She convulsed and lifted off the bed in a state of pure extasy. Again and again she climaxed until she just had to stop. She flopped down. Totally. Utterly. Completely. Spent. How delicious.

Petra felt she wanted to be a little girl again. Wrapped up warm and safe. She didn't feel the handcuffs being removed. All she could remember was curling up in a little ball, the covers of her bed pulled tightly over her as she slept. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked around her bedroom but saw no sign of Bonnie.

As quickly as she could she jumped out of bed and wondered around her apartment. There was no sign of Bonnie anywhere. Or was there? Petra suddenly noticed a sheet of paper placed neatly on the kitchen table. Frantically she picked it up. It read.

"Dear Sweetest Petra. Glad you enjoyed yourself. I've taken the £100 you charged my mother Sue, for your services. It will cost you the same if you want to see me again. My mobile number is written on the back of this note. Love Bonnie."

Petra hurriedly turned over the note and stared at the mobile phone number that Bonnie had written. Would she ever use it? Could she bring herself to?

The ringing of Petra's own mobile phone brought her back to reality with a jolt. Picking it up she pressed the answer key and spoke.

"Hello, Petra here." She said. The female voice she heard almost made her drop the phone.

"Petra. It's Sue here. Listen I really enjoyed our get together earlier. I cannot get you out of my mind to tell you the truth. Could we please

meet up tomorrow? Say midday. My family are all out then and well...Oh sorry I do waffle on. Is your fee still £100?"

For what seemed like an eternity Petra just could not bring herself to speak. All she had to do was say she was busy and everything would end. Having Sue as a client would end. Having her daughter Bonnie as a personal hooker would also end. Carefully she put the phone to her ear.

"I'm sorry Sue." She began "My mind was drifting.

Midday sounds fine to me. Same cost as last time.

We'll try some G-spot massage if you like.

Believe me it will drive you up the wall. See you then. Bye."

Turning off the phone Petra noticed she was still clutching Bonnie's number. Carefully she started to enter it into the memory of her own phone. Something told her she would be calling her personal hooker very soon.

The End



Turning the Tables



Liz's cell phone rings and she looks at the number on the caller ID; it's the same area code as hers but she doesn't recognize it. She flips open the phone and says hello in that sexy, bitchy voice that turns most men into an incoherent mass. 

"Hi Liz." he says confidently.

"Who is this?" She asks in an indignant and princess-like voice.

"It's Dennis, the guy you gave your number to yesterday at the Benz dealership." He replies.

Liz is surprised because she gave Dennis her number on a dare from a friend of hers. Her friend was there to pick up her car and Dennis was there looking at replacing his older Mercedes. Liz and her friend thought they would play a little prank on an older guy by giving him her phone number and waiting to see if he called. If he did, Liz was going to ply him with phone sex, get him all excited, and then say she'll meet him only to stand him up. Her and her friends would have a good chuckle over the pathetic old loser but now, Dennis's voice sounds so sexy and raw Liz finds herself getting turned on. The two day stubble on her pussy is starting to dampen. "What can I do for you Dennis?" She asks trying to keep her composure and remain the queen bitch she is.

"I just wanted to know if you would like to come to a club that I'm part owner of tonight." He says coolly as Liz's mind races with thoughts about this guy not being such a pathetic old loser after all.

"Sure, maybe. Where is it?" She asks as beads of perspiration form on her upper lip.

"It's on the Shore Road between Lido Beach and Island Park -- where the old Malibu used to be." 

"Okay. Can I bring some friends?" Liz queries, figuring he'll refuse.

"Absolutely, as long as they're all over 25 it'll be fine." Dennis says, having Liz hooked and trying to reel her in. 

"Of course Dennis, I'm 27 and I'll be bringing three of my girlfriends who are about my age, if that's alright."

"And are they as pretty as you are?" Dennis asks.

"Yes, and they're as wild as I am too." Liz counters, still trying to run her game.

Dennis laughs and says "Okay, your name will be at the door."

After Liz hangs up the phone she calls her three girlfriends to tell them what just happened. Melanie, Jenna and Reilly are all stoked to be invited to one of the hottest clubs in all of Long Island. 

In the shower Liz shaves everything that needs it and takes her time soaping up her lean, sexy legs that have the most amazing definition. She moves up her body, soaping her flat little tummy and gently tugging at her belly button piercing which sends a little shock to her clit and perfect 36DD tits with their dark aureoles and large nipples. She spends some time playing with her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples as water cascades over them. Liz turns the cold water tap up a bit so that the water stiffens them even more as her mind wanders to what it would be like to have Dennis's mouth or hands on them. She closes her eyes and moans as her nipple play sends signals to her clit, making it harden. 

Liz's mind swims as she imagines what it would be like to be fucked by Dennis. The mental picture of him as a hot, sexy, older man turns her on as she plays with her clit until the wetness of her pussy allows her to slip her fingers in and out. She shoves three fingers into her waiting gash as her other hand keeps working her clit. Suddenly she has a body shaking orgasm that forces her to lean against the cool tile of the shower to steady her wobbly legs. The release leaves her relaxed but also curious if the reality will be as good as the fantasy. Liz has decided that tonight she will either fuck Dennis, or give him the blowjob of his life. 

Liz picks out the hottest outfit she has; a tight, strappy shirt dress that barely covers her ass, the kind she can't wear a bra or panties with. She adds a pair of sexy black 'come fuck me' heels that would definitely qualify as stripper shoes and checks her look in the mirror to admire just how hot she is. To complete the look she oils up her legs until they glisten. 

Arriving at the club, Liz notices how old school eighties it looks, like something out of Miami Vice. The valet parks her car and refuses her tip saying that it's been taken care of. The bouncers show Liz and her friends in. The place is wild, but most of the clientele is older, in their late 30's and 40's. Liz sees someone heading toward her and she realizes its Dennis. "Hi Dennis." She says, giving him a quick buss on the cheek.

"Hi Liz." He replies, giving her a peck on the lips. She's taken by surprise but she likes the boldness of his actions. Introductions are made and each of her friends gives Dennis a quick, light kiss on the cheek. He tells them he has a VIP suite available for them. Liz and her friends are awestruck; a VIP suite, never in her wildest dreams did they think that she would get this kind of treatment. Liz casually holds Dennis's hand as they walk to the private room. 

Liz's friends are very impressed with the club and with Dennis as they follow along to the suite. Each of the girls is very different. Melanie is Latina with olive skin and deep brown hair, 34C tits and a few more curves than Liz with a thing for black guys. Jenna is a former cheerleader with green eyes and blonde hair. She has a tight body with 40DD breasts and she checks out the cute couples as she walks across the dance floor, trying to guess which ones would like a third. Reilly is classically Irish with freckles, red hair and hazel eyes. Reilly is more voluptuous than the other girls and is checking out the women in the club, guessing which ones are bi. 

The VIP room is definitely out of South Beach, neon and leather overlooking the dance floor with a pool table in the middle. "This is yours for the night." Dennis says and Liz's jaw drops, thinking this would be a VIP lounge they'd be sharing with others. "Your drinks are comp'd and if you need anything else, Angie will get it for you." Almost on cue Angie appears. A hot raven haired waitress with humongous tits that strain her wifebeater t-shirt to it's limits and a smoldering look in her eye that makes Liz feel a slight wetness in her freshly shaven pussy. Angie throws her a glance like she knows the effect she's having on her. "Treat these ladies right, Angie. I'll be right back." 

"Sure thing, Dennis." Angie says with a little smirk. Liz hears a light smack as he gives Angie a playful slap on her sexy ass. Angie jumps and blows him a kiss.

"Fuck," Liz thinks, "this guy must have something because every woman is creaming for him." Angie takes her drink order and as she turns to leave 'accidentally' brushes her huge tits against Liz's.

"Sorry." Angie coos, but the spark she caused traveled all the way to Liz's clit which is begging to stiffen even more as she watches the action on the dance floor. She sees Dennis talking with a hot older blonde who is all over him.

"Skank." She thinks, "He's fucking this pussy tonight, and doing whatever other perversion he wants to this horny little girl. So back the fuck off bitch!" She watches Dennis give the woman a quick peck before returning to the suite. As he comes over, Liz puts her arm around him and smiles. "Thank you for this Dennis." she says.

"You're welcome sweetie." He replies.

"Hey Liz, we're gonna go dance, we probably won't be back for a while." Jenna says with a little wink and her and the other girls head off. 

At this point Liz has had a couple of drinks (that were extra strong thanks to Angie) and is beginning to feel amorous. They're sitting on the comfy leather couch and Liz puts her head on his shoulder. "Dennis," she starts, "why are you being so nice to me?"

"Because," his reply begins, "I know what you wanted to do -- the little game you play with older men. I wanted to turn the tables on you." He chuckles and leans in to part her hot red lips with his and kisses her slowly. He sees that she's totally smitten, responding by kissing him back harder and more passionately. Her tongue pushes his lips open and softly probes his mouth; their tongues wrestling for a while. 

"If I said I was sorry would you forgive me?" Liz asks after they break the kiss.

"Sure honey, as long as you..." 

"Let me fuck your brains out?" Liz cuts in unexpectedly. Dennis smiles and looks around to see that the room is empty as Liz hikes up her dress to reveal her shaved pussy. Dennis notices the glistening on her crotch and inner thighs telling him how excited she is. 

"Seems someone's a little wet." He says scornfully.

"And fucking horny as hell too!" She says while straddling Dennis, unzipping his fly and opening his pants, releasing his throbbing, thick cock. "Oh my god!" Liz cries, "Are you going to put that in me?"

"Sure am baby girl, doggy style." He replies with a wicked grin, peeling off her dress to reveal her magnificent body. Her tits have a slope to them that tells him they're all natural and her large, dark nipples contrast against her pale skin. Liz stands up and Dennis strips before positioning her on the floor on all fours. Slowly he approaches her, getting on his knees behind her and beginning to play with her cleft, making it wetter and wetter. He eases two fingers in at first, then three as he masturbates her.

"Easy honey," Liz moans, "Keep doing that and I'll cum."

"I just need to get you super wet baby girl, so I can pound you real good." He says and she looks over her left shoulder and bites her lower lip. No one has ever been this raw with her and she's begging to think she had it all wrong about older guys. Maybe they have a wealth of experience in pleasing women.

At this point Liz is sopping wet and the slurping noise her pussy is making tells Dennis that she's well lubed and ready. Teasingly he rubs the head of his fully engorged cock in her slit and she responds with a few deep moans. She starts moving her hips back toward him, trying to push the head into her hot, waiting cunt. Dennis meets her thrusts with some forward motion, but only allowing a little bit to enter every so often. "Don't tease me like this, please." She begs, "I want that beautiful fat cock in me. Please, oh please!" She insists in a deep, raspy voice.

"You want it, Liz?" He asks, "What will you do for it?"

"Anything you want. I want to be your slut, your whore. I'm a filthy little bitch and I need to be nailed like one." She purrs and it only increases his arousal, making him even harder. Inch by inch he pushes his hard on into her. It's so thick that she feels every bump, vein and ridge in it and it's stretching her out, tearing her up and she loves it. Her hot, wet pussy is filled with his hard shaft. As his thick hardness keeps disappearing into her gash he hears her breathing becoming more labored. He thrusts in and out, pounding each time so that his cock is buried to the base. "Yeah, oh yeah!" She moans. Alternating deep, fast thrusts with slower more shallow ones and various combinations, he feels her pussy get even wetter. 

As Dennis pounds her, he smacks her sexy booty which makes her moan and pant even more. Liz's lovely, sculpted ass is slowly becoming red and she loves every minute of it. His last set of pile driver thrusts ends with a deep penetrating push and her mouth opens to exhale a grunt of passion. "Dennis, please baby, please make me cum!" She implores. He doesn't respond and instead leans forward, reaching around and sliding his hand down her incredible flat tummy to her steaming mound. Parting her lips he finds her clit that's hard and throbbing. "Yeah baby, ohh play with it. Fuck yeah, play with it." She cries. He starts rubbing it, gently and slowly but she reaches back and pushes into his hand signaling that she wants it faster and harder. 

With his cock pounding her and his hand working her clit, her body is feeling every delicious tingle, but there's one thing missing. "Baby," she says breathlessly, "pull my hair. Please, I want to be done like a porn slut." Liz reaches back to replace his hand with hers on her clit and he grabs hold of her brunette tresses, giving them a firm but gentle yank. "Harder, I want you to punish me for being such a little bitch." She groans and he smiles and yanks her hair harder, snapping her head back. "That's it, that's what your little slave needs." Liz moans as her hips meet Dennis's thrusts violently. Her breathing is labored and she moans as she pushes back onto his swollen hard dick, her body starting to shudder with the volcanic orgasm that's welling inside her. 

This has been a fantasy fulfilled for Dennis; taking a little princess and bringing her to her knees both literally and figuratively. As her pussy closes in around his cock, its muscle spasms gripping him as she bucks back and draws him in over and over into her quivering cunt. "Oh my god Dennis, you've made me your whore." Liz says between breathless panting expletives as she tries to catch her breath. 

Leaning over her, Dennis holds her gently, calming her down. He pulls out of her and she turn to face him. Liz realizes he's still hard and hasn't cum yet, so she smiles and leans forward to take his shaft in her mouth. Stretching her lips, his cock disappears deep into her throat all the way to the base. She pulls her lips off and starts to stroke his cock with a wicked grin on her face that says she's done this before. "Get on your back baby; I want to drop my load in your hot wet pussy." Dennis says.

"I want to do whatever you want with me. I want to serve my master." She whines and with that, he enters her with one massive thrust. Her loud moan will never be heard over the pulsating music, but Dennis hears it and drives into her a few more times before he feels his orgasm rising from his balls. Positioning her ankles on his shoulders he starts hitting all her hot spots as she thrashes around. Straightening his legs he gets added leverage for his last push, plunging deep into her as he releases the days pent up sexual frustrations. The hot stickiness of his cum fills her pussy but it can't contain it all and some of it oozes out. She closes her eyes and throws back her head as another orgasm crashes through her like a seismic jolt. He feels her warm wetness mingling with his cum. 

Withdrawing from her wet, throbbing pussy, he collapses next to her. They're both breathing heavy and she looks at him and smiles. Resting her head on his shoulder again she lets out a "Whew," followed by "my god Dennis, do you always fuck like that?"

"No, I was a bit tired today." He replies, his voice tinged with sarcasm. They both laugh uncontrollably. Getting dressed he can't help but notice her amazing body, she catches him looking and smiles. Taking her in his arms he gives her one more passionate kiss and she responds by pushing her body into his. "I have to do some work honey, but if you and your friends hang out for a while..."

"We can fuck again and maybe you'll suck my tits and I'll blow you?" Liz finishes his sentence again.

"Yes." Dennis chuckles, shaking his head and wondering what the rest of the night will bring and who turned the tables on whom.



Turning The Tables



"You're late." Ben said with his usual arrogant smirk as the apartment door swung open.

"I said around noon, it's twelve-twenty. Deal with it." Kristina replied acidly as she shot past him.

"Miss Manners as always," he countered quickly, under his breath, but loud enough that she would hear it.

"Oh, grow up," she sighed as she dropped her purse on the couch and turned to face him.

Clearly the hostility was still as abundant as ever between the two, almost a month since they had split up and she had moved out.

"Is your little girlfriend over?" She asked, her words dripping with venom.

"She's not my..." he stopped himself mid-sentence, "fuck you, I'm not doing this again."

"Oh I forgot she's not your girlfriend," she glared at him with loathing in her eyes, "you just fuck her."

"I told you, I didn't..."

"Well you could've fooled me, and anyone else who saw the two of you going at it in the club."

"Whatever," he sighed, already too exasperated at the thought of rehashing this argument for the countless time.

"Whatever, right. Typical fucking response from you." She turned away from him, shaking her head in frustration.

Kristina squeezed her eyes shut, trying to fight back the tears. He had broken her heart that night when she had caught him with that little slut on the dance floor at that salsa club four weeks ago. It had felt like her whole world had come crashing down around her when she saw him making out with her, their hands all over each other, their bodies grinding up against one another to the music. She hated him.

"You wanna fight, or do you want your shit?" Ben finally said.

Turning back around to face him, the pissed-off expression on her face indicated that she would prefer both.

"Where is it?" She asked impatiently.

"Right there," he snapped back, motioning to a small box in the hallway.

She just glared at him in response, her eyebrows arching. An expression he knew all too well. He shook his head and walked over to the cardboard box of her belongings.

"Right away, your majesty," he mumbled as he passed her.

"Asshole," she hissed back at him under her breath.

Kristina watched with folded arms and an irritated frown as her ex-boyfriend went to retrieve her things. She had put off coming over and getting the last of her stuff because she did not know how she would react to seeing him. The last time they were in the same room was a couple of weeks ago, and she cried for a day and a half afterwards. As much as she hated him for the way he had betrayed her, the problem was that she still missed him, was still attracted to him physically.

She watched as Ben picked up the box. The muscles in his well formed arms strained slightly against the short sleeves of his old grey t-shirt as he lifted it up. Despite herself, she could not help but stare at his bad-boy shaved head and stubbly cheeks, remembering all too well what it felt like to press against them, what it was like to be wrapped in his strong arms and held tight against his body. Suddenly, she felt her pussy dampen just a little and her head begin to spin. Cursing herself, she forced her eyes off of him and vowed to strengthen her resolve.

He was an asshole she told herself. He cheated on you. You hate him.

Setting the box down by the door, he turned to her and shrugged his shoulders in irritation.

"Anything else?" He questioned sneeringly.

There really was nothing else for Kristina there, but she found herself unable to just pick up the box and walk away.

"Why did you do it Ben?" She asked, her eyes burning a hole in him as she did.

"Oh for fuck sakes," he groaned, rubbing his bald head in disbelief. "How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?"

"Sorry for cheating or sorry for getting caught?" She snapped back.

"I didn't fuck her!" He bellowed. "You may not wanna believe that, but I didn't."

"And I should believe you?" She howled back. "I suppose you weren't all over her at that club either?"

"Now who should grow up Kris?" He asked, wandering away from her and shaking his head. "I fucking made a mistake, but God forbid someone as perfect as you could ever let me be forgiven!"

"Oh that's right, you cheat on me and I'm the bitch for not forgiving you. That sounds right."

"Fuck off."

"Oh, what's the matter, the truth hurt?" She quickly moved to follow him as he continued to wander around the apartment.

"You're so fucking self righteous." He countered, stopping his pacing and turning to face her. "Like you've never made a mistake?"

"At least I never cheated on you."

He turned away from her, so angry that he could not find the words. She knew she was getting to him.

"Was she the only one Ben?" She pressed on, trying to rile him further. "How many other sluts did you fuck while we were together? Is that what it was, huh? I wasn't slutty enough for you, so you had to pick up skanks at clubs? I wasn't a big enough whore for you? You wanted dirty little tramps to fuck? I didn't let you fuck me like a slut enough?"

Unable to take anymore of her verbal assault, he spun around quickly and glared at her with a look so full of fury that she immediately stopped talking. The thing was, as angry as her words were making him, there was no denying that hearing her speak in such a vulgar way was an incredible turn on, as clearly indicated by the growing bulge in his pants.

He stared at Kristina intently as silent tension replaced the venomous vocal conflict between them. Her face was flushed a bright red, her eyes narrowed and her pouting lips were pursed in rage. Her brown hair was a mess from all of her head shaking and manic rustling of her hands through her mane, making her usually well kept curls intermingle wildly into an untamed bohemian look. She was breathing hard, and Ben was struggling to keep his eyes off her big, supple tits as her chest heaved in and out with each gasp of breath. The thin white tank top and lacy bra beneath struggled mightily to contain the top of her overflowing bosom. Even though he was so mad he could not even speak to her at that moment, the only thought running through his mind as he looked at her was of all the things he would like to do with her wonderful breasts right then and there. 

They glared at each other for almost half a minute until she finally began to lose her nerve. The look in his eye was chilling, something she had never seen in him before.

"Goodbye Ben." She finally spat out as she bent down and picked up the box.

Kristina turned and began to walk away from her ex, carrying her belongings down the hallway towards the front door of the apartment. She did not make it more than a few steps before she felt him come up behind her.

She let out a startled gasp as he grabbed her from behind, his fingers tight around her arms, holding her there. Her heart began to race as his hands squeezed her flesh and his body pressed against hers.

"Let me go Ben." She demanded.

Suddenly he forcefully spun her around, the box crashing to the floor as her body helplessly pivoted at his demand.

"What the fuck?!" She cried out as she came face to face with him, the wicked look still in his eyes.

"Fucking sluts? Is that what I've been doing?" He whispered to her, his voice eerily cold and low.

"Ben, what the fuck?" She replied, struggling against his grip. "Let me go, you asshole."

"Fucking whores and sluts?" He asked again, ignoring her demands to be released. "Well, I was fucking you."

Before Kristina could even respond, he shoved her strongly against the wall and pressed his body tightly against hers.

"Maybe you weren't a big enough slut for me." He whispered as he stared into her now anxious eyes.

"Ben..." she began to plead, feeling the bulge in his pants pressing against her crotch and guessing at what he was after.

"Maybe you will be now."

He reached up and grabbed her by the back of her hair, yanking back on her tangled curls and eliciting a painful yelp from her in the process. Quickly his other hand moved to her chest, gripped the front of her tank top, and pulled back. It tore easily, exposing her lacy bra covered chest, and she whimpered in anguish.

Pushing her head back to face him, he pressed his body hard against hers, pinning her against the hallway wall with ease. His lips attacked hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth as she struggled to get out of his grasp.

"Ben, no..." she began to protest once his mouth slipped off of hers.

Finally releasing his grip on her head, he quickly moved his hands back to her bosom. Grabbing a cup of her bra in each hand, he pulled them apart, popping the crosspiece and releasing her amazing tits. Her nipples were erect and stood at attention in the centre of her impressive jugs. Ben felt his cock harden even further as he cupped her breasts in both hands and leaned forward to flick one of her nipples with his tongue. She groaned as he bit down on the rock hard flesh.

"You always did like your nipples bit, didn't you whore?" He said in between nibbles, more telling her than asking.

Kristina's face began to flush as she began to get turned on by the situation. He was roughly grabbing at both her breasts, alternating licking and biting each nipple. She groaned as he sucked on her heaving jugs, switching his mouth back and forth between her heaving twins. Unable to ignore the pleasure she was experiencing from the attention being paid to her chest, she arched her back, sticking her tits out further.

