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More Than I Bargained For

By: Starlight



I sit in this damned flat with nobody but the kid for company. My parents won't see me, and none of my old friends call. I want to tell someone my story, so I'll tell it to you.

It began when a couple of guys I know suggested we might have a lot of laughs if we had a threesome. I had never had a threesome, and thinking it might be fun, I agreed.

One of the guys had his own place, so we made a date and time.

I was living at home with my parents then, so on the evening we had arranged I told them I was off to a friends birthday party. Mum and dad were as usual sitting watching some stupid sitcom on TV, and mum said, "Right love, " and dad just grunted. Neither of them took their eyes off the screen.

It was about a ten-minute walk to the guy's house, and when I got there the place looked like there was no one at home. No lights on and not a sound. I rang the bell and waited. No one came to the door and I couldn't hear anything. I rang again, then again, and finally a light came on in the porch and the door opened. 

One of the guys stood there, and he said, "Come in." I walked in, and then got my first disappointment.

I thought we might have a few drinks and nibbles before we got down to the sex, but instead I was taken straight into the bedroom where there was a big double bed with a black silk cover. 

There were no signs of food or drink, but I thought that maybe we'd have a bit of kissing and loving before we got down to fucking. It didn't happen like that. One of the guys said, "Well get your gear off, then," and they both proceeded to strip.

Once they were undressed, I could see they both had big erections and I still hoped for a bit of foreplay. No chance. I was told to get on to the bed. I certainly couldn't complain about the bed. It was one of the most comfortable I had ever been on, with sufficient firmness to make for a good fuck.

One of the guys got straight on top of me and shoved himself into me. It was okay because I was good and wet before I arrived just thinking about what was going to happen, so it didn't hurt.

He pounded in and out of me and soon shot his load. He got off me and the other guy came into me. It was much the same as before only it took even less time for him to spurt into me.

I was angry and frustrated at this treatment. Neither of them had spoken to me except to give orders and they hadn't done anything nice and loving to me. Never the less, I still hoped the situation might improve. There might now be some food and drink, and then we could have a bit of loving. Seeing they were finished, at least for the time being, I started to get off the bed. One of the guys shoved me back and said, "Stay there."

I thought, "These two really are randy if they can come into me again so quickly," then I saw one of them leave the room. He came back a few seconds later, then to my horror other guys came in. I don't know how many of them there were, maybe eight or ten, but they seemed to fill the room.

Then the guy whose house it was said, "Now you're going to be nice to these guys, aren't you?"

I was not so stupid not to know what they intended to do to me, but I played dumb. "What do you mean," I asked, trying to look innocent.

"Do I have to spell it out for you?" the guy asked, and they all laughed. "These guys are all going to fuck you."

I was terrified and started screaming out that I couldn't take so many. They just went on laughing.

"You behave or they'll take you twice," he sneered, "Any trouble and we'll tie you down and gag you. So make up your mind which way you want it babe."

"God knows what they might do to me if they tie me down," I thought. So, I quieted down.

"That's better," the guy said. "Now you just let these boys have a bit of fun with you."

It was then that I got some of the loving I had thought I'd be getting with the first two. Suddenly I was being kissed and licked all over. My nipples were being sucked and fingers explored my vagina and anus. It was all happening at once, and I couldn't tell who was doing what to me. 

After some minutes of this activity, they were all worked up. There were erect cocks everywhere. I don't know how they had worked out who went first, and it was hard to tell which one was which.

There are only two guys I can clearly recall out of the mob. One was the second guy to come into me. The reason I recall him is that he screamed and howled when he shot into me. The others just grunted. The other one I remember for reasons I shall relate shortly, was the last one.

I don't know how many guys came into me, but very quickly, the bed under me was getting soaked with their sperm, which kept rolling out of me. In addition, I have to confess that I was worked up myself. I had never been fucked so thoroughly before, and my own juices were pouring out of me, joining theirs on the bed.

This bewildering succession of guys fucking me seemed to go on forever, but finally they got to the last guy. He seemed to come from the back of the mob, as if he had been holding back. The others were laughing and pushing him forward, and he was the only one, apart from the first two guys, whose name I learned. 

They were saying to him, "Go on, Arthur, get it into her." "Give it to her, Arthur," and things like that.

Then I saw him clearly, and I screamed out. He was a nice looking boy, but when I saw his cock, I nearly froze with fright. It was massive. I had fucked with plenty of guys before, but I had never seen anything like Arthur's sexual organ. Not only was it long, it was also enormously thick.

I began to cry out and plead, "Please, don't let him put that in me. I can't. It'll kill me." The original guy leaned over me, "Remember what I told you, any fuss and you get tied down and gagged. Now just spread your legs as wide as you can and it might not hurt too much."

I went silent, spread my legs, and Arthur came over me. I felt the huge head of his cock press against my entrance. He pushed, and nothing happened. He tried again and still he couldn't get in. Then he put his hands under my shoulders and gave a tremendous heave. I screamed as he broke through, and then he was thrusting to the full depth of my vagina and trying to press even further. He broke through.

To that point, I had experienced fear and pain, but suddenly I began to change. Quite why this change took place I'm not sure, but I recall telling myself this was a new sexual experience, and one I might never have again. I found myself surrendering to him, then crying out, "Oh, yes, yes. Give it all to me. Fuck me to death, but don't stop. Please, don't stop." He didn't stop, at least, not until we had both finished.

As he fountained a massive dose of sperm into me, I had the mightiest orgasm I had ever had. I howled and wept. I tore at his back with my nails. I begged and pleaded for more. 

Then it was over. The mob started to leave the room, but Arthur stayed for a moment, looking down at me thoughtfully. Then he turned and followed the others.

The guy who owned the house remained. He said. "Get dressed and make it snappy, or you'll go out as you are." 

I dressed hurriedly and he pushed me to the front door and opened it. "Clear off, slut, he snarled. And keep your mouth shut or something nasty could happen to you."

I staggered out into the night, bruised and scratched, still dribbling sperm out of my vagina.

When I got home, my parents were still slumped in front of the TV. If they heard me, come in they gave no sign, so absorbed were they in the mindless rubbish they were watching.

I went to the bathroom, stripped and examined my injuries, then took a shower. Exhausted as I was, I still had a restless night, reliving my experience over and over again.

Three weeks later I got the first indication of pregnancy. One of them had left a baby inside me. Later the doctor confirmed my condition.

There were horrendous rows at home that ended with me getting out. Community Welfare found a small flat for me, where I now live. Once the baby came, I could not work, so I received a single parent allowance.

Now I live in this place on my own except for the baby. None of those guys who enjoyed me have been to see me. Once or twice, I've spotted one of them in the street, but as soon as they see me, they go the other way, the bastards. Was I that poor a fuck?

I really need a guy. I haven't had one since that night, and that's nearly sixteen months ago.

I'll have to stop writing now because the telephone is ringing and it doesn't do that very often, except to let me know I owe someone some money. Oh God, I wish it was Arthur on the other end.

More Than I Bargained For



Lynne called the other day and asked to have lunch with me. That could mean only one thing. She had another match for me. Lynne runs a lesbian matching making service that comes perilously close to being an escort service and hence prostitution. The only thing that keeps it legal is the fact that both parties to the match must pay a fee for the introduction. What takes place after the introduction is simply whatever two consenting adults agree to do. I should mention that my fee is very small while my match usually pays a very hefty fee which Lynne and I split 50—50. Then of course there are the tips I receive which can sometimes be quite substantial. 

It was a lovely sunny cool day so I called Lynne and suggested we get some sandwiches and have lunch on the pedestrian mall downtown. Before leaving my office I removed my panties. I was wearing a relatively short skirt that day because I like to flash both men and women. I was also wearing extra long thigh high stockings that came all the way up to my crotch so that the tops of them would not show when I was seated. I had a meeting that morning with some big money people in town and my boss, Eve, likes it when I dress sexy—conservative but not sexy—slutty. By the end of the meeting, I knew I had gotten a few cocks hard and I wondered if I had gotten one pussy wet. At the meeting was a senior VP from one of the banks in town. We see each other occasionally on business and I am pretty sure she has the hots for me. She is a very attractive woman, a little on the plump side but that would not stop me from fucking her. 

I stopped to get a sandwich and a coke before finding a bench to sit on making sure that my legs were spread wide enough so people might get a glimpse of my perfectly hairless pussy. I spotted Lynne and waved at her and she walked over and sat down.

"Julia what the fuck do you think you are doing? People can see your fucking pussy."

"Yes they can," I replied. "Unfortunately no one is fucking it right now. So why don't you call it just a pussy, not a fucking pussy."

"Julia you are one screwed up bitch."

I just smiled and asked her what she had for me.

"Well I got another hit on the web site. This woman wants . . . well read this."

She handed me an e-mail.

"Lynne I told you to take my fucking picture down and just leave my description up."

"I did," she responded. 

"Oh. Okay. Good," I replied and turned my attention to the e-mail.

"Oh my," I said after I finished reading the demands of this woman and her description of herself.

"Do you think you can do it?" Lynne asked.

"I don't know," I replied. "It sounds awfully dangerous and potentially much too painful. I wonder what she means by sophisticated domination?"

"What if I go with you to act as your guardian and to make sure nothing gets out of hand?" she pleaded. "It's one hell of a lot of money."

I told her I wanted to think about it and I tucked the e-mail into my handbag. 

Lynne was looking longingly up my skirt. "Julia why not stop over my place when you get off of work tonight? Lori is out of town on a match and I sure could use the company."

"Lynne we agreed not to mix business with pleasure," I replied.

"I'll split the match fee 70—30," she pleaded. 

I was desperately horny but Lynne was not in my future. She is way too butch for me. Her brown hair is too short and she has muscles that most men would love to have. She also does not shave her legs or under her arms. I have no idea what Lori sees in her. Lori is a delightfully adorable little blond who I would fuck in a minute. 

To put her off I said, "Sorry Lynne you know what we agreed to and in any case I have a social function that I have attend tonight."

I returned to the office and tried to concentrate on my work but my mind kept wandering back to the written demands of the woman: total and complete submission for the entire weekend including full latex bondage. The submissive in me found that quite appealing but also frightening. The thought of it also made my pussy so wet I had to put my panties back on so I would not stain my skirt. 

I had her e-mail address so I sent her one asking if she could send me a picture of herself and laying down some ground rules: no piss, scat, children, animals, lasting marks, blood, or intense pain. About an hour later an e-mail response popped up in my mailbox. She had agreed to my terms and she sent a long a picture. She was in her middle to late 30s, very tall, very beautiful, with massively wavy long blond hair, wearing a black latex bustier, long black latex high heel boots, and long black latex gloves. She looked quite regal and demanding making my pussy drip. "Now this is a woman I would love to serve," I said to myself. Her e-mail also assured me that although I might experience some slight to modest discomfort, I would not receive pain and I would also receive a tremendous amount of pleasure. 

I got up and closed and locked my office door. I leaned against my desk, lifted my skirt and pushed my hand inside of my panties. My orgasm was really quick in coming. The thought of being dominated by her had gotten me incredibly aroused. I was still scared though.

After recovering and drying off my hand by sucking on my fingers then using some tissue paper, I called Lynne. 

"Did you get any references on her?"" I asked.

"Just the name of the escort service in Omaha that she uses," she replied. "I'll call the owner and get back to you."

"Do it quick," I instructed her. 

Lynne's call came back an hour or so later. She said that she talked to the owner who said that the woman was really heavily involved in extremely sophisticated bondage, discipline, and domination but that she was not dangerous. None of his girls had ever gotten hurt although they did say the action was awfully kinky. Then she pleaded with me to take the match. $7000 for a weekend is nothing to turn down. 

I had one more bargaining chip. I said to Lynne, "I'll do it if I can have Lori any time I want for the next two, no make that three, months unless of course she is working." There was a long pause but she finally said, "Okay."

I shot an e-mail back to the woman agreeing to her demands along with a picture of myself. Not fifteen minutes later I got a reply saying I was beautiful and she loved my long brown hair. She also asked me how tall I was and what sizes I wore in shoes, pants, and dresses. So I responded saying that I was unusually tall for a woman, 6'3", and giving her my sizes. She responded by giving me directions to her house that was out in the country, west of Omaha. The e-mail ended warning me to be on time. 6 pm Friday. Oddly enough at no time during our e-mail exchange did she mention her name and Lynne had not mentioned it either. 

Well Friday finally arrived. I would not have enough time to go home and change before heading to the woman's place so I dressed more for the evening than the day, at least underneath. I chose black lace: garter belt, hose, bra, and panty. Then for day wear I chose a black pinstriped suit that did not need a blouse as long as I kept the coat on and black pumps with modest heels. My 8 inch black spikes would be in my bag. 

I had no trouble finding the place. The directions she gave me were good. She had called it a house, well it was more like a mansion build on a ton of acres and not another house in sight or sound. I arrived a few minutes early and slipped on my tall spikes. As I sat there in the car, a pretty young blond woman wearing a black latex maids outfit opened the front door and beckoned me in. I got out of the car with my little bag and walked up the stairs. The maid took the bag from me and asked me to follow her into the living room where madam would be. The maid was absolutely adorable. About 5'5", slender, really nice legs, and breasts that popped out of the bodice of her uniform. Her breasts were, however, way too large for her slender frame. I sensed silicone. 

When I entered the living room I froze. Madam was indeed there but so was a man. He was naked, kneeling on the floor wearing a riding saddle, a bridal, and a pony tail stuck in his ass. It also looked like his cock was inside of some strange contraption but I had difficulty seeing it. The woman was wearing black latex chaps, shinny red spikes, a red latex bustier that supported her firm breasts and just barely covered her nipples, red latex elbow length gloves, a black latex thong, and a black harness with a black strap on attached to it. She was stunningly beautiful but also very menacing.

"Welcome," she said.

I stared at her and said, "No one said anything about a man being here. I am strictly lesbian and want nothing to do with a man. Otherwise I am out of here."

"Uppity little bitch aren't you," she sneered. "Have no fear he does not participate. He only watches and he only gets an erection when he is being flogged or when he is sucking another man's cock. He is gay and I am not allowing him to have any male friends this weekend. He is being punished. He failed to get me something I really liked for our anniversary. In any case he will be locked in the dungeon for most of the weekend."

"Okay," I replied confused and wondering what she meant by the dungeon.

"That is a beautiful suit you are wearing," she observed somewhat sarcastically. "It looks very expensive. You must be someone important."

"I don't know about important," I answered back truthfully. "But I am a rather successful business woman."

"You don't seem particularly submissive," she remarked. "Lynne assured me that you are."

"We have not started to play yet, have we?"

"No I guess not," she answered back. "Would you care for a glass of wine before we begin?"

"Yes that would be very nice, chardonnay if you have it," I replied.

"Well take a seat on the sofa," she directed. Then she called out "Cunt bring some chardonnay for out guest." 

