2 comments/ 14772 views/ 2 favorites Adventures of a Literotica Author By: tantric_explosion Note: Have you ever wondered why so many write Erotic stories? I suspect, for some it's a way to fantasize. Others use writing as a way to relieve themselves of sexual frustrations. And for others . . . well read my story and find out. Thanks to a great Wyoming legal secretary, for her editing and help. L -- You did a great job. Thanks! Enjoy, t_e * "I'll be back in two weeks and am staying from Tuesday the 7th through Thursday the 9th. I'll keep Wednesday afternoon free and we'll meet here again." I was leaned over and resting my arms on the open window of Ashley's car. It was late afternoon and she was getting ready to leave the Holiday Inn parking lot. "This isn't going to be a one time thing? You're really going to come back?" I knew that question was coming. The all-American looking, barely eighteen year old high school senior, hadn't been a virgin when we met, five hours earlier, however, I suspected that she'd had more sex this afternoon, than all her previous encounters combined. I didn't answer her question directly. Instead, I lowered my left hand and lifted the hem of her short tan skirt. Her pussy was uncovered, as I had kept her panties as a souvenir of our afternoon together. Grabbing a tuft of blonde pubic hair, I reminded her, "And this will be shaved bare?" It wasn't really a question. She nodded, "Yes. I'll shave for you." I looked to the passenger seat and Ashley's best friend, Maggie. "You're welcome to come also, but I want your pussy bare, too." Maggie gave me a wicked smile. "Maybe we'll shave each other." I smiled at Maggie and warmed to her kinky suggestion. I let my fingers trace along Ashley's well used pussy lips. She was soaked and moaned as I explored her hole and clit. Slowly, I eased two fingers into her pussy and stroked her deep. Her pussy juice and my cum coated my fingers. Looking at Maggie, I told her, "Rub her clit." Maggie leaned into her girlfriend, dropped her hand against mine, found Ashley's clit and circled her nub. After an afternoon filled with orgasms, I was surprised she came so quickly. A short minute after starting, Ashley was bouncing in her seat and moaning, "So good . . . so good . . . sssoooooo fuuuuuuuucking goooooooooood!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I teased her for a few more moments as she settled, then raised my hand. I held it out to Maggie, "Be a good little slut and clean my fingers." Maggie groaned, "Oh God," as she leaned in and took my fingers into her mouth. When my fingers were clean, I told Ashley, "Clean Maggie's fingers." The sexually exhausted teenager opened her mouth and licked her pussy juice from her girlfriend's fingers. Hi. I'm Christopher. I'm a real life Literotica author. I write stories about a dominant male and his sex partners. Some readers love my stories and have written me with great feedback, suggestions and encouragement. Others have written, looking for more. Literotica Feedback -- Dated: September, 13, 2005 Hi. I'm Ashley. I want you to know that I love your stories. I've read each of them at least ten times. I have a boyfriend. He's sweet and kind and all my friends say I'm lucky to have him. But I'll be honest. I'm really attracted to the guy in your stories. You know -- older, mature, strong and confident. That kind of person scares me a little, but I get so turned on. I like to rub myself at night and think of all the things the guy in your story, makes the women do. I wish you'd write a new story every day. Your fan. Ashley. I'd just submitted my eighteenth story to Lit and was reviewing the comments and feedback. I always respond to emails with thanks and a request for suggestions on future stories. I sent Ashley a quick email. Ashley's second email arrived the next morning. Hi Christopher. I was so excited to get an email from you. After reading all your stories and your biography on Literotica, I feel like I know you. I'm only eighteen and don't have much sexual experience, so I won't be much help for your next story. But last night, I thought of something that made me so hot that I had to write you back. If I tell you about myself, would you write a story about me? I wouldn't mind if you treated me like a . . . you know . . . a slut. From your bio, I know you're thirty years older than I am, but the idea of a strong confident older guy, having sex with me is a huge turn-on. It would be so hot to read a story about that. I hope you'll do it! Love, Ashley Cornelius, NC My mind filled with wild fantasies as I finished her note. Cornelius, NC is ten miles north of Charlotte and directly off interstate 77. My largest customer is headquartered in Morrisville. Ten miles further north. Ashley and I emailed daily. Typical of the anonymous relationships allowed on the internet, Ashley was very descriptive and open about her sexuality. She was a sweet, inexperienced girl, who had fantasies of sexual domination. I wrote Ashley one Monday: Hi Ashley, I want you to know that I haven't been able to work on our story since Saturday. I'm traveling on business the next few days. I doubt I'll have much free time, but I will add to the story later in the week. If you hear