"Stop it." She pleaded weakly, suddenly coming to her senses after allowing herself to momentarily enjoy her ex-boyfriend's uninvited advances.

Her words falling on deaf ears, one of his hands moved down to her jeans, and quickly slipped under the waistband. She cursed to herself, knowing that he would find the fabric of her panties already dampened as he began to press it harder against her tender pink flesh. A soft moan escaping her lips, she could not stop herself from slowly grinding her crotch against his hand. He pushed the thin fabric to the side and slipped beneath her thong, forcing two fingers into her wet slit. She did nothing to stop him or even make an attempt to. As he began to move his fingers in and out of her snatch, she began to buck back against his motions.

"See? You are a slut."

Snapping back to reality as soon as she heard Ben's words, she immediately tried to push him away.

"I fucking hate you!" She cried out as she pulled at his arm, desperate to get his hand out from between her legs.

"Yeah, but you are a slut." He countered quickly, ramming his fingers deep into her as he spoke. "See how much it turns you on?"

Finally, he relented, allowing her to pull free of his sexual grasp and move away from him. Half naked, her face flushed, eyes welling with tears, and head spinning, Kristina stumbled away from him.

"Fuck you," she muttered as she made her way back into the living room.

"Yes you will."

Her body tensed at his words, but not before he was behind her once again, this time pulling her onto the couch with him in one quick motion. She was breathing heavy and flailing her arms at him in an attempt to stop him as positioned her on her back, pinning her down with his powerful body.

"Ben..." she howled in resistance as his hands moved to her jeans and swiftly undid the button and zipper, then forced her pants down to her knees.

The blood pulsing in his cock, he held her down with one hand while the other one ripped her damp thong off of her, exposing her shaved, wet pussy.

"Ben, please no..." she whimpered, but the look in her eye told him that she did not mean it.

He let go of her and stood up, staring down at her with her heaving breasts and wide eyes. She could not even muster any more words as he reached down and pulled her jeans the rest of the way off of her. Staring in silence she watched as he quickly ripped off his shirt and undid his own jeans, pulling them and his underwear down simultaneously to free his big, hard cock. As he stepped out of his pants and boxers, her eyes could not help but fixate on his dick, bobbing up and down and glistening with pre-come. She began to struggle again as he moved back down on down of her.

"Ben..." she uttered, making one last attempt at stopping him, though at this point she figured what was about to happen was inevitable.

He placed the head of his throbbing member at the entrance to her cunt, barely grazing her swollen pink lips with the tip.

"What? You gonna tell me you don't want it?" He mocked her as he looked deep into her eyes.

Kristina could not even respond. She hated him so much. Hated him for everything he had done and for what he was doing right now. But more than anything, she hated him for being right. A part of her did want it.

"That's what I thought." He continued, answering his own question in her silence. "You do want to be fucked like a slut."

With that he thrust into her with a single stroke, burying his cock to the hilt in her pussy. Her whole body arched and she cried out as she sprang up from the couch. He shoved her back down and took one of her nipples between his teeth as he began to move his dick back and forth inside of her. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, trying to will her body not to respond.

"Don't fight it slut." He said, releasing his lip-lock on her breast. "This is what you wanted wasn't it? For me to fuck a whore?"

Ben pulled his cock out until only the head rested inside her wet hot cunt. She opened her eyes at the sudden change in his pace. As soon as their eyes met, he thrust his hips forward and slammed back into her as hard as he could.

"Fuck!" She cried out and pleasure and pain, an orgasm already building inside of her as he began to pump in and out of her faster and faster.

"That's it whore!" He shouted out as he grabbed her legs and lifted them up over his shoulders, giving him deeper access with every plunge.

She moaned loudly as she began to push back against his thrusts.

"This is what you wanted wasn't it slut?" He asked her as her hips began to buck at a feverish pace against him. "You wanted to be the whore I was fucking didn't you?"

Before she even knew it she was exploding all over his shaft as her drove deep inside her. Her body shook as he reached forward and took a double handful of her tits while her hands grasped her own legs inside the knees, holding herself open as she came thunderously. Her eyes opened wide, looking right into his.

"Yes!" She cried out. "Fuck yes!"

He pulled out abruptly as her thrashing calmed slightly. Grabbing a handful of her brown curls, he yanked her up towards him, forcing their lips together as she gasped for breath. Pulling her up, he manoeuvred himself into a sitting position on the couch as his mouth continued to press into hers. Finally releasing his aggressive lip-lock on her, he positioned her so she was straddling him.

"Now fuck me slut." He ordered.

Kristina looked down and turned her head away, tears filling her eyes again. She had never felt so used and dirty, and she could not believe he was doing this to her. Worst of all she could not believe how much she was enjoying it deep down.

Frustrated by her lack of reaction, he quickly moved to speed up her response. His hand made their way to her hips and swiftly hoisted her up, allowing his throbbing dick to rest against her slick pussy.

"Fuck me slut." He demanded again.

Again she looked away, not wanting to submit to his domination.

Irritated and horny, he reached up and took a firm hold of her sweaty and tangled hair. Her back arching as he pulled back sharply, she whimpered as his cock slowly slid inside of her again. He pushed her forward, forcing his penis deep into her and her chest against his face. He sucked in one of her nipples and bit down hard, a shriek coming from her as he did. Driving his dick deep inside her again and again, his hands moved to grip her shoulders and pull her down on to him with each upward thrust of his hips. Unable to maintain her silence any longer, she tossed her head back and screamed loudly as he slammed into her deepest recesses. She was trembling as he fucked her hard and fast.

"That's it whore." Ben said, his breath becoming short as he pumped in and out of her furiously. "Fuck me like the slut you always wanted to be."

She was now moaning loudly, her hands moving over her tits, massaging them as she began to move up and down, matching his movements.

"Yes, yes, yes..." she moaned in pleasure as his manhood slid in and out of her.

Both of his hands now gripped her hips, as he watched her squeeze her bouncing breasts in ecstasy while he continued to pound into her.

"This is what you wanted, wasn't it Kris?" He groaned as her dripping wet hole slammed down on his shaft. "You wanted to be a slut!"

Their hate-filled, animalistic sex too much for her to take, she finally gave in.

"Yes!" She screamed. "Fuck yes! Fuck me like a slut."

His balls slapped hard against her clit as they both increased their fucking pace at her words.

"Yeah, fuck me like the whore you are!" He cried out in between thrusts. "Show me how much of a slut you wanna be!"

"I fucking hate you!" Kristina growled, loving every minute of it.

"That's right slut -- you fucking hate me." He groaned. "Only a real fucking whore fucks someone she hates."

"Is that what you want?" She panted. "Is that what you want me to be? A fucking whore? A slut?"

"That's what you are, isn't it?" He countered. "That's what you wanna be."

"That's right baby, I'm a fucking whore. A big fucking slut."

Ben couldn't take much more. This was the best sex he had ever had. It was fucking perfect. He released her hips and grabbed her hair, wrenching her back painfully.

"Yes!" He bellowed. "Fuck me slut! Fuck me!"

"That's what you like baby, isn't it?" She whispered. "You like fucking sluts?"

He could only moan in response.

"Well I'm gonna be the biggest slut you've ever seen baby."

She could barely control her body by now. It was like she was possessed by hidden whore he had awoken inside her. She was slamming back hard into his cock, fucking him like a complete slut.

"I'm gonna be such a fucking slut." She told him, her tits bouncing and head thrashing from side to side.

"Oh yeah baby," he replied, trying to catch his breath. "Such a slut."

"Oh, yes baby! A giant slut..." She continued. "I'm gonna be a slut and fuck lots of guys. Gonna be their little whore."

He moaned deeply, the thought of his ex-girlfriend fucking other guys both turning him on and making him jealous. Sensing his mixed reaction, Kristina began to elaborate.

"Yeah... I'm gonna be a fucking slut for whoever wants it." One of her hands down to rub her clit as they fucked and she talked. "Mmm... yes. I'll let them fuck me any way they want to. Do whatever they want like a real whore."

He moaned again, trying to hold back his orgasm, as well as his conflicted emotions.

"That's what you want isn't it baby?" She asked mockingly. "You want me to be a slut... and I am a slut. I'm gonna be such a big slut. I'm even gonna fuck guys you know."

Ben almost blew his load right there, but he squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on slowing his strokes into her.

"Mmm, yes..." She whimpered, closing her own eyes. "I can just imagine all those guys fucking me. Fucking their little slut. Can you imagine your friends fucking your ex-girlfriend?

She felt him trembling beneath her. Sensing that she now had the upper hand, she pushed on.

"Fuck yeah..." She continued. "I can picture your friends fucking me right now. Derek... and Jim... and Pete..."

With each name Ben had to tense his body to hold back his orgasm.

"Ooh, maybe a couple at the same time. That would be really slutty."

She could feel her own orgasm rapidly building.




Turning The Tables



"Yes, fuck yes..." She moaned. "What do you think of that baby? Your ex fucking all your friends, being their whore?" She moved up and down on his cock faster. "I can't wait to do it, I can't wait to start being their slut. I've always fantasized about fucking some of them. That's what whore's do isn't it? They imagine fucking someone else while they fuck their boyfriend?"

Kristina was now thrashing wildly atop him, her own dirty dialogue getting her off.

"Oh fuck me baby! Fuck me like the slut I am!" She screamed, her release imminent. "Say my name!"

Unable to hold off his explosion any longer, he obliged.

"Oh Kris!" He cried out, the rush of come from his balls rocketing all the way through his groin and cresting in a wave of pleasure at the tip of his cock as his hot cream shot into her.

"Oh Pete!" She screamed, the name of Ben's best friend echoing throughout the apartment as her eyes rolled back in her head. She jerked and moaned loudly as her pussy convulsed around him.

Her orgasm must have lasted at least two minutes. When she finally recovered, she looked down at him, her eyes wide and confident.

"I forgive you." Kristina said with a smirk as she dismounted him...



Turning the Tables



Please note that if you find non-consensual sex, reluctant sexual acts or a woman penetrating a man with a dildo to be offensive, you should not read this story.

This story is based on a wonderful evening I experienced with a most incredible woman. The story takes place the morning after a wonderful BDSM/Erotic Coupling session, which I will write about later.

But for now, enjoy the story.

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You awaken from a wonderful nap, a warm glow suffusing your body. You look over in the bed and see me lying there naked beside you, still asleep. Warm tingles travel up and down your body as you remember the hours tied to this very bed, being slowly, pleasurably, sexually tortured by me. An evil smile breaks across your face, as you realize you haven't been completely sexually satisfied...yet.

You gently leave the bed, making sure not to awaken me. Padding quietly to your closet you open the door, shift through several outfits, and retrieve your "special attire". You take down the one-piece black leather leotard, unzipping the back and pulling it on. The feel of the leather pulling taunt on skin heightens your desire. 

You draw it more slowly over your nipples, relishing how it grips and snags on them, leaving them raised and sensitive. Rubbing the crotch against your mound, moving in little circles, you unzip the material to allow direct access your pussy. The desire to rub yourself further, to bring your body to orgasm, nearly overwhelms you. However, you push the thoughts away and think of the pleasure, the ecstasy, and power you will soon feel. That orgasm will truly be shattering; definitely worth waiting for.

You continue dressing, putting on your garter belt. Taking a stocking in your hands, you pull in on slowly and sensually. Small shocks of static electricity crackle along your legs, at once both painful and pleasurable. After putting on the other stocking, you clip them both to the garter belt. Then, you slip on your thigh-high red PVC boots, enjoying their tight fit on your legs. Donning your red PVC gloves, the outfit is nearly complete. 

You look into the mirror on the back of the closet door, admiring your leather and PVC clad form. Your creamy, almost alabaster white skin contrasts nicely with the black leather, and your auburn hair and bush (trimmed yet full) breaks up your form well. Your hips are full but look good on your 5'10" frame; softly curving with just the right amount of cushion. Your breasts are soft, pert, and compliment your frame nicely; anything larger than your 40D's would be excess. Your nipples, stiff like pencil erasers with dark silver-dollar areolas, make them irresistible to men and women alike. Top it all off with full, red lips and smoldering green eyes that no can (or would want to) resist and you know that you are a vision of sex personified.

Only one last item to put on....

Moving quietly back to the bedside, you open and reach into your toy drawer. You pull out a tube of astro glide, a condom, and your double-headed strap on dildo. You set the condom and astro-glide aside, and hold the strap-on lovingly in your hands. The double-headed toy is larger on one side than the other, and your sex becomes wet at the thought of it sliding back and forth into you. But first, someone needs to be "convinced" to help you pleasure yourself.

Still asleep, I am stretched out all over the bed, arms and legs almost at the four corners. My 6' toned frame takes up more than half the bed, and my penis is flaccidly lying on my stomach. You lick your lips at the thought of it hard, and remember the feeling of its 8" pushing past your throat repeatedly last night. You contemplate playing with it and getting me hard again, but you don't want to risk waking me. Not yet, anyway.

Gingerly, you move my arms up toward the restraint cuffs, locking them in place. I stir a bit in my sleep, but don't wake up. Then, you reconfigure the leg restraints to pulleys mounted in the ceiling, so my legs can be lifted and stretched. Placing the cuffs around my ankles, you leave the pull-ropes loose for the moment. Retrieving a restrainer bar from under the bed, you loosely put in on near my knees. This causes me to stir more, and you know you need to hurry to get everything into place. Quickly pulling the ball gag off the nightstand, you hall on the ankle ropes and my legs go into the air. I start to awaken.

You tie off the pull-ropes and quickly cinch the restrainer bar cuffs. This sensation wakes me up completely, and I look around in surprise. 

"What the f .. Umph!"

You push the ball gag into my mouth and quickly tighten it, cutting me off in mid-sentence. Now I start to struggle more, pulling hard on the restraints, but to no avail. Your laugh cuts through my panic, and my struggles cease. Staring down on my helpless form you move over to my head, reaching over to pet my hair. Your smile is predatory, and it sends a shiver through my body. I try to speak, but you just shake your head no.

"Shhhhh. Be still my slave. Last night was wonderful, but your Mistress needs something more. Something only she can give herself...with your help."

You move to a chair beside the bed, pulling it nearer to me. You take the double-headed strap-on from the bedside table and sit in the chair. With a steamy look my way, you start rubbing the fat headed side of the strap-on against your mound. Back and forth, up and down, you pay special attention to your clit as you get yourself nice and wet.

"Just relax and enjoy the show slave. You're part will come soon."

I watch mesmerized as you work the head of the dong over your pussy lips, using long, slow strokes. You lean further back into the chair and spread your legs wider, opening your lips and showing the pink inside. The head of the dong moves easier now, slightly lubricated by the juices leaking from your pussy. You move it over and back, side-to-side, pushing on it harder when it comes into contact with you clit. The feelings are so wonderful, and the shocks from your clit are so delicious, it makes you never want to stop...almost.

After several minutes of rubbing, a moan escapes your lips as you push the head past the entrance to your pussy. A squishing sound comes from the penetration, and your moan gets louder. You look over to me with lust filled eyes and see that I am completely captivated by the scene before me; precum leaking from my dick and dribbling down onto my stomach. When our eyes meet again, you can feel the desire flowing between us. This sends further shocks of pleasure through your body, and in your mind you imagine the pleasure you will soon be feeling at my expense.

You begin to pump the thick side of the strap-on in and out of your steamy cunt, increasing the squishing noises coming from it. The musky scent of your desire permeates the air as you pick up speed. The moans turn to squeals of pleasure, and you feel the walls of your vagina start to grip the dong even harder. You know if you continue, you'll send yourself over the edge in no time. It takes a supreme act of will to slow the penetration, bringing yourself near to orgasm but still on that tingly edge.  

You give yourself a few more strokes, them push the strap-on as deep as you can into your womb. Your eyes roll back into your head, and a deep, primal moan escapes your lips. You shudder for a moment then manage to stand up, the dong buried deep within you, and set the straps around your hips and waist. The smaller dong dangles 7" in front of you, and every movement of it sends vibrations through the side buried in you. You reach over to the nightstand and pick up the condom and astro-glide, move to the foot of the bed, and look back up into my now confused face.

"I'm almost there slave.", you say in a lust-filled voice. "I just need your help to go the rest of the way. It's a shame your hands, feet and mouth are immobilized. I simply can't imagine how you're going to hold or move this end of my strap-on to give me pleasure at the other.", you say as you wave the dong at me. 

Toying with me, you look perplexed for a moment, then that evil smile comes back.

"I know how!", you say, looking at the condom and astro-glide. "You still have one place that can grip the dong!"

The truth that I have been trying to deny since being tied up comes crashing down upon me. I start to struggle against the restraints again, and scream my protests into the ball gag, but to no avail. You've placed the restraints too well, and my anal opening is exposed and at the perfect level. Still I struggle as hard as I can, fighting against my inevitable fate.

You reach out and stroke my leg lovingly. "Shhhhh. Quiet my little slave. You should be honored that your Mistress is going to use your little ass for her pleasure."

You open the condom package and take it out, rolling it slowly over the dong. Astro-glide in hand, you climb into bed between my legs. My struggles intensify, shaking the bed and even pulling a little of the retraining rope through the pulleys. You reach back and bring your hand smacking down onto my ass checks. This catches my attention immediately, and I calm down for the moment.

"Little slave, this is going to happen, one way or another. Now, if you don't stop struggling, I'll do this without any lube. Do you want that?"

I shake my head no.

"Well then, lay there quietly like a good boy and let me get you ready."

Taking the tube in your left hand you apply a generous coating to the condom, rubbing it up and down the length of the shaft. Squeezing another dollop on your fingers, you rub it around the rim of my ass, placing the majority of it on the opening. You continue rubbing around my ass ring, tickling and spreading it. My sphincter puckers in and out from the attention, and a moan escapes through the ball-gag telling you I am beginning to enjoy it. 

You continue this for a moment or so, and then slip your index finder past my sphincter ring and into my ass. I immediately tighten up, but your wiggling finger feels so nice that I quickly relax and enjoy it again. You squirt a bit more lube near my sphincter, working it into my ass even further. Then you pull out your finger with a slight sucking sound, and view your handiwork. 

"There little slave. It looks like you're all ready to help get me off." Your smile turns predatory once again, and my fear sends shivers through me. "However, with all that work getting you ready, I haven't been able to stimulate myself enough to keep me on the edge. I guess we'll be starting all over again!"

I groan at the thought of this, and you just laugh at me. Then you scoot up closer to my bottom and angle the head of the dong in line with my hole. The moment the condom tipped leather dong touches my hole, I tense my sphincter up. You press the head hard onto it, but even lubed the dong won't penetrate. You push harder, and my muscles clench tighter. You reach back again and bring your hand down hard onto my ass checks. The pain of the smack breaks my concentration for just a second, but it's enough for the head of the dong to slip past and into my rectum with a POP!

My eyes go wide and I pull hard on the restraints. The pain in my ass is intense, and I shout my discomfort into the gag. It's drowned out however by the moan of pleasure that escapes your lips. You hold your position for just a bit, then slowly start fucking me with your strap-on. The dong in my ass moves in and out with much resistance, pulling and pushing the dong buried in your cunt with every stroke. With every grunt of pain that pushes past the ball gag in my mouth, a moan of pleasure escapes your lips.

"Oh slave, it feels so good. Do you like my big, thick dong in your ass? Does it feel good?"

You keep fucking me, pushing faster and faster, twisting your hips to angle the dong in different directions. You grind the dong into my ass ever other stroke so that the pressure and friction can affect your clit as well. Soon, the dong is moving in and out more and more, reaching deeper into my ass and your pussy. As you start pumping faster, you notice my grunts of pain have been replaced by moans of lust. Slowing the pace only a bit, you reach up to my mouth and remove the gag. Then you grip my now hardened cock and start pumping it, precum oozing out the tip in copious amounts. You pick up the pace again.

"Do you like that slave?"

I meekly reply yes.

You stop jerking me off and pound harder into me, eliciting grunts from the both of us.

"I didn't hear you slave! Ungh! Do you like what I'm doing to you?!? Ungh!"

"Yes!" I say louder.

"Do you want me to continue slave?!? Ungh!"

"YES!" I shout.

"Yes what, my cock slut! Ungh!"

"YES MISTRESS! UNGH! PLEASE FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG LEATHER COCK!"

"As you wish slave. Ungh!"

You begin to really pound my ass now, the two heads of the dong working themselves furiously in and out of my ass and your pussy. You take my cock in your hand and begin to jerk it vigorously, so hard that pain and pleasure mix in my balls in even amounts. The squishing sounds coming from your cunt juices get louder, and the heavy smell of sex is nearly overwhelming.

With both of us grunting and moaning, you can feel the first tingles of your orgasm building up. You grip my cock harder, which causes me to clench my ass tighter, pulling and pushing the dong in and out of your cunt faster. Your hands and hips a blur, you feel the tingling spread through your clit to your legs and stomach as you near the edge.

You feel my cock swell-up and pulse, and know that I am nearly there as well. "Mistress, I'm going to cum!" I shout. "Please, keep fucking me! Fuck me with your dick!"

Those words send you over the edge, and the tidal wave of your pleasure overwhelms you. You open your mouth in a silent scream, unable to catch your breath to even make a noise. You pussy walls spasm and contract on the dong, pulling it in and burring it deeply into your womb. Your clit feels on fire, and even your nipples feel as if they'll burst from the sensations. Wave after wave of pleasure pulse deep in your core, and you can feel yourself on the verge of passing out. The intensity of it sprays your juices all over me and my ass, as you experience female ejaculation for the first time.

Suddenly, you feel my member twitch strongly your hand. You pull your consciousness up from the abyss and look down. I scream as ropes of cum fly from the tip on my dick, landing on your hand and my belly. My body jerks and spasms, my head whips from side to side and my sphincter pulls the dong in and out of my ass, which pulls the other end in and out of your pussy. This dual action keeps both of our orgasms going past the realms of pleasure into exhaustion. You collapse on to me, the dong still buried deeply in us.

After several more minutes of mini-spasms our bodies lay still. Your fluids drip down the dong and onto my body, mingling with my cum. You weakly push yourself up on your elbows and groggily look into my eyes. The lust you feel is reflected back from my face, and the last vestiges of your orgasm stir in your belly. You lean over and kiss me passionately for several moments, basking in the afterglow of such a powerful sexual experience. 

You break the kiss, look into my eyes and say, "We need to do this more often slave." you say.

"As you wish, my Mistress."