Another young woman appeared also wearing a latex maids outfit. She was as beautiful as the blond and about the same age but she was a natural red head. She opened the wine and poured two glasses for us. The woman sat down next to me, reached for her glass and began to sip. Then she took a piece of paper that was laying face down on the table, handed it to me and asked me to read it. It read as follows:

Consensual Slavery Contract

I, the slave, agree to obey my mistress and follow her every command, order, desire, or wish. I understand that I am her property and that she can, at any time, do anything she wants to me unless such an action is prohibited. The following actions are on the prohibited list:

•Drawing of blood •Burning the body •Drastic loss of circulation •Causing internal bleeding •Breaking of bones •Loss of consciousness •Withholding of food, water, or sunlight for extended periods of time •Suffocation •Drowning •Freezing •Sex with animals •Sex with children •Sex with men •Touching or ingesting of feces. •Loss of hair

The slave agrees to perform any and all sexual favors that the mistress desires at any time that pleases the mistress including the drinking of her urine as a sign of devotion. 

Mistress reserves the right to punish her slave at any time and for any reason. The slave will comply with the chosen punishment willingly and with enthusiasm. 

Mistress may loan the slave me out to other mistresses at any time as long as the other mistress agrees to the list of prohibited actions. The slave is to show her other mistresses the same love and devotion that she shows to her primary mistress. The slave shall not enter into slavery under another mistress without the consent of the slave's primary mistress.

Mistress may direct her slave to engage in sexual acts with other women for the entertainment of the slave's mistress. The slave will never engage in sexual acts with other women without the permission of her mistress. 

The slave will relinquish all worldly possessions to her mistress who will take full responsibility for the slave's care, feeding, and clothing. The slave will dress as her mistress desires and a wardrobe will be provided to the slave. Panties or pantyhose will never be worn by the slave except during the slave's menstrual cycle or at the specific direction of her mistress. 

The slave may not look at or speak to her mistress unless specifically instructed to do so. Mistress will be referred to by the slave as Madam, Mistress or Ma'am. Slave will be known as Slave and that is what she will be called except in public where her given first name will be used. In public, the slave may refer to her Mistress by her given first name.

The slave will have the following safe word ___________________________ When it is invoked, all activities will come to an immediate end.

The slave will have following safe sign _______________________________ When it is invoked, all activities will come to an immediate end.

The slave agrees to worship and love her mistress.

Slavery will begin at the time this contract is signed by both the slave and the Mistress. 

Slavery will end on the following specified date. 

Beginning date and time of slavery _____________________________

Ending date and time of slavery ________________________________

Signature of the Slave _______________________________

Signature of the Mistress _____________________________

If the slave so desires, there can be no ending date to this agreement. The slave's signature below will indicate that she is willing to enter her slavery to her mistress for eternity or until her mistress tires of her. In that case, only the mistress can terminate this contract. 

Signature of the slave agreeing to an eternity of servitude.

_______________________________

"Are you willing to sign that?" she asked.

"Not the part about owning my possessions," I replied. 

"Reasonable," she answered. "That is actually the long term contract that my two permanent slaves, Bitch and Cunt, have signed. I own them completely. We can cross that out and both of us will initial it. We will also add a specific time period from the date of signing until 6 pm on Sunday. Do you find that agreeable?"

"Yes I do," I replied with a funny tingling sensation. The idea of a legal binding slave contract was so sexy. 

Picking up a pen she asked me for my safe word and sign. 

"Pickle and the V sign with my fingers," I replied as she filled them in and crossed out the paragraph about having no worldly possessions. 

"Excellent choices," she remarked as she handed me a pen.

I nervously signed it after she made the changes. 

"What am I to call you?" I asked humbly. 

"Mistress, Madam, or Ma'am. Take your pick or use all three. And you shall be called slave since I do not know what your real name is, nor do I really want to know it. All I know about you is your e-mail address and that now you belong to me. Remove your suit. I want to see if your taste in lingerie is as good as your taste in outer ware."

I stood and slowly removed my suit jacket and the maid called Cunt was there to take it. She was the blond.

"Nice," she remarked.

I reached around and unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor then stepped out of it. Cunt was there to pick it up.

"Wonderful," she remarked. "A beautiful young woman who appreciates the luxury of old fashioned hose and garter belts. Your lingerie looks beautiful on you."

"Thank you Mistress," I curtseyed.

"Bitch bring me the collar," she ordered. 

Bitch walked away and came back a few minutes later carrying a black leather collar with chrome studs on the outside, a D ring, and a long chrome chain attached to it. 

"Put that on," she ordered.

I took it from Bitch and slipped it around my neck fastening it in back with the little belt like closure. The long chain fell until it almost touched the floor and I lowered my head in obedience, with my pussy beginning to leak. There was something erotically complicitous by doing this myself instead of someone doing it to me. By my own hands I enter into my own submission and domination.

She walked over to stand in front of me and removed her gloves in front of my lowered face. Her nails were nicely manicured but rather short and her fingers were thin and delicate. I wondered what it would be like to have her hand inside of me and the thought caused me to have a pussy fart that was quite audible and also resulted in a gush. 

"A squirter?" she asked as she ran her hands through my hair.

"Yes Ma'am."

"Wonderful and such beautiful hair."

"Thank you Mistress."

I felt one of her slaves unhook the back of my bra and pull the straps off my shoulders. The woman's hands went to my breasts and gently rubbed them.

"Lovely. Really quite lovely."

One of the maids, I think it was Cunt, slipped my panties off of my hips and down my legs. I stepped out of them. Yes it was Cunt. 

She handed them to the woman and said, "They are very wet Ma'am."

She raised my panties to her nose as she stared at my pussy. "She smells wonderful."

Then she licked the wet crotch and said, "She tastes even better. One of you slaves will be rewarded this weekend. I'll let one of you lick her pussy which is really quite lovely and devoid of hair."

She turned to the maid called Bitch and told her to take me downstairs and put me in the outfit she had selected earlier in the day. I was led away by Bitch who pulled on my chain and forced me to follower her down a steep staircase into a cold and damp, dimly lit basement. She opened a door and pulled me into a brightly lit room that was covered from ceiling to floor in red rubber. There was no furniture, only a built in bench that was also covered in red rubber. 

She sat me down on the bench and gently removed my shoes, hose, and garter belt. She was absolutely adorable with her natural red wavy hair and freckles, nice tits sticking up from the low bodice of her uniform; tits that were actually a bit too big for her tiny frame. 

She spread my knees and lowered her mouth to my cunt and began licking me. With the anticipation that had been building inside of me all day, I came almost immediately. 

She leaned back and said, "Please don't tell Mistress I did that or I'll be severely punished."

"I won't say anything," I replied smiling at the adorable young girl wondering if I would get a chance to kiss her, play with her breasts, and lick her pussy. She looked so delectable and true red heads are so very rare. 

She pulled me to a standing position by my chain and then reached for a can of talcum powder and began to sprinkle me all over with it. She explained that the powder would make it easier to get into the cat suit which she handed me. I stepped into it in wonder. I had never done anything like this before and I was strangely excited. 

The suit was a bitch to get on but the two of us finally got me into it. It was footless with long sleeves and zipped up the back. There was another zipper starting just below my waist and running down my crotch and back up to the middle of my ass. Before zipping me all the way up, she removed my collar because the collar of the suit went up to my chin. With the suit fully zipped up she replaced the collar and placed a red latex hood over my head. It had openings for my eyes, nostrils, and mouth. Then she sat me down and laced my feet and legs into a pair of black, knee high ballet boots. 

She pulled me to my feet by the chain. I could hardly walk in the boots. Then she sat me back down again and placed black leather wrist cuffs on me and attached my wrists to a spreader bar that was about 3 feet long. Then she pressed a switch on the wall. 

A few minutes later the Mistress entered carrying what looked like a gas mask with a long black extension on it with an oval end. She hooked the spreader bar to a chain hanging from the ceiling and then turned a crank which pulled me to my feet. She placed the mask over my face and told me to breath easy. 




More Than I Bargained For



Then she unzipped the crotch of the suit, rubbed some sort of sticky jelly on the oval end of the extension and then placed the oval end over my pussy while Bitch tied the attached straps around my waist and thighs so that the oval end was tightly pressed against my pussy. As I continued to breath I could feel my labia expanding as well as my clit. The two of them left without saying a word and turned the light off.

As I hung there in the darkness my heart was racing and I was breathing hard. The harder I breathed, the more suction was applied to my pussy making both my labia and my clitoris swell. In total disbelief, I was giving myself an orgasm by merely breathing.

I lost total track of time and I had lost count of the number of orgasms I had managed to give myself. Before I passed out, I was vaguely aware that it was becoming unbearably hot inside of the cat suit and I was sweating like a pig. 

When I woke up I was laying naked on the floor and this time Cunt was reattaching the collar to my neck. She pulled me to my feet and dragged me out of the room and down a hall to a bathroom that had a shower stall. She put my hair in a shower cap and pushed me into the stall and proceeded to soap me all up paying particular attention to my pussy and my ass. Then she rinsed me off and allowed me out of the stall and handed me a large towel for me to use to dry off.

I followed her down the hall and into a dressing room. She informed me that dinner was to be served in a little while and that I needed to get dressed. She handed me a pair of black, extra long thigh high stockings and told me to put them on. I did and then she had me put on a red strapless latex mini dress with a hem that went to the middle of my thighs. The dress was very tight and form fitting, and the built in bra pushed my breasts up but still covered my nipples. She handed me a pair of red leather, 8 in spikes and told me to sit at the vanity where she applied a very heavy coat of red lipstick to my lips. I looked almost normal except for the collar, well as normal as one can look in a very tight and shiny red latex dress that I would consider wearing out in public because it looked so damn sexy on me. People tell me that red is a good color for me. 

Cunt escorted me upstairs to the dining room where Mistress was sitting at a long table with someone who appeared at first glance to be another woman. On second glance it was her husband dressed up to look like a woman. I could not help staring at him/her as I took my seat. He/she looked just like a woman, although not a very attractive one.

"Don't worry about her," Mistress said. "The fag is a transvestite who prefers to present himself as a woman most of the time."

He/she, whatever, simply looked down at the table in shame.

"How many orgasms did you have?" she asked.

"I'm sorry Ma'am," but I lost count," I replied noticing that she had changed into a black latex mini dress that was identical to my red one. 

"We were monitoring you," she went on. "By what we heard, we counted 21 Os."

"That's incredible, Ma'am."

"We have to monitor you because Bitch almost suffocated to death in that contraption," she went on to explain. "I noticed that you have no trouble walking in those shoes."

"No Ma'am," I replied. "I have a fetish for very high heels and a lot of practice walking in them."

"Good," she replied. "They make your legs look absolutely fantastic." 

Bitch and Cunt served us dinner and wine, and both were wonderfully delicious.

She paused while eating and said, "Lynne says that you are quite experienced as a submissive. What is the most drastic thing that you have ever done?" "Well what you just did to me was pretty far out," I meekly answered. 

"No. I meant before," she hissed. 

"Well the most painful was electro torture at a club in Chicago," I murmured. "My mistress went too far and it hurt like hell."

She looked at me with deep sympathy and said, "No. I want to know the most erotic submission you have experienced."

It did not take me long to answer. "A former mistress use to make me wear a punishment panty from time to time."

"Explain," she insisted forcefully.

"Well it's like an old lady's long line panty girdle with a high waist cincher except it is made out of rubber and has a built in butt plug and dildo," I explained. "It zips up the back and is very tight and the zipper can be locked closed so I cannot get out of it." 

"Sounds uncomfortable," she remarked.

"It can be at first," I replied. "But you get use to it. Although walking in it can be incredibly arousing. The plug and the dildo move in and out of you as you walk, causing unexpected orgasms if you walk too much."

"Delightful," she proclaimed. "What is you have to perform a natural function?"

I paused and then said, "Well the girdle is so very tight and the legs are so long and the waist is so high that, well, you don't leak." 

"So you have to sit in your filth until your mistress unlocks the girdle?" she asked in amazement. 

"Yes," I whispered back. "Very humiliating."

"I can imagine," she grinned. "What about odor?"

"Not until you take it off," I explained. 

"God where can I get one of those," she insistently asked. "I'd love to put Bitch into one of them."

"I can direct you to a web site Ma'am," I replied noting the look of horror on Bitch's face and wondering why the mistress would choose such and ugly name for such a beautiful young girl."

After dinner, I followed Madam into the den where she poured us two brandies and she sat close to me on the white leather sofa. She put her arm around me and between sips of brandy we kissed deeply and erotically. 

She pulled the hem of her skirt up around her waist and pushed me to the floor between her legs. She did not tell me what I was supposed to do. I leaned forward and ran my tongue between her labia, delighted by the fact that her pussy was devoid of hair like mine. She tasted absolutely wonderful so I went about using my skills in cunnilingus to give her six really intense orgasms in the course of an hour until she finally said "Enough!"

"That was wonderful," she said after recovering. "It was so good in fact that I do not see any need to punish you. Instead I will reward you."

She rang a little silver bell and Cunt showed up.

"Send Bitch in here," she ordered. 

Bitch showed up and she ordered her to eat me. I gladly pulled the hem of my dress up around my waist, sat on the sofa, and spread my legs. I was treated to some very nice Os for the next 45 minutes or so. 

"Now it is time for you to go to bed young lady," she said as she grabbed my chain and yanked on it. 

She led me back down into a basement and into a room that was also all covered in rubber. This time it was light blue rubber. She told me to take my dress off and hand it to Cunt. Cunt took it out of the room. She told me to lay down on the large rubber covered table in the center of the room and spread my legs and arms. Out came long silken cords that were wrapped several times around my wrists and ankles before my extremities were tied to the corners of the table. Then several lengths of cord were slipped around my waist and a vibrating wand was tight tightly to my pussy, making contact with not only my labia but also my clitoris. 

"I am going to set this thing on random vibration," she explained. "It will go on and off at random intervals and for differing lengths of time and intensity. It will stimulate you and perhaps keep you in a constant state of arousal, but you might get lucky and receive a long enough and intense enough vibration that might give you some orgasmic relief."

She was gently rubbing my breasts when she said that. Her hand was soft and warm and she was so pretty I was already starting to leak again. 

I heard her click the switch and place the control box on the floor. The two of them left saying that someone would be in to check on me from time to time. They left a dim light on. I did not feel anything for a while and then the thing started to slowly vibrate and buzz, increasing with intensity and causing the expected reaction in me. I was about halfway to an orgasm when the damn thing shut off leaving me gasping for relief. Then the thing came on again with great intensity that hurt more than stimulate. Then it shut off leaving me shaking. 

It was off for a while and I began to doze off when all of a sudden it came on again slow and strong pushing and pushing me almost to the point of cumming when it shut off again. It kept doing the same thing to me for a long time, off and on, off and on, but with no relief. Cunt checked in on me several time and I pleaded with her to turn it on steady but all she did was sneer at me. I didn't like her. She was pretty and all, but there was something I just did not like about her unlike Bitch who I thought was wonderful. 

Mistress showed up after another hour of torment and finally shut the thing off.

"Did you cum?" she asked politely.

"No Ma'am," I replied. "And I really do need to cum."

"Well it won't be tonight my Dear," she replied as Cunt and Bitch untied me. I got dusted with more powder and placed into a royal blue latex suit. This suit has a hood attached to it but with no openings for my eyes or nostrils. It did have a mouth piece that I had to put my mouth over in order to breath. The suit had feet and gloves, well actually mittens without fingers. When I was zipped into it, I was totally encased in latex.