a car horn on route 77 tomorrow, it will be me saying hi! Let's talk soon. Christopher Her response arrived in less than an hour: Um Christopher, You're coming to NC?????????? Wanting Ashley's tension to build, I didn't write until the next morning. Good Morning Ashley, Yes, I'll be in NC. I'm flying to Charlotte later this morning and visiting a customer in Morrisville until Thursday. I have some free time on Wednesday and would like to meet you. We can put faces to names. I'll meet you at the Starbucks, in Birkdale Village and we can talk about the story. I won't have my computer, so I won' be able to see your response, but I hope you'll be available. I'll be at Starbucks at 11:00 and be there for 30 minutes. I hope to meet you. Christopher Birkdale Village is an open air mall, complete with apartments, condos, offices, retail shops, restaurants, bars and other venues. At 10:30 on Wednesday, I was sitting at one of Starbucks outdoor tables sipping a venti bold. I was facing the store and pretending to read the Wall Street Journal. In reality, I was watching the reflection in the store front window. Ashley arrived a few minutes later. She sat on the wall of a fountain, in the middle of a rotary, opposite the Starbucks front door. From the distorted reflection, I could tell Ashley matched the description she had given me. She was tall and had a thin/athletic build. Her hair was blonde and pulled back in a pony tall. Her breasts filled out a white tank top, with spaghetti straps and left her mid-riff bare. Long legs fell from a short tan skirt. I watched as Ashley stared at every person walking near Starbucks. She opened the cover of the cell phone and checked the time every few minutes. As time passed, her crossed left leg bounced with nervous energy. At 11:00, Ashley stood, swung her purse over her shoulder and started to the door. As she reached out to grab the door handle, I interrupted, with a polite, "Hello Ashley." She stopped and jerked in my direction. "Come. Sit." As she approached the table, I extended my hand. We shook hands and I pulled out the chair opposite me and offered it to the young girl. "It's so nice to meet you. Thank you for coming on such short notice." Ashley was extremely nervous. "It's nice to meet you too. I almost didn't come." I shrugged and admitted, "I'm surprised you're here." Wanting to goad her, I continued, "I thought you'd chicken out." As I smiled, I saw a steely determination cross her face. We chatted for a few minutes and I asked, "So, why did you come?" She shyly admitted, "I don't know." "What do you want to do?" Ashley squirmed in her chair. "I don't care." And then looking down at the table, she continued, "What ever you want." "Look at me Ashley." When she did, I asked, "Are you sure? What ever I want?" She nodded. Giving her a huge smile, I told her, "What I want, is to fuck your tight teenage pussy." "Oh," was all she said. She shrunk into her chair. I was watching Ashley carefully and was getting off on her inner turmoil. My dick was throbbing and was difficult to hide, as it grew down my left pant leg. Her white top was molded to a pair of beautiful round tits. The straps of a white bra ran parallel to the spaghetti straps of her shirt. "Do your panties and bra match?" "Yeah. It's my sexiest set." "Did you wear them for me?" "I was thinking about you, when I put them on," she admitted. "Are your panties wet?" "Please don't make me answer." "Tell me Ashley," Regaining her courage, she looked me in the eye and said, "I'm soaked." "Good, I'm glad you're excited." We sat in silence for a few moments, until I instructed, "I want you to go into the restroom, remove your panties and bring them to me." "You're driving me crazy, please, take me away from here." I answered like a parent might talk to a child, "Do as I've asked, Ashley." Ashley retreated to the Starbucks interior and returned a few minutes later. I didn't say anything, just held my hand out. She opened her purse, crumpled her panties in a tight knot and handed them to me. They were a cute small white satiny pair. I rolled them in my hand until I found the crotch. It was very wet. "Ashley, I know you're nervous, but I want to know . . . are you happy you're here?" "I'm really, really, really scared. But, I think I'm going to cum, just by sitting here." While she had been in the restaurant, I had moved her chair closer to me. I was looking at a set of young, tan, athletic legs. "Spread your legs and show me your cunt." As I told Ashley what to do, I didn't raise my eyes. I could tell that she was searching around. I assume the coast was clear, because she scooted forward in the chair and spread her legs. Her snatch was covered with down-like blonde hair. Her pussy lips were exposed to my stare. They were a deep pink and wet from her excited state. Still staring at Ashley's quim, I told her, "I'd like you to follow me back to the Holiday Inn. But you need to know, if you come, I'm going to treat you like a slut. I won't hurt you, but I'll use you." A hesitant Ashley asked, "What will you do?" "Anything I want Ashley. I'll fuck your pussy and mouth. I'll probably try your asshole too." "Do you want to know something?" "Sure," I answered. "I borrowed two of my Mom's