Turning the Tables



I left you a note posted at the door stating: "Strip down naked and meet me in our back room." From the back room, I could hear you laugh as you read it, but I smiled and hoped you would comply. I heard you, first removing your shoes and letting them drop loudly on the floor. The ensuing silence made me think that you might be taunting me, but I let out a sigh as I heard you mumble something about your pants. I heard your foot steps coming closer to the door. As I watched the doorknob turn, the door opened slowly and soundlessly. I looked toward the door while staying in the shadows of the dark room. As you entered, I flipped a switch lighting the fire in the room.

Seeing you standing there with the glow of the fire gleaming off your skin, I let out a small sigh of pleasure at your nearness. I stepped out from the shadows letting you see me fully. I wore my collar and a cup-less nightie, pasties covering my nipples from your view. My nightie extended only to my waist, leaving my black panties in full view. I returned your smile as your eyes ran over my outfit. I had my hair pulled up in a french twist with only a couple of loose curls flowing around my face. I moved to you and said:

"Honey, you have dominated me and I have liked it. I will not be the same to you as you were to me. This experience will be different."

I ran my fingers along your body, from your waist upward and slowly around your chest. My eyes took in your stature as you allowed me to study your body closely. My fingers reached your shoulders, and I came face to face with you:

"I shall begin now."

I took your hand in mine and led you to the far end of the room, letting you see my excitement to pleasure you differently. The walls of our back room were cinder blocks, unpainted and cold. I moved you to stand against one of them. I lowered the rope from above your head and tied your hands in firmly. I gave each of your hands a light kiss before I pulled on the other end of the rope and watched your arms slowly being raised above your head. I kept my eyes locked on your face as I made myself inaccessible to your masculine, normally tender hands.

I bit my bottom lip nervously and tied off the rope slowly, making sure it would hold you as you struggled against my taunting. You shivered and struggled as your back touched the cold, hard wall. I smiled, concealing the pleasure I derived from your slight displeasure. I moved close to you again, looking into your eyes, letting you read my gaze to see how much I loved you. I kept my features soft, so you would know I was only going to pleasure you. Your manly scent was so arousing as I stood close to you. 

I kept within inches of you as I reached up and checked the bonds on your hands, making sure that they were secure. My breasts rubbed teasingly across your chest as I extended, and I smiled at you as I whispered,

"Did you like the feel of my breasts?"

You groaned an incoherent response before I went on.

"Oh, that's right. You can't see my nipples and how delicious they look. You will have to earn that."

I knelt down and clasped your ankles slightly apart, further restricting your motion. I stood up and looked at you:

"I think I'll let you get used to this before moving forward."

I left you alone for a couple minutes to let you grow used to the restraints. I sat and watched in full view of your eyes, assuring you that you would go through nothing without me. When you had adjusted to being restrained, I came over to you with my hands behind my back and looked at you with a wry smile:

"I wish to pleasure you and drive you wild until you want me more than you've ever wanted anything. I do not wish to be a dominatrix but just a pleasure partner."

I showed you the hand that held a silk feather from earlier. I smiled as you felt a tickle begin at your ankle, revealing that I have brought another one. I glided both feathers over your legs slowly, letting you feel their silky softness. I raised them over your thighs and hips, enjoying your efforts to hold still despite the slight tickles and growing pleasure. I dragged them over your chest slowly, skipping your manhood on purpose. I let them glide over your neck lightly, then over your face. I smiled and stepped back to look over your body once again.

As I returned the feather to your inner thighs, I let it graze over your balls lightly, watching them tense with pleasure. I bit my bottom lip as I grew aroused from watching your reactions. I withdrew again, letting you relish the sensations I have given you.

When I stepped back toward you, I held a mirror in front of you. You smiled in confusion, not quite understanding what I was going to use it for. I open my other hand, revealing a bright red stick of lipstick in it. I held the mirror and let you watch as I applied the lipstick to my plump soft lips.

"I wish to mark your body with proof that I have caressed you all over," I said with a soft expression.

I knelt before you as I began to kiss both your feet, leaving my lips' marking on both. I moved up your legs, kissing at sensitive areas where I wished to leave a mark of my affection. I traced up your inner thighs, stopping as I neared your manhood. Looking up at you with a playful smile, I kissed your tightening balls lightly, placing a bright smear of lipstick on them. I moved around your groin, feeling your body tense from the sensation of my lips caressing your skin. I shifted up your abs and over your chest, leaving little marks all along the way. I kissed your neck softly, letting my lips enjoy the sensitive spots on both its sides. I let out a small moan of pleasure as I felt you shudder from my tender caresses. I planted a kiss on both your cheeks before stepping back and admiring my handiwork -- your body covered with the residue of my soft lips. I paused again, allowing you to savor the pleasure you felt and to let it drive you wild.

I smiled as I watched you and took pleasure in the face that you had not yet stopped me from teasing you. My hands behind my back, I took a step toward you again. I told you to close your eyes and tied a blindfold around them.

"I will remove this in one moment."

I let you hear me as I shuffled with some objects near you. You suddenly felt my warm hands around the tip of your aroused manhood, pushing something over the tip, causing pleasure as you felt its tightness. As it went down your shaft to rest at the base, it squeezed slightly around your thick shaft. My hands worked diligently around the bottom of your shaft. I stroked you while you became aware of another movement between the base of your shaft and your tightening balls. All of a sudden you heard a small humming sound and felt intense vibrations at that sensitive point. I let out a sigh, finally getting to see your body tense and release. I watched your massively hard manhood throb with pleasure from the sensation. Licking your nipples lightly, I left a trail of moisture on them with my little wet textured tongue.

"I hope you like this taunting my love."

I stepped back and admired you as you stood there, feeling the intense vibrations from the cock ring with vibrating bullet.

"I will let you feel more intensity now," I said, and with that I turned up the remote to the maximum setting. I wanted you to feel the full intensity, and I wanted to touch you so badly now, to pleasure you even more.

Somehow, I held back. I withdrew again, watching your body as I alternated between high and low settings on the vibrating cock ring. My own pleasure grew as I stood close to you and said:

"You are not allowed to cum until later, my love."

I turned down the vibrations to a low setting and moved around you again. I once again brought the feathers over your body, letting you feel them caressing your skin, as the cock ring pleasured your manhood. I looked down at your swollen shaft, your cock tip almost purple with intense arousal. I licked my lips as I bent over, tasting a drop of your precum.

"I love your enjoyment juice very much, my love."

With those words, I prepared to taunt you one final time. Still blindfolded, you felt something around your thick, throbbing mushroom tip, something utterly unfamiliar to you. It was warm and moist as it slid down your shaft, almost like my tenacious pussy. As you felt it sliding up and down your massively aroused member, I leaned into you and kissed your neck lightly. I sucked on your skin and moaned softly into your ear as I pleasured you even more. When I felt you swelling with pleasure, I took off your blindfold and let you view everything I was doing to you. You saw the silicone pussy I was using to taunt your swollen manhood and the vibrating cock ring. I smirked at you as I took away the silicone pussy:

"I think if I do anymore, it might push you over the edge, my love."

Stepping away once again, I turned the vibrating cock ring on high. I reached to the rope and let your hands down slowly, then freed them from the bindings while you gave in to the intense vibration around your thick cock base and balls. As I knelt to remove your ankle clasps, I looked up at your throbbing member for a moment. I stood up before you as your equal again.

"My love, how badly do you wish to ravish me?"

I stared at you waiting for your reaction, my heart racing, not quite knowing what your response would be to my seductive, taunting ways. My body was still flush with arousal from observing your body undergoing all my taunting. My posture gradually took on the appearance of your sweet innocent lover once again. Looking into your eyes that flashed with fires of passion, I whispered:

"I am yours."

I rubbed my finger over the pasties that covered my nipples, and swayed slightly from my intense feelings as I awaited your response.



Turning the Tables



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Hey y'all, note from the author-this is my first story, so please please feel free to comment. I would love all feedback, praise or criticism! And I hope you like it; it's based on an experience I had (names have been changed)/a fantasy that may yet come true :D! Enjoy!

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Dressed in a white blouse and black skirt, I headed towards Tbonz. I got a few looks from some guys, but I blew past them, a woman on a mission. I was so glad my shift was over that I didn't care who was checking me out.

I've been working the last couple weeks, ever since the semester ended, trying to scrape together money for Christmas presents. I hostess at a restaurant downtown, and when my shift ends, I usually head to a nearby bar to wait for some of my coworkers to get off. Tonight was no different. I walked down the street and had a drink; the night had been really stressful, with more than the usual number of bitchy customers. Pretty soon a couple of my coworkers appeared.

"Do you remember those two older ladies that you sat at table 28?" Josh asked me as he settled into a chair. I sat there for a second, trying to recall who he was talking about... 

"Oh yeah, one was wearing a really bright blue dress, right? Why, were they good or bad?"

"Funny," he replied, "the other one kept downing cocktails, and was completely wasted by the time their entrees arrived." I laughed, remembering helping a lady down the stairs. I was relating this to Josh when Alec slipped into the chair next to me. 

I've always been attracted to Alec; we'd had a thing during the summer, but things ended badly when I returned to college, and we were still a little weird. However, I could feel the effects of my first drink and I grinned mischievously at him as he sat down. 

"Care for a sip?" I asked innocently, offering up my Long Island Iced Tea. I'm only 19, but I'd been to this bar often enough with of age coworkers, that they never bothered to card me. 

His eyes widened when he tasted the tequila, "You're only 19, how'd you get that?" he said. The waitress arrived, and Josh ordered another scotch on the rocks. I took pity on Alec and ordered him a Long Island Iced Tea. 

"They recognize me from working with y'all," I replied after the waitress left, "I think they just assume I'm overage. Doesn't really work for you, since they know your dad and all." Alec's dad was a server at a really high class restaurant nearby. 

The three of us chatted for the next twenty minutes or so, waiting for Rachel, Josh's girlfriend, to get off. I finished my drink, and ordered another. When Rachel turned up, she asked the waitress for a rum and diet and four jello shots. I asked for another tea for Alec. I felt a hand brush my leg under the table. Startled, I looked up at Alec to see his blue eyes twinkling. 

He grinned at me and mouthed, "Thanks." When everything arrived, we had a toast ("To jello shot night!") and started encouraging Rachel to catch up.

Rachel is beautiful; she has long hair that's some color between blonde and brown, and really bright green eyes. Not to mention awesome boobs. She's a hostess as well, and before long we were venting to each other about some of the crabbier customers of the day. Eventually we got pulled into Josh and Alec's conversation, which involved the latest work drama. After a little bit I checked my phone and decided it was probably time for me to head home.

"I think I'm gonna head out; I'm day hosting tomorrow," I said, slipping off of my chair. 

Alec said, "Yeah I'm heading out too," his blue eyes staring straight into mine. He flicked his long blond hair out of the way and finished the rest of his drink. 

Rachel got up to hug me goodbye, and as we pulled apart, she caressed my arm and murmured, "You're really beautiful." 

I smiled at her, saying, "Aw thank you, you are so beautiful too." My hands were still around her waist, and she kind of leaned into me. She kissed me softly on the lips, and I returned the kiss, nibbling softly on her lower lip. We let the kiss get a little bit more passionate before ending it. When we broke apart, Alec and Josh were staring at us, eyes wide and jaws dropped. Rachel and I laughed, and then kissed again. I let myself go a little bit more this time, gripping her waist and running my free hand through her hair. When it ended, we laughed again, and hugged goodbye. 

I winked at Josh, saying, "Y'all have a great night!" He responded, "You too!" glancing at Alec, and then back to me, a satisfied smirk on his face. 

Alec and I left, heading to the parking garage. He grabbed my hand, and I let him hold it. My world was spinning pleasantly, and I was more than happy to let Alec lead me to our cars. 

When we arrived at the parking garage, we stepped into the elevator, and as soon as the doors closed, Alec pressed me up against a wall murmuring, "I can't believe you and Rachel just made out. That was really hot," His voice tickled my ear, and I shivered as he dropped his lips to my neck. One of his hands snaked around my waist, while he entangled the other in my hair. He bit my neck gently at first, then harder, eliciting a gasp from me. 

"Alec..."I murmured, knowing I should stop him, but unable to. I couldn't help but remember the last time we had been in this elevator, and the incredible car sex that had ensued.

Alec trailed kisses down to my collarbone, and then back up to my neck. He stopped and whispered in my ear, "Do you remember the last time we were here together?" My eyes snapped open, and I glared at him suspiciously. He looked at me knowingly and laughed, something tender in his eyes. "I know you too well, Kim," he said softly before leaning in and kissing me. Before I knew what I was doing, I was kissing him back, my hands wrapped around his neck. I reached up and twined my fingers through his long blond hair, deepening the kiss. I felt his hands tighten around me, pulling me closer, and then loosening abruptly as the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Alec pulled me out of the elevator, looking for my car. I waited for his confused look and giggled when it appeared. 

"I've got the Civic again," I reminded him, "not the minivan. I guess we can't have crazy sex after all." We reached my car, and he roughly pushed me against it, one arm wrapped around my waist, and the other braced against the car. He nibbled on my ear, then kissed me passionately. At first, I feebly tried to stop him, pushing against him, and refusing to return his kiss. However, he grabbed the nape of my neck and held me to him until I gave up and was kissing him as passionately as I could. Only then did he pull away, leaving me gasping, and chuckled. 

"Who said anything about the minivan hmmm? Let's go back to your place." I weakly agreed, and he kissed my forehead before going to his car. 

I slipped into my Civic, started the engine, and put it into reverse. After I backed out, I glanced into my rearview mirror and saw him grinning at me devilishly. I grinned back and shifted into first.

On the drive home, my brain was going crazy. I couldn't tell what he wanted from me...he was being rough and aggressive, just the way he knew I liked it, but every so often, something sweet and tender would slip in, like he couldn't help himself. I still had feelings for him, but I thought that he had moved on. I wasn't sure what to expect from tonight, but I knew that if I didn't keep it physical and aggressive, purely about the sex, then I would fall for him all over again. Realizing that, a plan formed in my mind...my bedposts...my hammock straps...teasing him until he couldn't take it any more...tonight I would be in charge...

I pulled into my driveway, Alec right behind me. How convenient that my parents had decided to visit my elder sister for Christmas this year. We both got out of our cars and went inside. He followed me up the stairs, both of us stumbling in our haste to get to my bedroom. As soon as we got there he threw me on the bed and started kissing me. I eagerly returned his kisses, my fingers fumbling as I tried to unbutton his shirt. He pulled away, and undid the buttons for me, removing his belt as well. He resumed kissing me, as his hands started to wander across my body. I couldn't help but moan as one of his hands cupped my ass, the other trying to undo the buttons on my blouse. I took the opportunity to flip myself over, so that I was straddling him, and slowly unbuttoned my blouse, looking him straight in the eye. His hands roamed over my thighs, and I gasped as his thumbs started sliding up my inner thighs. He continued to tease me, taunting me with his hands. Alec let his finger slide slowly up and down my slit, feeling how wet I was. I gasped, and arched my back when his finger brushed my clit. I opened my eyes to see him staring straight back at me, enjoying my reaction. Smiling seductively, I pulled his hands out from under my skirt and placed them above his head, leaning into him and lightly brushing his lips with mine. 

"So no panties tonight?" Alec chuckled as I kissed his neck, "to think you were running up and down the stairs all night in that skirt, and no panties..." I laughed and let my hand slide down to the windowsill, grabbing my hammock straps. They were sturdy and long enough to do the job. I kissed Alec again, twining the strap through my bedposts while he was distracted. I would only have one shot at this. Moaning, I ran my hands down his body, and then back up to his arms. I softly wrapped the strap around his arm a few times, then quickly tied it and tightened it. As soon as Alec felt the strap tighten, he reacted, trying to throw me off of him. I was ready and used my knees to keep his other arm in place as I quickly tied the strap around that arm. Then I slid back so I was once again straddling him and crowed my victory.

I grinned at him and swirled my hips around. I was situated directly on top of his dick and could feel his hardness pressing up against me. 

"How does it feel, not being in charge for once?" I cooed, continuing to rub myself against him. Alec didn't reply, but I could tell he was simultaneously aggravated and aroused. I ran my hands along his arms, which were tense, he was still trying to somehow undo the straps. I chuckled and continued running my hands down his muscular body, stopping just below his pants. I teased him, caressing the area right above his cock, letting my hand slide lower, but not quite touching it. 

Alec's eyes were closed, but when he realized what I was doing, he opened them and looked directly at me and said, "I'm not going to let you get away with this. And when I'm untied, I'm going to fuck you so hard the neighbors will know my name." I laughed again and unbuttoned his jeans. I continued to tease him, sliding down so that I could run my tongue along right below his waistline. I rolled his boxers over, careful not to touch his dick, until I could see the tip of his huge cock. Grinning at him, I trailed wet kisses across his lower body, always getting closer to his dick, but not actually touching it. Pausing, I breathed hot air onto the tip of his cock, looking directly at him. 

I licked him once, from the base of his penis all the way up, then leaned over him and murmured in his ear, "Ah, but when are you going to be untied my dear?" 

"Sooner than you think," he replied, and with a grunt he wrapped his legs around me and flipped me under him.

"You shouldn't have wrapped the first one around my arm," he said conversationally, as he pinned both of my arms down , "too easy to undo. And you definitely should have tied my legs up as well." I glared at him and fought violently as he tied the strap around my wrist; however he was much stronger than me and had no difficulty keeping my arm immobile. Once he had checked that my right arm was secure, he sat up, using his knee to pin my arm while he undid the other strap around his wrist. 

I bucked and kicked, trying to use my hips and legs to throw him off, but he didn't budge, ignoring the blows as if he couldn't feel them. Alec took his time binding my other wrist, checking that it was fastened well. 

Then he looked down and me and chuckled, "It looks like the tables have turned." A scream of rage escaped my lips and I bucked and twisted violently, trying desperately to get him off of me. He laughed at me again and merely smothered me with his weight, pressing himself against me until I was too exhausted to continue fighting. 

I ceased my movements and took a deep breath. Looking up into his blue eyes, now filled with anticipation and lust, I realized I was both scared and extremely turned on. Determined not to show either, I glared at him with all the rage I could muster.  

Alec seemed to find my anger amusing; he kissed me on the forehead and chuckled, saying, "What did you expect? That I would let you go after what you just tried?" He ran a finger down my body, tracing the curves of my breasts and stopping at my skirt. "Love, these clothes have got to go." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pocketknife. Grinning wickedly, he cut through my bra, tossing the pieces aside. Alec lowered his head, kissing down my neck towards my exposed breasts. He teased me for a little bit, kissing around my stomach before he finally returned to my breasts and bit my nipple. A whimper escaped my lips; it felt so good I couldn't help it. 

As Alec bit and sucked on my nipple, one of his hands caressed my other breast, while the other cupped my ass, squeezing and kneading it. I stifled another moan, now extremely aroused. Alec moved his hand from my ass, unzipping my skirt, and pulled it down until it was at my feet. "Much better," he sighed, then let his hand trail down to my waist. 

He started taunting me the same way that I had taunted him, sliding his hands lower and lower, but not quite touching me. I writhed and squirmed, needing to feel his hands on my pussy. 

"Beg me," he said, looking into my eyes. 

I returned his stare defiantly, saying, "Never." 

Alec grinned, replying, "We'll see about that." He kept teasing, now working his hands up from my thighs. I tried to stay silent and unmoving, but little gasps escaped my lips, and I couldn't stop myself from arching my back. 

After what seemed like an eternity of torture, Alec let his fingers slid up and down my slit, flicking my clit. I whimpered, no longer fighting him, just trying to control my reactions. I was dripping wet, and Alec easily slid a finger inside me. I moaned, my back arching, as he finger fucked me. Just as I was about to cum, he slipped his finger out. I opened my eyes and groaned in frustration, only to see him grinning at me. 

"Beg me," he repeated. "Tell me that you want me to fuck you." 

I ground my teeth together to keep from acceding to his will. Closing my eyes, I said, "No," through clenched teeth. 

I gasped as he began kissing my thighs. He worked his way up my legs, his hot kisses drawing ever closer to my pussy. Less than an inch from my pussy, he let out a breath, making me quiver. Ever so slowly, I felt his tongue slid up my lips. Without warning, his tongue darted into my snatch, and a cry escaped my lips. I shivered as he tasted me, my juices flowing out, with him lapping it all up. Before I could get close to orgasm, he stopped again and looked up at me. Without saying a word, he lowered his head again, this time his mouth fastening on my clit. I let out a moan, which ended in a sharp gasp when he started fingering me as well. Alec's tongue swirled circles around my swollen clit, while his fingers stroked my g-spot. I could feel my orgasm approaching and I welcomed it, ready to finally cum. Alec stopped again and I nearly cried with frustration. He slid off his pants and boxers, and positioned himself at the entrance to my cunt. Slowly he rubbed his cock up and down my dripping pussy. In vain I tried to pull him inside of me. 

Alec leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Say it Kim. Tell me what you want."

I released a sob of frustration, "Alec, I want you inside me!" I couldn't fight him anymore. In one swift movement, Alec rammed his huge cock deep into my wet pussy. We both let out gasps of pleasure. I had forgotten how big he was. My pussy stretched around his dick as he fucked me with deep, slow strokes. 

"Alec," I moaned as my orgasm built. He pulled almost all the way out before driving back into me, hard. It sent me over the edge and I screamed his name as waves of pleasure engulfed me, increasing with each passing second. Alec continued to fuck me at a steady pace. Before long, I was panting and moaning, my legs wrapped around his back, as I came again.

I lost track of how many times I orgasmed, each time moaning his name. Eventually, he stopped, and I thought he was done. He put my legs up on his shoulders and repositioned his cock at my entrance. Driving forward, he started fucking me in earnest. 

"Alec Alec holy shit Alec I'm cumming Alec I can't stop cu-ALEC!" I let out a continuous cry, unable to stop myself from orgasming yet again. Alec kept pounding me, fucking me so hard that I squealed his name. Through my fog of pleasure, I felt another orgasm building and when it hit I screamed, "ALEC!", convulsing around his dick. Feeling my pussy contract around him yet again sent Alec over the edge. With a moan of relief, he came, shooting his hot seed deep into my pussy. Lowering my legs from his shoulders, Alec smiled at me, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me deeply. He lovingly untied the straps from my wrists and gathered me in his arms. I was too exhausted to do anything but snuggle into his embrace. 

As I drifted towards slumber, he kissed me on the forehead and whispered, "I love you." 

"Love you too," I replied as sleep claimed us both.