They led me to yet another room and laid me down on something and pulled some material over me and fitted the tube through it. Then the material was zipped up and I could feel it begin to press harder and harder against me. The sound of a motor and gushing air told me that I was in some sort of suction bag. I started to panic because I am a bit on the claustrophobic side but I could not speak my safe word nor could I make my safe sign. All of a sudden there was dead silence and I had to simply lay there fighting off the fears of being confined and suffocated. I soon realized that if I stopped struggling I could breath easy. I wondered if they were planning on keeping me in this thing all night.

I fell asleep but woke up again at who knows what time. I had to pee and shit. I just laid there totally unable to move and eventually unable to hold my pee or shit. It felt incredibly uncomfortable as my hot urine found its way down my legs and up my stomach. The smell of the combination of urine and feces made me want to throw up, but I had to stifle that. I could never do that without choking to death because of the mouth piece that allowed me to breath. I eventually fell back to sleep. 

I awoke again. I was out of the bag and my hood was off. Mistress, Bitch, and Cunt were standing around me looking at me.

"The fucking bitch smells terrible," Cunt proclaimed. 

"Shut up Cunt or you will get no cock to suck," Mistress hissed. 

She was dressed in English riding gear and informed me that she was going for her morning ride and that Cunt would clean up my mess and Bitch would arrange for me to shower and dress me properly. 

Cunt complained about having to clean up and she got Mistresses's riding crop right across the face causing her to fall to the floor and begin crying. Mistress left and the two of them got me out of the awful suit. Bitch walked me to the bathroom, placed me in the shower, took her clothes off and joined me in the shower. We lovingly soaped each other up and fingered each other to mutual orgasm. When we were dried off she asked me not to tell Mistress. 

"Of course not," I replied. "I really like you, but I do not care for Cunt at all."

"Well she's not my favorite person either. Mistress keeps her around because she has a very long and thick cock." 

"What?" I blinked.

"Didn't you know?" she replied. "Cunt is a transsexual. Mistress is paying for her transformation. Mistress likes cock every once in a while, but only from transsexuals. She is not into men." 

"Does she fuck her husband when he is in drag?" I asked amazed and amused.

"Yeah but only in the ass with a strap on," she giggled. "He's a real fruit cake."

I paused and said, "Can I ask you something personal?"

"You want to know why I am Mistresses' slave. Well I got bounced from one horrible foster home to another until I landed here. Mistress is very good to me and I am actually in love with her. Down deep she is a really good person and she has never really hurt me bad or made me do stuff I don't really want to do."

"Okay," I replied. Knowing full well what it was like to be owned by Astrid until she went psycho on me and began to really hurt me both physically and mentally. 

"Come on follow me," she said. "We are going to get you dressed. Mistress left specific orders."

We went into the dressing room in the basement and Bitch handed me a white lace garter belt which I put on. Then she rolled up some tan, back seemed stocking on my legs and attached them to the garters. Next came a gauzy white cotton dress with a low neck line and a full circle skirt that reached my ankles. Then she handed me a pair of white platform sandals that laced up to the knee. 

After blow drying my hair and placing a modest amount of make up on me, she took me by the hand and led me to the kitchen where Cunt was preparing breakfast. Bitch poured me some coffee and orange juice as I sat at the large kitchen table over looking the pasture in which Mistress was riding her horse. Hubby came down to join us in a silk shirtwaist dress, hose, heels, makeup, and wig. 

Cunt stood next to him. He lifted her cotton poly black maid's dress, reached inside of her panties, pulled out a very long and thick cock, and began sucking on it. 

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Bitch warned. "Mistress said no cock for you this weekend."

"Look you miserable fag!" I hollered. "Stop that right now."

"Make me," the creep hissed. 

I got up from the table, made a fist and hit him in the face with it sending him to the floor. Then I kicked him about six times in the balls informing him that his mistress had told him no cock for the weekend.

"That's correct Julia," her voice sounded behind me. "Thank you for stopping him and you did it very well. You have my compliments. Bitch go and get the bulb and tube."

"Yes Madame."

I had no idea what she was talking about, all I knew was that hubby was curled up on the floor hugging his crotch and crying.

"Lynne says you switch," she said. 

"Yes Ma'am. I do."

"I like that," she replied. "Ever domme a man."

"No Ma'am."

"Well now you have your chance," she hissed. 

Bitch returned with a way oversized enema bulb in her hands with a thin clear tube attached to it. Mistress went to a cupboard in the kitchen and took out three cans of warm beer. She opened them, stuck the tube in them and filled the huge bulb full of the beer. 

She handed the device to me and said, "Take the tube and shove it deep inside of his pathetic little penis and fill him with the beer."

Being a lesbian one might think that I would be repulsed by touching a man's cock, but I've touched hundreds of cocks in my time trying to prove to myself that I was not a lesbian and that I was simply bi. Well it didn't work. So I yanked his pathetic little weenie out of his panties and slowly insert the clear tube into his pee hole while he whimpered and cried. Once I got it fully embedded into what one can jokingly call his man hood, I pumped the bulb and the beer began to flow into him causing him to cry and whimper even more.

I watched in fascination as his scrotum began to increase in size and strangely enough he was starting to get an erection.

I emptied the bulb into him and Mistress came over and shoved a darning needle down his piss hole. He withered on the floor screaming in pain and crying. This was getting to be too much even for me. Then all of a sudden his cock erupted despite being plugged up and all of the warm beer gushed out onto the kitchen floor.

"Bitch. Take the fag to his cell in the basement and lock him in then join me in my bedroom," she ordered. "Cunt you clean up this mess." She turned to face me and said, "And you follow me."

"Why do I always have to do the cleanup," Cunt complained.

Mistress pushed her over a kitchen chair, lifted her skirt and began whipping her panty covered ass with her riding crop until the poor thing started to sob and cry. Then she pulled Cunt's panties off and began whipping her again until her ass was bright red but no blood was let. When she stopped, she looked down at Cunt with distain. Cunt rolled onto her back on the floor and she was sporting an incredibly large erection. "You may jerk off before you clean up this mess."

She turned and walked to the foyer. I followed her upstairs where she sat on her bed in a very spacious master bedroom suite and asked me help her off with her riding boots. I knelt in front of her and pulled one boot off and then the other. 

"Ma'am? May I ask a question?"

"Yes if it is not too personal," she replied. 

"Well then I better not ask," I responded. 

"No go ahead," she instructed. "I'll determine if your question is too personal."

"Okay. Why are you so hard with Cunt and so loving with Bitch?"

She paused for a moment and said, "Because I don't like Cunt. She is not a nice person. Bitch on the other hand is a wonderful young woman and I am very fond of her, but don't tell her I said that. She can get a bit uppity at times. Shhh she is coming." 

Turning to Bitch she said, "Darling draw me a bath and then come help me undress."

She took off her riding coat and handed it to me. Then came her jodhpurs which she also handed to me. Bitch showed up to take them from me along with Mistress's blouse, socks, and panties. 

"They all need to be cleaned," she remarked. 

"I'll take them to the laundry shoot and make sure they go to the cleaners tomorrow," she replied walking away. 

"Come into the bathroom with me my Dear," she commanded in a gentle way standing there in all of her naked glory, a truly prefect specimen of a woman. I wanted her again desperately.

The bathroom was as big as the bedroom and all marble, glass, and brass. Bitch had removed her clothes and was sitting in a gigantic, marble, whirlpool tub filled with bubbles, holding loofa sponge in her hand. Mistress slid in with her back to Bitch and Bitch began washing her back. 

"Pull up a chair and sit," she said to me. I did and then she told me how lovely I looked in the white cotton gauze dress. She said that it was an antique and it had belonged to her mother. 

"I guess tallness runs in the family," I remarked. 

"Yes it does," she responded. "One of the reasons I was so attracted to you when I saw your pictures on Lynne's web site was the fact that you are as tall as I am and slender like me. It is hard to find someone like you."

"That fucking bitch told me she took my picture down," I said to myself. "Now I find out she has more pictures of me. Where the fuck did she get them. I'm going to kill her." 

She must have seen the anger on my face because she asked, "Is there anything wrong my Dear."

I paused for a very long time before I said, "Last night you went too far. I could not use my safe word or my safe sign. I am rather claustrophobic and I had a panic attack in that bag last night."

"I am very sorry about that," she replied sincerely. "Most women I know find the compression bag to be quite soothing. I meant it for you in that way. Is there anything I could do to make it up to you."

I quickly knew the answer to that question but I was slow in responding. I put myself in my most fundamental slave role and said in a halting and soft voice, "You can . . . let me . . . make love to you . . . for the rest of the day."




More Than I Bargained For



"What a delightful idea," she replied. "A long afternoon of passion, lust, and who knows, perhaps some love thrown in."

She said that in a rather throaty tone because Bitch had taken a soft cloth and was obviously rubbing her pussy with it. I watched as Bitch proceeded to give Mistress a very satisfying orgasm. When she recovered, she and Bitch stood and turned the shower on to rinse themselves off. Bitch left the tub first and put on an expensive, thick terry robe and then held out a very thick and expensive bath towel to wipe down Mistress. 

I sat there with my pussy leaking as Bitch patted Mistress dry and took the blow dryer to her hair as she sat at the vanity. When her hair was dry Bitch went out of the bathroom and returned with a beautiful floor length, gold brocade robe for Mistress to put on. She stood and let the little young woman put it around her shoulders. Then she belted it and walked into the master suite. 

There was a bench seat built into the casement window and she sat down to look outside. It had started to rain. A window was open and cold air came blowing in, usually cold and damp for early September. She asked Bitch to turn the fireplace on and to get us some wine. She motioned me over and pointed to the floor at her feet. I knelt down and she put her foot in my lap. I assumed I was supposed to massage it, which I began doing. She started making soft cooing sounds of appreciation. She particularly liked it when I lifted her foot and put her toes in my mouth and began sucking on them as I gently massaged her instep. 

"That feels so good," she said as Bitch handed us our wine. I took a time out to take a few sips.

"Here do the other one now," she said. And of course I dutifully did what I was told because I was really getting into my subbie groove. 

After I had soothed her feet, she pulled me up onto the bench holding me close and kissing me deeply. We kissed for a very long time and as we did out hands played with each others breasts making each others nipples very hard. She was also making me extremely wet and I wondered if I was making her as wet as me. My hand went between her legs and she opened them for me. Yes she was very wet and also very hot. 

"Let's take this to the bed," she said. I followed her with my hand in hers and we sat on the edge of the bed and returned to kissing. I had noticed that Bitch was sitting in an arm chair across the room with her hand inside of her panties. She had been watching us.

"What about Bitch Ma'am?"

"Let her watch. She gets off on watching."

"Can she join us?"

"Maybe later after I have had my fill of you."

She pushed herself back on the pillows, bent her legs and the knees and opened wide.

"I want your mouth, lips, tongue, and fingers down here and you better do a good job or else there will be a paddle in your future."

I didn't have to be threatened with a paddle. I would not pass up any opportunity to make love to such a beautiful pussy so I immediate went to work if you can call it work. I slowly and deliberately built her up to the point where her entire body was shaking and she was screaming her head off. She was having one of the longest orgasms I have ever observed and she was really enjoying it until she completely collapsed, gasping for air. I let her rest for a while with my tongue and two fingers inside of her. 

"That was fucking incredible," she finally spoke. "Do it again."

Well I did do it again but not in the same way. I manipulated her G spot with a finger and her clit with a tongue in such a way as to cause her to have a long series of little orgasms, each one building upon the last until I had her shaking and screaming again. Some where in the middle of all of this, Bitch decided that she wanted some of my pussy so she knelt down behind me and began fingering and licking me from behind. I was in heaven—a beautiful pussy in front of me with fingers inside of me and lips sucking on my clit. I came too, but not with the intensity that Mistress did. 

I pulled Bitch up to me because I wanted to kiss her and I am really glad that I did because she was a really good kisser. I unzipped the back of her uniform and she slid out of it. Her panties were already off. We kissed and fingered each other for a while.

Mistress said, "I'll be back in a bit. You girls have fun."

Well we got into a 69 with me on top. It was delicious. 

"I'm back," I heard Mistress say as two fingers entered my pussy and played around inside of me as Bitch sucked on my clit. I turned my attention to Bitch's pussy because I really wanted to give her a mind blowing orgasm. My concentration was interrupted as I felt something enter my pussy. At first I thought Mistress was fucking me with a dildo but when I looked up she was standing at the side of the bed. The dildo didn't feel right it felt all too real. I turned my head and saw Cunt kneeling behind me. Jesus fucking Christ I was being fucked by a real cock. 

"Pickle!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Mistress called out, "Stop."

Cunt did stop but with her cock buried deep inside of me. Mistress placed her hands on my back to hold me down.

"What's the matter?" she asked. "Afraid of a little cock? Although it is not so little."

"I said the safe word," I insisted. 

"Are you sure you don't want to reconsider?" Mistress remarked. "My preference is for women but I find I like a real cock from time to time. And don't worry, Cunt is disease free."

I thought about it for a moment. It had been a long time since I had a real cock inside of me and frankly it felt good. I particularly like the fact that it was so damn hot."

"Look. I'm not protected," I said. "I might get pregnant."

"Don't worry," Mistress replied. "I have morning after pills that I will give you. No worry about pregnancy."

I thought for a moment and said "Okay."

Cunt began pushing her cock in and out of me as I returned to fingering and licking Bitch. I have to admit it felt rather good. I'm a dildo queen and love to be fucked by women either by hand or with the use of a strap on, and Cunt really seemed to know what she was doing. Her cock felt fantastic inside of me and she managed to find my spot on both the in and out strokes. She had me cumming in minutes. Then all of a sudden she pulled out and rammed her cock into my ass. Fuck that hurt. 

Mistress placed her hands on my back to hold me down while Cunt used my ass for her pleasure. Fortunately the pain let up a bit. Actually I am not a newbie when it comes to anal sex. Women have fucked me in the ass with toys before and I have enjoyed it. This was a little different, however. Cunt's cock was so fucking hot and I could feel it throb inside of me. To add to my pleasure Bitch's tiny little hand had found its way inside of my pussy and she was churning it while she sucked on my clit. Orgasms began to erupt uncontrollably inside of me and I kept cumming and cumming until I nearly passed out. In the end, Cunt's cock exploded inside of me and I could feel her hot cum splashing my insides. That along with the hand inside of me was enough to cause me to pass out. 

When I woke up I was alone. I padded to the bathroom. Took a shit and a pee and washed myself as best I could. I put the white dress back on and headed down stairs to see where everyone was. 

Madam was sitting in the den watching a news channel. 

"Well it's after 6," she said. "Our session is over."

She reached for two envelops and handed them to me. 

"The thick one is for Lynne. The thin one is a little bonus for you. Dinner will be served in a little bit. Would you like to stay and dine with us and keep me company?"

Actually I was quite hungry so I willingly agreed but only on the condition that the session was really over.

"Nice to meet you Fawn," I replied. "I'm Julia, but my friends call me Julie."

"I prefer Julia. It is nice and old fashioned." 

Bitch came in and announced that dinner was ready. Fawn and I went into the formal dining room. She took her place at the head of the table and there was a place setting for me next to her. Bitch served, Cunt and hubby were no where in sight. 

"Julia Dear. Would you consider another match with me without the submission?"