toys last night. I took her medium vibrator and a big dildo. The dildo hurt, but I got it in my ass." "Were you thinking about me, while you played with the toys?" "I imagined the toys were your dick." "Meet me at the Holiday Inn. I'm in room 328." I left Ashley, hoping she'd meet me at the hotel. On the drive to the Holiday Inn, I thought about the many fantasies that Ashley had shared in her emails. I sensed that she had a craving, a need, to be dominated. She didn't want to be forced. Instead, she wanted to willingly comply with my sexual instructions. Ashley beat me to the hotel and was waiting outside my third floor room, when I exited the elevator. "Last chance," was all I said, as I slid the key-card into the lock. I held open the door and Ashley walked into my room. The room has a small closet, just inside the entrance. When I opened the door, Ashley stopped and watched. I took a hanger from the closet, pointed at her and said, "Give me your shirt." I was watching Ashley's blue eyes and saw them sparkle with excitement and fear. She reached for the bottom of her shirt, pulled it over her head and handed it to me. As I slipped her shirt onto the hanger, I continued, "And your bra." With a flick of her wrist, Ashley opened her bra, pulled it over her shoulders. She looked spectacular, standing proud and topless. The last time I had seen eighteen year old breasts, was thirty years ago, when I was eighteen. They were high and tight. Her B-cups were capped with tiny pink nipples. I was tempted to reach out and fondle her tits. Instead, I had her strip completely. "Hand me your skirt," I ordered. Ashley reached behind her, thrusting her perky tits forward. She easily unbuttoned the skirt, unzipped and wiggled the skirt over her hips. She stepped out and handed it to me. After hanging the clothes in the closet, I turned and pulled Ashley against me. I leaned in and gently kissed her. Her response was tentative at first. Putting a hand on each side of her waist, I held her and kissed her harder. Slowly, the naked teenager circled her arms over my neck. Her mouth opened and our tongues tangled. While still kissing, Ashley let out a long, "AAAGGGRRRRrrrrrr." I let my arms slip behind her, grabbed an ass-cheek in each hand, and pulled her bare pussy against my pants covered crotch. Ashley eagerly circled her pussy into my hard cock. "I love that I make you so hard." Her right hand snuck between our bodies and rubbed my wood. "And I love that you're so big." Using my right hand, I palmed her furry mound and let my middle finger slip into her wet tunnel. While fingering her twat, I told her, "And I love that you're so tight and wet." I pulled my fingers from her depths and tasted them. She tasted so fresh. I led the young beauty down the hallway, to the bedroom. I had her sit on the edge and sank to my knees between her spread legs, pushed her to her back, spread her thighs and tasted her juicy twat. I licked from her tight puckered asshole to her clit and back. Ashley's hands held my face tight against her pussy. "Fuck yes . . . Oh God . . . YEEssssss . . . eat me . . . eat . . . mmeeeeee . . . feels so fucking goooooooood!" She was bucking slightly against my face and purring, when I slid a finger into her pussy. I searched for her g-spot and when she jumped, I knew I found it. My finger rubbed her g-spot and I tongued her fat clit. Her bucking increased and she pushed harder into my face. Eventually, Ashley exploded and a river of cum flowed out of her cunt and into my hungry mouth. I let Ashley rest for a short moment, as I quickly stripped off my clothes. Leaving her on her back, I lifted each leg by the ankle, and spread her. My cock was standing straight and proud as I rubbed its length along her slit. Making sure my entire length was wet; I pressed the plum size head into her hole. It was a tight squeeze and took a bit of pressure, before I popped into her tunnel. "OOOhhhhh fuck! Go slow. Pleasssssse. Go slow." I held steady for a bit and was enjoying the tight glove like feeling of her slippery wet pussy. She groaned when I flicked my thumb over her clit and again when I pushed two more inches in. "Jesus. SSSSSSSSSSSlow!" I fucked Ashley with three inches of cock and was ready to force a few more into her, when her cell phone rang. "Shit . . . it's my phone . . . its Maggie . . . my friend . . . she's checking . . . to make sure I'm safe." Ashley couldn't string more than two or three words without a break. I pulled from Ashley's tight hole and walked back to the room's entrance. Ashley's pocketbook was on the floor. I carried it back to the bed. As Ashley fished into the bag, looking for her phone, I pushed back into her cunt. I was five inches deep, when Ashley grunted, "Hello." I could only hear one side of the conversation. "Yeah, I'm fine." "It's amazing. He wasn't lying . . . he's huge." "He ate my pussy . . . now he's fucking me." I interrupted and asked, "Where is she?" "She's in my car." Ashley had told me about her friend, in an email. They went to the same high school, but only became friends recently. Both enjoyed reading Literotica and sharing sexual fantasizes. I pushed another two inches into Ashley's cunt and started a slow steady fucking