Turning the Tables



By Likegoodwinecopyrighted January 2011

Your votes and constructive comments are appreciated as they will help me grow.

Coming out of the hospital, I was in a haze. My life had been turned upside down (or inside out as I felt right now) with the result of a simple test. I couldn't and wouldn't go back home now. I had to think. 

So I headed toward a bar not far from the hospital and ordered a large Bloody Mary. It would be the one and only, but I needed that drink real bad.

The bar was empty, so I took my drink to an isolated table and started thinking. My life, as I had cherished it, was now over. Not one to postpone an urgent task, I wanted to think and be sure of all my intended future actions before going home. 

I am Bob. I am 42 years old and married to my wife, Nancy, for the last 15 years. Nancy is one year younger than me and we have two beautiful little girls, Andrea, 11, and Kimberley, 8. Up to one hour ago, our life was simple, a bit predictable, but full of love and wonderful moments. That was about to change. 

Of course, I didn't want to lose the girls, but if it came to that, well that would be probably better for them in the long term as my plan unfolded. Instead of a messy marriage with full of resentment and distrust, it would be better to simply cut it short and start anew.

I arrived home and Nancy's Lexus was already in the driveway. As expected, the kids were not at home and I would be able to talk right away with my wife, without witnesses. 

I am not an actor, but I managed to hide my true feelings and even put a smile on my face. Home from work Nancy was in the kitchen. As I was a school principal and she was an accounting clerk, we both had regular schedules and we always shared the day-to-day chores in the family. It was her day to prepare supper and she barely looked at me when I kissed her cheek. 

I had a good look at her. She was still as beautiful as she was when we met. Just a little more filled out as we all can be. Busy for a few minutes, she finally put the supper in the oven and turned toward me sitting at the kitchen table. As usual, her green eyes and blond hair left me breathless. I am considered a handsome man at near 6' tall and 180 lbs. But Nancy has always been a very attractive woman, the head turner in the family.

She raised her eyebrows when she noticed me there, and a questioning look greeted my silent smiling face.

"What Honey? What's so funny?"

I got up and took her in my arms. As I looked down at her I knew my height and looks were one of the reasons she let me into her life. My embrace was followed by a gentle probing kiss that gained momentum and turned into a hungry French kiss. I broke the kiss. "I love you so much that it hurts" I said then resumed kissing.

Her body pressed to mine, Nancy was responding to my caresses all over her nice curves. She finally broke the kiss this time and gave me a quizzical look. "What's happening to you? I'm not complaining, but with the kids due back soon, we're better cool down a bit", she told me. The way her hips were rubbing on my already erect cock bellied her statement. 

Her back was now to the kitchen table. "You make me too hot to cool down Honey". I pulled her head toward me and resumed kissing while my right hand was caressing her breasts. Her nipples were already hard from arousal. I broke the kiss again " The kids are not due back for an other 30 minutes and there is one thing that I really want right now... and it's you".

"Ok, but let's make it fast", she said.

We resumed kissing. My hand went underneath her skirt and I started to caress her through the fabric of her panties. She was already very wet.

She wasn't inactive and she started to undo my pants and took my hard cock out. My hand found the waistband of her panties and my fingers dove for her pussy. My fingers went to her well-lubricated cunt then I started to gently rub her clit. She was moving her hips in synch with my caresses and her moans pitched up a bit. 

She broke our embrace and turned around. She was now facing the table. She lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties to mid-thighs. "Now take me! Hurry!" she said while bending over the table.

Without delay, I pushed my cock straight in her very wet and slippery cunt. Right away, I started to thrust hard and Nancy answered with her own push on my cock. Her head low over the table, her panting increased with the force of my fucking. Her moans were turning to a wail and not too soon because I was about to cum and was having a hard time trying to wait. When I finally felt her pussy starting to clench on my cock, I finally let go myself and I came inside her, trying to bury myself deeper in her at each spurt of cum.

We stayed like that for a few seconds, with my now deflating cock still buried in her. We finally separated and straightened up, me pulling my pants back up and Nancy her panties.

"Honey, that was a great quickie!" Nancy said. "What came over you?"

Ok, now was the moment of truth!

"Well, I have very good news. You know how much I love my girls but always had wished that we also had a boy?"

"Uh, yes!", she answered, totally confused now.

"Well, I will soon be the father of a boy" I said.

Nancy was stunned. "What? I don't understand! What do you mean by father of a boy? I am not pregnant"

"Not with you but I will become the father of a boy in 5 months from now if nothing goes wrong, God forbid!" I said, forcing a smile on my face. 

Well, the force of a mighty slap in the face soon erased the smile. It was expected but it still hurt a lot. 

"But Honey, I love you! It was only an accident. It was only sex!" I argued with her but to no avail. 

For the next few hours, Nancy went through the whole set of emotions, from devastated and betrayed, to angry and mad. The girls were sent right to their bedroom while Nancy vented her frustration and anger. Soon, I was packing a suitcase and was out of the house, never to return.

The next week I was served with divorce papers. Motive of divorce: infidelity. In our state, that means a lot. I was only granted a few hours of visitation of the girls each week. I received frequent phone calls from Nancy who needed to vent her emotions. She was hurt, deeply hurt. I never had an answer to her repeated question: "Why did you do that to me? To us?" As I knew it would happen, all my requests to put this behind us, and go on as before, were met by a wall of anger and total rejection. I was a bastard and she would take me to the cleaners.

Four months later, we finally made it to court. My lawyer did contest her proposed uneven separation of assets as well as the proposed custody of the kids. The judge started to go over the motive. He asked if I was contesting the infidelity charge. My lawyer did create a surprise when saying that not only was I not contesting the infidelity motive, but that I was submitting a medical record to prove it. Both my wife's lawyer and the judge were quite taken by surprise. 

"You realize sir that as far as your infidelity is concerned, there was no evidence presented by the plaintiff and were I to rule on this divorce with evidential infidelity it would affect directly the way my ruling will be? The 50-50 separation of assets you asked for would be impossible to grant", explained the judge.

"May I approach the Bench your honor?" asked my lawyer. Both lawyers made it to the judge. Nancy's lawyer was quite enjoying it. However, I saw his smile freeze on his face when my lawyer presented the judge with the DNA medical evidence of her long term infidelity. I could tell that the judge was really pissed. After a while he waived both lawyers back away from him. 

I knew what was going on, but Nancy had a puzzled look on her face. Her lawyer whispered something to her. Her face blanched as if drained of blood. She looked at me with a total look of amazement. 

The judge said "This is an unexpected turn of events, and I am really put off by the net impression that this court was used and lied to. However, I have to realize that a divorce proceeding is always a way to get back at the other spouse." The judge looked toward me. "You played a dangerous game of perjury and without this later admission it could have cost you a lot. Care to take a minute to explain?"

"Your honor, when I recently learned that neither of my two children were mine as confirmed by the DNA testing but had the same father, I knew that my wife has been unfaithful to me for the whole marriage. I am guilty to have wished and succeeded that she would also go through all the pain and sadness that her behavior caused me " I began to say.

"She can now comfort herself by knowing that every shred of emotion she felt over the last few months were also mine even though her emotions were not based in fact. I also have to point out that all my vocal requests to put my admission behind us were flatly rejected by her. At least I didn't lie by omission as she did for over the last twelve years" I added.

"I still love deeply our two kids and wish she had accepted my offer to put all this behind us. I was willing to try to forgive her for the sake of the kids. For four months, she had many chances to avoid this mess and save our marriage. She didn't."

The assets were split in two and the judge also decreed shared custody of our two angels. A few months later after discovering who the father was, I also won a lawsuit against Nancy's boss that awarded me over $200,000 in past child support and other expenses because by DNA he was the father.

Then after depositions of some of Nancy's co-workers and managers who knew about her and her boss long term affair, my lawyer sued the Company that employed each of the cheaters for a much larger number which eventually was negotiated down to over $ 450,000 for me after the lawyers fee.

Just to be clear, I still loved the two girls dearly and wanted them to continue to be a part of my future.

The End



Turning the Tables



"No, no, no! This will not do!" Mistress Irene snapped, surveying the wreckage that had been her favorite lamp. She and her loyal slave, whom she merely called Pet, had been playing a vigorous game of fetch, with him scampering around the room after a soft rubber dog bone. She had enjoyed watching him hurry back and forth every time she set the bone free with a snap of her wrist. Then, his shoulder had bumped the end table, and her most precious lamp had come crashing down.

"I'm so sorry, Mistress! I didn't mean to break it!" Pet whined as he cowered before her, low on his knees, head bowed guiltily. His thick blonde hair hid his face, and his lean, muscular body trembled in fear of her anger. Mistress Irene, however, trembled out of rage. Her red mane tumbled around her shoulders in wild waves, and her face was flushed almost as bright a shade of red with frustration and anger. As she took in a deep breath, her ample breasts strained against the black leather of her favorite bodice. She tapped one high-heeled shoe on the floor, considering his punishment.

"What you meant to do doesn't matter, stupid animal!" she almost snarled at him. "What happened is you broke something very dear to me. And now you will suffer for it quite dearly. Get over my knees."

Whimpering, Pet crawled to her, and began to kiss her shoes, adoration and penitence oozing out of his every gesture. If that lamp hadn't been a gift from her late grandmother, Mistress Irene might have smiled, might even have forgiven him. But that was not the case. His forgiveness would have to be well earned. She reached down and twisted her fingers in his hair, seizing a fistful and pulling him up from her feet. His lip trembled, and his eyes were beginning to dampen.

"What is this? I give you an order, and not only do you disobey me, but you forget your dignity as well?" she raged at him, spit almost flying from her full, red lips. "You beg and snivel like this, why? Because you think I'll let you off easy?"

"No, Mistress. I'm just so afraid of my punishment for this, even though it was an honest accident..." he was cut off by a brisk slap to the face, and Irene pushed him down to his knees.

"Your punishment...Indeed. For starters, I'll repeat my last order." she said as she went to her favorite plushy easy chair and sat down. "Get your ass over my knees, now."

Pet crawled to her quickly, not daring any more of her wrath. He stood as he reached her, then bent over her knees, placing his hands against the nape of his neck, as she always told him to do when he was to be spanked. The blows came quick and hard, and Pet bit his lip to hold his pained cries to himself. As he felt the red heat rising in his ass, he felt the slaps of her hand begin to slow. He silently thanked God for giving her tender hands, that she might only spank him for so long. The humiliation he felt in those moments was staggering, and he was often reduced to tears by it. Tears that she had always kissed away, to date. But this time...he couldn't be sure of anything this time.

"Get up, and kneel at the foot of my bed." Irene ordered sternly, pinching his bright red ass as an incentive. With a startled gasp, he seemed to spring up, and he trotted quickly to the bed. He knelt quickly, keeping his head low, and his eyes on the floor. "I will need just a moment to prepare for the last of your punishment. Then, you'll get what you deserve for breaking that lamp!"

He dared not look up as he heard her rummaging through one of the drawers of her dressing table. He heard rustles and thumps from it, but if she should look his way and see him watching her, she would be incensed even further. After a moment, he felt her presence behind him, then her hand on his head, fingers digging into his hair. She drew him up, so that he was belly-down on the bed, his legs draped down over the foot of the bed, his sore red ass high in the air. He quickly clasped his hands on his nape again, and was treated to a soft caress down his back. Then her nails drew lines of white pain against his ass cheeks, and he gasped deeply.

"Now, Pet, the last of your punishment. You broke something of mine, and now I'll break something of yours. I wonder why I didn't do this a long time ago, really. Maybe it's just the lesson you've always needed." she began, as one of her tender hands, slick with an oily lubricant, began to massage the crack of his ass. At first, he relaxed into the massage, feeling pleasure, but then realized the purpose of that oil, and what she meant to do to him.

"Mistress, please! Mercy, I beg you, anything but this!" he pleaded, trying to crane his head far enough around to see her.

"Mercy? Oh, no, I've been too soft on you for too long." she said firmly, pushing his head back down on the soft comforter. "Now, you're going to suffer, in order to learn that we all have things we value greatly. And to learn what it feels like when those things are broken."

Pet then felt the cold, hard length rubbing against his burning ass, sliding wetly along his crack. She had brought out the one toy that she had previously only threatened him with. He had never seen it, but was feeling it now. Her strap-on dildo. He took a deep, resigned breath, trying to relax as his own body heat warmed the firm, rubbery toy that slithered against him with each movement of his Mistress' hips. Swallowing hard, he tried to brace himself, but each time she would press the tip against that tight rear pucker, she would let it slide away again, torturing him with uncertainty. In spite of himself, he felt his own cock begin to rise, pressing against the foot of the bed. How this threat of violation, of total claiming of his most intimate of places, excited him, he would never be able to explain. But the feeling was as real as his burning asscheeks.

Finally, Mistress Irene tired of teasing him. With a smile, she took the shaft of her toy in hand, and guided it to his virgin ass. She pressed gently at first, twisting her hips to work it into him with a spiraling motion. He gasped and writhed beneath her as the dildo, which wasn't even the thickest that she owned, opened his rear passage and began to sink into his depths. He choked back a cry of deliciously mixed sensations, burying his face in the comforter, hands gripping each other tightly behind his head. She pushed with her hips and leaned down, placing her mouth next to his ear.

"If you need to, you may moan. But if I hear the word 'No' out of you, even once, I'll drill you like this every night for the next month, do you hear me?" she whispered into his ear, her voice husky with her own lusty passion. His only reply was a vigorous nod of his head, and a long groan that had been held in with no small amount of discipline.

"Good Pet, make some noise for your Mistress. Let me know that you feel it." she said, stroking her hands down his back as she pushed the toy even deeper into him, burying it completely now. His gasps and moans were an almost constant rhythm now, and he lifted his ass to her, all the better to take this strange, but deep sensation that she offered. With a loving smile, she began a slow rhythm with her hips, beginning to slide the toy in and out of him, only a couple of inches each way. She didn't want to tear her poor boy in half, after all. Just teach him a good lesson.

Pet moaned and grunted beneath his Mistress' invasive attentions. The toy felt huge inside him, like it was stretching him wider than was possible, but the wet friction of it against his inner walls was sending electric shocks through all of his nerves. He wasn't even conscious of the fact that he was moving his hips in time to her thrusts, which grew stronger now, more forceful. "God help me," he thought. "She's actually fucking me, and I think I'm enjoying it..."

Irene thrust into him harder now, holding his hip in her right hand for support. He was being very responsive, bathing in every new sensation that this punishment was flooding him with. Her free hand wandered her own body. Her fingers pinched lightly at her nipples, then stroked her own soft ass. Then they played their way from her body to his, rubbing the backs of his thighs, where they brushed against his engorged cock. She smiled wickedly and traced her nails over the rock hard member, and watched Pet squirm and groan loudly. Using her fingertips, not her nails, she gently plucked at the soft, hot skin that sheathed his steely member, drawing a rising cry from him as her hips went from thrusting to pounding.

Listening to his rapid breathing, she could tell that he wouldn't last long now. Everything she was putting him through was too much all at once for him to be able to stand anymore. She spat in her hand, and wrapped it around his hard cock, stroking it in time with the hard, deep hammerblows of her hips, which drove the toy deep into his bowels. Pet tipped his head back and cried out louder than she had ever heard him before, his body jerking and spasming. His cock throbbed in her hand, and hot cum pumped out of it in thick pearly jets that pooled on the soft pink throw rug. As he came, she held her hips tight against his ass, holding the dildo deep in him, wanting his rectal muscles to get a good workout by squeezing the toy with all their strength.

When it finally passed, he slumped forward, weak, limp, and sweaty. As she slowly drew the toy out of his deepest chamber, he shuddered and broke down into helpless sobs. In seconds, the strap-on hit the floor, and Irene cuddled up next to him, drawing his arms around her. He hugged her desperately, sobbing apologies and promises to her, and she wiped his tears away tenderly. Her brave, strong Pet had taken his punishment well, and she could finally show him the tenderness that she knew he needed. Soon, the tears stopped, and the two of them fell into a lazy slumber in each others' arms, roles forgotten until the next morning.

                    END.



Turning the Tables



And so, tonight the tables were turned. He walked in and opened his mouth to say, "hello" but before the words could fall out of his mouth, he saw her, standing by the bed dressed in a black leather bustier, her long blonde hair falling just below her neckline laying softly on her the top of her breasts that teased him as they were pushed up and begging to fall out of the top. She moved from the place she was standing, dangling the handcuffs he was going to use on her that night from her fingers. He again tried to speak, but she shushed him as she pressed her lips against him, leaving a faint stain on his mouth of the deep red lipstick she chose to wear for him that night. In her other hand she presented him with a shot of tequila, which he quickly threw down his throat. He tried to kiss her again, his desire to ravish her becoming obvious by the growing bulge in his pants. Instead, she pulled her head back and stared him straight in the eyes, pushing him back into the chair she had waiting for him.  

Speechless, he watched as she straddled him, feeling his cock get harder under her pussy, and she dove her tongue into his mouth. He reached up to touch her breasts, but she caught his hands and he willingly allowed her to put them behind the chair where she carefully handcuffed him to it. The situation was odd for him, after all, she was generally the one bound and at his mercy, but tonight - he was at hers. She kissed him again and then stood slowly in front of him, not saying a word, and gently tugged at the top of her bustier to expose herself to him. How badly he wanted to reach out and touch her but the confines of his cuffs wouldn't allow it. 

Instead, he watched as she played with her them, full and magnificent, massaging herself and rolling her nipples in between her fingers. He instinctively tried to pull his wrists apart, but couldn't move. 

She knew he wanted her. She could hear it in his breathing, and could see it in his eyes. His cock was as hard as it could be, becoming uncomfortable in his pants. She bent before him, her tits dangling in front of him while she kissed him hard, laying her tongue in his mouth. His tongue met hers and they danced, and her hand stroked him on the outside of his pants. His moans vibrated in her mouth. Her nipples became hard and erect. Breaking free of their kiss, she cupped her breast and placed it in his mouth, allowing him to suck and lick at them. Her pussy was soaking wet, so she stood and shimmied out of her panties and slowly removed the bustier so she was wearing nothing except for the black stilettos that gave her four inches in height. 

She reached down between her legs and teased her clit, and he struggled again to be free. She plunged her finger into her pussy and made sure it was covered in her own juices before placing her finger into his mouth, and he hungrily sucked at it. When he was done, she kissed him again, tasting herself on his tongue.

She quietly backed away from him and laid on the bed, bringing her legs up and opening them wide, placing the heel of her stiletto on the edge of the mattress so that the only view he had was her pussy. She reached down with one hand and touched herself and with the other hand, played with her tits. She massaged her clit, raising her back and squirming on the bed. As she got close to cumming, she fucked herself with her finger, and when the feeling subsided, played with her clit again. He could smell her from where he was, her pussy directly in front of his face, but too far away for his tongue to reach her. He wanted so badly to thrust his tongue into her, and the teasing was almost becoming too much for him to bear. Her moans became louder, and he struggled again in his chair. She continued to play with herself and when she knew she couldn't wait any longer, she moved back to him, straddling him and rubbed her clit on the outside of his pants, holding onto the back of the chair while her tits bounced on his chest. She moved as fast as she could, and he bit at her neck while she screamed. She came on him like that, arching her back while she whimpered loudly from her release. 

She brought her face close to his and kissed him again, and this time, he broke free of her kiss.

"Un-cuff me." He ordered her.

She smiled and whispered back at him. "I'm scared."

"You should be." He smirked. "Un-cuff me."

She knew when she did, he would attack her, and the thought of it caused her pussy to ache again. She slid the small handcuff key off the table next to them and while still sitting on him, she reached behind him and put the key in the lock. He kissed her neck and as soon as one cuff came free, he picked her up as he stood and threw her on the bed. He didn't wait for her to remove the other cuff but instead tore at his clothes. His shirt and pants came off in almost one motion, and he was swiftly on top of her thrusting his cock deep inside of her. She gasped at his force as he pounded inside of her. She was sure he would cum in minutes, but instead he just continued fucking her as hard and as fast as he ever has; so hard, it pushed her to the other end of the mattress and her head hung off. He saw his opportunity and ripped himself out of her pussy, jumped from the bed and stood by her head. Her head was upside down hanging off the side of the mattress and he plunged his cock into her mouth, fucking her face as hard as he fucked her pussy. He leaned over her while she was sucking him and played with her tits, squeezing the nipples hard, slapping them, and then massaging them, then tugging and her nipples again.

"Touch yourself."

She did what he told her to and played with her clit again, while he took his cock in his hands and rubbed it on her face. She sucked at him, her mouth moist and hot while she licked at his balls. She placed his ball sack in her mouth, nibbling at it gently and sucking at it until he decided to fuck her face again. She played with her clit hard and she moaned when she was about to cum again. On cue, he fucked her face harder, knowing he wanted to cum with her. She began to cum and he could hear her, even though her moans were muffled by his cock. He pumped his cock into her mouth as deep as he could until he found the back of her throat and she knew he was about to empty himself into her. He grabbed ahold of her tits and jammed his cock into her hard; three hard pumps until she felt his cum slide down her throat. He almost suffocated her when he stopped moving and after she was done swallowing him, she licked him clean so that not one drop of cum would fall from his when he finally took his cock out of her mouth. He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and pinched at her tits again.

"I'm going to shower", he notified her as he walked away.

She laid on the bed and inhaled deeply, still being able to taste him in her mouth, and started rubbing her clit again...



Turning the Tables



Peter Gibbons was freaking out. The final presentation was supposed to have been sent to his manager by noon. It was five o'clock, and Peter was still furiously working on the most crucial slide in the deck. The phone rang, and he knew who it was before he even answered it.

"Yeah, I know," he said. "I know. I...I am. I know. I...I'll have it done. I know. I'll send it to you by the bottom of the hour."

He hung up the phone and continued working at a furious pace. In the surrounding cubicles, co-workers were shutting down their laptops for the night and heading home. As it was Friday, several of them were discussing their plans for the weekend.

"Peter, why are you still working?" It was Michael, one of the members of his team.

"I'm trying to get this goddamned slide done for Lumbergh's presentation next week," Peter said.

Another colleague joined Michael and asked the same question. As Michael patiently explained the situation, Peter continued his frantic efforts.

"Well, listen," said Michael, "we're heading to Chotchkie's for a beer or two. Why don't you stop by when you're done?"

"I'd love to, guys," Peter said, "but I really have to get home."

"No problem," Michael said. As they walked away, Peter could hear Michael making the "pussy-whip" sound effect. He recognized that sound all too well. He had heard it for years.