"If you are talking plain old vanilla sex," I replied. "I'm up for it. I really enjoy making love to you."

"Yes and I enjoy making love to you too. That's why I asked. The fee for the match would not be as high, however."

"That's understandable," I replied. "I think you and I make a pretty good match."

"I'm thinking the same thing," she replied. "Would you consider a 24/7 arrangement?"

"Truthfully Fawn, no. I have a career I enjoy too much."

"I knew that would be your answer," she replied sadly. Then she asked, "Do you think you can stay the night?"

"I'd have to get up very early in the morning to drive home and put on a new suit. I can't wear the same suit I wore on Friday. I'm closing a deal tomorrow with some people I met on Friday. I need something new to wear."

"I can give you an outfit to wear," she responded eagerly. "I have so many that I will not miss one, and I am planning on giving you that red latex dress you wore, simply because you look so good in it."

"I don't know Fawn. You lead a pretty weird lifestyle. I'm only a visitor to your way of life and there are some parts of it I do not like."

"Such as?" she asked.

"Your husband for one and then there is Cunt."

"There is not much I can do about hubby. He is the way he is. I'm getting ready to cut Cunt loose. Her transformation is complete and I have a job waiting for her in a distant city." 

There was a long moment of silence between us. Then she said, "I have not made love to you this entire weekend and I desperately want to do so."

Well that was it. I caved. I wanted this woman so badly no matter how weird she is. 

"Okay," I said with a smile. "I'll stay with you tonight."

She sighed with an incredible look of relief on her face and then she said, "I bet you are a pretty good domme. We could make a hell of a team if you were willing to switch."

"You mean I domme you?" I asked in bewilderment.

"Perhaps in time after I have taught you some of the finer points of sophisticated domination. None of the ordinary stuff. You need to be trained to carry off true sophisticated domination and I would love to be your teacher."

"Maybe," I replied. 

After dinner we went up to her bedroom where she made love to me like no woman has ever made love to me before and I think I may have returned the favor. We napped briefly between bouts of sexual bliss and in the morning she offered me what was obviously an outrageously expensive grey silk suit to wear for work that day. My black hose, shoes, and lingerie did not go with the suit so she gave me a lovely white lace bra and panty set to wear along with a white lace garter belt, nude hose, and grey pumps. 

Before I put on my lipstick she gave me a long, slow, deep kiss and then looked in the eyes and said, "I could very easily fall in love with you and something tells me that you would make a wonderful wife."

I thought it prudent not to say anything in return knowing full well that I wanted to be some woman's wife but not sure if Fawn was the one. I may be submissive, and possibly domme under the right conditions, but I have a good career and if I become some woman's wife, I will be an independent professional working wife."

When I got in the car with my small bag that now contained the suit I wore to her place on Friday as well as the red latex dress and the white gauze dress. I took a peek inside of the envelop that was meant for me. I counted out ten five hundred dollar bills. 

"Boy did I get more than I bargained for on this match," I thought to myself as I drove away from her mansion also wondering what might happen if I bought into her lifestyle of sophisticated domination and become her wife. The very thought of both ideas made my fresh panties wet. 



More Than I Bargained For



[ also known on various sites as horny_dad and lexxjld ]

(Note: Because of the length of time it has taken me to finish this story, I am submitting it whole. If you have kept the first parts, this replaces them. Enjoy!)

1: Fantasy

I stared intently at the small video playing on my computer screen, even though it was the fourth time I'd watched it. Only three minutes long, yet it fed into one of my wildest fantasies - of being made to come just by being fucked, without anyone touching my cock.

The man being fucked in the video was about my height and build: 6'3" with a slim tight body and a thin cock about 8" long. Like me he had very little body hair, and large sensitive-looking nipples. The man fucking him was shorter and hairier, with a medium-sized but quite thick cock.

Thin man was lying on his back, his knees drawn up to his chest. His cock was firm but not fully erect, his asshole glistening with spit or lube. Hairy man knelt between his thighs and in one smooth movement slid the big head of his cock straight in, followed by the rest of his length. Thin man gasped and immediately his cock hardened, standing straight up from his belly like a steel rod.

Hairy man moved slowly and carefully to begin with, probing thin man's insides until he found the right spot, then he gradually began to thrust harder and harder. Thin man started groaning, and bubbles of precum started to appear at the tip of his uncut cock. The thrusting continued, evidently hitting thin man's prostate, because his cock throbbed and burped out more precum at each stroke.

Leaning forward more, hairy man wet his thumbs and stroked thin man's nipples, while continuing his inexorable thrusts. Thin man moaned loudly and began to raise his hips to try to match his partner's motions. The flow of precum was now almost constant. The camera zoomed in, showing the fucker's hairy stomach sliding over the bottom's balls, and the pool of precum in his navel.

Sharp barking sounds now came from the fuckee at each thrust, and the video clearly showed the swelling of his cock at each jolt to his lovenut. Hairy man began to be more vocal, muttering, "Take it, take it!" over and over again. Then a quiet wailing sound started to be heard, gradually building in intensity until suddenly the bottom cried, "Oh my god, you're making me come - oh! - oh!! - oh shit!!!" and a ribbon of white cum launched up across his belly and chest. He writhed in ecstasy, and at each push of the cock inside him, more cum sprayed from the tip of his dick. The video ended with a close-up shot of the streaks and pools of cum.

I leaned back in my chair, almost on the verge of coming myself. Usually I'm a top, but just occasionally I fancy a cock inside me. The only problem is that my boyfriend Sean isn't a very good top (perhaps I don't give him enough practice!) and his cock isn't quite big enough to work me right up to a hands-free orgasm. Don't get me wrong: I certainly enjoy it when he fucks me, and he has a particular knack of timing his wanking me off so that I come just as he does, which makes him groan and me scream. However, I can tell that it's not as intense as coming hands-free while being fucked would be.

"Fancy having that done to you, do you?" The voice from behind startles me - I didn't know that Sean had come in. He'd obviously watched enough of the video, and my reaction to it, to know what I was thinking.

"Oh yes, I wish someone could fuck me like that and make me come without touching my cock."

"Not satisfied with the way I deal with you, then?" (this said with amusement, not bitterness).

"Oh yes, you're fantastic when you fuck me. But I would like to experience the added intensity ..."

"... of a hands-free orgasm," he completed my thought. "I'll have to hire in a big-cocked rentboy, then, who can fuck you into submission."

I blushed (not something I usually did for any reason). "No, I really want to experience it with *you*. I've nothing against rentboys (and some of the ones I see advertising in the gay papers almost make me come just looking at them!) but I feel that it would be such a special moment if you and I could just manage it while you're fucking me."

"Stay there and hold that thought - but don't you dare come. I'll be back in a minute."

I glanced round at his back as he left the room, and I heard the living room phone click before he closed the door.

2: Meeting

We had met some months before one Saturday night in a horrible bar in north London. Vile glittering decorations failed to hide the peeling damp wallpaper, and the whole place had a smell of decay and cigarette smoke. It wasn't a regular haunt of mine, but it was fairly close to home, and the beer was surprisingly good. Occasionally they put on a show with a stripper; on those nights there were enough men around to cruise and, occasionally, pick up to take home. On this night, though, there were just a few regulars propping up the bar, and one man sitting alone in the far corner. His face was too shadowed to see him clearly, but he often seemed to be watching me.

I walked up to the bar and asked the barman ('Crusty', his nickname was) for another pint. As I paid I glanced sideways and saw that the man had come to stand close to me and was looking at me with a very peculiar expression of mingled lust, shyness and fear. (I'm a 6'3" skinhead with a mohican haircut, and quite a lot of men are scared of me at first.)

He was somewhat shorter than me: 5'10" I guessed, and had rich longish black hair, huge green eyes, and what looked like a solid body. His lips were slightly parted, looking eminently kissable. Above the neck of his t-shirt a riot of black hair curled. I licked my lips as I visualized running my hands through it (I'm fairly hairless, but hair on other men always turns me on). He raised a hand to nervously brush his hair back from his forehead, and up his loose sleeve I could see (and smell) fresh sweat glistening in the luxuriant mat of hair there. I went from flaccid to achingly erect in about a second - fresh sweat is *such* an aphrodisiac for me.

He opened his mouth to speak, and was very surprised when I put my finger to his lips to stop him. I grabbed his arm and lifted it so that his pit was exposed, and buried my nose and mouth in the dank cavern. As I thought of rooting my cock around in that moist hair, I nearly came on the spot, it was wonderful. He just looked confused; I don't think anyone had ever worshipped his armpits before.

"Do you want another drink?" I motioned to his almost empty glass.

He glanced down at the glass, picked it up and swallowed the last mouthful. Then he gazed up at me for a moment, his expression unfathomable, and said quietly and slowly, "No thanks. But I hope you want to take me home with you. It would be undignified to beg, but I will if I must." He grinned at this last thought.

I grinned back, "As long as I can fuck your armpits," I said.

"You're a pervert."

"Yes, I know - but that's not all I'm going to fuck. You want it, don't you?"

His knees almost gave way at the thought, but he muttered, "Oh, yes. Oh, *yes*!"

"I suppose we'd better introduce ourselves. I'm Jethro. During the day I'm a gardener. At night, when I get the chance, I'm an 'uphill gardener'."

"My name's Sean, I'm a computer programmer, and you can plough my furrow any time." He seemed more confident now, and was able to banter with me. "Let's go - if we stay any longer I'll tear my clothes off and leap on you."

"That's how I feel, as well. Come on then, bring your coat."

It was chilly outside in the wind, and we pulled up our coat collars while we negotiated the pedestrian crossings over the extremely busy ring road. When we reached my block of flats, I turned to Sean and said, "Right, this is it. Last chance to back out and save your sanity."

"If this is insanity, I'm quite happy with it. Lead on!"

"There's no lift, and I live on the third floor."

"That's OK, when you've fucked me so hard I can't walk, you'll have to carry me downstairs."

As soon as we got into the flat and shut the door, I turned to him, seized him in a bearhug, and kissed him passionately. Man, he was a good kisser! I was rigidly erect, my cockhead almost poking a hole in my jeans, and I could feel precum running down my left leg (I never wear underwear). We pulled apart, both breathing hard.

"Let me have a piss, while I still can," he said, and headed off into the bathroom. I rushed into the bedroom, moved my computer off the bed, threw dirty clothes and socks into the corner, and rummaged in a drawer to find condoms and lube. When I turned round he was standing there in the doorway, beginning to take his t-shirt off. I stopped him, and told him to kneel down. There, he was at just the right height for me to thrust my aching cock into his hairy armpit. At first he found this very strange, but when my cock was glistening with his sweat I pulled it from his armpit and brushed it under his nose.

"Fuck," he breathed, "I never realised before how sexy that smells - how sexy *I* smell. And the sight of your cock, so hard, so ..." His voice tailed off, his eyes glazing over with lust. I prodded his lips with my cock and he stuck out his tongue and licked just the tip. I swear that the burst of precum this produced felt almost like coming. He avidly licked it off, then opened his mouth wide ready to suck my whole cock in.

I pulled back and stopped him. "If you suck me you'll make me come, and I don't want to just yet. Stand there and let me undress you." As I had hoped, the black hair continued down his hairy chest and across his flat belly. It was in strong contrast to his creamy white skin. I followed the trail down to his waistband with my finger and he groaned. While I undid his jeans I looked into his eyes. He still looked surprised, as if he couldn't believe this was happening to him. My lips met his just as I unzipped him. He gasped and his eyes widened. I pushed him and he fell backwards on to the bed, his feet still on the floor. Quickly pulling off his shoes, followed by his jeans, I buried my face in his white briefs and savoured the musky smell of a man in heat.

It doesn't take much imagination to work out how we spent that night and most of Sunday. Every time one of us came we smeared the hot cum all over our chests and nipples, which just seemed to spur us on to more inventive fucking and sucking. Sean proved to be an insatiable bottom - so much so that we ran out of condoms and I had to get dressed to go and buy some more. While I was out I also bought some bananas to prevent potassium starvation and give us enough energy to carry on. When I returned, he was lying relaxed on his back on the bed. The room reeked of cum and sweat, which gave me an instant hard-on again. Despite all the times he had come, his erection was sticking up rigidly. I quickly threw off my clothes, lubed up my arse, rolled a condom on his cock and sat down hard on it. I'm usually a top, but enjoy a good fuck from a man I like and trust. After his initial surprise he soon got into a rhythm, and when I held on to the headboard and got into a squatting position, he really hammered his cock into me until he yelled and squirted.

So far it had all been wild sex, but we were now both shattered, and just lay there cuddling and chatting quietly about our lives. He rolled over until he was on top of me, and started to kiss me gently but passionately, while stroking my mohican. Suddenly I noticed that he was crying. "What's wrong, Sean?"

"Nothing," he sniffled. After a pause he wiped his face and continued, "This has been so wonderful I don't want it to end."

"It doesn't have to end," I replied with a grin, "we can meet again and fuck like bunnies." He started to cry again. "I'm sorry, isn't that what you want?"

"Oh yes, don't get me wrong - the sex has been absolutely sensational! But Jethro, I feel so close to you now, emotionally ... Oh shit! I'm such an idiot!"

Totally confused now, I said gently, "I'm sorry, I really don't understand. Why do you think you're an idiot?"

"Because to you this is just a weekend shag-fest. Next weekend you'll find another victim to seduce - you'll soon forget about me." More tears. "Oh, Jethro ..."

Glimmers of light began to gleam in my sex-fuddled brain. To him this wasn't merely sex, it was a deep emotional experience. But was he right? - was this just a shag-fest for me? Would I immediately forget about him and find another hunky man for the following weekend? I pondered this question for a while. It was certainly an accurate description of my life so far: a man each weekend - more if I could get them - and some of them so fleeting that I couldn't remember their faces or their names (if I ever even knew their names).

With my thumbs I gently wiped the tears from his cheeks. This just made him cry more, and he stretched out on top of me, buried his face in my shoulder and began to sob. It was as I put my arms round him to comfort him that it suddenly came over me in a rush. Although it hadn't occurred to me before, this weekend *had* felt different from all the others. I did care about this man. Hesitantly I said, "I - could - love you, Sean."

He stiffened and raised his head to look at me in amazement and confusion. Quietly he said, "Whatever you do, don't just say what you think I want to hear ... I may be an idiot, but I'm not *that* much of an idiot."

I drew his head down to mine and kissed him, at first softly, then with growing passion. He resisted for a while, then avidly joined in, his tongue snaking into my mouth until we were both gasping. "You're not an idiot, and you're wrong," I said. "Oh, you're right about the usual pattern of my weekends - I'm not one to remain celibate for long - but this weekend *has* been really special, *you* are really special, and I'll say it again: I could love you, Sean. At the moment I can't say more than that - but I can tell you that you're the first man I've ever said it to."

He slid off me, turned and sat on the edge of the bed with his back to me. I could tell that he was crying again, and I didn't know what to do for the best. "I'm going to make some tea," I muttered, "we need to sit down quietly and talk about this." He sobbed, but nodded.

The tea had its usual calming effect, and we sat there side by side on the bed in companionable silence until we'd finished it. Then I half turned towards him and said, "Look, I'm going to be absolutely honest with you. If you're expecting, or even hoping, that I'm going to be monogamous with just you, then this is a non-starter. You've probably noticed that I'm a horny fucker ..."