motion. "Oh God, Maggie. This is unbelievable. He's fucking me so deep and he's not even all the way in." "Invite her up," I instructed as I pushed all the way in. "FFFFFFFFFFuck. He's in. He's fucking . . . all the way . . . innnnnnn." I continued to pump Ashley's pussy and said again, "Invite her up." I pushed in hard, to emphasis my point. "He wants . . . you . . . to come up." "Pleasssseeee. I want help." "It's room 328," she told her friend. She eventually ended the call with, "OK. Five minutes." I didn't say anything. Instead, I decided that a five minute power fuck was in order. I pushed her legs back and pressed her ankles into the mattress on either side of her head. I pushed my full length into her and held it in place, while circling my hips. Ashley panted, "It feels . . . soooo . . . fucking . . . goooood." Pulling all but my head out, I rammed it back and started a steady hard, steady fucking motion. "Do you like my dick, baby?" "Fuck yes . . . OH . . . fuck . . . I love your . . . dick." Her next orgasm came hard and fast. She tried to move, but I had her pinned to the bed and continued the hard pounding, until we heard a tentative knock on the door. Pulling from Ashley's sloppy cunt, I stood over her and instructed, "Get the door." Ashley stood and looked around the room. Guessing that she wanted to cover herself, I told her, "Answer the door. Now." After a brief hesitation, Ashley walked to the entrance. I heard the door open, a loud giggle and Ashley saying, "Just shut up. OK?" Shyly, the two high school seniors appeared back in the room. Before introductions could be made, Maggie's eyes locked on my wet, rock-hard dick and she exclaimed, "Holy crap. It's fucking huge." So much for introductions! "Hi, Maggie. Thanks for coming up. I hope you don't mind, but Ashley and I were just starting to enjoy each other." I wagged a finger at Ashley. With a self-conscience giggle, she came back to me. In a stage whisper, so Maggie could hear, I told Ashley, "Get on your knees; I'm going to fuck you like a dog." Ashley complied and I stepped behind her upturned ass and slid completely into her cunt. She lowered her head to the bed and rested it on her crossed arms. I started a slow deep drilling. Ashley's cunt hugged my cock tightly. Looking across the room, I examined Maggie for the first time. I knew, from the emails, that she was a nineteen year old high school senior. Maggie was a tiny, dark haired girl. Ashley had written me that Maggie considered herself bi-sexual. They had talked about sexual experimentation, but hadn't tried anything. As Ashley grunted and groaned, I said to Maggie, "My dick looks so sexy sliding in and out of Ashley's cunt. Do you want to see?" The small teenager was by my side in a flash and leaned over her kneeling friend and watched my bone, slide into her open twat. "You're stretching her so wide." "Can you believe how wet she is?" I asked. "She'd have to be. You're so fucking big." Maggie leaned in and watched our action from just a few inches. I pulled from Ashley's pussy and rested my cock in the crease of her ass. Maggie had an exciting bit of kink; she rested her head on the small of Ashley's back, opened her mouth and let my pussy juice covered cock slide into her. I held her by the back of the head and fucked her mouth and then slid back into Ashley. I've had a wide variety of sexual experiences, but this was one of my favorite. I took turns fucking Ashley's pussy and Maggie's mouth. Pulling from Maggie's mouth and returning deep into Ashley's cunt, I asked, "Do you like the taste of Ashley's pussy?" Maggie purred, "Yeah. A lot!" I continued the cycle between twat and throat. A stream of spit had been flowing from Maggie's mouth and ran into the crease of Ashley's butt cheeks. "Her asshole is soaked," I pointed out to Maggie. "Ease a finger into her." Adventures of a Literotica Author Ch. 02 Authors Note: This is a dark story about the first sexual encounter between a dominant man (a Literotica author) and submissive married woman (a Lit reader and volunteer editor). Thanks to the real life Samantha for her inspiring idea. Want to try it some time? Thanks also to "L" for her continued editing assistance. T_E Walking naked from my Marriott hotel room's bath, I turned right, walked down the short hall and stopped in the opening to the bedroom. Samantha, (her friends call her Sam), I could see, had followed my instructions perfectly. Her black dress, black silk bra and thong were draped neatly over the executive high back chair. Next to the chair, on the matching desk lay a rather large, thick, eight inch, purple dildo, a sleek clear three speed vibrator and small bottle of KY anal lube. Turning my attention to Sam, it amazed me that this was our first meeting. She was completely naked and kneeling on the floor, at the foot of my king-size bed. Her hands are clamped behind her back, causing her giant EE cup breasts to thrust out. She is freshly shaved and the deep pink color of her pussy lips, indicate a great deal of arousal. Her auburn, shoulder length hair, hangs to her shoulders. Most of her face is covered by the sleep mask I had left for her to wear. Sam had phoned me from the Marriott lobby, just a short five minutes earlier. In