By the time Peter wrapped up his work, it was nearly six o'clock. He hurried home to discover his wife, Joanna, sitting at the dining room table with their two daughters, Emily and Sarah. By the looks of their plates, it appeared that they were nearly finished with dinner.

"Sorry I'm late," he said, hanging up his coat. "Traffic was really bad."

"There's plenty left on the stove," Joanna said, motioning with her fork.

Peter filled a plate and sat at his usual spot at the table. "How was your day?" he asked.

"Ugh," Joanna responded. "Don't get me started." She then proceeded to tell him every excruciating detail of her day, from the long drop-off lines at the schools, to the phone call from Sarah's teacher about her missing homework assignments, to the lunch meeting with her friend who suspects her husband is having an affair.

Peter listened patiently as he finished his lukewarm dinner, pausing every now and then to nod his head or give some sign that he was listening. Truthfully, he hadn't absorbed a single word she said. He finished his meal and made his way to the kitchen to wash the dishes. He barely had enough time to change out of his work clothes before it was time to put the girls to bed. He read to them both and tucked them in. He returned downstairs to find Joanna wiping the kitchen counters.

"You got water everywhere," she complained. "Honestly, do you have to make such a mess when you do the dishes?"

"Sorry, honey," he said.

He sat in his usual spot on the couch and exhaled deeply. It had been a long and difficult week, to say the least, but the worst of it was over. Joanna sat in her customary spot at the other end of the couch, and stretched her legs until her feet rested on his lap. Without even thinking about it, he instinctively took each foot in his hands and massaged and kneaded them as they watched whatever mindless show was on the screen.

At eleven o'clock, right on schedule, Joanna announced she was tired and rose from the couch. Peter followed, shutting off the lights and locking the doors along the way. As usual, she wore a pair of old sweatpants and an oversized tee-shirt to bed. He simply stripped down to his boxers. They got under the sheets, and she turned her back to him. He instinctually wrapped his arms around her in the "spooning" position, and gently kissed her neck.

"I'm so tired," she repeated. It was her oft-repeated, completely transparent, code phrase for "I'm not in the mood for sex."

Like every married couple, it seemed, their sex life had dwindled down to nothing in recent years. In a good month, they had sex two or three times. When they did, it was always a quick session in the standard military position. It wasn't always like that, of course. When they first met, Joanna couldn't keep her hands off of him. She was so wild in bed, he thought he hit the jackpot. She was open to just about anything, and often initiated their sexual adventures.

As the years passed, sex became more and more of a rare treat. After Sarah was born, it seemed as though their sex life went into a coma. Peter protested at first, and tried everything he could think of to revive her libido: sex toys, romantic evenings, extra doses of affection, kinky lingerie, extra work around the house, and even role-playing. Nothing worked.

Joanna explained that she was simply growing older, and that it was natural to lose your libido over time. All of her girlfriends said the same thing, she insisted. She explained that she had too many things on her plate, and too many responsibilities caring for their daughters. Sex just wasn't at the top of her mind anymore.

As was his nightly habit, he massaged her back as his thoughts roamed. It was Friday, he thought, and that was usually the best night for sex. It had been more than three weeks since the last time they had sex. They were due. The muscles in his hands ached, but he kept rubbing and kneading. If she enjoyed her massage, he thought, maybe she would reciprocate his kind gesture. Everything he did for her, it seemed, was predicated on the notion that she would reciprocate with sex. As the years went by, he found himself doing more and more for her, all under the presumption that she would repay him with affection.

He allowed his hands to roam down to the small of her back. He contemplated whether or not he should make the next move. It would either result in some much-needed intimacy or yet another bruise to his ego. He decided it was worth the risk. He slid his hands under the waistband of her sweatpants, and beneath her panties. He cupped one of her ass cheeks and squeezed.

"Ugh!" she said, pushing his hand away and turning around to face him. "Seriously? I told you I'm tired."

"I just...I thought..."

"Ugh!" she repeated. "You're always pawing at me. I just want to go to sleep. It's been a long day."

Another blow to his ego. He could feel his temper rising. "Okay, fine," he said, turning away from her. "Get your precious sleep."

She gave an exasperated sigh and grabbed him by the shoulder, forcefully pulling him onto his back. Giving an exaggerated yawn, she yanked down the sheet and blanket and grabbed his cock. She yawned again and she squeezed and stretched it like it was made of putty.

He closed his eyes and tried to think of sexy thoughts. He knew that if it took more than a few minutes to finish, she would become frustrated and angry. He wondered if maybe she would let him fuck her, or if this would only be a handjob. Either way, she would consider it as sex, and it would likely be weeks until the next display of intimacy, so he had better make the best of it.

Another yawn. She increased the pace of her dry hand stroking up and down along his semi-rigid shaft. He concentrated hard, frantically searching for some image or idea that would send him over the edge. Another deep sigh. She was growing impatient.

"Can I fuck you?" he whispered.

She stopped stroking. "Not tonight," she said. "I told you, I'm tired. Do you want me to continue or not?"

"Okay," he said, defeated.

She continued her stroking, her annoyance clearly evident in the manner in which she performed the act. "Are you almost there?" she asked with a sigh.

"Almost," he lied. It was difficult to enjoy the moment when it was so apparent that pleasuring him had become such a chore to her.

After another minute or so, he pushed her hand away. "Just forget it," he said. He kissed her forehead and rolled over while she did the same. In the back of his mind, he thought, since I didn't finish, maybe she won't count it as sex.

*** 

Weekends were never about relaxing. They were all about catching up on housework, grocery shopping, and running the kids back and forth from one activity to another. Naturally, Peter was involved in every aspect of these tasks. By the time Monday morning rolled around, he was almost thankful to return to work.

As he sat at his desk, starting at his laptop, pretending to be busy while his thoughts strayed everywhere except his work, his manager, Bill, suddenly appeared. His head popped up over the cubicle wall, startling Peter for a moment.

"Hey, Peter," Bill said. "Can I have a word with you?"

"Sure," Peter responded. Bill's head disappeared, and Peter rose from his chair and followed Bill to his office.

"I'm not going to be able to make it to this presentation on Friday," Bill informed him. "Something has come up, and I'm gonna have to ask you to step in for me."

Bill's jaw dropped. "What? What do you mean? Bill, I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"This...this is a big deal, Bill. There will be dozens of people in that room - people whose pay grades are well above mine. I can't..."

"Peter," Bill said, adopting a fatherly tone, "you know this material better than anyone in this office. Hell, you created those models yourself. You understand them better than I do, and you can explain those numbers better than anyone here."

"I...I just can't."

Bill sighed and sat back in his chair. "Okay, what's the problem, Peter?"

"I can't speak in front of that many people," Peter explained. "I get so nervous I pass out. It happened to me in college...a couple of times. I will never do that again. That's why I pursued this line of work, Bill! I do my best work alone, and I figured I'd never have to put myself in that situation ever again."

"Well," Bill said with a smile, "you figured wrong. This is part of your job, and I'm asking you to do your job. If you can't, then..."

"I get it," Peter said. "I'll deal with it. Thanks, Bill."

Peter left the office looking pale and nauseous. He slumped into his chair and put his head in his hands.

"Well, shit, that must have gone well," Sammy said, draping his arms over the cubicle wall. "What the hell happened in there?"

"Lumbergh wants me to give the presentation on Friday," Peter groaned.

"The presentation?" Sammy said. "You mean the presentation? This is huge, Peter! What an opportunity for you!"

Peter groaned and rubbed his temples.

"What's wrong?" Sammy asked. "Why aren't you thrilled about this? Help me out here."

"Sammy, I can't speak in front of that many people - especially that crowd. I...I just can't. Whenever I speak in front of that many people, I break out in a sweat, my heart races, and before I know it, everything goes black. Next thing I know, I'm on the floor staring up at some EMT and a crowd of people. There's no way I can do this."

"Ah...okay," Sammy said. "You have anxiety."

"Extreme anxiety," Peter said, "abso-fucking-lutely."

"No problem, my friend," Sammy said with a smile. He tapped his phone a few times, and Peter's phone vibrated. "I know a guy. I just texted you his info. You call that guy, and he will cure all your problems."

"All of my problems?"

"Well...he's not a miracle worker."

Peter dialed the number immediately, and was disappointed to learn that the earliest appointment was weeks away. Just when he began to hyperventilate over the idea of giving that presentation, however, he received a call from the office. A last-minute cancellation presented an opening that afternoon. Peter quickly booked the appointment. He asked Bill for the rest of the day off, and once he told him why he needed it, he was granted the last-minute request.

He followed the directions to the office building and opened the door labeled, "Dr. Lucas Swanson, MD." After a short waiting period, he was ushered into a small, but cozy-looking, room containing a desk and two stuffed leather chairs in the middle of the room. Dr. Swanson rose from behind his desk to greet Peter, and motioned toward one of the chairs.

"Please, get comfortable," Dr. Swanson said. "Can I get you anything? Water?"

"No, I'm fine," Peter responded.

"Okay, Mr. Gibbons," Dr. Swanson said, setting a notepad on his lap, "what brings you here today?"

Peter explained his predicament with the looming presentation and his history of blacking out whenever he spoke in front of a large group of people. All the while, Dr. Swanson remained silent and broke eye contact only when making an occasional note on his pad.

"I see," the doctor said at last. "Well, judging from what you've told me so far, I would say you suffer from anxiety, which is a fairly common condition."

"Yes, that's what my co-worker said," Peter noted. "Is there anything you can do for me?"

"Well, assuming it is anxiety, there are many different types of treatment. In general, anxiety is caused by fear - a fear of failure, a fear of embarrassment, etcetera. The antidote is confidence. What you need is an injection of confidence, and that is something we can begin to build right here in this room. Can you tell me when this sensation began for you? Can you recall an incident, perhaps from your childhood, when you first experienced this anxiety?"

Peter sighed heavily and glanced at the clock. "I don't mean any offense, doctor, but this presentation is on Friday, and I have to be cured by then."

"Cured?" Dr. Swanson repeated with a chuckle. He removed his glasses and looked Peter in the eye. "Mr. Gibbons, if curing someone of a lifetime of anxiety were that easy, I'd be a fiction writer instead of a psychiatrist. These things take time, you have to understand. There are no quick and easy cures."

"What about medication?" Peter asked.

Dr. Swanson sighed, and put his glasses back on. He scribbled a few more notes on his pad. "I don't know what it is with this modern generation," he said, "but you all seem to want to take the easy way out. I am not like other psychiatrists, Mr. Gibbons. I will prescribe medication only as a last resort. There are far too many side effects to be worth the risk."

"How about just one pill, then?" Peter implored. "One pill that I can take before the presentation. Surely, there can't be side effects to taking just one pill?"

Dr. Swanson peered at him from above his glasses, which teetered on the bridge of his nose. "I'll tell you what, Mr. Gibbons. I will try another technique with you, and if that doesn't work, then you can call my office on Thursday or Friday, and we will fax you a prescription for that one pill."

"Excellent!" Peter said. "Thank you—"

"But on one condition," the doctor interrupted. "You have to give this technique an honest chance. You must give me your word that you will let any skepticism or doubt leave your mind, and really give this a chance. Otherwise, no pill for you."

"I promise," Peter said.

"Okay, then," the doctor said, jotting down a few final notes. "Now, get comfortable in that chair and close your eyes. Listen to the sound of my voice and nothing else. Set aside any other thoughts you may be having right now and turn off that inner voice."

Peter exhaled deeply, and tried his best to clear his head.

"Now, I want you to think of a happy place," Dr. Swanson said, "a place where you feel warm and comfortable and safe. It could be indoors, outdoors, at home, or far away. Concentrate on your breathing. Each time you inhale, transport yourself to that place and imagine you are there right now. Each time you exhale, feel your body sink further into the chair. Feel your shoulders and arms grow heavier, and melt into the chair. Feel your legs and feet grow heavier and sink into the floor."

Dr. Swanson continued this exercise for several minutes, slowly counted backwards from ten, and snapped his fingers. It was the last thing Peter remembered of the session.

*** 

Peter strolled through the front door that evening just as dinner was being set on the table. Joanna was taking plates from the cabinet when he stopped her, turned her around, and kissed her. He let his lips linger longer than usual. He took the plates from her hands and placed them around the table as the girls entered the room.

"I was given quite an opportunity at work today," he bragged. He told Joanna about the presentation, and the potential impact it would have on his organization. He explained that the people attending that meeting were responsible for the funding for the following fiscal year. There were literally hundreds of thousands of dollars riding on that one presentation.

Joanna's eyes widened, and she seemed to weigh her words carefully. "And you're the one who will be giving this presentation?"

Peter nodded, and took another bite of his meal.

"Are you...okay with that?" she asked, apprehensively.

"Sure," he said, "why wouldn't I be? It's a huge opportunity!"

He decided not to tell her about his visit to Dr. Swanson. There was no need for her to know. After dinner, he retired to their bedroom to change his clothes, leaving the girls to clear the table. He left the sink filled with dirty dishes, and when he returned downstairs, he noticed Joanna was standing at the sink cleaning them.

"You know I hate having a sink full of dishes after dinner," she said, glaring at Peter over her shoulder. He simply hugged her from behind and kissed her on the back of her neck, and then strolled into the living room. Joanna turned to watch him, an expression of disbelief on her face.

Peter tucked the girls in that night, as was their ritual, and returned to the couch to find Joanna sprawled at one end. He picked up her feet and placed them on his lap. He then took the remote control and changed the channel.

"Oh, were you watching that?" he asked.

"No," she responded. "It's fine."

They continued to watch television while discussing their daily events. The entire time, her feet rested on his lap, untouched except for the occasional affectionate petting. At eleven o'clock, he turned off the television and went upstairs to the bedroom. By the time Joanna arrived, he was already in bed. She dressed in her usual sweatpants and tee shirt and crawled under the covers, turning her back to him.

Peter took her by the shoulder, turned her toward him, took her face in his hand, and kissed her. She protested at first, but soon melted in his embrace. He then turned her away from him and pulled her sweatpants and panties down.

"What are you doing?" she said. "I'm tired."

"I'm going to fuck you," he said, "and then you can sleep."

"What?" she said, breathing heavily. "Peter, what..."

"Shh..." he whispered. "Don't worry; I only need a few minutes." He spread her thighs a bit and rubbed his hard cock against her pussy from behind. When his cock head was good and wet, he inserted himself inside her. She gasped and moaned. He held her ass firmly, and pounded into her, hard and fast.

Normally, he would wait for her to cum first, but not this time. Within minutes, as promised, he emitted a low moan and filled her with three weeks of pent-up sexual frustration. He gave her a sweet kiss on the back of her neck, rolled over onto his side of the bed, and began snoring.

*** 

By the time the sun rose on Friday morning, Peter had forgotten all about calling Dr. Swanson's office about his medication. He felt nothing except cool confidence when he entered the conference room and faced a room filled with at least twenty people, including several top-ranking executives. He delivered his presentation with ease and competence. He answered every question tossed his way, and closed his presentation to a polite smattering of applause.

He was so impressive, in fact, that a week later he was summoned to the office of Milton Waddams, who served as Vice President of Finance. Milton informed him that a new organization was being formed, which would be dedicated to advanced analytics. Peter was offered the position of this new group - a position that came with his own office and a significant pay raise. Naturally, Peter accepted.




Turning The Tables



It all started normally enough, with an impulse buy. A branch of a store specializing in lingerie and "fun-wear" had opened in the local shopping mall. I noticed, popped in and came away with a sexy little French maid's outfit. Jacqui, my wife, was initially a little reluctant to try it out, claiming she would look stupid. Some reassurance and some wine later there she was in her highest heels, sheerest lace-top stockings and the maid's outfit. The little lack dress barely reached her stocking tops and when she bent over I was treated to a delightful view of her black silk panties, stretched tight across her pert bum. It was, shall we say, an uplifting experience! I could hardly keep my hands off her, stroking and caressing, squeezing and fondling. Before long it was time for the maid to check out the bedroom! Removing only her panties I slid inside her as she bent forward over the bed, turning her head slightly to watch in the full length mirrors on the wardrobe. She watched moaning with pleasure as I thrust deep inside her. In our highly aroused state it wasn't long before we both climaxed and the relaxed on the bed.

The maid's uniform became an occasional but welcome addition to our sex life. Then Jacqui decided to turn the table on me. She suggested that, as in the past I had enjoyed love-making while wearing her silk panties and her stockings, I might like to experience the full pleasure of the maid's outfit. Now the thought hadn't occurred to me before, but the idea wasn't unappealing. We were about the same height and build, so it shouldn't spoil the dress for her later use, I thought. So, trying not to sound too eager, I agreed and allowed myself to be led to the bedroom. 

There I got a surprise.

Along with the dress, Jacqui had laid some other items out on the bed. A little lost for words I listened as she explained she wanted me to do it properly, wig, make-up, false boobs, high heels, the whole cross-dressing deal in fact! As I looked at the shoulder-length blonde wig, the boobs and the suitably sized black high heels, the unexplained items on our most recent credit card bill became abundantly clear. She admitted that she had been planning it for some time.

Jacqui took control. She got me to wash and shave. Just my face, I hasten to add. Then she sat me down and applied make-up to my face. It was quite relaxing to sit there and be the canvas for her artistic talents. Next she helped me put on the bra and falsies, before letting me put on the matching black suspender belt and panties. As I slid the black stockings over my legs the effect was quite arousing. Next I stepped into the dress and turned to allow Jacqui to do up the zipper. Finally she gave the high heels, commenting that as I always liked her to wear similar shoes, it would be a nice experience for me. Tottering on the heels as she led me over to the mirror, I was tempted to disagree!

I was shocked by my reflection. Damn I looked good! Too good for my liking. I was expecting to look like a bloke in a short dress, but I could have been my own sister, if I had a sister. I looked so feminine! Then Jacqui told me that for the rest of the evening I was to be her maid, fetching and carrying, tidying and most of all being obedient – just like I made her behave.

For the next hour I became Pippa the maid. Why Pippa? Well, my name is Philip and as a boy my nickname was Pip, so Pippa was a simple feminisation of that. As Pippa I tottered around the house obeying Jacqui. Tidy this, dust that, fix me a drink, that sort of thing. I became quite comfortable in the outfit, enjoying the feel of the stockings, getting used to my new enhanced figure. I particularly enjoyed the casual stroking that Jacqui would give my silk panty clad bottom. It came as a bit of a shock how much I was enjoying my submissive role, to be honest, but enjoy it I did.

Then came my second surprise. The doorbell rang. For a second I feared that Jacqui might make her maid answer the door, but she told me to hide in the bedroom till the coast was clear. A couple of minutes later she called me out. The stood next to Jacqui was her best friend Hillary! With a smirk she said "Hello Pippa". I was very embarrassed and blushed deeply. Jacqui just said "Last summer. Adam. Remember?"

Ah, yes. That night I had phoned Jacqui from the pub and told her I was on my way home and to be wearing the maid's outfit. The night I had brought my drinking buddy Adam home and invited him in. The night Jacqui told me later she had nearly died of shame when he saw her in the maid's outfit. I probably deserved this I told myself and decided to carry on in the maid's role. Once again the tables had been turned on me. Calmly and in my best maid's voice I offered Hillary a drink.

The next hour was a lot more demanding. Hillary was constantly seeking attention and she was very critical of any lapses on my part. She corrected my stance, my walk, my voice. The slightest lapse was punished with a slap across my exposed thighs or bottom. Sometimes the slaps were so hard they left a red mark on the gap of white flesh between my stocking tops and my panties. I had to bite my lip not to cry out. However I had to make an admission. It was very arousing and my cock was throbbing inside the tight silk panties.

Hillary was quick to notice this. Soon her slaps were alternating with strokes. Her hands seemed to be all over the silk panties, stroking my hardening cock through them silk or caressing my bottom. I began to wonder if I could hold out much longer before shooting my load in the panties. The girls realised this too and took decisive action.

Jacqui moved over and sat on the kitchen counter. She slid up her skirt and slid down her own panties to reveal her glistening pussy lips. I was ordered to stand in front of her. Hillary pulled down my panties and my fully erect cock sprang free from the restrictions. In the high heels I was just the right height to enter Jacqui. We began made love with me still (almost) fully dressed as Pippa. It was fantastic.

Then Hillary got in on the act. Standing behind me I felt her begin to fondle my bottom. Gradually she eased my cheeks apart and teased my bum-hole with a finger. The sensation was indescribable. She pulled it away after a few moments and I was sad. Then it returned, covered in something cold and gel-like. She slid it right in with out any warning. As she began to wiggle it around and in and out, it wasn't long before I came. Not surprisingly Jacqui didn't come at the same time as me. Pippa had one more duty to perform. I knelt before her and began to lick at her pussy. Her cum-filled pussy. Soon my made-up face was smeared with an intoxicating mix of pussy juice and cum. Finally she moaned and came, pulling my face hard against her.

I collapsed on the floor.

Hillary left with the parting words "See you soon Pippa." 



Turning the Tables



Copyright 2001 Del Edwards

There had been good-natured teasing and escalation of tension between them as the relationship ripened.  He had asked her what percentage of her sexual satisfaction was ‘solo’ and she replied ‘about a third.’  Another time he had commented to her that she was the best fantasy lover he had ever had.  She grinned and responded, “Well, in mine your not just good, you’re damn good!”

They met for coffee or lunch every now and then.  Sometimes he would bring her a little something that suggested sensuality or sexuality between them even though they had never even kissed during the seven years of the relationship.

For her birthday he brought a slim satin ribbon with tiny loops along both edges very much like the straps of her bra that he had seen peeking out from under her blouse more than once.  He wrapped it twice around her wrist and tied it in a shoestring bow.  In his hand he help a spool of lavender organdy ribbon nine feet long.  "This is to wrap around both our thighs as we lay leg to leg, head to foot so we can't reach each other but are bound together as we pleasure ourselves."

"I appreciate the paradox," she breathed at him.

One Valentine's Day he had given her a sleep mask, a blindfold really and a handwritten card that read:

Wear this artificial night
While in solo flight
Enroute to ecstasy

Lack of sight
Fuels each fantasy
Making it burn bright

Here's hoping you'll
Take me under there
with you…often."

 Only a few days later he asked her if she had tried it out and she responded, "Ohoooo, yes!" He imagined her in a private place, home alone, sitting spread-legged on the bed with the sleep mask over her eyes. A small cry issued from her as she found the center of her pleasure. Then she slowly moved her being higher and higher with each stroke of her spread fingers. Her breath came faster and faster and turned to gasps and then a single long plaintive moan as she came.