"Hah! You can say that again!" Through his tears he grinned.

"And I *always* look at other men when I'm out. It's just my nature. And if they look back and seem interested, well, I'm not going to say no ..."

"You must have a queue at your door sometimes?"

I grinned. "Let's just say that there have been afternoons when I've only just had time to straighten the sheets and dispose of the condoms and used lube tubes before my next man arrives. And afterwards I've still gone out to the pub and been sucked off in the back room." Even I blushed at the next part: "It took an orgy with five insatiable bottoms and a sling to knacker me completely!"

Sean laughed at this. I was glad to discover that he wasn't shocked by my total promiscuity. He really was a very special man, and I didn't want him walking out on me. He looked at me thoughtfully for a while, then said, "I'm not nearly as experienced as you. I've had my fun, certainly, but it's tended to be with one man on and off for a while, before we go our separate ways. But I've never ever felt for any of them what I feel for you, just in this short time. Oh, the sex has been *fantastic* - actually that's an understatement, it's been out of this world - but there's a lot more to it than that."

"Yes, I sense that, too."

"So if you think we could be more than fuck-buddies, I'd like to try that, and I don't have any problem with you looking at other men - or shagging other men. Or even having orgies, as long as I'm invited and I can watch." He smiled. "It would be extremely horny to see you in action with lots of other men, knowing that afterwards we'd be going home together and I could snuggle with your sweaty spunky drained body until you recovered enough to fuck me." As he said this I noticed that his cock was thickening again and rising from his thigh to half-hard. I bent over and stuck my nose in his armpit and my cock immediately shot to almost painful throbbing rigidity.

"Just one demand ..."

"What?"

"You are *never* to wear deodorant or cologne. I want to be able to find you, even in the dark, just from the fantastic sexy smell of your armpits."

"Is that your *only* demand?"

"Oh no, now I demand that you get on your knees while we get started on this new pack of condoms."

3: Loving and Living

At the end of the following week he gave up his rented room and moved in with me. Even though my flat was small, we never seemed to get in each other's way or get on each other's nerves. He was (fortunately) much tidier than me, and managed to keep the floor reasonably clear of dirty clothes and used condoms, and the kitchen sink clear of dirty pots and pans. For my part, I really did try to be tidier and cleaner, though it wasn't in my nature.

One afternoon I came home from work and found him washing up, dressed only in a pair of my trackie trousers, very loose-fitting on him. He began to turn to hug me but I said sharply, "No, stay exactly where you were." As he turned back to the sink I got on my knees behind him, pulled down the loose trackies, and buried my nose and then my tongue in his arse crack. He moaned softly and moved backwards until he could lean with his hands on the front of the sink, which opened up his arse even more and my tongue slipped inside.

After a few minutes of concentrated tonguing, he began to chant, "Fuck me, oh, fuck me, please, fuck me ..."

"Just a mo, I'll go and get a condom."

"Wait. Don't use a condom. I know you've always used them with other men, so have I - so you don't need them with me."

My brain thought of numerous things I should say or ask, but my clothes flew in all directions as I stripped while dashing into the bedroom for lube. He was so worked up and open that my cock slipped right in until I actually lifted him off his feet, and reaching round I found, as I expected, that he was already leaking precum, which I smeared round the head of his cock. He brought one hand down to start wanking himself as I fucked him, but I smacked it away and said, "No, that's all mine." Gathering more of his precum I slicked up his nipples, which made them as hard as diamonds and made his arse contract rhythmically round the shaft of my cock.

I fucked him as slowly as my body would let me. His insides actually rippled, gripping me and then releasing me, and I gradually timed my thrusts to get the maximum friction. Just when I began to feel his prostate contracting rhythmically, bringing me closer and closer to exploding, I gently pulled out of him.

He half turned and looked over his shoulder with an amusing (to me) expression of mingled frustration and surprise. "What ...?"

"Quiet," I ordered him, "remember that I'm in charge here."

The flush spread from his face down his chest and reached his cock, which became so hard that the skin on his shaft shone. He was clearly extremely turned on by my domination, even though we both knew it was only in play. I seized his arm and pulled him into the bedroom. Putting a towel on top of the blanket box I told him to lie down on it on his back, and to hold his legs up behind the knees. Then I sat astride the box and shuffled forwards until my cock grazed his twitching arse hole. He moaned. I nearly came, but managed to restrain myself by reciting Latin plant names to myself for a while.




More Than I Bargained For



Over the next twenty minutes I teased his hole mercilessly, just beginning to slip inside then pulling out again (that took some willpower, I can tell you!) He was sweating and nearly crying with frustration, and precum was pouring out of the head of his cock, which hadn't been touched in all that time. I stood up and bent over him, taking a deep snort in each of his armpits. My own precum burped out and pooled on his stomach. Looking at his face I could see that his eyes seemed focused somewhere inside of him, and he was desperately willing himself not to touch his cock or mine and bring things to an exceedingly messy conclusion.

Sitting down again I placed my cockhead just at his entrance, grabbed hold of his thighs and pulled him gently towards me. If I live to be a hundred I shan't forget the sensation of sliding into his hot, lubed, gripping tunnel, nor the expression on his face as I bottomed out inside him, my balls trapped under his sweating cheeks. I didn't move a muscle.

His face went from pleased, to surprised, to almost pained, then his eyes opened in wonder and his mouth rounded into a silent exclamation. A thick splodge of cum drooled out of his cock slit and flowed down his shaft. We both held our breath, waiting for the inevitable, both knowing that nothing on earth could now stop him coming. His eyes opened wider and wider, and began to roll back in his head, as a moaning sound got louder and louder in his throat and finally burst forth in a great roar as the dam exploded. "Oh ... my ... god ... fuck! ... FUCK!! ... Aaaaaaagh!!!"

The first shot was more like a jet and reached as high as my eyes, then two more lower ones, then a positive rain of cum splattered all over his chest and belly. Such a powerful orgasm had an effect inside him, too. His channel squeezed my cock so hard that it hurt, then rippled over my already super-sensitive cockhead. It was too much. Without thrusting or even moving, I could feel the cum building up and travelling through my tubes. There was an instant of stillness, then it was as if I'd had a seizure. Every muscle contracted at the same time, all of them intent on one thing - forcing as much of my spunk as far into him as possible. I yelled wordlessly as the strongest orgasm I'd ever had ripped through my body. It didn't even feel like separate jets, but as if all my seminal fluids had been sucked out of me all at once by some mighty milking machine.

I collapsed forwards on to his belly, and passed out for a while. Whether it was for seconds or hours I couldn't have told you, but when I came to, we were welded together with Sean's drying spunk. I sat up. He was asleep, but still holding his legs up; I was deeply embedded in him, and (amazingly) mostly erect. It felt wonderful. I began to thrust gently into him, my cock squishing through the gallons of cum I seemed to have deposited there. It was a fantastically sexy feeling.

His eyes opened, he blinked and looked somewhat surprised, then grinned. "A hard man is good to find," he misquoted, and then punned, "and they don't come much harder than you!"

"If your fingers aren't squeezing my nipples in the next five seconds I'm going to pull out and let you finish yourself off."

He took me at my word, spread some of his spunk on his fingers, and started to twist and squeeze my nipples. My cock got even harder and the sensation from my nipples shot right down to my toes, making my cock tingle rhythmically on the way. I continued to slide in and out on the wave of my cum. His cock unglued itself from his belly and started to rise, the foreskin pulling back and revealing his cummy cockhead. Not for the first time, I regretted that I wasn't flexible enough to suck him while fucking him, so had to make do with my hand, rotating it round his extremely sensitive glans, which made his hips buck and his voice moan.

Eventually I settled into a rhythm - just holding my fingers in a loose ring round his slippery glans, so that I was scarcely touching him, I used the motion of my in-thrust to push his cock through the ring, and my out-thrust to let it slip back. After coming so hard earlier, I knew that it would take me a while to build up again, and I didn't want him to come too soon and go off the idea of being fucked. This made him pour precum, which kept my fingers slippery.

Sean closed his eyes in ecstasy. "Open your eyes," I murmured, "look into my eyes as I fuck you and make you mine. I want to see every atom of emotion as you experience it." The bond between our eyes was almost strong enough to touch. I sent the enormous love I felt for this wonderful man, as well as the plain lust that gripped my spasming body, and received back such a look of adoration that my mind went into overdrive.

Both of us could only take a limited amount of these feelings, both emotional and physical. I felt my cockhead swell inside him as it sloshed through his cummy insides, and the wider it became the more strongly it scraped on the walls of his chute and across his prostate. I fucked a little faster and tightened the ring of my fingers. His expression became disbelieving, then almost panicky, then totally astonished and he cried out, "Now! Do it now! Fuck me!! Fuck me harder ... please!!!"

But there was no need for me to change what I was doing at all. He scrunched up his face as the messages from his cock became overwhelming and he began to come - internally at first, with rippling contractions, then the slit in his cockhead opened and I knew the time had arrived. One final deeper plunge and I felt my spunk exploding into him like bullets. "I love you Sean, oh I love you!!" as I gripped his cockhead and rotated it once in my greasy hand. With an agonised cry the spunk started to shoot out of him like a firework and pour over my wanking hand.

As his incoherent noises died down he turned his head to one side, then looked back up at me. There were tears in his eyes, but I could tell that they were tears of joy. "Even by the standards of our sexual activities that was outstanding! Thank you. And Jethro, you already know that I love you - I've loved you ever since you first held me in your arms."

It was my turn to have tears in my eyes.

4: Saturday night and Sunday morning

After Sean's mysterious phone calls on Saturday - which he wouldn't tell me anything about in spite of both entreaties and threats - he made me sit down on the couch, not touching me at all, while he began to explain some of what he had planned. "I'm going to have to trust you this week: I *could* have bought a chastity device ..." My cock surged erect. "... but I understand that they're uncomfortable and get smelly if you keep them on for longer than a day. So this is how it's going to be: you don't wank, you don't fuck me (or anybody else), you don't go into the pub for a quick blowjob, you don't have a wet dream; in a word, you *don't come*!"

I think I whimpered a bit as I asked, "For how long?"

"All this week. Next Saturday afternoon and evening are when you're going to have your fantasy fulfilled ..."

He was about to continue when I stood up and shouted, "A *week*?! A fucking *week*?!! I haven't gone more than 48 hours without coming for ..." I did a quick calculation, trying to subtract 12 from 38 while in a totally flustered state, "... 26 *years*! I can't do it, I'll go mental!"

"But you want me to give you a hands-free orgasm while I fuck you ...?"

"Oh, yes, yes. But a *week*? Can't I just start this chastity lark on Thursday? I'd still be so horny by Saturday that you'd only have to *look* at me sexily and I'd spray my jeans with cum!"

"No, this is what I've decided. Take it or leave it. And if it's any comfort, I will only come once this week - you'll see why, later."

"Shit! You drive a hard bargain, Sean. You'll be able to use my cock as a power-hammer by next Saturday!"

"That's the idea. But you're going to have fun every evening this week; you're just not going to release all that spunk. And we can only cuddle with clothes on (even in bed - get out pyjamas for both of us); because I know that a horny fucker like you will have difficulty restraining himself!"

===

On Sunday morning we got up late, me with a hard-on that you could already use as a dibber to plant seedlings. Sean had made porridge, thick and creamy; the only problem was that it made me think of spunk - *my* spunk - and how my spunk would have to wait and collect until Saturday. An endless week stretched ahead of me, full of erections I couldn't satisfy. "Can I ask you a question? How are you going to give me fun without making me come? How are you going to stop me having a crafty wank when I'm at work?"

"That's two questions. At work you're just going to have to rely on willpower ..." I snorted in amazement, "... yes, I know you have the willpower of a randy gnat, but if you want the end result enough you'll do it. And I'll know if you've cheated, you never could fool me when you've had a surreptitious fumble. Remember that if you cheat, next Saturday's plan will be cancelled."

"So what about the 'fun' part?"

"That's for me to know and arrange, and for you to find out: gradually."

"So, does this 'fun' start tonight?"

"Oh yes, it'll be arriving soon."

"What will? What the fuck have you planned?"

Just then the doorbell rang. Sean leapt up to answer it, and returned holding a thin package wrapped in a big brown envelope. Intrigued, I said, "What's that?"

"Oh, just some things that I borrowed from Jim." (Jim was a randy 55-year-old who lived near us. Occasionally he joined in when we had a group session, but more often he just sat in an armchair and watched.)

"When do we start?"

"After you've washed up, cleaned the bathroom, tidied up all your papers off the living-room table. That'll take you until mid-afternoon, then we'll see ..."

"You know that I'm going to *kill* you before the week is out, if you keep being so mysterious, don't you?" I said with a grin.

"Tough. Get used to it. Anyway, cleaning and clearing up should sublimate some of that excess sexual energy into practical effort."

"Oooh, 'sublimate', that's a new word. Swallowed another dictionary, have we?"

"Even your pitiful attempts at sarcasm won't make me rise to the bait!" Sean kissed me (chastely, on the cheek), smiled, and continued, "Well, you'd better get on with your chores."

It's not easy doing housework with a raging erection. For some reason, the thought that I *couldn't* have sex for a week was making me even more horny than usual. While washing up my cock kept poking the sink in front of me, and it was *so* tempting just to rub it - just a little - along the edge of the work surface. But some (tiny) rational part of my mind said, 'You know you wouldn't stop with just rubbing it a little, you'd carry on until you spunked in your trackies, and that would be the end of the fun.' And I have to admit that I was curious about how I'd feel without sex for a week, as well as full of anticipation about what next Saturday might bring.

By mid-afternoon I'd just finished putting away the last of my papers and gardening catalogues when Sean called me for afternoon tea. "Oh, you're going to torment me with cucumber sandwiches, are you?" I answered playfully.

"Interesting idea, but no. Tea will be served in the bedroom."

'Bedroom = sex' my mind shouted at me. I suppressed it with difficulty and wandered into the bedroom. Sean had rearranged the room and brought in the wide-screen television in place of the tiny box we usually had there. The lights were very dim, and I couldn't quite see what he'd done about the furniture. He sat me down in the one comfortable chair in the room and told me to relax and drink my tea.

Coming up behind me he slipped a leather blindfold over my eyes and settled it securely so that I could see nothing. He helped me stand up, and did some furniture moving, then pulled down my trackies before lowering me into the big carver chair from the dining room. The seat was cold on my hot balls! I could feel the wide wooden arms under my forearms. He soon wrapped velcro bands round my wrists and the chair arms, then I felt him bend down and attach leather ankle cuffs, which pulled my legs wide apart. I just love being gently restrained, and my cock burped precum (my trackies were already quite soaked with precum).

A bit more furniture moving. Silence for a while, then a soft kiss on the back of my neck made my hair stand on end. What on earth was he going to do? Some clicks and whirrs sounded, my blindfold was suddenly removed, and I found myself staring at the immense TV screen on which a really hardcore gay porn DVD was showing. A darkened warehouse seemed to have nude men in bondage round the walls, some standing, some kneeling, one spread-eagled on a wooden St Andrew's cross.