a very sexy, southern feminine voice, she nervously said, "Hi Christopher." I answered, "Welcome Sam. I'm glad you're here." Shyly, she responded, "Me too." "Sam," I continued, "Have you dressed as I instructed? Answer Yes Sir or No Sir." "Yes Sir." "Very good! Thank you. Did you remember the sex toys and lube? Answer Yes Sir or No Sir. "Yes Sir." "I'm pleased, Sam. Thank you," I said into the phone. "I'm going to give you some simple instructions. I expect you to answer me properly and let me know if you understand." Sam instantly answered, "Yes Sir." "My room number is 614. The door has been left ajar. When I finish with your instructions, you are to come directly to my room." Sam parroted, "I will come to room 614 after you finish your instructions." "I've left the door open, by using the security bolt. Once inside the room, please close the door firmly and lock it" "I'll make sure the door is closed and locked, Sir." "You will place the sex toys and lube on the desk next to my computer." "I'll do that, Sir" "Do what?" I asked impatiently. "I'm sorry Sir! I'll put the dildo, vibrator and lube on the desk next to your computer." "Very good. Next, you'll undress completely and neatly hang your clothes over the chair, by the desk." "Yes Sir, I'll hang all my clothes over the chair." "Thank you. Finally, I've left something at the bottom of the bed. You will put it on, kneel on the floor, face the door and place your hands behind your back." Sam whimpered, "Oh God. Yes Sir. I'll wear whatever is at the bottom of the bed, kneel on the floor, face the door and my hands will be behind my back." "You're pleasing me, Sam. I will give you exactly ninety seconds, from the time the door closes, to accomplish everything I've asked." In a voice barely above a whisper, Sam answered, "Yes Sir. I'll do it in ninety seconds." I hung up the phone after saying, "Come to me, slut." Watching from the entryway, just a few minutes later, I could see that Sam is very nervous. Her breathing is shallow and her upper chest is red. Sam and I had met through Literotica just two weeks earlier. She was listed as a Volunteer Editor. I had written and asked if she would consider working with me. She agreed and an online and phone friendship had blossomed. Sam is a slut. That's not to say she's easy, because she's not. In fifteen years of marriage, I'm only her third extra marital partner. But once her panties are off, Sam is a wild ass slut. She loves to be dominated. She craves pain. Most importantly, she needs to obediently satisfy her sexual partner. I continued to watch Sam. She knew I was in front of her, as she could easily hear me, when I came out of the bathroom. Being unable to see me, must be agonizing. I decided to make things even worse. Walking into the main room, I found my briefcase and fished out my I-Pod. Knowing Sam's attraction to country music, I had programmed an hour of country songs into the I-Pod. I turned on the music. Sam jumped, when I pushed an ear bud into each ear. I pulled on Sam's right arm. When she gave up control of the arm, I slide an elastic I-Pod sleeve up her arm. The I-Pod was now attached to Sam's upper arm. She was now unable to see and all she could hear is the country songs. My rock hard dick became even harder, as I inspected the mature married woman. I gently pulled Sam's right arm behind her. The slut inside Sam understood that I wanted both her hands behind her back once again. I combed my fingers deep into Sam's auburn hair; I grabbed a large hand full and lifted her straight. A deep, "UUUUUggggggghhhhh," escaped her full red lips. As she groaned in excitement, I pressed the spongy head of my cock against her lips. She groaned again, opened her mouth wide and let me fill her mouth. A primal, "UUUmmmpphhhh," erupted, as I filled her mouth with hard cock. In a previous email, Sam had boasted about her oral skills. I wanted to test her limits from the start, so I continued a slow steady invasion of her mouth and throat. I've been gifted with a longer and thicker than average cock. When I hit the beginning of her throat, I still had three inches of meat to feed her. She gagged slightly, as I pushed into her throat, but she adjusted her throat muscles and took another inch. When she gagged again and tried to pull off me, I squeezed the fist full of hair and used my other hand to hold the back of her head. I let her adjust again, and then using both hands, I worked the last two inches in. When her lips mashed through my pubic hair and pushed into my groin, she let out a triumphant, "MMMMMmmmmmm." Sam was a champ and breathed through her nose as I used both hands to hold her stuffed face against my flat pubic area. And then, just as she'd bragged, she started to milk my cock with her throat muscles. She was able to keep up the milking, although she did gag every few seconds. Her lips were tight around my stalk as I started a slow withdrawal. I pulled out, until just the head was in her mouth and then pressed in again. It didn't matter if I pushed slowly or fast, Sam accepted me deep in her throat over and over. It was unbelievably exciting to abuse the kneeling married sluts mouth and throat. When I finally pulled completely from her mouth and stepped