Another time he handed her a lavender rose and said he wanted to make a special request to go with it. "What's that," she asked innocently.

"When a dozen or so petals have fallen from the rose and you are home alone, spread them on your bed. Pour two sips of wine in a stem glass and put it on the nightstand. Then dress in just thigh highs and heels. Pluck four more petals from the wilting rose and tuck each one partially into your own love rose. Stand in front of the mirror and admire yourself and know that I do too, that in spirit at least, I am there with you. Put on a robe and move close to the bed. Take a sip of wine and imagine that I am standing behind you. I reach around, untie the sash and slowly remove your robe. Remember how you told me you had fantasized about me undressing you?"

"Yes," she said in a quivering voice.

"Then imagine me sitting on the bed with my back against the headboard, my legs spread wide. You come onto the bed, sit between my legs facing away from me and lie back against my chest. My hand slips down your belly and finds your love bud. I stroke it and it swells, yearning for more. I feel your hips undulate and there is more pressure against my chest as you become more excited. Your legs are taught and you begin to groan. Your hands go to the bed and you are pushing yourself into the pleasure. You gaze at my hand, the relentless fingers driving you higher and higher until a gasping moan announces your first orgasm. Minutes later I pluck one of the petals from your lower lips and drop it in the wine glass."

"My God!" she groaned at him across the table where the rose lay, flanked by their coffee cups.

"Then we move to the foot of the bed," he continued. "You lie back with just your lower legs dangling over the edge. I push your legs apart as I kneel on the floor and very so gently kiss and tongue your flowered lips, not wanting to disturb the petals just yet. I move my lips to your pleasure bud and suck it into my mouth. Gripping it just with my lips, I flick my tongue across it until you moan and pull away gasping, "Aggghh! No more. Can't stand it." When your breathing eases I pick a petal from you with my lips and add it to the wineglass.

She appeared stunned sitting in the coffee place with him. Her mouth started to move twice but no sound came out.

He pointed his right index finger to the sky just in front of his face, his eyes locked on hers. "Then I ask you to masturbate for me. You know how to do that. You do, inhaling your shriek. And another petal goes into the glass."

Finally I lie back on the bed inviting you to impale yourself on my hard rod. You do and begin the delicious bucking that will cause your fourth climax. Your hand goes to your slit and plucks out the last petal. You place it on my lips. Pumping frantically you go over the top screaming, 'Aaaaaah!" and land your lips on mine for our first kiss as my juice spurts into you.

"Will you do that for me before you dispose of the rose?" he asked.

"Such a sensuous devil! You've made me wet just listening to you. I hope my dress isn't wet when I get up."

"I hope it is and all the guys can smell it and envy the hell out of me because I am with the most beautiful woman in the world and she's wet for me," he said grinning.

She shook her head, her lips pursed attempting to deny the intensity of the moment. Then her shoulders sagged and she bent forward toward him, her lips quivering, wanting to say the words she had formed in her mind. He sat transfixed knowing that he loved every millimeter of her---bone, skin, blood, muscle and whatever else was her.

On this day he said to her, "You ready for a little dog collar dee ess?"

She cocked her head and smiled slightly. "I don't know. The stuff you come up with is incredible. I'm almost afraid. What is dog collar dee ess?"

"Well, a dog collar is used to signify the dee ess. That's a small s and it stands for submissive. The other person is the capital D and that stands for dominator. It's carrying on the same kind of thing we did with the ribbons on your birthday. I didn't explain it then but when you let me tie the ribbon around your wrist you became the ess and were literally and figuratively 'bound' to do as I directed. You have wrapped the lavender ribbon around your thigh before you masturbated while fantasizing about me, haven't you?" he concluded.

"Well, I…aaaaah…sort of," she replied.

"Sort of like…? he asked.

She pursed her lips and let out a long sigh. "Okay, I tied my ankles together and bent my knees as far as I could which opened my thighs."

"And…?" he asked anxiously

"You had also tied my hands behind my back and were raping me with your tongue," she added almost furiously.

"That's very vivid and creative. I like it," he grinned at her.

"Well, you asked," she replied almost defensively.

"So I did. The dee ess can be reciprocal if you like," he said, steering the conversation where he wanted it to go.

"Explain that," she said flatly with an edge of suspicion in her tone.

"Sure. I put the dog collar around your wrist and you are bound to do exactly as I say. When you do, I unbuckle it and hand it to you. You put it around my wrist and then I am bound to do whatever you say," he replied.

"I see," she said, her eyes narrowing and a small smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. "Whatever I say, huh?"

"Yep, as long as it's doable," he commented.

"Who goes first?" she queried.

"Well, I know exactly what I want of you so why don't you go first. It'll give you time to think about what you will direct me to do," he suggested.

"I already know too," she countered.

"Really?" he smiled.

She returned his smile and slowly extended her hand toward him. He had brought a slim leather dog collar sixteen inches in length…slid it down the left leg of his pants just before he walked out his door to meet her. He drew it out, doubled it around her wrist and buckled it snug. "I think it would be a real kick to sit here in public talking to you knowing your hips were bare under your dress. Go to the ladies room, take off your panties, press them into a wad in the palm of your hand, come back here to me and drop them in your purse," he directed

"If I do that my dildo will come out," she said evenly as she locked her eyes on his. She savored the look that covered his face. This time it was his mouth that moved but no sound came out. Finally she filled the awkward silence by saying, "You're not the only kinky, sensuous person at this table."

"Ahhhh…I guess not. How long….did you…hum," he stuttered.

"You seem to be having some trouble forming complete questions," she laughed. "How does it feel? Jeez, how many times have you done that to me? I love it!"

His mouth was open and his hands were in front of him palms up in a gesture of question and exasperation. She leaned toward him, her fingers interlaced beside her face, elbows on the table. "Every time, since the very beginning when we met for coffee or lunch. Are you shocked?" she grinned. "What is your wish, sir. No panties and no dildo or panties to hold the dildo in place?" She tossed her head and caused her hair to spring in the soft light of the umbrella-shaded table where they sat.

"Damn!" was all he said. She held her dog-collared wrist out to him. He unbuckled it and handed it to her.

"Remember that day when we parted after lunch and you said you would go home and masturbate while you fantasized of me!" she almost whispered at him. 

"Yes," he admitted.

"And I had appointments all afternoon and you had nothing but pleasure ahead of you," she accused.

"Yes," he again said.

"Well, today it's going to be different," she said firmly. She buckled the collar snuggly around his wrist. Then she sat silent for more than a minute, shifting her position in her chair a couple of times. It made him acutely aware that she was finding at least mild pleasure sliding around inside her wraparound dress. Her lips pruned as she tried to hold back a smile. "Go to the men's room and wrap the collar around your sack. Pull it down tight. Then come to me and I will tell you what to do." He did as she said and had the beginnings of an erection as he gingerly sat in the chair across the table from her.

"How's that for paradox? I am sitting here full of what I want to be you and you're constrained and constricted," she said arching her eyebrows and smiling. "Since you're wearing the collar I am in control here, right?" she continued.

"I suppose," he replied.

"Good, I'll follow you to your place. I want to watch you masturbate," she said brightly.

"You're kidding!" he said.

"You were going to do it again anyway, right? I've fantasized us doing that together many times. I figure this is my chance since I have the 'upper hand' so to speak," she grinned, enjoying her own pun.

"Then you're going to too," he asked with a wry smile.

"All I have to do is pull up my dress and slip my fingers inside my panties. I'm ready. Are you?'

"Aaaah, waaah, yes, I guess," he sputtered.

She was really into playing the dominant by the time they arrived at his home. "Go into the bedroom, take off all your clothes but leave the strap on. When I hear you moan I will join you. Meanwhile I'll be pleasuring myself right here," she said as she sat demurely on the love seat pulling the hem of her dress up to mid thigh. She trashed the mood momentarily when she spread her legs wide, lay back in the love seat and plopped her hand between her thighs, exposing just a bit of the double-dark elastic tops of her stockings.

"What ever you wish, my love," he replied.

He heard her screech twice before he was able to build a full erection. It both helped and inhibited him to know she was nearby pleasuring herself while waiting for him to summon her with a groan expressing his own pleasure.

When he did she joined him quickly. She was carrying two pairs of handcuffs. She tossed them on the bed, gazed admiringly at his stiff, shiny cock and breathed, "Oooooh yesss," as she settled onto the foot of the bed. Holding her dress up with her left hand she began stroking herself with her right. Staring at his hand moving slowly up and down his shaft, in a matter of seconds she announced her orgasm with "Eeeeew, Aaaaaah!"

"Don't come. Don't come!" she implored as she pulled up the hem of her dress and knee walked onto the bed until her left knee touched his hip. He was in perfect control of his heavy, swollen member---his cock was fully defined and waiting to be received. She clamped one set of cuffs to each of his wrists and then clicked the matching cuff to each of her wrists. They were bound right hand to left hand and left to right. Lightly she drew her nails across the taught skin of his scrotum nearly causing him to come. "God I want that in me," she moaned.

"Told ja before uuuuh, come to me unmarried and willing to be my wife," he groaned at her, nearly choking on his words.

"I can't. I can't," she wailed.

"Nooo, you won't!" he countered. "You have the power of choice," he hissed at her.

She yanked at the belt tie that held her dress closed. Drawing his left hand under her dress and into her wet lips she gurgled as she stripped the wrap-around dress off her body. She was not wearing a bra; her small, firm, perky breasts needed no support. Pushing his steel-bound left arm between her legs she forced his fingers to begin penetrating her wet lips. “Finger fuck meee.” she hissed. “Harder, more, touch my womb,” she gasped. Again she was gloriously orgasmic as she stroked her clit and he pushed his fingers to the firm flesh of her womb.

Then the vixen dressed only in stockings pushed his thighs apart and knelt between them. She grasp his wrists and rocked forward pushing them to the bed outside his hips. "Let me do this," she hissed, her eyes burning into his. Dropping her head she took his burgeoning cock in her mouth and moved her lips up and down him until he screamed. After he was still for a few seconds she tongued the underside of his still hard penis head and caused him to gasp and eject the last of his juice in a second orgasm.

She kept him in her mouth until he was half faded and then rocked back onto her heels. Smiling, she flapped her arms causing the steel cuff chains to sing and said, "Not bad for a middle-aged married lady, huh?"

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Turning the Tables



James Wiltshire was the type of professor who was notorious not for his academic prowess or scholarly reputation, but for his looks and background. He was a new appointee to the University of Miskatonic in the fall to the history department. The women on campus gave him more attention than what he was comfortable with. He supposed it was his English accent that endeared him so to the female population. Most of the women found him adorably shy, and some of the bolder ones considered him the ultimate conquest. The men could respect him for his intelligence, even as their girlfriends swooned over him.

Ashley Vaughn was one of the more nubile coeds at Miskatonic. Her academic and personal reputations preceded her everywhere she went. She was the youngest student in the Masters program at Miskatonic, and undeniably the brightest. She was withdrawn and focused, preferring to study in the library to taking part of drinking or partying. 

The one thing the two had in common was having reputations that were far from the truth. 

James had noticed her papers were always impeccable. She was always on time, always taking notes, and never said a word. Her papers intrigued him in a way he thought was probably not quite appropriate. He had caught himself wishing she'd come to his office hours on several occasions. Not to be seduced - though he certainly wouldn't mind that - but he did respect her mind. He imagined having long talks with her about her interests in history over cups of Earl Grey.

And maybe bending her over his desk and banging her senseless. He was, after all, a man.

His fantasies - both of tea and sex - went unanswered for most of the semester. It wasn't until a month before the semester was over that a tapping interrupted him at his door. He was irritated until he saw her standing in his doorway, dressed more like a professor than a student. She wore a fitted jacket and skirt that accented her curves. His mouth went dry for a moment, and he praised God that some women didn't buy into the stick mentality. She was fit, and had curves. He hoped some lucky man got to appreciate them.

"Miss Vaughn. What can I do for you?"

She smiled disarmingly and walked into his office. It was not lost on him that she walked slowly and purposefully. Her smoky violet eyes, which he had previously thought to be gray-blue, held his eyes intently as she closed the door behind him. He swallowed hard. It wasn't against the rules to be behind closed doors with a student, though it was generally discouraged at the risk of making the student feel uncomfortable. 

"May I sit down?"

"Oh! Of course. How rude of me. Please, sit."

She smiled slowly in such a way that sent chills down his spine. He was somehow getting the impression that every action she made was planned. Carefully thought out to play on fantasies of his that she had somehow found out about. She sat down gracefully, then began casually rifling through her shoulder bag that she had with her.

"Ah ... would you care for some tea?"

He almost blushed when he said it. Without looking up, she murmured "please" and continued looking for whatever it was that she needed. He noticed that she crossed her legs, and he sorely wished there wasn't a desk between them obstructing his view. He began heating up the water for the tea in a coffee maker and retrieved two random mugs from his desk. At long last she pulled a thick pack of paper from her bag and set it on his desk. Her smile widened, as though she had some secret. James glanced at the paper, and then took a second look with confusion.

"My thesis, Miss Vaughn?"

She smiled, nodded, and leaned back. Her next words put out the heat in his loins without any kindness.

"I've highlighted the parts you've plagiarized. Other than that, it was very original."

He froze. He could deny it. Demand she leave his office. She was staring at him like he was a monkey and she expected him to do tricks. He had thought those eyes of hers to be soft and demure. He now found them cold and callous. Damn American Bitch, he thought.

"What makes you think I've -"

"Don't insult my intelligence."

She interrupted him. She fixed him with a cold smile until she saw the slight sag in his shoulders. She had already won. She liked playing this game, and she hadn't even gotten to the best part. She rose from her chair, reaching up to her hair as and freeing her hair from the loose bun she had it in. She walked around his desk slowly, propping herself on the edge of it in front of him.

"Ask me what I want to keep quiet about this, Dr. Wiltshire."

She had just squelched the heat in his body, and without a thought ignited it once more. His eyes roamed over her legs in a luxurious moment before he swallowed and asked a bit hoarsely.

"What do you want to keep quiet about this, Miss Vaughn?"

Her smile widened. He saw that she liked him playing to her whims, playing this game of hers. He resented this position of power she had over him, yet at the same time it felt strangely erotic.

"To start with, the tea you offered me."

Her eyes flickered to the coffee maker. It had just finished filtering the last bit of heated water. He took two mugs and put a teabag each in them, then filled them with steaming hot water. She swirled her teabag absently as she let it steep.

"Can you guess what color panties I'm wearing, Dr. Wiltshire?"

He coughed suddenly and blushed. Guess? No, he couldn't guess. But he sure as hell could fantasize - and he did. He had thought of her sitting in the front row of his class, prim and proper to the last, with black crotch less panties on underneath a modest skirt. He imagined skimming his fingers along her smooth thighs to find a dripping wet sex and a very willing student.

"That's hardly an appropriate question, Miss Vaughn!"

"And it's hardly appropriate to plagiarize your doctorate thesis, Dr. Wiltshire."

She pushed her cup of tea aside and grabbed his hand. His mind told him to resist. His body decided to see where she was going with this. Still propped up on his desk, she raised her right leg and set a heeled foot on his leg. She brought his hand along the skin of her thighs, which was exactly as he had envisioned it. She led it up to the hot nether regions of her body, letting his fingers feel thin lace covering an inviting spot on her body.

"Can you guess now, Dr. Wiltshire?"

"Black?"

He offered weakly. She shook her head and tsked softly. 

"No imagination whatsoever. I'm glad your office has carpeting. Get on your back - on the floor."

He opened his mouth to protest. To his surprise, she slapped him lightly across the face. Her intent was clear. She eyed him dangerously, and tapped her fingers on his thesis. For a moment he glared at her. He certainly wouldn't mind boning her, but he should be the one to be in charge. This was hardly fair. He obliged her demand and moved from his desk to the floor on his back. She smiled, and stood above him, her feet slightly more than shoulder width apart. From here he had a nice view of her panties. Her burgundy colored lace panties.

"Burgundy. Miss Vaughn."

She smiled and nodded approvingly. Silently she hiked up her skirt and then straddled him. It was in direct contrast to how she normally was - elegant and quiet. 

"Here's our deal, Dr. Wiltshire. You're to do everything I say, without argument, and I'll stay mum on your little indiscretion of your thesis, here. Say no, I walk out now and report you to the Dean of Humanities. Your choice."

He shot her a sour look. Even though he had fantasized about taking her body and had desired her sex, he hated being blackmailed like this.

"I don't really have a choice, do I? I'll do as you say."

She moved quickly, surprising him quite a bit. In a second she was on his face, grinding herself over him. She moved her panties to the side and her full wetness hit him like a waterfall. He inhaled her scent, hating that he found it so enticing.

"Lick. Don't stop till I tell you."

He closed his eyes. He was a man; he didn't have to take this. He reached up in anger and grabbed her wrists hard enough to bruise. To his dismay she only grinned with a wild look in her eyes. 

"Please. Even if you turned the tables and raped me, I'd still have your thesis and proof of your plagiarism."

He gritted his teeth and let out a low guttural growl at her. Not letting go of her wrists, he pulled her down and thrust his tongue on her. It was a savage tonguing. He juices flowed, and he lapped at her greedily. He sucked on her clit, savoring every moan and gasp of pleasure that came from her mouth. She grinded herself over him and he shoved his tongue in deeper, probing her depths. Suddenly she pulled back, her breath ragged though she had yet to come. She wrenched a hand from him and grabbed his chin for him to look at her.

"Tell me what you're doing. Tell me now."

He could respond with sweet poetry to make her swoon, but it wasn't what either of them wanted. Most importantly, he had to admit begrudgingly to himself, it wasn't what she wanted.

"I'm licking your pussy. Thrusting my tongue deep into your hot sex."

She moaned and tilted her head back and grinded on his face harder. Her hands feverishly worked to unbutton her jacket, revealing a bra that matched her panties underneath. She tossed the jacket aside then took herself from his mouth. He whimpered softly. She had tasted so hot and erotic.

"Take your pants off."

She was breathing heavy. Her breasts heaved with each inhalation. He stared at the soft mounds of flesh as his fingers fumbled with the button and zipper of his pants. He wriggled out of them eagerly like a high school boy getting ready for his first time. She noticed his dark honey-brown eyes fixated on her breasts.

"Do you like them?"

"Your tits are gorgeous."

She unclasped the back of her bra and tossed it aside. Cupping her breasts, she lifted them up and shot her tongue out on her own nipple. He groaned as his penis throbbed painfully with longing. She leaned forward, shoving her right nipple into his mouth. He nibbled, sucked and bit greedily on the flesh, almost wanting to hurt her. For her part she reached down his boxers and stroked his hard shaft roughly. Her lips were near his ear, whispering words of eroticism.

"You like this, don't you? You loved eating my wet pussy, and you love sucking on my tits. You're just waiting to fuck me, aren't you? You're my fuck toy. Don't forget that. My fuck toy. I'm going to shove your dick into my sopping wet pussy and ride you for all you're worth. I'm going to come all over your cock and make you beg to fill me with your cum. Beg me to ride you. Beg me, fuck toy."

He didn't want to tear himself from her succulent nipple, but he wanted to bury his hard cock in her soaking cunt. He tore himself from her wet nipple, staring at her flushed face.

"Ride me, Miss Vaughn. Mount me with your wet cunt. I want to see your titties bounce as you bounce up and down on my fuck stick. I want to cover you with my cum. I want your cum soaking my cock."

She didn't bother taking off her panties. She shoved his boxers down just enough to reveal his throbbing nine-inch penis.

"Can you take all of that, Miss Vaughn?"

In response she shoved herself onto his dick, impaling herself and shooting pleasure through both of their bodies.

"Stop talking, fuck toy. And don't you dare cum without my permission."

He groaned as she grinded her pussy on his dick. Her hips went up and down, coating his rod with the juices of her wanton desire. It wasn't how he imagined taking her, but god it was good. She looked gorgeous, mounted above him, his cock ramming her cunt and her tits bouncing with every thrust. Her hair was dark and wild and her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat that comes with good sex. No, he corrected himself. Good fucking. And it was - it was great fucking. He penetrated to her core.

"Now you can talk, fuck toy. Tell me how it feels, how you love it."

God, she was a kinky bitch. Thinking of how she'd be sitting in the front row of his class the next day, taking notes as quiet as usual just made him throb even more intensely.

"My cock feels so good inside your tight, wet cunt. I can feel your juices sliding out of your little fuck hole and running down around my balls. God, I could do this all night. I can feel the inside of your sweet pussy clenching around my hard dick. I want to feel you squirm around when I take your nectar out. I want to feel you deeper. I want to make you scream. I can feel you swirling your hips around me, making my dick stretch out your wanton little insides. You dirty, naughty little slut. You're a cockwhore, aren't you?'

His words were cut off sharply with a slap and an angry look as she pounded harder on top of him. She leaned down, kissing him viciously and biting his lip hard enough to cause a bit of bleeding.

"Bad fuck toy. You're the slut. You're the cuntwhore. You're the one who will do anything I say to feel my pussy around your little fuck stick. Beg me not to stop, fuck toy, and make it good."

She slowed her pace, and he was genuinely afraid she would stop, take that dripping wet pussy of hers and leave. She dipped her fingers down to her sticky clit and rubbed hard.

"Don't stop, please, for the love of God don't stop. I am a cuntwhore, I need to feel your cunt around my dick. I'm your fuck toy, please, please use me. Your cunt feels so fucking good around my dick."

She was breathing even more ragged now, and he could tell by her jittery, spasming movements that she was there at the edge. He felt her explode around his dick, and it was too much for him to bear. His hands grabbed her hips viciously as he plunged into her deeper than ever. Her cries came out to him.

"Oh god yes! Fuck me!"

He shoved into her deeper, obeying her command. His own seed exploded from his dick, coating the inside of her raw pussy with his cum. He groaned and shuddered, his actions no longer his own.

"Fuck! Fuck!"

It was all he could manage. She collapsed against him, spent and exhausted. His cum leaked out slowly from her used hole. After a few minutes of lying there, she moved. He forced himself not to keep her there. Her warmth was so good against his skin. He just then realized he had fucked with his shirt and tie still on. She rose and took off her panties, which he found out that she did after the fact. And then he realized her intent as she sat back down and pushed her used pussy to his mouth. She grabbed his tie and yanked till his mouth was against her hole.