They were scarcely illuminated, but in the centre with a brilliant spotlight shining on it was a bondage bench - the sort where you kneel at one end and your body is strapped down horizontally over the flat part. Tied firmly to it was a tall skinhead (he looked a bit like me, I realised), and he'd obviously been there for some time. Sweat was pouring off his sides, and his cock, which was pulled backwards between his legs, had dripped a pool of cum and precum. A large vibrating dildo was stuffed in his arse, and from time to time an exceptionally handsome, well-muscled, and *hugely* erect man striped the skinhead's back with a leather flogger.

I whimpered. My cock pulsed and poured precum which just dribbled uselessly on to the chair and dripped down on to the floor.

"Remember: you're not to come!"

"I *hate* you! Just you wait until you're helpless, then see what I'll do to you, you sadistic sod!"

Sean grinned. "But it'll all be worthwhile next Saturday ..."

Just then the sight of the skinhead in the film coming again distracted me. The whole bondage bench shook as he roared through his orgasm and the pool beneath him increased. I was just *so* horny that I thought I would cry, or faint.

"The DVD is about two-and-a-half hours; enjoy, but don't come!" and Sean smiled sweetly, gave me a chaste kiss, and left the room.

Normally, in the course of watching a whole porn DVD with at least one hand free, I would come at least three times. This was *such* agony, but in spite of myself I couldn't look away from the screen or close my eyes. Sean had chosen well: he knew *exactly* what would turn me on the most.

Eternities (and a whole DVD film) later, Sean returned. If I had been less stubborn I would have *begged*, I would have sold my soul, my grandma, and all the unborn children that I was unlikely to have, just to be able to come! But I remained grimly silent.

Sean knelt down in front of me and licked the large puddle of my precum off the chair seat. "Delicious!" he pronounced it. But he didn't touch my cock at all. Then from behind me he slipped the blindfold on again. There were some faint clinking sounds, and suddenly my cock and balls were surrounded with crushed ice! The room (and Sean) learnt some new and very inventive ways of combining swearwords, but when I stopped shouting I realised that it had had the (presumably) intended effect of shrivelling my cock to its smallest possible dimensions, and the urge to come had receded.

Carefully and gently, Sean removed the blindfold and the restraints, led me to the bed and helped me to lie down flat on my back. I was truly exhausted with the sheer emotional strain of nearly three hours of severe mental stimulation, and went to sleep like a baby.

5: Monday

Fortunately, the work I had to do on Monday was intensive and physical - digging and raking - and although I was always aware of my hard-on in the jockstrap that Sean had made me wear, I didn't have the time or energy to think about rubbing myself a little ... OK, more than a little ... and making myself come. By 4 o'clock I was shattered and extremely sweaty. At home Sean sniffed my armpits and said, "You know, I think you've converted me to being hooked on armpit smell." Precum surged into my jockstrap at this idea. "But be a good boy," (I growled at his tone) "and go and have a shower. We don't want your smell to put off your customers, do we?"

'Customers?' thought I, 'is he going to rent me out for the evening? If so, I'm certain to come as soon as anybody starts playing with me.' But I went off and had a shower, sniffing my own armpits and jockstrap first, and came back feeling much refreshed, wearing a clean jockstrap that Sean had left out for me. He had made a wonderful pasta salad with chunks of tuna and minute tomatoes with basil leaves as flavouring, and I tucked in heartily.

"Now, tell me about tonight ..." I began, but he put his finger to his lips to silence me. "Just wait and see," he said, enigmatically. After a short rest he led me into the bedroom and made me kneel on the floor with my head resting on the side of the bed, still wearing just my jockstrap. He attached leather wrist cuffs to me and fastened them together behind me with spring clips. "Open wide," he said, "*very* wide," and I looked up to see a leather hood with an attached O-ring which he forced between my teeth. The rest of the hood slipped over my head and was zipped up behind (that was when I noticed that the hood had no nose-holes). I have worn an O-ring gag before, and it's amazing just how quickly the drool starts to build up and slither out of your mouth when you can't use your tongue or swallow properly. I hoped that Sean had had the sense to put a towel underneath me, or the carpet would look as if snails had been crawling all over it.

I couldn't see, and couldn't hear very well, but was aware of some movement and muttering in the room. Then someone put his hand on top of my head and very slowly fed a fairly thin cock in through the O-ring until it reached the back of my throat. I'm good at deep-throating, but could tell that this cock was nowhere near all in yet, so I breathed hard and swallowed. And again. And again. 'Fuck, how long *is* this cock? I've never had one so far down my throat before.' At last I felt his balls bang on my chin, but was rapidly beginning to run out of air. I tried pulling my head backwards, but it was resting against the bed, and nothing happened. I tried turning my head sideways to make the cock leave my throat, but the hand on my head stopped me. I tried to make noises to warn him that I was about to pass out, but this just had the effect of gargling round the cock shaft.

Just as the bright lights at the back of my eyes were beginning to dim, the cock was withdrawn until only the head was in my mouth. In relief I sucked in great blasts of air, but moments later felt the cock slide in and down my throat again. I've heard that having an orgasm whilst being asphyxiated is an incredibly intense feeling, and certainly my cock was throbbing, untouched, and leaking precum into my jockstrap, but there wasn't enough sensation on it to make me come. I groaned, but that only served to make the cock harder and slip even further down my throat. After four or five of these breath-stopping moments I realised that he was timing himself very carefully (probably by holding his own breath), letting me breathe well before I would have passed out, and I actually began to enjoy myself (in between the panic stages).

After what felt like hours, but was probably only about ten minutes, he slid his cock out of my throat and just rubbed it on the top of my tongue. I was desperate to be able to suck it, but the O-ring pressed down on my tongue. Tangy precum was being dribbled all over the inside of my mouth, and I did my best to swallow it, moaning as best I could out of sheer frustration. He teased me like this for ages, seeming to enjoy my moans, then gradually picked up the pace. From the sheer rigidity of his cockhead I could tell he was about to come, and hoped that he wouldn't pull out to do so. And he didn't! Without warning my mouth was flooded with five huge forceful shots of spunk (the first one nearly choked me, as I was breathing in at the time). When he finished coming and slipped his cock out, he held me under my chin and tilted my head up. It was swallow or drown! Of course I gulped it down as best I could, savouring the almost nutty taste of his mixed cum and precum. Delicious!




More Than I Bargained For



Someone (I could tell it was Sean from the scent of his body) lifted me up and sat me on the edge of the bed, and said, "Don't breathe, I'm going to spray your mouth." A very welcome fine spray of ice-cold water filled my mouth; a lot poured straight out, but some I gratefully swallowed.

Back on my knees again, another hand holding my hair, and a really fat cock now eased through my O-ring. It was so fat, in fact, that as soon as the head was in there was no room round it to let air in, so the panic of non-breathing started immediately. As I couldn't move my head, I waved my cuffed arms frantically from side to side behind my back as a signal. He seemed to get the point, and withdrew a little. I could feel him wanking himself slowly, and from time to time precum dripped on to my tongue. Most men's precum is extremely sweet, but this was bitter and horrible, so I tried not to swallow any of it. Even through my mask I could hear the grunting noises getting louder as he came closer and closer to orgasm, and I tried not to think of how bitter his cum would taste.

But suddenly his cock was gone and he was no longer holding my head. I drooled out as much of the nasty precum as I could, without being too obvious about it. The grunting noises were still getting louder, and I assumed he would spray my mask when he came, but the front of my jockstrap was pulled open and I felt great blobs of hot thick cum falling on to my exposed cock. I gave a sort of strangled moan as my cock throbbed with the idea of adding to the spunk myself, but managed to get myself under control again. The elastic waistband of the jockstrap snapping back on to my belly soon put me off that idea, anyway.

This session was like Goldilocks and the Three Bears: the first was too long, the second was too fat, but the third - oh, the third was just perfect! As well as liking fresh armpit, there is that wonderful smell of hot confined ball-musk, and this man had it to perfection. Just being near his crotch, even breathing through my mouth, his scent filled me, and when he slid a medium width, medium length cock into my mouth it tasted as good as the rest of him smelled. My own cock, sliding around in the jockstrap in a pool of someone else's cum, reacted fiercely. He didn't need to hold my head, I wasn't going anywhere until this fantastic cock had given up its nectar!

He took his time, obviously enjoying himself immensely. His precum was delicious, and I thought to myself that after this was over, I would get Sean to set me up for an evening with this man, private and unmasked, and I'd do a *really* good job of sucking him off. After a while he put his hands gently on the sides of my head and began to thrust in and out more forcefully. My mind drifted off as I imagined being in a 69 with him on top, thrusting his lovely cock in and out of my throat while licking the head of my cock. This made me moan, and the vibration on his cock was clearly the last straw. He pulled his cock back until it just rested on my tongue, gave a high-pitched shout, and absolutely sprayed the whole inside of my mouth with spunk. He can't have come for weeks! The taste and smell of him filled my mouth and the back of my nose, and to avoid losing any of this special meal I tilted my head back a bit so that it all pooled where I could swallow it. His spunk tasted of nutmeg and cinnamon and almonds, and I wanted more and more of it.

But all good things come (cum?) to an end, and his cock softened and slid out of my mouth. Sean held me again and lifted me up to sit on the edge of the bed. "Don't breathe," he said, but I twisted my head away so that he couldn't spray my mouth - I wanted this taste to stay with me as long as possible. More murmuring in the room, then I felt hands undoing the straps of my hood. "Close your eyes for a minute," said Sean, "otherwise the light's going to blind you." It was such a relief to get rid of the O-ring gag; if you've never worn one, you can have no idea how uncomfortable it is to have your mouth held open helplessly for so long. After a while I opened my eyes to see my lover's face close to mine, looking at me with some concern.

"Thank you," I said, "especially for that last one. He was *special* - I want more of him!" Sean looked relieved and kissed me gently on my sore lips. I trembled with lust; if he had only *touched* my cock just then I would have exploded. Looking round the room, I saw that we were alone. "Who were they, where did they go?"

"Never you mind that, you'll see them again, later in the week."

I groaned as I remembered that it was only Monday. Could I really survive another four days of this before getting my reward?

That night I didn't sleep well at all. Vivid dreams of cocks and spunk afflicted me when I *was* asleep, and awake I was permanently aware of my erection. Quite early on Tuesday morning I rolled over and held Sean, and said, "What's planned for today, then?"

"Nothing at all!" was his surprising answer. He grinned. "You're having a rest day to let your hormones die down. Can't have you wasting all this effort with a spontaneous orgasm, can we?"

"I'm going to kill you," I muttered. "Just wait - revenge will be *very* sweet!" But thoughts of what I might do to Sean to get my own back were so erotic that I had to have a really cold shower to calm myself before work.

6: Wednesday

Of course I woke up with a magnificent erection. Sean pulled the waistband of my pyjamas out and inspected it. "Ripening nicely," he said (cruelly using one of my gardening terms). "Now go and wash it and the rest of you, but *don't* come!"

All day I was erect and could scarcely walk without fear of rubbing my erection on the inside of my trackies. Even with a jockstrap on, I felt that it would only take an incautious movement to make me come. Having got this far through the week, I was eagerly (for which read: 'desperately') waiting to find out what would happen on Saturday. And I was hoping that the evening would bring more stimulation, though I feared my ability to resist coming if anyone touched me.

After dinner I was again tied, nude, on a towel to the carver chair in the bedroom, but this time there was no blindfold. Candles were lit all round the bedroom, and Sean set some incense burning. Noises on the stairs told me that more people were arriving. There were three of them: a lanky, rather spotty youth; our 55-year-old friend Jim; and a short solid mid-thirties man with cropped hair and a spiky goatee. I guessed (correctly, as I was later told) that these were the same three men who had fucked my mouth on Monday. The youth was introduced to me as 'Paul', and the other man as 'Steve'. Paul I could do without, but it was Steve I wanted to get to know *much* better ...

The three of them, and Sean, stripped off their clothes and got on the bed. The following two hours made me nearly rabid with lust, as they stroked and kissed, sucked and fucked, in all of the many combinations that four horny versatile men can devise. In the candle light it wasn't always easy to see who was doing what to whom, but the sights and smells of such horny men caused a puddle of precum under my balls.

I was a bit surprised that they had all managed to hold off from coming for so long, and even more surprised when they all just got up off the bed and went downstairs for some refreshment. Sitting there with my erection burping precum, I wondered what was next.

When they came back in, I soon found out. Paul stood in front of me, wanking his long thin cock slowly, while Jim from behind him stroked his nipples. I opened my mouth in expectation of being fed a good load of cum, but suddenly my head was enclosed in a leather hood with no eye or mouth holes, just a small gash at the nose for me to breathe through. The laces at the back of the hood were tied tightly, and I couldn't hear, see, or smell anything much. Paul began to slap my leather-covered face with his cock, and I could dimly hear him groaning. This went on for some time, then his groans became louder and suddenly, "Oh fuck!!" and I felt spunk splatter all over my hood, from where a lot dripped onto my chest and crotch.

In my dark world I moaned at the waste of all that precious fluid; I might not fancy Paul but I remembered the taste of his spunk spraying into my mouth, and my cock swelled dangerously. Another cock was pushed under my nose-hole and I sniffed deeply to get the full effect of his musk. This must be Jim - his cock smelled somewhat sour, just like his cum. He rested his cock on the bridge of my nose and began to wank himself and rub himself on the layer of spunk already on my mask. In only a few seconds he grunted deeply and began to pour spunk over my face. Glad as I was that I didn't have to swallow any more of his evil-tasting juice, the feeling of it flowing down my mask and onto my cock made me shiver with excitement.

There was a short pause and some muttering, and someone started to lick the cum off my mask. Then he continued down and licked my chest clean, having a little nibble at my nipples as he did so. As he continued down my belly my cock throbbed in the hopes that he would suck the spunk off that as well, though I knew that if anyone even touched my cock at the moment I would explode. Sean muttered in my ear, "This is Steve - remember how much you fancy him?"

I whimpered, remembering all too well the things I had dreamed of doing with that hunk. But all sensation stopped. I strained my ears to try to work out what was happening, but all I could hear was the faint sound of someone wanking a very wet cock. Was it Steve, or Sean, or both? I couldn't tell, but it wasn't long before a volley of cum shots hit my cock from what felt like two directions, so it was probably both of them. The sensation of so much cum sliding down my achingly erect tool was almost orgasmic. All I needed was one touch, one gentle stroke on my cock and I would have to redecorate the bedroom ceiling. I thrashed around on my chair, trying to get some friction on my cockhead, but I was bound too tightly.

Noises subsided, and I was apparently left alone, long enough that the remaining cum on my cock had cooled right down. Then Sean returned and removed the mask, showing me some rivulets of juice that Steve had missed. He told me to look at my crotch; it was liberally coated with streaks and puddles of cum, and now that my nose was free again I could smell the heady odour still rising from it. "Just think," he whispered, "how it would feel if I used all that lovely spunk as lube to wank you off."

"I warn you - I hate you!" I replied, "because you're not going to let me come, are you?"

"Of course not," he said innocently, "that would be a complete waste after all this build-up, wouldn't it?"

"You're a bastard! Just wait till I manage to get you in this position ..."

"Oh, I know. But you'll thank me for it on Saturday ..."