back, I was pleased to see her hands were still clamped behind her back. Spit had escaped her mouth, had dripped over her jaw and covered her mammoth tits. Sam was kneeling quietly. She was flexing her jaw and breathing hard. I wondered what she must be thinking. She had deep throated me and willingly let me bang her throat and we hadn't spoken a word, in person. Grabbing another fist full of hair and grasping her upper arm, I firmly pulled her to her feet. Sam was a great slut as she let me maneuver her toward the bed. When her legs hit the base, she climbed onto the mattress, on her hands and knees. I took hold of her right hand and guided it behind her back. When I place the palm on the full globe of her ass, she knew I wanted her to spread herself. When I repeated the process with her left hand, her head and shoulders fell into the mattress. With a hand on each ass cheek, she pulled herself wide, exposing her cunt and asshole to my view. When I caressed the inside of her spread thighs, Sam groaned, "I'm so fucking horny. I need to cum." Even if I had decided to respond, Sam couldn't have heard me. I smiled to myself. I'd make Sam cum, but I had a few adventures for her, first. Sam had written that she had some experience with ass play and again, I wanted to test her. I leaned in and let a mouth full of spit dribble into the crease of her spread ass. Sam panted, "Oh God. Please. Use my pussy first. I really need to cum." I watched as the glob pooled in her brown rose and using my index finer, I slowly circled her back hole. After making sure her anus was sufficiently wet, I wedged two fingers firmly against her tight hole. Placing my other hand on the small of Sam's back, I encouraged her to impale herself on my fingers. When the married slut whimpered, "You're going to make me do it?" I put additional pressure on her back. Sam slowly rotated her ass on my fingers and pushed back on to them. It was fairly obvious that she had anal experience, when my fingers popped through her sphincter and into her bowels. Her tight ring held me and she groaned, "Oh fuck . . . oh fuck . . . ooohhhh fuckkkkk!" Encouraging her some more, with pressure on her back, she grunted and pushed again, until my fingers were completely buried in her hole. I let her rest for a moment and become accustomed to being filled. When I pushed her forward, my submissive married slut knew what I wanted. "This is . . . soooooooo fucking hot. Making me . . . ass fuck myself . . . on your finnnnngers." Sam was having trouble saying more than two or three words at a time. I guided her back and forth on my fingers, until she got into a rhythm. Finally, on her own accord and without further encouragement, Sam the slut started fucking her ass against my hand. "Fuck yes . . . sooooo fucking full . . . soooo good . . . I'm ganna . . . I'mmmm ganna . . . I'mmmm gannnnaaaaa . . . cuuuuuummmmmmmmmmm!" Sam bounced and thrashed against my hand and ground her ass hard. Her orgasm peaked and as she settled, she circled her finger stuffed ass against my hand. As expected, Sam was an exceptional slut. Her hands had held her cheeks wide, the entire time she ass fucked my fingers. I slowly pulled my fingers from her stretched hole and watched as it closed. Sam huffed, "Oh my God! That was the first time I ever came from ass play. That was incredible." I smiled to myself. I'd been playing with my sex toy for over thirty minutes and she's never laid eyes on me, as her eyes were still covered. I quickly took the few steps, to Sam's collection of toys and snatched up the large purple dildo and lube. I squirted a dollop of KY onto the hard tube and liberally spread it along the length. Back behind the spread open slut, I pressed the dildo against Sam's pucker. She grunted, "That's too fucking big," but didn't move. I increased the pressure and it popped through her ring and stretched her sphincter to an obscene degree. "Pleezzzzzzze. Sloooooooow!" Sam begged. I did go slowly. I was gentle, but was also relentless. It took a long ten minutes of slow work and pressure to slide the entire eight inch toy into Sam's tiny asshole. When I finished, only an inch of the monster toy was visible. I took a moment and ogled her stuffed hole and dripping pink pussy. I was tempted to plow her cunt, but I had one thing I wanted to do first. With her bottom still filled with the dildo, I once again grabbed Sam's hair, raised her into a kneeling position and turned her, so she faced me. Sam's breasts are huge, round and due to the shear weight, hang down her chest. They're each topped with large spongy nipples. Sam had written that her nipples were extremely sensitive and could only stand a moderate amount of pain. Reaching out, I lightly toughed each breast, sliding my fingers over her nipples and around the side of her jugs. "That feels so nice, Sir" Sam's hands were at her side, when I took her right hand and guided it to her pussy. I silently indicated that I wanted her to play with herself. I watched as she complied. She traced her fingers along her wet pussy lips, circled her clit and reversed directions. After every three or four turns, she'd slide two fingers into her juicy slot, pump a few strokes and then return to playing with