"I told you not to cum without permission, fuck toy. Now clean me. Lick your cum from my pussy hole, you cuntwhore." 

He tried to struggle from the act, but her thighs held his face against her cunt. He could smell himself on her cunt; his cum had leaked from her hole onto his lips.

"Lick me clean, or I show off your handy thesis."

She hissed out. He hesitated a moment longer, then started lapping gently. It wasn't long before she was moaning, grinding, and rubbing. He licked and sucked their juices from her pussy, and soon enough tasted new ones run from her cunt. She was sensitive, and within minutes she had flooded his mouth with a new wave of sticky sweet cum.

"Fuck. Lick that up too, fuck toy. Clean me good."

It was another five minutes before she had moved from his face. Another five minutes of his tongue delving into her used sex, swirling around her clit, and lapping up her cum. Once she rose she dressed without looking at him. After her hair was bound in the loose bun, she grabbed her bag.

"I'll see you in class tomorrow, Dr. Wiltshire."



Turning the Tables



After our last encounter left me exhausted and totally spent, I vowed to be better prepared for the next time we met. I found that I couldn't get out of my head the images of him moving me, holding me, using me, fucking me every way imaginable. I started doing my strip aerobics tape more often, and bought a sensual belly dancing dvd to get my body more limber and ready. 

Not quite a week passed before my cell phone rang. "I need you. Now." I had to laugh. 

"Never one to beat around the bush are you?" 

"Same place, room 214, how long will it take you to get here?" 

I checked my watch, and the document in front of me on my computer. "I really need to finish this and get it out today, give me 5 minutes to do that, then it'll take me 15 to get there." 

"See you soon then," and he disconnected.

I hurried through the rest of the proposal I was working on, printed it and dropped it by my secretary to fax and put in the mail and ran out the door yelling I had an appointment I had to get to. She called me not a minute later and told me I had forgotten to sign it. I laughed, "Sorry, I guess my mind was elsewhere, just sign my name for me, ok?"

Traffic slowed me a little more than my promised 15 minutes, but not too much. I walked up to the door marked 214, and had barely knocked when it swung open. He grabbed me and pulled me into the room, crushing me to him as he kissed me until I was dizzy. He tried to pull my clothes off as quickly as possible, but I slowed him down. Pushed him away. Pushed him to the bed, and told him to sit down. He did, but he reached for me, I stepped out of his reach. He had already begun undressing and was left in only his dress pants. His shirt was draped oh-so-neatly across the back of a chair across the room – wouldn't do to have them wrinkled. I told him to take off his pants. 

He smirked at me and said, "take them off yourself." 

I leaned in closer and barely touched my lips to his bare stomach, traced my tongue through the hair that grew there, straightened up and said, "I said, take off your pants." 

I think my in-control attitude threw him, he was used to being the one in control, of everything in his life, all the time. He wasn't going to get it today. He stared me down for a minute, then pulled his pants down to his ankles. I picked them up off the floor and laid them across the chair with his shirt. He was now completely naked. "Forget your boxers today?" I asked. 

"No, knew I'd be calling you so I left them at home." 

"Hmmmm, just for ME?" I purred. He again made a grab for my waist, but I pivoted and backed further away. 

"Tsk tsk you naughty boy you. No touching yet" He groaned in exasperation. I don't think anyone had ever told him no before. I slowly unbuttoned my white men's style shirt, taking as much time on each button as possible. When I finished, I pulled it apart to reveal my latest lingerie purchase, a very lacy, very transparent bra. I looked down and could see very clearly that my nipples were quite visible through the thin material having already hardened to small points. I ran my hands over my smallish chest, teasing my nipples with slow circles. 

I glanced over to the bed, and noticed that he had his now very stiff erection in his hand. "No getting started without me – hands off mister" I chided. He groaned again, but released his hold. I slipped the shirt off my shoulders, and stepped away from it, one step closer to the bed. I reached behind me, and slowly slid the zipper down the back of my skirt. I held onto the skirt on each side of my hip, and inched it down my hips. As it slowly cleared my shaved pussy, it was his turn to laugh. 

"You didn't know you were going to see me today, just feeling free today?" 

"Nah, just kicked them off in the car on the way here."

Once my skirt had cleared my hips, I let go, and let it drop to the floor. I stepped out of the circle on the floor and took one more step closer to the bed. Left in nothing now except my lacy bra and my heels. I reached up to the front clasp and opened the bra and let it drag across my nipples as it fell back. I let it drop to the floor behind me. I stood there, letting my hands wander across my body, lingering to caress, to arouse, to stimulate as the urge struck me. Once again, he sat up and reached for me. This time, I let him grab me, but when he went to cover me with his body, I placed one of my stilettos on his thigh and shook my head no. I pushed him back onto the bed and let my hands wander his body like I had let them wander my own just a few minutes before. I touched him everywhere except his dick, standing at proud attention, begging to be touched. Finally, I leaned down, and with only my tongue, I slowly traced around the head, then down the shaft, and around and around until I was back up to the top. He tried to thrust upwards and put himself in my mouth, but I dodged again, and began my slow tease back down the shaft and then back up again. 

I crawled up his body, bending to run my tongue very softly across his nipples. I reached up and held his arms down. Not that he couldn't have very easily taken control by brute force, after all, he was far stronger than I was, but he let me take the lead, at least for now.

I wrapped my hand around his dick and slowly and gently scraped my nails up and down the shaft. Then, without warning, I sat with all my weight pushing down and impaled myself on him. I wiggled until I had him completely inside of me. He came up off the bed. He expected to be teased for much longer. He made a move to grab my hips, but I gently pushed them back down to the bed. I started riding him, so very slowly, enjoying the control, the sensations, the pleasure I was giving myself with his body. I ran my hands up my side until I cupped my breasts in my hands, and I squeezed and rubbed my nipples over and over. I'd pull on them, and gasp at the feelings. I let my right hand drift down and leaned back enough to let my nimble little fingers begin teasing my clit. All the while I continued the slow rocking motion, raising myself every so slightly off of him, and then lowering myself back down. 

I glanced his direction, and saw a pretty satisfied smile on his face. He was enjoying this as much as I was. I winked at him, then threw my head back as I felt the stirrings of my orgasm start to overtake me. My fingers quickened their pace, and my hips began rocking subtly faster. Soon, I could do nothing but grind myself down on him as I felt the spasms surge through my body. Those great little PC muscles grabbed him and wouldn't let go. 

I sat for only a second recovering before he growled deep in his throat, as he finally forced control back into his hands. "You had your fun little girl, now it's my turn" he said as he flipped us both over so that he was pushing my smaller body into the bed with his weight. He held my hands up above my head with one hand, and placed the other under my back as he lifted so that my back was arched underneath him. He began almost savagely fucking me. Like all the torture I'd put him through couldn't stay bottled up any longer. "Cum for me baby, come NOW" and he knew I could do nothing but comply. I screamed my release as I bucked underneath him. He never let up his pace, continuing to pump into me with all his might. One orgasm melted into two and then to three, and then I quit caring about counting. 

He'd pushed me from the force of his thrusts to the edge of the bed. He didn't stop 'till my head was hanging off the bed, then 'till I had no choice but to put my hands down on the floor to keep from falling or hitting my head. This increased the arch in my back, and had my clit rubbing directly into his body. The blood began rushing to my head but I couldn't seem to care at the moment. He held onto my hips and ground himself into me one last time and grunted as he began shooting his seed deep into me. 

He regained his composure as he looked down and realized exactly what position I'd ended up in, and he reached down and quickly scooped me up into his arms, pulling me back up onto the bed. "I'm sorry baby, I didn't even realize what I'd done to you." 

"Do you hear me complaining?" I laid there allowing him to caress me, his rough hands gently running up and down my body. His hand could span the width of hips that I always thought of as a little too wide, but with his fingers touching both hip bones I felt small and a little fragile. 

My phone began ringing, and I sighed, "Back to reality" I flipped it open and had to laugh as I viewed the caller ID. I wasn't sure I could talk to a previous lover while I was still slick with sweat from the recent fucking I'd just received. I answered the call, and asked him very quickly if I could call him back. I dropped my phone back into my purse and crawled over to find his growing erection in his hand as he readied himself for another round. "Excited you that I answered the phone did it?" 

"A little, knowing that if whoever was on the phone could see you like I did, would probably be shocked." 

I laughed, said, "Or something like that" and helped him turn a growing erection into a full blown hard-on. 

He gently crawled over me this time, and slowly, languidly stroked himself into me. He held my hands, not holding them down, but holding them in his as he gazed down at me and fucked me so slowly. I wrapped my legs around his hips and met him thrust for thrust. It wasn't very long before we both knew we were so close. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled him down to me. I whispered in his ear, "Cum for me baby, NOW" mimicking his words from earlier. He too complied almost immediately, and that pushed me over the edge as my body was wracked by the slow and easy orgasm that overtook me. 

I knew I needed to get up and get cleaned up pretty quickly, I needed to go pick my girls up from the sitters, and go home. I stretched lazily and then rolled over to climb off the bed. "Are you leaving me so soon?" he asked. 

"Yeah, got to get back to the real world today." That day it was me that dressed quickly and walked out the door, stopping to blow him a kiss over my shoulder as he remained sprawled on the bed

As I got in my truck and pulled out of the hotel, I grabbed my cell phone and couldn't suppress my laughter as I returned the call. "Hey, sorry, I was, umm, busy, did you need me?" I feel so wicked. So sensual. So alive. Aaaah, what a great feeling. I can't wait 'till next time, whoever that ends up being with.



Turning the Tables



The rain hit the bay window with a harsh, pounding rhythm. Phoebe always loved listening to the rain at night and tonight was no exception. She lie nude in her plush, queen sized bed twisted between the sheets alongside her lover Cole. She sighed softly to herself as she recounted the events of the last few nights. 

In nearly every way, Cole has forsaken his demonic ways, as difficult as it has been for him. In nearly every way except for one, that is. Three nights ago, Phoebe and Cole were in the midst of making love and something strangely salacious happened. For fun and to spice up their sex life, Phoebe thought it might be interesting to add a little light BDSM into their encounters. She dressed the part of a dominatrix, complete with a black latex crotchless corset, and approached Cole with a leather-ended riding crop in her hands. Enjoying the reaction she got from Cole, Phoebe decided to try out her new role and play it out to the hilt. 

"Take off your clothes and get on the bed, Cole, "she ordered coolly.

Cole's sensual mouth broke into a raunchy grin and he quickly tore off his clothes. 

"I want you on all fours, " Phoebe instructed.

Cole complied, his cock growing harder by the minute. 

"You know, Cole...even though you are good now, you have done a lot of very bad things since we've known each other, " Phoebe began, pacing back and forth in front of her naked boyfriend, who remained in doggy-style position wondering what his Mistress was going to do next.

" In fact, even though I've forgiven you for your demonic acts, I think you deserve to be punished severely for being such a cruel and ruthless bastard in the past," Phoebe said matter-of-factly.

"What did you have in mind, Mistress Phoebe?" Cole asked cautiously.

She laughed wickedly, throwing her head back. "That's for me to know and for you to find out, slut!"

Cole was unmistakably aroused by this "act" Phoebe was putting on, but something else stirred within him a bit.

Phoebe stood behind Cole and rubbed the riding crop over his bare buttocks.

"Such a lovely, creamy ass you have....its almost a shame to think what it will look like when I am done with you," Phoebe hissed.

And with those words, she brought the crop down onto Cole's naked backside. He winced slightly, but did not say a word. Phoebe took that as a good sign, so she delivered another blow, then another...each with more impact than the last.

Cole's dark eyes were shut tightly. The pain only bothered him slightly, but there was something inside of him fighting to remain quiet.

"This one's for the innocent's you murdered!" Phoebe lambasted him, swatting his ass.

"And this one is for the heartache you caused me with all of your lies!" she accused.

Cole's bare bottom was turning various hues of crimson, and Phoebe was just getting warmed up. It wasn't that Cole minded the corporal punishment, but he was slowly burning up on the inside as Phoebe recounted the various ways his alter demon ego had behaved before he mended his ways.

"This next one is for the way you created distance between my sisters and I when everyone was against our relationship...Piper and Paige warned me to stay away from you...but did I listen? No!" Phoebe was really working up a frenzy as she beat Cole's ass.

In fact, she was so caught up in what she was doing, she failed to notice the changes starting in Cole. Cole was becoming outraged, even though Phoebe seemed to be playing a game with him, he was struggling separating the fantasy from reality. His ass was lobster-red with hues of purple as various bruises formed. But the skin elsewhere on his body was changing colors too...he could hardly believe it as the flesh of his arms and hands became darkened, growing twice their normal size and the familiar claws began to protrude from his fingertips. 

"No...please...no, not now..." Cole pleaded more to himself than to Phoebe.

But Phoebe was so enraptured in this game that she felt her sweet, bare little pussy lips quivering as her lover appeared to be begging her to stop. She wasn't even close to ending this game.

Unbeknownst to her, her evening of BDSM fun was about to take an unthinkable turn.

She brought the crop down hard on Cole's ass once more and then froze with fear.

A guttural growl escaped from her boyfriend's lips and at once, Phoebe saw what she had done. Her method of "punishment" had inadvertently brought out Cole's alter ego...Balthazar, the demon!

Suddenly Cole/Balthazar sprung from the bed. "You fucking stupid bitch!!" he growled at her.

Phoebe dropped the riding crop to the floor. Fear flooded her face.

"Oh my God...Cole...oh no...I didn't mean to..." she stammered.

Balthazar gripped Phoebe by her delicate shoulders. "Look what you've done!!" 

Phoebe was close to tears. "Cole, I'm so sorry...I never thought this would happen..."

Balthazar roared with anger, throwing Phoebe onto the bed. Her head was spinning, she was so confused and yet despite herself and her history with Balthazar the demon, she couldn't help but feel unusually turned on by him.

He climbed on top of Phoebe, holding her arms over her head, and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "I'll show you what punishment really is, whore!"

Phoebe didn't know what to do. Her sisters were out for the evening and would never believe what was happening. She couldn't believe what was happening either.

Balthazar ripped Phoebe's corset from her body in one violent motion. His red eyes gleamed as he took in the sight of her full, perky tits, nipples as hard as can be. Looking into her doe brown yes, he realized that Phoebe was incredibly turned on by the thought of him having his way with her, as Balthazar, not Cole.

Next. Balthazar reached down, while keeping Phoebe's hands bound with his left hand, he undid his pants and revealed a cock unlike anything Phoebe had ever seen. She sucked in her breath at the sight of this demon's "manhood". It wasn't a cock exactly, but more like an elephants trunk--massive and hose-like, at least 5 inches in diameter and nearly a foot long. It had a kind of suction mechanism at the tip.

Balthazar laughed as he flipped Phoebe over, positioning her as he was previously, on all fours.

Phoebe was silent, but her pussy was dripping wet. 

He decided to give her a taste of her own medicine. For the next 5 minutes straight, Balthazar whipped Phoebe's ass with the same crop she used on him only moments before. Phoebe cried out in pain, but there was a tone of bliss underneath. He beat her ass so passionately, that the crop broke in two.

"You're going to get fucked by the cock of a demon, you filthy bitch, " he informed her as he saddled up behind her, holding that massive instrument in his hands. "What do you think of that?"

Phoebe moaned and writhed as he opened her soaking pussy lips wide. He thrust his enormous demon meat inside of her and Phoebe was transported to another dimension. That cock was the most amazing thing she had ever felt inside of her cunt...and this Halliwell sister had received a lot of cock in her day.

The sheer size of this thing filling her up was enough to blow her mind. The suctioning mechanism from the tip of his tool while it ravaged Phoebe's insides, was giving her full-bodied orgasm after orgasm...her whole being felt light and surreal. 

Balthazar fucked his little princess Phoebe so hard the head of the bed dented the wall. 

"Oh my God....don't stop fucking me...its so...fucking good...." Phoebe panted.

He reached forward and grabbed Phoebe by her hair, a motion that caused her to shriek with delight. 

"Yes, baby...oh yes...that's it...harder...give it to me harder," she groaned.

Balthazar obliged. He loved the way he was invading Phoebe's entire body with his dick....creating pleasurable suctioning sensations throughout her.

Before long, Balthazar knew he was about to cum. He pumped into her hole faster and faster...feeling his demon goo coursing through his foot long tool. With a ear-shattering scream, he released his load deep inside of Phoebe.

And what a load it was! Demon cum is nothing like human cum. Balthazar emptied at least a half a gallon of thick, slimy greyish juice into Phoebe's uterus. The bed was soaked. Phoebe was soaked. And yet, she had never before felt so satisfied. 

That was three nights ago, when Phoebe and Cole realized that humiliation served as a agent of transformation, turning Cole temporarily into Balthazar until he was able to cum. And since that night, Phoebe had become addicted to fucking Balthazar and now unequivocally preferred the demon's astonishing cock over the beautiful body of the human version of Cole/Balthazar.



Turning The Tables



The following story is fictitious, of an explicit and adult nature. This story is not meant to be viewed by anyone under the age of 18. If you are under the age of 18, offended by adult material or such material is barred by the standards of your community, please leave this page now.

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Patty ran the hot water in the kitchen sink full steam. She stared down at the black Bakelite ashtray; she stared at the cloudy grayish white puddle that it contained as she dipped her fingertip into it, raised it to her lips and tasted its creamy bitterness.

"What the fuck did I just do?" Patty thought to herself. She began to quietly panic. Thoughts raced through her head about how she may have just destroyed her whole existence. The internal browbeating that she was receiving at the hands of her skyrocketing pulse and shallow breath made her think about every permutation of the consequences of her actions.

It had been a bright, crisp September day. Mike had been awake for a half an hour when he finally decided to get up and out of bed. The sound of Patty's station wagon pulling out of the driveway gave him the incentive to quickly indulge in one of his favorite past times while his mother went to pick up the groceries, as she did every Wednesday morning.

Mike discovered years ago that his father took some very lurid Polaroids of Patty, which they kept hidden in a shoebox in the closet of their master bedroom. In fact, not only were these pictures the only pornography in the house, they were they only pornography to be found in this sleepy New Haven suburb. Mike's favorite past time was masturbation, as you'd expect from any guy in his early twenties. Sometimes ... well, most of the time ... his imagination wasn't quite enough to get the job done; he would sneak into his parents bedroom, retrieve the Polaroids from the shoe box and go to work on himself before anyone was any the wiser.

As he usually did when he had evening classes at the local college, Mike went down to the family room and laid the Polaroids out on the coffee table. The pictures ranged from the racy to the downright filthy; after all, they were meant for private consumption. There was one of Patty teasing away her negligee. There was another of Patty completely nude, and completely shaved, as she exited the shower. One picture showed a cock between her fleshy breasts. One was a fully on picture of Patty with a cock in her mouth, her cheekbones protruding as she vacuumed it up. The last showed Patty with her mouth agape, semen coating her tongue, lips and cheeks.

To him, it was just available porn to jerk off to; Mike never really dwelled upon the fact that the pictures were of his mother. It just didn't phase him. He just pulled down his pants and began stroking his cock. He never heard the keys jingle. He never heard the kitchen door open.

Patty entered the kitchen, pissed off because her arms were full of groceries and no one ever thought to help her in, or ... dare she think it ... help her put them away. She put both bags of groceries and her keys on the counter and headed to the family room so that she could put on the television and listen to Ryan's Hope while she put the groceries away.

The moment that the louvered door swung open, both Mike and Patty's worlds changed forever in the blink of an eye. It happened so fast, and yet, for patty, that split second seemed to slowly grind to a halt.

"Oh shit," Mike screamed. His face reddened as he struggled with his pants.

Reflexively, Patty retreated to the kitchen. But the moment that the door swung shut behind her she realized that something was askew. In her growing anger and indignation, she quickly got over the trauma of having walked in on her son while he was masturbating.

"That little shit!" she thought to herself, "did he just steal my pictures? Has my own son, who I loved and raised, just tarnished my most intimate moments?"

Patty came barreling through the louvered door like a bull just released from the chute.

"You bastard! You little piece of shit!" Patty screamed at her son, violated and the angriest she had ever been in her forty-three years.

"Mo..." Mike tried to explain.

"Don't you fucking 'Mom' me, you little pervert!" Patty interjected. "I have no idea which is worse, the fact that you rummaged through my most private things and stole them, or the fact that you're pleasuring yourself to your own mother."

"But I," Mike tried to eek out but was interrupted once again by Patty.

"Don't say another word ... just don't," Patty snarled as she paced the room like a cornered mountain lion.

A panoply of emotions and thoughts shot through her head, but the one that she focused on was the injustice of it all. She had been violated, and her own son was responsible. How do you remedy such an injustice? How do you make it right? How do you make him see how much embarrassment he caused her? And then it dawned on her.

"Do you think that what you have done is fair?" Patty asked.

Mike knew it was a loaded question and that he was in for a rough time of it.

"Fair?" Mike replied meekly.

"Yes, fair. You're the one who has been violating my privacy for who the hell knows how long. Do you think it's fair?" Patty reiterated.

"Uh ... I ... No," Mike stuttered. Before Mike could figure out what was going on around him, Patty had already removed her blouse and was in the process of removing her bra.

"Mom, what the hell are you doing?" Mike panickedly asked as attempted to shield his eyes.

"What's fair is fair," Patty stated calmly. "You're such a big man when you're sneaking around, huh? Well, here I am. The real thing. In the flesh. From now on, if you want to jerk off while looking at your mother, then you're going to ask me nicely and you're going to do it in person so that I know that you're doing it."

"But Mom, thi ...," Mike shyly attempted to say.

"But Mom, what?" Patty snarled. "But Mom, this is embarrassing? You bet your little ass it is, you pervert. How embarrassed do you think I feel? How embarrassed am I to know that my son, whom I trusted, has been pleasuring himself while looking at me in pictures like these?"

Patty removed her bra, her skirt and slipped out of her panties.

"Now your going to find out what it feels like. Get out of those clothes," Patty commanded.

A confused look swept over Mike's face.

"I'm not speaking Chinese, am I?" Patty sarcastically queried. "Now I'm going to watch. You're going to look at me in the flesh, and I'm going to watch you in your most intimate moment. How do you like that?"

Mike's face flushed red as he reluctantly began to undress in front of his mother. Soon, all of Mike's clothes were on the floor. Mike sat on the couch, behind the coffee table and Patty sat on a chair opposite Mike. Mike fumbled around at first as he slowly started to masturbate. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get hard.

"Not such a big man now are you, son?" Patty smirked. "I thought you enjoyed this. I thought it makes you cum?"