7: Thursday and Friday

Thursday was, like Tuesday, a 'rest' day - if you can call trying to dig while not rubbing a steel erection inside your jockstrap 'restful'. By the time I got home I was sweaty from digging and felt as if I was sweating spunk as well. Sean took one look at me and said, "You need a cool shower ... but remember, that's *all* you need!" I slept extremely badly, having such luridly sexual dreams that Sean had to wake me up twice to make sure that I didn't have a wet dream.

On Friday I was bursting to know what he had in store for me, but I was too afraid (of what his answer might be) to ask. Potting up plants in the greenhouse wasn't as energetic as digging, so I wasn't in danger of rubbing myself off in my jockstrap. However, it gave me more time to think, which was also hazardous. Several times I caught myself having such an erotic fantasy that I had to stamp on my own toe to take my mind off sex.

Sean was home before me again, and as I came in the door said, "Right, go out again, and strip - completely - in the hallway and throw your clothes in here."

"But ..." I began, thinking of all the neighbours who might be coming up the stairs and would see me starkers.

"Don't argue!" was his reply. So I dutifully stripped off in the hallway and threw my clothes inside the door. I must admit that the thought of being seen by the neighbours (especially by one older hairy daddy-type who lived on the floor above) turned me on so much that by the time I finished undressing I had a raging erection. Sean then shut the door, with me still outside the flat. Too proud to bang on the door and demand that he let me in, I just stood there undecided what to do. It was cold, and that, as much as any lack of physical or mental stimulation, made my cock wilt (though I noticed that I had dripped some precum on the landing).

It must have been ten minutes before the door opened again, and surprisingly nobody had come up the stairs. I'd been rehearsing what I might say to explain why I was standing naked on the landing, but hadn't come up with anything that sounded remotely plausible, so I was rather glad to be let back into the flat. Sean came up behind me and said, "Close your eyes and put your hands behind your back." My erection returned immediately, even harder than before, if that's possible.

I closed my eyes and clasped my hands behind my back. A leather hood with no eyeholes was slipped over my head and the drawstring tightened round my neck. I thought at first that it had no hole to breathe through, but after a few moments of panic while Sean adjusted the hood, I realised that there was a very small hole just underneath my nose. In anticipation of what might be about to happen, my cock reared up and started dribbling. Unable to see, my other senses were enhanced, and I realised that there was a faint flowery and spicy smell somewhere nearby. I could identify marigold, lavender, rosemary, and cloves, but there were several other components of the smell that weren't strong enough to recognise.

Sean led me into the bathroom, and the smell became stronger. He held my arms and said, "Step into the bath, it's OK, it's not too hot, but mind you don't slip." I climbed gingerly into the bath, which was half full of warm water and the bottom felt very slippery. For some reason (actually, the reason was obvious - he didn't want me to come) Sean didn't touch me very much while I was in the bath. He put a small rubber pillow behind my head, and just added more hot water and more bath oils as needed. Hot water does eventually have a relaxing effect, and although my mind still said I was incredibly horny, my erection gradually subsided.

After what seemed like hours, Sean helped me out of the bath and removed the hood. My skin was all wrinkly (so was my cock) and I felt totally exhausted. He put me to bed, gave me a chaste kiss, and I went out like a light for many hours.

8: Saturday

When I woke up, just the thought 'today's the day!' gave me such a spasm of lust that I thought I was going to lose it there and then, but I got myself back under control. Sean brought me breakfast in bed - scrambled eggs on toast with smoked salmon, one of my favourites - and sat companionably on the edge of the bed while we drank our coffee. I was itching to know when and how he was going to make me come, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of refusing to tell me. This 'game' also had the effect of keeping me intensely aroused (not that I needed much to do that!)

We sat around all morning reading the papers, though I found it very difficult to concentrate with my mind constantly in my crotch. A light lunch of soup and a chocolate biscuit followed, with my mind screaming 'when is the fucker going to make me come!!??' Then Sean strapped me into the big chair again, put some mindless musical film on the TV, and said, "Right, I'm going to the gym - back later," and left.

Watching the film occupied only a small part of my mind; the remainder was free to devise elaborate schemes of revenge for this torment. Yet I noticed that the week of alternate teasing and relaxation had left my whole body feeling like one huge cock. The slightest draught on any part of my exposed skin was enough to make me shudder with lust, and I knew that if someone (preferably Sean) were to nibble even my earlobe, I would come and come and come.

Sean came home, still dressed in his gym kit, and busied himself in the bedroom for a while. Strange clanking noises made me wonder what the hell he was up to. Was he building a cage, and if so, what for? Soon he was behind me again with the leather hood, which he laced up tightly behind me before releasing my bonds. He led me into the bedroom, turned me round, and pushed me gently backwards. The backs of my knees encountered a hard edge of leather, but he continued to push and I suddenly fell backwards into what I realised was a leather sling. The meaning of the clanking sounds I'd heard earlier became clear: he'd rented a portable sling with its own metal framework (the ceiling of the bedroom being neither high enough nor strong enough to support a sling).

He pulled me into a better position, with my arse exposed at the front of the sling, and attached my wrists to the rear chains with soft-lined leather cuffs. My ankles were pulled up in the air and strapped to the front chains similarly. I was helpless. And almost out of my mind with sheer horniness. I could hear him undressing and he came round to my head and said quietly, "Right, it starts now." I made some voiceless noise between a choke and a whimper, and almost believed that I could feel the individual molecules of air stroking my exposed dripping dick.

"I've just been to the gym ..."

'Yes, I know that, you fucker, why are you telling me what I already know?' Thought but not voiced.

"And I didn't shower at the gym ..."

Light began to dawn. Memories of Sean's armpit and crotch smell after a good workout. The next best thing to actually having sex.

"And I'm going to wrap your cock in my sweaty jockstrap ..."

"Oh god!!" I shouted, "You're going to make me come," but the words were very muffled by the hood. I imagine he got the gist of what I was trying to say.

"And then I'm going to make you breathe through my armpit hairs - can you imagine them, all black with fresh sweat ..."

"Oh Sean, don't, please ... You're going to make me come ... I don't want to come like this ... I want to come when you're fucking me!" Again, I'm sure he got the essence of what I was shouting.

"Yes, of course you're going to come while I'm fucking you, but what do you think I'm going to use for lube?" He put his armpit right next to my nose holes in the mask.

The answer dawned on me just as I started to produce it: my spunk of course! I thought that when I did come I would spray all over the place, but without my cock being touched the spunk was so very liquid that it just ran down the sides of my cock and pooled on his jockstrap. Sean took off my hood and showed me the resulting fragrant mess. "I knew you would come too quickly the first time, so this just takes the pressure off a bit. Gives me a chance to let my cock do its work inside you."

I was aware that my cock, even though it had just come, was as hard as it had ever been. Sean took a handkerchief, wiped under both his arms with it, and spread it across my face just under my nose. I remember groaning. Then he spread the spunk - *my* spunk - over the head of his throbbing cock, and moved between my legs. "Hey, what about some lube inside me?" I asked.

"Oh no, I want you to feel every inch of me going in, just with your spunk as lube. You'll soon get used to it." And with that he began to push his rigid cock against my tight hole. I was so tight that he pushed me in the sling several inches backwards before my arse started to open for him. And once open, gravity and all the fantastic sexy lube took over, and his wonderful tool slid straight into me without a pause. "Shit!!" I yelled, "It's too big, take it out!"




More Than I Bargained For



This is a work of fiction although I would love to meet an aggressive girl like this some day. 

*

We had been talking for a few months now and after a few missed chances to meet (mostly because I had to cancel) we finally found a night that worked for both of us. I knock at your door and hear the tell-tale click of high heels approaching the door. You're already dressed as you said you would be. My heart skips with each footstep I hear and my nervousness raises as I hear the door unlock and slowly creak open. You open the door just enough for me to fit inside and tell me to come in. I step inside and walk into your home, hearing the door close behind me. I turn around and for the first time we see each other in person.

You are wearing a long blue silk night gown with black thigh stockings and black high heel spiked pumps. Your hair and makeup look great and you're wearing just a hint of perfume. Your look is completed with a pretty necklace and black silk panties underneath your gown. You smile warmly and pull me close into a warm, tight hug. Then you push me back a bit and look me up and down. I feel like I am being sized up by a lion as you smile and walk back towards me. As our bodies touch you keep walking, forcing me to back up until I am against the wall. You press firmly against me and then kiss me hard. In your heels you are much taller than I am, so I have to strain my neck up to meet your lips. I can tell you enjoy having me do that. Our kiss lasts for a long while as your tongue attacks my mouth, only occasionally letting me up for air. Finally you break the kiss.

"I've got big plans for you." you say with a smirk as your pinch my ass. "You've made me wait months to meet you and I'm going to make up for lost time."

I am about to speak when you interrupt me, "Your mine tonight baby. This is your last chance to back out. If you stay, we do what I want. No turning back and no saying no."

"I'm staying." I say firmly.

"Good. On second thought though, you can say no if you want, I just won't listen." with that you give me a sharp slap to my ass and then lead me into your bedroom. I laugh a bit figuring you're just playing around. 

We get into your bedroom and you turn around and once again kiss me. Your kissing is ferocious, almost as if you are feeding on my lips. Your arms wrapped around me, my back against a wall, you're in total control already. You once again break the kiss and lead me onto your bed. We're laying on our sides facing each other. As we continue to kiss I feel your leg slide up in-between my legs, massaging my cock through my jeans. Our bodies entwined I once again realize I can't move even if I wanted to. Little do I know how often that will be the case.

Suddenly as we're kissing you grab me and roll me onto my back. You're on top of me, kissing me even harder. In between kisses you whisper to me, "Oh this is so hot, I'm so horny for you, I've waited so long. Can you feel how hard I am, can you?"

I am unable to respond much as your kissing feels like an attack. You're getting yourself almost in a frenzy as you suddenly stop kissing me and move your body up mine. At first I am not sure what you are doing but then I realize your gown is hiked up and your panties are near my face. I can see your bulged now and it's big. Much bigger than mine, almost twice as big. For the first time it hits me what I am doing. I don't have much time to process anything though as I see you pull your panties to the side, freeing your cock and it slaps onto my face. You wiggle your hips a little, making your cock rub along my face before pressing it against my lips.

"Open your mouth baby, you know you want this." I hesitate, not because I don't want to but because I am so nervous. "Suck it!" you say more firmly, "Open your fucking mouth and suck my cock like the bitch you know you are."

Your words are firm and I find myself opening my mouth and accepting your cock. The moment my lips part you push into my mouth, causing me to gag slightly before you pull out a bit. As you slide your cock back in you instruct me on how to make you feel good. I can feel your silk nylons against my body and your high heels against my sides as you pump into my mouth. The silk material of your nightgown draped over my body but all I can see is your huge cock sliding into my mouth. My mind reeling as I tell myself "I'm sucking a cock!" it's surreal, but then I realize I'm not really sucking as much as having my mouth fucked. You're pumping in faster and harder, talking dirty to me and calling me names, when I feel your body tense. Just as I think you are going to cum in my mouth, you pull out and cum all over my face, neck, and hair. You moan loudly as spurt after hot spurt covers my face. When you finish, you slide off of me and slide a finger across my cum soaked face, getting some on your finger. You place it on my lips and make me clean it off you. As I am about to wipe my face, your grab my hand.

"Leave it there. I want my cum to stay right where it is." I am surprised at how easily I accept your demand and then you begin kissing me again. My jaw hurts a bit but you don't seem to notice or care. You want to kiss, so we kiss. You remove my shirt and jeans, leaving me only in my boxers. We kiss and makeout for what feels like an hour when I realize you are humping against my leg. You're hard again.

You sit up on the bed and this time you remove your panties completely, placing them on the bed next to you. You wag your finger for me to come to you and I do. You have me on my hands and knees as you pull my head to your cock. Once again I am sucking you and you grab my head firmly, pushing and pulling my head up and down on your cock. Then you push me onto my back again. I assume you are going to straddle my face and fuck my mouth again when I suddenly feel you grab my boxers and pull them down. Before I can react, I feel your nylon covered legs in between mine and you very roughly push my legs apart. It's only then that I notice you had gotten a tube of lube while I was sucking you, and have a bunch of it already on your hand. As you rub it all over and inside my ass, I realize quickly what is going on.

"Wait, wait, I'm not sure I'm ready for this."

You look down at me as you slide a finger into me, eliciting a moan. "You're probably not ready baby, but it's going to happen anyway. I told you if you stayed I was taking what I wanted. And right now, I want your cherry. I'm not going to wait in case it takes you another 4 months to come see me again."

As you speak your slide on a condom, your legs still keeping mine spread apart.

"I promise I won't wait that long again." I say hoping to buy myself some time.

"No you won't. Especially not after I take you." you say with a grin. You're enjoying my nervousness. Enjoying your control.

I feel the head of your cock press against my hole. I let out a soft moan as you push a little harder, but it barely slides in. "Fuck you are tight." you say, "This is going to take a while." I feel you push your knees spreading my legs even more. It feels strange to have you do that, to have you control this, but I realize I don't really have much say in my current position.

You work yourself inside of me a little more, the head of your cock penetrating my virgin ass. I let out a sharp yell as the initial penetration hurts more than I expected it to. "ok ok stop, I can't take you."

You respond by pushing in sharply, not a lot, but enough to send a message. "I told you there is no saying 'no' to me baby." You reiterate your point by pushing in more three more times, each push eliciting another plea for you to stop from me. This continues for what feels like an hour. You pushing slightly into me, me telling you no more, and you ignoring me and pushing in once again. I am drenched in sweat as I feel you pull back slightly for the first time. I relax for a moment thinking this means you are going to stop, but then feel you push back in. You aren't stopping, you're just getting started.

You begin pumping me, very slowly at first. Each pump once against sends sensations of pain and pleasure into me. I can't help but cry out, telling you I can't take anymore, but each time you push into me I realize I can take more.

"God you feel so fucking good baby. I'm going to fuck you good tonight. Going to make you my boy slut."

I look up at you and see you are dead serious. This isn't about my pleasure, it's about yours, more than that, it's about breaking me in and making me yours. You want me to remember this, to know that you fucked me and took me further than I wanted to go and I couldn't stop you.

You start pumping into me harder now. It's too much for me and I begin yelling, telling you to stop.

"Fuck baby, you're going to wake the neighbors." you say matter of factly, with no concern for what you are doing to me. You reach to the side and I see that you have your panties in your hand. You try to push them into my mouth but I close it shut. I can't let you do that, if I do, you wont be able to hear me saying no, not that it appears to be stopping you. You smile at me like a trapped animal and push into my ass hard. I open my mouth with a yell and before I can close it you shove the panties in my mouth. 

"Oh those look good on you baby, maybe next time I'll make you wear them when I fuck you." you say with a sarcastic smile.

Before I can push the panties out of my mouth you begin to fuck me in earnest and I realize why you put the panties in my mouth. These are hard long thrusts. My yells are muffled totally now, I'm moaning no, stop, but now you can't even hear what I am saying. As you fuck me harder and harder I realize you're lost in the moment and I doubt anything would make you stop. You grab my hips and fuck me even harder and faster. The pain is again mixed with pleasure and I find myself wanting more. Here I am laying in a bed, with dried cum all over my face and hair, a pair of pre-cum soaked panties shoved in my mouth, and a beautiful girl with a huge cock fucking me like I am a whore and all I want is more of you.