her bright pink lips and clit. As Sam began to settle into a nice rhythm, I again took hold of her nipples, this time with a bit more force. Squeezing each fat nub, I lifted her heavy boobs and shook them. Sam worked her pussy with a bit more urgency and groaned, "It hurts . . . yes . . . uuurrrggggg . . . hurts . . ." I pinched and shook her jugs harder and Sam's hand moved harder and faster. She screamed, "Fuuuuuuuuck yes! I'm fuuuuuuuuucking . . . cuuuuuuuumming . . . so . . . fuuuuucking . . . haaaaaaaaard!" She tilted her head back, opened her mouth and let out a silent scream as she rubbed her cunt and clit, while I shook her EE cup tits, by her nipple. After she peaked, I pushed the startled slut onto her back and climbed between her spread thigh. Taking an ankle in each hand, I pushed her legs into the mattress on either side of her ears. Looking down at her sex, I was amazed to see the thick purple dildo had remained wedged in her asshole. I lined my cock head with her wet twat and pushed in fast and hard. Sam was tight and groaned as I bottomed out. "Fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuuuuuuck meeeeeee!" I pressed her ankles into the mattress, reared up and pounded Sam. I looked down at her mask covered face and was amazed that she had given me complete control over her lushes' body. As she had trusted me completely, I wanted to reward her. I needed to cum badly, but practiced my tantric exercise. Every few minutes I squeezed the muscle in my abdomen that controls the flow of piss. I was able to hold off my orgasm, while continuing to rip into her twat. Sam ran from one cum to the next, but was helpless to move, as I had her pinned to the bed. I was working so hard, that sweat dripped off my face and landed on Sam. She was so used-up, that my streaming sweat didn't bother her. After a final blast, Sam begged, "Pleeeeeaze. Pleeeeeaze stop. No mooore. Can't . . . take . . . anyyyyyy . . . moooooore!" I pulled from Sam's gapping cunt, pulled the toy from her ass and pressed my dick in hard." Sam groaned as I bottomed out in her tighest hole, her mouth opened, her head shook back and forth, but she didn't make a sound as I fucked her asshole. She was so tight that I couldn't hold out for long. I was so close to cumming and wanted to treat Sam in a way she'd never forget. I pulled from her gapping asshole and climbed up her body. While straddling her upper chest, I stroked my cock. As my orgasm got closer, I reached down and pulled the I-Pod ear buds from Sam's ears and the sleep mask from her eyes. Her first sight of me, was the angry purple head of my dick, just inches from her face. Sam was mesmerized as I stroked myself . . . once . . . twice . . . three more times and then I exploded. I first glob of cum rocketed from my cock, hit Sam's right cheek and streaked over her eye to her forehead. The second covered her nose. I leaned forward and blasted against her mouth and continued to milk my stalk, until the rest of my cum pooled on her face and streamed to the sheets below. I wasn't surprised when an out-of-breath Sam begged, "Please Sir! Please let me eat your cum!" After nodding my consent, Sam smiled and for the first time ever looked into my eyes, as she scooped the warm cum from her face and fed it into her slutty mouth. "UUUmmmmmm. Delicious!" If you enjoyed our adventure, "Vote and vote often!" Adventures of a Literotica Author Ch. 03 Denny's Restaurant -- June, 2005 I was sitting close to the front door, when they walked into Denny's for our late morning breakfast date. She was dressed, as I had instructed her, in a tight white tee-shirt, jeans and casual shoes. I was confident that underneath were a white satin bra and thong set. When she saw me, her face brightened in sexual lust. He was dressed casually in jeans, golf shirt and sneakers. When he recognized me, his pasty white skinned face turned bright red. Together, they walked to my booth. Literotica Feed Back -- April, 2005 Hi, I want to tell you that your first story was great. I love stories about dominant men and the idea of a dominant hair stylist; surrounded daily by woman was unique and wild. I also enjoyed that the story took place in West Hartford, CT. I live in nearby Bloomfield and recognized many of the landmarks! I was creaming in my panties as I read! Please write more! Kitty My first story had been posted on Literotica for six days and generally received positive comments and feedback. Kitty's feedback was the first I received from a woman that included a valid email address. I'll admit that I had a stirring in my groin, when I noticed she lived in Bloomfield, just a few miles away. I wrote back: Kitty, Thanks for your kind words about my first story and encouragement to continue writing. I think I've caught the Literotica bug! After reading the stories for years and finally posting my own, I'm hooked. I also enjoy stories about dominant men and submissive women and enjoy that theme in real life. I think many others do too, but are forced to bury their feelings. I'm glad I don't have too. I'm also glad you've shared your feelings. Thanks. Christopher I'm Christopher. At the time of my first story, I was a forty-four year old professional, married father of