Mike's eyes rolled upward. He gazed at the ceiling, choking back tears. Patty assumed that he was trying to visualize something to make himself hard.

"Penny for your thoughts, Mike. You thinking about me with my lips wrapped around your cock? Are you thinking about me with semen all over my face, Mike?" Patty chided. "What's the matter, Mike, you can't handle a real live woman?"

Patty felt herself getting wetter and wetter. Her fingers first traced the outside of her lips, but now she was fully massaging her clit. Mike, on the other hand was getting hard involuntarily and trying very hard not to look at Patty directly.

"That's more like it, Mike," Patty goaded. "Now you're giving me something to watch. Now you're giving me something to cum to. I'm a real person, with real feelings, Mike. I masturbate too. I cum too, but I don't violate people's privacy to do it, Mike."  

The family room became filled with tension and the sound of wet sloppy smacking noises as Mike's precum began to lubricate the shaft of his cock.

"Don't you dare get one drop of cum on the couch or the rug. If you do, you're cleaning it up and you're going to explain the stains to your father," Patty commanded. She raised her foot to the ashtray that always stood at the corner of the coffee table and slid it over to Mike with her big toe.

"If you're going to cum, cum in this," she commanded again.

It wouldn't be long. All of the nerves in Mike's cock were tingling. Pretty soon the tingling sensation spread to Mike's balls and his whole groin. He was going to cum in front of his mother, and there was nothing he could do about it. He quickly raised the ashtray to the tip of his cock and released himself into it, slumping back on the couch when he finished. Upon seeing the jets of jizz spurting from Mike's cock, Patty came as well, the waves of orgasm pulsing over her body from head to toe. Her head hinged back, her lips parted and she let out a silent moan.

"Now go upstairs and think about what you've done. Leave the ashtray here, I'll take care of it," Patty panted.

As Mike went up the stairs, Patty picked up the black Bakelite ashtray and brought it into the kitchen. She dipped her pinky into the pooling puddle of her son's sperm and felt that it was still warm. Patty ran the hot water in the kitchen sink full steam. She stared down at the black Bakelite ashtray; she stared at the cloudy grayish white liquid that it contained as she dipped her fore-fingertip into it, raised it to her lips and tasted its creamy bitterness.

"How do you undo what has been done," Patty thought to herself. The sexual taboo between mother and son has been broken. As Patty wondered what was to come next, she knew that this was not the last time she'd taste her son's flavor.



Turning the Tables



I kissed husband goodbye, and left the house for my "business trip." I went to the grocery store, then arrived at the Residence Inn on the other side of town about 8 in the morning. The room I rented was a two-story suite, with a kitchenette.

I stopped by a grocery store to buy breakfast food. My boys wouldn't be there until 10. They were on different flights, but would ride from the airport together. I wasn't sure how they were able to afford the last minute tickets, but they said not to worry about it. I called Corry's cell phone to let him know the room number I was in.

I had followed my usual routine, and showered before leaving home. But my hormones were so out of control, I needed to soak in a bath to try and relax. I unpacked my toiletries and set out an outfit. The bath water was warm, and my lavender bath salts smelled good. 20 minutes into my soaking, my fingers were sliding in, out, and around my pussy at the thoughts of what was going to happen when the boys arrived. Three long, hard dicks at my mercy? I was going to ride, suck and stroke each of them dry. As I came, I thought of how they had no idea of the sexual fury they were going to walk into.

I got out of the bath about 45 minutes later, and leisurely got myself ready for the boys' arrival. There was only one bed, so sleeping together was going to be very interesting. I was sure one of them wouldn't be happy about not being next to me. I put on my Victoria's Secret lotion, and a pink and black lace teddy with matching panties. Once I finished primping in front of the mirror, I set my suitcase in the closet and went downstairs to start cooking. There was a knock on the door just as I finished the bacon.

My heart started racing even faster. I opened the door, and gave each of them a hug as they came in. Dequan, Singleblknhung, was about 6 feet even and had a fantastic smile. Craig, Soulfulone, was about 5'8" and stocky. Corry, Chocolatewonda, was 6'1" and smelled terrific. They each gave my ass a good squeeze before letting me go.

"I'm glad you all had a safe trip, but I cannot believe we're all here," I blushed. A woman who is nearly 40, standing in lingerie and blushing in front of 3 boys 15 years younger. I know my nipples were clearly visible, and if they had sensitive noses they could smell my arousal.

"You think we were going to miss out on the chance to be with you?" Corry smiled.

"I woulda walked here if I needed to," Craig laughed.

"Take your bags upstairs, and freshen up. I'm going to finish cooking."

They commented to each other about how I looked on their way upstairs. I steadied my nerves together, then started on the eggs. As I heard water running and movements, I felt a twinge of guilt. I was a married woman, standing there about to feed and fuck 3 boys while Clay was at work. But I remembered he had Sela's dick deep in his ass while I was at home, and the guilt was gone.

"I don't need any food," Craig grabbed me from behind. "Just open your legs."

A chill shot straight to my pussy. "Hey, hey, calm down," I moved out of his grasp. "We have plenty of time for that; don't rush things."

"And don't piss her off either," Corry winked going over to the television with a Playstation. "This is her show, let her run it."

Craig smacked my ass, "I wanna run up in that pussy." He went over to help Corry hook up the Playstation.

"Watch your language," I hit his shoulder. "What's Dequan doing?" I asked putting biscuits in the oven.

"He was a little tired form his trip, so he laid down for a minute."

I watched Corry and Craig negotiate with each other to get the game hooked up, then they settled back to play Madden football. "You're not the kinda of boys who sit around playing video games all day, are you?"

Corry looked over at me, "No, but we'll need something to do while you recuperate."

"You need to be resting too during that time."

"Don't worry about us. We'll have energy enough for you."

"And then some," Craig gave a pound to Corry.

I kinda laughed to myself that I was really about to fuck these videogame playing boys. "Breakfast is ready."

"DQ, come on down!" Corry came over went over to the table I had set in the dining room. I set a plate of eggs, and a plate of bacon and biscuits on the table. When I turned around to go get the juice, I was in the arms of Dequan.

"Smells good," he smiled. I heard something rustle, as Corry sat down behind me.

"Feels good," I said because of being able to feel his erection on my thigh. I reluctantly slipped from his arms, and went to get the juice. Craig joined them at the table. Before I took the juice over, I followed an urge to take off my top. My nipples were tight and hard, and my breasts had goose bumps. I was fast approaching the point of no return. But any doubt I had about going through with it was countered by images of Clay and Sela, and images of what these boys were packing. What I was about to do was for my enjoyment as much as my revenge.

The boys didn't notice me until I set the juice on the table, then their jaws dropped. They each were on a side of the table, and I took the fourth seat. I fought the instinct to cross my arms, to make sure my 36Ds were visible. "Eat up, boys."

"I am so not hungry right now!" Corry said. Craig and Dequan agreed, staring at me.

"Guys, you've seen these already," I acted like their stares weren't affecting me.

"On a computer is different from real life."

I laughed, "They're not going anywhere. Eat."

They're eyes stayed on me more than their food, but they did eat. We talked about their trips, and things there are to do in their cities. As discreetly as I could, I leaned forward to grind my pussy on the chair. I slipped one hand under the table, and gave my clit a few strokes periodically.

Corry was the first to finish eating. He took his chair to the living room, and started clearing space. I asked what he was up to, and Dequan just said he was getting things ready. Dequan finished, then Craig. I got up to clear the table, but Craig took me to the living room while Dequan cleared some dishes. He sucked my fingers before he sat me in the chair.

"Okay boys, time to show me the goods," I crossed my legs.

"That ain't nothing but a word!" Corry gets in front of me.

Dequan goes to the dining area again, then strolls behind me as I'm watching Corry pull down his pants. He pulls out his dick, and it is impressive. I'm licking my lips, when Corry and Craig grab both my wrists and locks them in cuffs.

"HEY!"

Corry knelt beside me, "Wait, don't get upset."

"You have me handcuffed!"

"We're not going to rob or hurt you. We promise."

"But we do want to give you an experience you'll never forget," Craig said.

"We don't need handcuffs for that!"

"Trust us, please?"

I felt a stream of warm oil come down my shoulder. A larger stream came over my other shoulder, and rolled over my nipple. Craig reached his hand over and palmed my breast. He smeared the oil around a little, as Dequan got two other bottles of oil out of the bag and tossed one to Corry. They poured more warm oil all over my upper body, while groping me. My anger at being cuffed was giving way to arousal at their hands sliding so easily over me.

"Do you trust us?"

I was moaning at the sensations they were sending through my body. Their grabs and squeezes were making me feel so raunchy, but sexy at the same time. Their hands wouldn't stop, and I would have been mad if they did.

"Shit!" Dequan shook his head. "Look at those titties shine!"

I looked down, and could see every pore as their hands continued to explore me. My nipples had drawn up real tight, and even the areolas had bumps on them.

"We only want to make you feel good."

"We promise."

"Okaayyy," I closed my eyes and moaned.

"You trust us?"

"We can take you?"

My body flinched to a nipple twist, "Yesssssssssss."

One of them started pulling my hips to the front of the chair. I looked to see it was Dequan. He wanted me to rise up to slide my panties down my legs. There was a serious wet spot, which he licked before tossing them aside. He then poured an ample amount of oil on my legs and massaged it in, going all the way down to my feet. He handed his bottle to Corry, then took my toes in his mouth.

"Mmmm, shit," I squirmed. I was enjoying the pleasure of lips on my toes and hands on my breasts, until my head was turned to the side. Corry had taken off his pants. His dick was hard and at my mouth. I took his tip between my lips, and rolled my tongue around it, making him flinch. These boys were making me feel like a nasty lady, so I might as well have started to act like one. I moved my head forward to take in more of his dick. Then I moved my tongue across the bottom of his dick while my saliva mixed with his leaking precum.

"That feels goooood, baby."

I bobbed my head a few times as fast as I could, then opened my mouth to let the contents spill down my chin. "Call me sis."

"Oh shit, sis!" Corry grabbed my head and pushed his dick back in my mouth.

While he pumped, the intensity of the toesucking and breasts-groping increased, pushing me closer and closer to an orgasm. They seemed to slow their pace down at the same time, but the grabbing and sucking got hard and harder.

"Ahh ahhhh ahh," was all that came out my mouth as I came. I instinctively tried to close my legs, but Dequan wouldn't let go. Corry pinched my nipples, which prolonged the orgasm for a few more seconds.

"We thought you might like that," Dequan smiled, and gave my pussy lips a long lick.

"Ohhhhhhhh." I got Corry's dick back in my mouth, and sucked him as deep as I could.

"She taste so damn good fellas!"

Craig went to the dining room and Dequan took over squeezing my breasts as I sucked his dick.

Dequan slid his finger in me, then sucked my juice off. He put two fingers inside, pumped them a few times, then took them out.

In response I took Corry's tip into my throat. My gag reflex made him wobble a little. Before he could get fully out of my mouth, he started spurting hot cum. His second spurt hit my chin, and the rest landed fully on my chest.

"Damn!" Dequan looked up from my pussy.

"Keep going, little brother," I looked down at him.

"Nah," he took his fingers away. "We have other plans."

"Please? I'm close."

Corry twisted my nipples, "Listen to her beg!"

I moaned as Dequan moved away. "When do I get out of these?"

"When we find the key," Corry pinched my nipples again, then went to the bathroom.

"Huh?"

"Don't scare her like that," Dequan sat on the couch in front of me. "You can get out once you answer a few questions.

"What kind of questions?"

Craig came back from the dining area opening a box, "Just some simple ones."

"C'mon guys," I laughed.

Craig set the packaging on the table, and I saw he had nipple clamps. Corry came back with a wet cloth, and wiped his cum from my nipples. Craig knelt down and gave each of my nipples a hard suck.

"Mmmmmm."

He smiled and attached the clamps. They were connected by a chord, and that chord was connected to a remote. The remote chord was long enough for the boys to sit on the couch. "We'll just give it a little test," he switched it on.

"Ohh!" I jumped. "What the hell?"

"These are electric nipple clamps. That was a middle setting, and we'll take that as a yes it works!" Dequan gave a pound to Corry and Craig.

"Guys, this isn't fair. Electricity isn't something to be fucking around with!"

"What a potty mouth," Corry pressed the button again.

"Ung!"

"Yeah, this is going to be fun, huh?" Corry laughed.

"I made breakfast for you guys!"

"And we thank you, no doubt."

"First question," Dequan cleared his throat. "Who is the current scoring leader in the NBA?"

I laughed, "What?"

He pressed the button. It wasn't at a high setting, but I still jumped. "Wrong, it's Carmelo Anthony." He passed the remote to Corry. "Who is in front of Brett Farve in passing yardage, and touchdowns."

"You're asking me sports questions?"

He pressed the button, twice. "Wrong again, it's Dan Marino." He passed the remote to Craig. "Here's an easy one. Who won the 2006 World Series?"

"Uh, the Detroit Tigers."

"Wrong again," he pressed the button, and this time it was higher. "You're never gonna get to twenty at this rate." He turned it off, and I had to catch my breath.

Dequan took the remote again, "Name three PGA golfers."

"Oh, Tiger Woods!"

"That's one."

"Uh, uh, Tiger-"

He sent a shock.

"Eldrige Woods!"

He held the button.

"Wait! Michelle-"

"Wrong!"

I crossed my leg to regain control of the sensation going through me, but it was of no use. Electric nipples clamps were out of my zone of familiarity, but they did send a wonderful message to my pussy. He turned it off, and I took a deep breath.

"Let's make sure you don't do that again," Craig got up and went upstairs.

"Bring down the other surprise too," Corry told him.

Craig came right back down with some rope, and another package. Inside was a pair of panties with a remote attached.

"Electric panties?"

"Not exactly," Craig slid them up my legs and over my hips. He positioned a little tube in the crotch over my clit. Then he and Dequan tied my ankles to the back legs of the chair, while Corry turned the clamps on low. The current moved through my body like a wave. The longer it stayed on, the closer I got to an orgasm. Dequan saw me fidgeting in the chair, and slowly increased the current. Once my ankles were secure, they sat back on the couch. I was a little bit away from an orgasm, when he turned it off.

I glared at him, "Guys, we never talked about bondage, or these clamps."

Craig said, "If you want us to let you out, for real, we will. We really did think you would enjoy it."

Truth be told, as much as I had planned to be in charge this weekend, I loved they way they turned the tables on me. Being in control was a way of making me feel safe. Being in their control made me feel like a slut.

"Elaine?" Dequan called my attention. "Do you want us to let you out, or ask another question?"

I took a breath, "Not 20."

They all smiled. "Five more," Corry said. "But we're going to flip the script. If you want to cum, you'd better get the answer right. Or else, we're going to leave you on the edge."

I shook my head, "This is so not fair."

"Let's give the panties a try," he turned a nob.

"Whoa!!!" I rose up a little as the tube vibrated on my clit.

They slapped five with each other.

"Okay," Craig cleared his throat, "let's get started. Are you a slut?"

"Am I a slut? Ohhh!" I flinched from the electric shock.

"Don't answer our questions with a question," Craig turned the clamps back off.

"How big of a slut are you?"

"What happened to the sports questions? Oh, wait!"

"Too late," Craig turned the clamps on higher.

"Okay, I got it, no more questions!"

"That was your last warning," Craig turned it off.

"Have you thought about being with other women?"

I caught my breath, "Yes."

"Good answer," Dequan tuned on the panties.

He left the panties on, "Have you ever licked pussy?"

"No."

"Why not?"

I squirmed at the sensations, "Uh, I just haven't."

He decreased the vibrations, "Tell us the truth."

"Too scared too."

"But you want to?" he turned the vibrations back up.

"Yes."

"Do you watch pornos?"

I hesitated, and Craig sent a short, strong shock to my nipples. "Not often!"

"Why not?"

I hesitated again, and got another shock, "It's not lady-like!"

"That always gets me," Corry said. "If it feels good, or it's what you want to do, do it. It's just watching a porno, not robbing a bank."

Dequan increased the vibration, "Besides, you just said you were a slut. Why are you worried about being a lady?"

I started moaning loudly as the vibrations increased more.

"Huh? Are you a slut or a lady?" Craig sent a lower, steady shock.

"I'm a, I'm a, uh."

"What?" he increased the electricity. "Which is it?"

My body was feeling so good, I would have said anything for more. "Slut!"

The vibration and electricity increased, "Say it again!"

"SLUT!" I screamed just before an incredible orgasm took over. My body jerked hard and rocked forward over and over.

"Untie her," Corry said when I calmed down.

My arms and legs were free in a few seconds, but felt too much like jelly for me to move. The boys carried me upstairs, and laid me back on the bed. Corry spread my legs, and started licking my pussy while Craig and Dequan undressed. I could hear Corry slurping my wetness, and it just added to how nasty I was feeling. Craig was undressed first, and got on the bed on his knees to offer his dick. I leaned up to my elbow, and guided him into my mouth. When Dequan finished getting his clothes off, he leaned over to suck my nipples.

"Easy, baby," I had to remind him that my nipples had just been electrified.

"Here," Corry stood up, "get some of this."

My pussy was only vacant for only a second, before Dequan's lips replaced Corry's. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him go downstairs. I massaged Craig's nuts. He moaned and told me to suck them. I released his dick from my mouth, and lifted it to get to his nuts. Dequan moved from kissing and sucking my lips, to licking my clit. It had slid from under the hood, and the slightest flick sent chills through my body.

"I told you it was good, didn't I," Corry said as I brought a chair from downstairs and positioned it where he could see what was going on.

Dequan nodded his head with my clit between his lips, and then shook his face in my pussy. I let go of Craig's dick to pull my leg back to give him even more access. Craig grabbed his dick and slid it back in my mouth. Corry's tongue flicked faster and faster at my clit, and I moved my hips as my orgasm began. He moved his lips and went back to licking my lips. I groaned and let go of my leg to grab his head, but couldn't find it.

"I think she wants you back on her clit," Corry laughed.

"Uh hmmm," I nodded with Craig's dick in my mouth.

"Hold her leg back, Craig."

Craig grabbed my ankle, and pulled my leg toward my shoulder.

"Now get that clit, DQ!"

My orgasm started again, and I used my free hand to rub my nipples -- gently, but the added stimulation was wonderful.

"Damn, I wish I had a camera!" Corry clapped.

I sucked Craig's dick as hard as I could, as my orgasm got closer and closer. My moans and groans got louder as well.

"She's gonna blow, y'all!" Corry egged them on. "Keep it up! Make her bust. Make that slut cum like a mutha fucker!"

Within minutes, I did just that. I grabbed Craig's dick when it popped from my mouth when I started screaming. My body jerked hard again, then I started trembling.

"Give me some dick," I huffed when I was able to form words. Craig kept a hold of my leg, but repositioned himself to sit down. I took his dick back in my mouth as Dequan pushed his dick inside my spread pussy. "Fuck!" I moaned.

"How she feel, DQ?"

"As good as she taste!" he thrusted.

I loved hearing them talk about me like that, and meet him thrust for thrust. My sucking and pumping started getting to Craig. He started shifting and moaning. I took my mouth off him to look at his face as I pumped my hand faster. It wasn't long before he squeezed his eyes shut, and erupted cum in the air. It landed on my hand, my cheek, and his thigh. Knowing his tip would be real sensitive, I ran the tip of my tongue around it. He practically pulled his dick from my grasp and got off the bed.

"What's wrong?" I teased him. "Can't take it as well as you get it?"

"That's overload!"

"Tell me about it!"

Dequan pushed his dick deep, then slid out of me, "You ever taste yourself, sis?"

"Not off a dick," I smiled.




Turning the Tables



Corry took his place at my pussy, sliding in real slow. I bit my lip and moaned at how good he felt. Dequan grabbed my leg and sat down where Craig was. I licked from his nuts to the tip, tasting my own cream. I licked his cream-coated dick a few more times like ice cream from a cone, and then took it all in my mouth.

"This is a good view," Craig sat in the chair.

Corry stroked his dick in and out of me, which felt even better than Dequan's thrusts. He went in deep, and pulled all the way out to his tip. I was sucking Dequan's dick at the same pace, until I felt a finger at my asshole. I squealed when it pushed in.

"You like that, don't you?" Corry pushed his finger in further.

"Um hmm."

"Good, 'cause here's another one."

"Shiiiiit!"

Craig got up form the chair, "Think she's ready?"

"She's ready," Dequan nodded.

I took his dick out my mouth to ask what they were talking about, but Dequan pushed my head back down.

"Handle your business, and let us handle you."

Corry slipped his fingers out of my ass, and smacked my cheek, "Yeah, handle your business."

As I sucked, I heard packaging opening. A few moments later, I felt something buzzing between my stuffed pussy and asshole. "Gotta lube this up first," Craig said. He then pressed it against my ass hole. I immediately tensed up.

"Relax!" he smacked my cheek.

Craig and I had done anal a few times, so I knew I had to relax and push in order for Craig to get anything in there. I took a few breaths, relaxed and pushed, and with a squish whatever Craig had was vibrating inside me. From what I could tell it was a ball. Having a vibrating ball in my ass was an entirely new sensation. It took a minute or two to get used to, but I did.

"Damn, I can feel that on my dick," Corry kept stroking. "Vibrating pussy feels pretty good!"

Craig and Dequan laughed. I would have laughed too, if it didn't feel so good. It was all just so nasty. I could hear Dequan's dick working in and out of my soaking pussy, and our different moans. I closed my eyes. With a full mouth, pussy, and ass, I really was the slut they had been making me say I was.

"This is too good to just watch," Corry started rubbing and sucking my oily nipples. He did it soft, which was just right with all the rest of the stimulation.

I felt Dequan tense up, but had no intention of pulling him out of my mouth. In two squirts my cheeks were poked out like a squirrel's. But I refused to release his dick. The third squirt was too much to hold in. His cum started leaking out of the corners of my mouth, then it overflowed my lips. Cum spilled over his dick and my hand.

"Oh damn!" Corry stroked harder and faster.

"Give it to me," I grunted as my orgasm took over. "Give it to me!"

Corry pulled out, and shot cum over my chest, and belly a split second later.

I was paralyzed by my orgasm until it ran it's course. "No more," I panted. "Y'all gotta let me rest."

Craig slid down to lay beside me, "Shit, we all need a break after that."

Corry laid by my other side, and Dequan laid with his head on my thigh. I felt hands resting on different parts of my cum-stained, oily body as I drifted off.