I spit the panties out of my mouth "Oh fuck, yes, fuck me."

You look down at me as you pick up the pace, "You like that huh? You want me to fuck you harder bitch? You like having my big dick in your little ass don't you?" You're speaking loudly, almost yelling it at me.

"Yes, please fuck me, make me yours!" I say in between your thrusts.

You start to fuck harder, really pumping into me. With each thrust you say "Does that hurt baby?" I moan yes and you pump harder, I realize you're not asking me because of how I feel, you're asking if it hurts because you want to make sure that it does. You're teaching me a lesson that you are in control and that my body is yours to use as you please. I realize I want it that way.

Over and over you fuck me until suddenly both of our bodies tremble. My cock explodes cum all over both of my chest and your gown as your cock explodes in my ass. You keep fucking me hard until every drop escapes your cock. Then you slide out of me and climb up near my face, telling me to clean my cum from your gown. I do as you say and when it's all cleaned, you climb off me and lay on your side. You turn me to face you and kiss me deeply.

Then you get up, "Get some rest baby, we're just getting started." your words almost sound like a threat, but I can't deny that I can't wait for more. As you leave the room I hear you call back to me "I'm serious baby, next time I'm not going to go easy on you."

Fuck, I think to myself. Part of me thinks it's time to leave, I barely took what just happened. But I don't move. Instead I find myself laying in the bed waiting for you and ready to accept whatever you do to me.



More Than I Bargained For



David was one of the regulars at my favorite bar. He was one of many people I saw there on a fairly regular basis; we'd occasionally chat about sports or movies or our favorite types of booze. He was a couple years older than me (I was 26 at the time) and, even though I'd never had any sort of sexual or romantic encounters with another guy before, I couldn't help but notice that he was attractive. He was about 6 feet tall (a couple inches taller than myself) and fit, though not overly muscular. I'd never seen him in the bar with anyone of either sex that seemed to be anything more than a friend, so I wasn't sure about his orientation--not that I figured it mattered, since I had nearly resigned myself to being too chickenshit to actually take the plunge and have my first gay experience. My thoughts about David were limited to imagining him fucking me when I jerked off, often with the help of one of my dildos up my ass.

Thus, when I agreed to go over to David's house one night in early May to look at some of the old CDs, tapes, and records that he was thinking about selling, I didn't expect anything to happen other than just perusing the aforementioned stuff.

I got in my car and followed David from the bar to his house. He lived at the edge of the suburbs, where the houses started to get more widely spaced with wooded land in between them. I followed him into his house and saw several boxes of David's music collection out on the coffee table and living room floor. "Have at it, Rob," he said. "Do you want a drink?" Naturally I did; he made gin and tonics for us both and I started looking through some records.

It was an impressive collection, with rare releases from acts as disparate as Mudhoney, Testament, David Allan Coe, and Thelonious Monk. After David made us a second round of gin and tonics, he suggested we go out on the back deck and continue browsing. We carried our drinks and several boxes out and sat at the small patio table. It was a glorious Spring night, practically room temperature outside with a light, pleasant breeze.

We talked and joked about music for a while, and my head was starting to buzz when we started in on a third round of drinks. I started looking through a box I hadn't explored yet. After flipping past CDs by some punk band I had never heard of, I came to some DVD cases. I froze when I saw what they were: pornos starring Asia Carrera. I was afraid the night was about to take an awkward turn, but David laughed when he saw what I was looking at.

"Oh, I forgot those were in there. They're up for grabs too, though, if you're interested." His reaction immediately put me at ease. I laughed, too, and not the kind of nervous, awkward laughter I thought was going to happen.

"I might have to take you up on these. Asia Carrera is hot! And I've heard she played the piano at Carnegie Hall when she was a kid."

"Yeah, and apparently she's a member of Mensa, if that's the sort of thing that gets you hard," replied David. Hearing him talk about what gets my dick hard, even in jest, suddenly brought all the fantasies I'd ever had about David back into my mind. I'd been geeking out on his record collection so much that I'd almost forgotten how attracted I was to him. Now, seeing him laughing and smiling under the dim glow of his back porch lights, I was suddenly more hot and bothered for him than I ever had been before. I wondered for a moment if perhaps putting those porno vids where I would see them was David's signal that I should make a move, but I quickly put that thought out of my mind. That was just the gin talking. After all, it was straight porn.

Not sure of what to say, I laughed and continued looking though the DVDs. There were a few more Asia Carrera titles, a couple lesbian flicks, and then I hit upon something that made me freeze again. It was unmistakably a gay porno. David just continued smiling. "I guess that one's a little different than the ones you usually watch." I looked up at David, then back down at the man on the cover of the porno. I was momentarily unable to take my eyes off of the man's raging boner and his pendulous, hairless balls. "Or maybe it isn't," said David, taking note of how I stared at the cover. I looked back up at David, now completely unsure of what to say or do. He just grinned at looked me in the eye piercingly. "You know, Rob," he said, swirling his glass around, the ice cubes softly clinking, "no one would have to know."

I still didn't know what to say, but I could feel my mouth start to curve into a grin, and I felt the beginnings of an erection in my pants. David got up from his chair. "Isn't it a lovely night? I won't tell anyone if you don't, Rob. And don't worry, my neighbors' houses are too far away for anyone to hear us out here." He walked around the table and put his hand on my thigh. Still at a loss for words, I remained in my chair and simply lifted up my hand to carress his arm and looked up at him. His hand slid up my thigh and cupped my balls through my jeans as our lips met. It was electric. My heart was immediately racing and my dick started to spring to attention within my jeans. David leaned in closer, probing my mouth with his tongue, his hand still on my balls. My hands moved across his back, running my fingertips up and down from his shoulders to his waist.

David broke our kiss and I emerged breathless. A mumbled "Oh my God..." was all I could manage. David, still with that sexy grin on his face, started to lift up my t-shirt. I raised my arms to allow him to pull it all the way off. I stood up, feeling the night air on my bare torso, and kissed him again. He took my by the hand and led me over to the wooden bench that lined the perimeter of his deck. He pulled his own shirt off as he sat down next to me.

I couldn't believe it was actually happening. I was hornier than I'd ever been before, my cock straining against my boxers and jeans. David pulled me against him, our bare skin rubbing together, and starting to kiss my neck. I moaned softly, lost in the pleasure. Our chest hairs rubbed against each other, creating an erotic friction. I ran my hands up and down the smooth skin of his sides. No words passed between us, and none needed to.

Feeling more adventurous after a minute or so of this, I reached down and felt David's rigid shaft through his jeans. As he still kissed my neck and chest, I started to undo his belt. He pulled back, smiled that mischievous grin again and said, "You get right down to business, don't you?" I could only reply with a big, dumb smile. He quickly undid his belt and fly and stood up to take off his pants. I followed his lead. When I saw him take down his boxers as well, I momentarily paused to admire his 7-inch boner, with a drop of precum already glistening on the tip. I wanted to say something along the lines of "You get right down to business, too," but I was so overwhelmed by what was happening that all I could say was "Mmmmm" as I eyed his cock hungrily. I dropped my own jeans and boxers, my hard-on throbbing and pulsing in the night air. There we were, both completely naked, lustfully staring at each other. We probably only paused for a second or two, but it seemed longer. I could feel the cool breeze all over my body, on my dick and balls, on my virgin asshole. Goosebumps broke out all over me.

We remained standing and embraced each other and kissed again, our hard cocks poking each other, our arms wrapping around and entangling us. David sat back down on the bench and I followed suit. The wood of the bench was worn perfectly smooth; it felt good on my naked ass. We kissed deeply and passionately, and I felt his hand wrap around my throbbing shaft. He didn't begin stroking it yet, he just held it in his strong hand. I broke our kiss and whispered, "Ohhh, David..."

"I'm glad we're finally doing this, Rob," he said, his hand still wrapped around my dick, his thumb starting to rub the head a little bit. I squirmed with pleasure and reached down to touch his dick. I'd had quite a bit of experience with dildos while masturbating, and of course I've been touching my own dick since time immemorial, but none of it compared to touching another man's dick for the first time. I could feel the heat radiating from his penis before I even completely wrapped my hand around it; once I had it in my grip, I stroked up and down hesitantly. David moaned and sighed, his own right hand still just holding my dick, while his left carressed and massaged my shoulders. I leaned in and started to kiss and nibble his nipples, stroking his magnificent dick a little bit faster now, smearing his precum along the length of the shaft.

I'd never given a whole lot of thought to sucking dick before, but seeing David's beautiful circumcised schlong with its purple mushroom tip there before me convinced me to give it a try. So, with my ass still planted on the bench, I leaned down and put my lips on the head of his dick. It was an uncomfortable, impractical position for me to try my first blowjob, but I went for it anyway. David moaned and ran his hands through my hair as I took more of him into my mouth. I wasn't sure if I was doing a very good job, but David's cock tasted amazing and I was getting even more turned on. The sexual energy between the two of us was unbelievable. I slurped and slobbered on his dong, swirling my tongue around the head, cupping and massaging his swinging ballsac, and my own dick was harder than it ever had been before.

David then pulled me back up into a sitting position. "It's my turn," he said, and pushed me back so that I was lying on my back on the bench, with both of my legs hanging off onto the deck. He kneeled between my legs, spread them apart by hooking his hands at the crooks of my knees, and ran his tongue from the tip of my dick all the way down to my balls. I let out a surprised moan. He took my balls in his mouth and sucked, still spreading my legs wide apart. I was in ecstasy.

David slowly pulled his hot mouth back from my balls, then even more slowly ran his tongue back up the length of my raging hard-on. I once again had goosebumps all over my body. I wailed as David, with sudden quickness, took my dick down his throat. It was undoubtedly the best blowjob I'd ever had. He bobbed his head up and down, taking the whole length of my 6.5-inch dick. As I writhed and moaned, one of his fingers made its way to my asshole. He slowly started to push it in. "Yes, yes," I gasped. Perhaps sensing that I might cum too soon, he slowed down his deep-throating, and pushed his finger in further. It hurt a little without any lube, but before I could say anything, David let my dick pop out of his mouth and withdrew his finger. "Don't go anywhere," he said, winking.

He went over to one of the boxes we had brought out, rummaged for a second, and then pulled out a bottle of lube. Clearly this had been his plan all along. I was even more turned on by this knowledge.

As David came back to the bench where I was spread-eagled, his hard dick bouncing as he walked, I saw that he had condoms as well. This night was shaping up beautifully. He dropped the condoms on the bench, got back into his kneeling position, and put some lube on his hand. It was unexpectedly cold when his lubed finger first touched my hole, and I squealed a little. But it warmed up quickly as David's finger slowly slid inside me. I had my own hands at the crooks of my knees now, spreading my legs to give David better access. The full length of his finger was in me now, and he started to suck on the head of my dick again as his finger twisted around inside me. My heart was going a mile a minute now, my breathing fast and heavy. "Oh David.." I moaned as he righteously finger-banged me, "Oh, fuck me David. I want you to fuck me."

I was somewhat surprised how naturally those words came out of my mouth. David turned back around to get a condom. He dripped more lube onto my waiting asshole, then smeared some on his dick after he got the condom on. He spread my legs again and stood with his knees bent to get himself into the right position. I was in sensory overload: the cool night air on my naked flesh, the intense throbbing of my dick, the smooth wood against my back, and then I felt the tip of David's cock against my virgin hole. My whole body quivered with anticipation. David stood motionless for a moment, his dick head just pressed against the outside of my sphincter, and looked me in the eye. The look on his face was indescribably sexy. "Do you want this dick, Rob?"

"Yes, god yes!" I half-gasped, half-shouted. David pushed his hips forward, and I could feel my sphincter stretching. Then the head of his dick popped past the ring, and he was inside me. I moaned loudly and uncontrollably. He pushed further in, balls-deep. His dick was about the size of the largest dildo I had ever taken. I was right at my limits. All knowledge of the outside world faded away in my mind as David slowly withdrew his dick until just the head was inside me, then drove it all the way back in again.

"Do you like that, Rob? Do you like the way I fuck you?"

"Oh god, yes! Fuck yes!"

David picked up the pace. I loved every minute of it. I could feel every inch of his rock-hard fucking dick sliding in and out of me. I made helpless, animalistic sounds. David was breathing heavily and grunting softly with each thrust. He took his hands out from under my knees and leaned forward. I wrapped my legs around him and drew him closer. He leaned all the way over and kissed me, my dick crushed between our bodies. He leaned back slightly and pinched my nipples. My fingertips dug into his shoulders. I could feel and hear his balls slapping against my ass as the full length of his shaft drove into me.

"Oh my GOD, David...my dick is SO FUCKING HARD right now!"

Still fucking me hard and deep, David reached down and wrapped his hand around my dick as he had done before. There was some lube on his hand, but he still did not stroke my dick. He just gripped it tightly as he fucked me. The feeling was unreal. Then, as sweat began to break out all over my body, he slowly started to move his hand up and down the iron rod that my dick had become. I writhed and squirmed and moaned and squeaked. I had never known that sex could be like this.

I was close to cumming. David could tell. He let go of my dick, thrust his own dick as deep into me as he could and held it there, then leaned forward and held me tightly. I felt the rush of naked skin on naked skin, I felt his balls pressed against my ass, I felt the heat from the friction of his cock continually fucking me, even with copious lube, and I felt the throbbing head of David's glorious penis deeper inside me than ever before, pressed against my prostate. I let loose screams of pure pleasure. He kissed my ear and whispered, "Rob, I want you to ride my dick and blow your load all over me."

The only response I was able to give was a nod. He pulled his dick out of me and laid down on his back on the bench. I was trembling, sweating despite the cool May night air. Still almost out of breath, I straddled David, his strong hands helping to guide me. I felt his dick at my hole again, and leaned back, taking the full length of his shaft. David and I moaned in unison. His hands sweetly carressed my chest and stomach as I bounced up and down on his cock. I looked down and saw my hard dick bouncing up and down in rhythm with our fucking. Each time I lowered myself, I could feel the pressure on my prostate, my balls compressing against David's abs, and my dick slapping against him. I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I was spewing forth a jumbled mixture of words and noises.

"Ah oh David ohh mm fuck ahh..."

David took my cock in his hand again, and this time started stroking me immediately as I continued to bounce on his dick. I was close to losing control.

"OOHHH FUCK YES OH YES DAVID FUCK YES OHHHH"

David was close now, too. His chest was heaving with each breath. He jerked my dick like a man possessed.

"AAAHHHH ROB OH ROB SHOOT YOUR FUCKING LOAD ON ME! I WANT YOUR CUM ALL OVER ME! I'M GOING TO CUM INSIDE YOU!!"

And then I was over the edge. Hot ropes of cum flowed from my dick, which was still in David's tight grip. I saw my spooge accumulating on David's chest, even going as far as his face and hair. I could tell from his body language and the noises he made that he was simultaneously cumming inside of me. The smell of semen was everywhere. I collapsed, leaning forward onto David's chest, smearing my cum between our bodies. His dick was still hard inside me. We both lay motionless aside from our heavy breathing. We were both completely spent. David kissed me softly and said with a wink, "Thanks for coming over to look at my record collection, Rob."