two. My wife and I had an active and fulfilling relationship, including great sex. She enjoyed my domination, to a point. However, when I crossed "the line," she would turn-off for the night. I craved the opportunity to meet a sub/slut. Kitty surprised me, when she sent an email the next day. Hi Christopher, I know what you mean about burying dominant and submissive feelings. I found Literotica by accident. My computer was in for repair and I was using my husband's. I found the site in his history file and when I looked more closely at the stories, all he read were stories about dominant men. Those stories excited me also and I started reading them too. One night, Henry caught me. He was surprised that I liked the stories and we compared our favorites. It gets frustrating, knowing we both like a D/s theme, but we have a boring sex life. I just can't figure it out. Anyway, you should know that Henry and I each gave your story a "five." He "got off" on it as much as I did. Your friend, Kitty Kitty and I exchanged emails almost daily. I learned that she and Henry were high school sweethearts, had been together for a total of sixteen years and married for ten. Both were in their mid-30's, taught high school and were thinking about starting a family. The picture she forwarded showed the happy couple. Kitty was very cute, with a short, very curvy, full and healthy body. Her brown hair was styled, framed her face and hung to her shoulders. Kitty's eyes were bright and her smile was wide and gleaming. She wasn't beautiful. Instead she was cute and innocent looking. Henry was standing behind her in the picture. My first thought was, in ten years, he'll be the "Pillsbury Dough Boy." He is short, pasty white and overweight. Several days after I had sent my picture, Kitty observed, "You look a lot like the description of the character in your story. How much of the character is truly you?" I answered, "I based the character on me, my looks, my personality, and my sexual desires and fantasizes." It took Kitty another week to ask the question she was really thinking about. She asked, "How much did you exaggerate the size of your penis?" I ignored the question completely and waited. Three days later Kitty wrote, "I see you're not answering me about your size. You must be a four inch wonder like Henry." In my next email, I told her, "Sorry about that. I forgot to answer. No, I'm not four inches. I'll admit to rounding up, so I'm not nine inches. I'm closer to eight and a half. I'm told that I'm pretty thick." Kitty's two word response was, "Holy shit!" When I opened my email, the next day, I found more feedback for my story: Literotica Feedback -- June 2005; Hi, My wife and I love your story and we hope you write more. Henry and Kitty The email address was different. I suspected it was Henry's. I answered, "Thanks for your note. I have three more stories in various stages. I'll let you know when they're ready! Christopher I also sent a note directly to Kitty. "You little married slut! What are you up too?" She responded, "No one has ever called me a slut before. I almost came when I read it! I'm not sure what I'm doing. I keep thinking about you. I keep thinking about how you treat the women in your stories. It turns me on and I'm pretty sure it turns Henry on." I quickly wrote back to Henry's email address, "Hi Kitty and Henry. Thanks for your note and the encouragement to keep writing. I think it's exciting that a husband and wife can enjoy the types of D/s themes I write about. Do you have that type of relationship? Which of you is Dom? Christopher" And to Kitty, I wrote, "Sweetheart, we both know what you're doing! You're acting like a slut. You're a married woman and you've emailed a stranger, almost daily, and shared the secrets of your intimate life and sexual fantasizes. We also know that you're trying to decide if you want to make your fantasy into reality. And now you're using your husband and bringing him into your little game. Do you want to cuckold him?" When I checked my email, the next evening after work, I found two. The first from Henry said, "Neither of us have dominant tendencies. We've been reading stories on Literotica and have found we like those with a D/s theme. It's frustrating. I've found my wife is submissive and I'm passive. Henry I read Kitty's next. "You're right and you're wrong. I am using Henry. I'm pushing him to explore. But you're also wrong. I'm not trying to decide. I've already decided. If you can talk Henry into it . . . well, you fill in the blank." After three short weeks of daily emails to Kitty and Henry, we met. Denny's Restaurant - June, 2005 As they reached the table, I stood and pumped Henry's hand and welcomed him. Turning to Kitty, I slid an arm around her waist and pulled her to me. Her breasts squished into my chest as I leaned in and gently pressed my lips into hers. Smiling, I let my hand drop and cup her left ass cheek, before pulling away. As they slid into the opposite side of the booth, I had to smirk at the couple's complete sexual naïveté. We had an enjoyable time, chatting and eating our late breakfast. Their initial nervousness disappeared after a short time. They were intelligent and had a wide variety of interests. I was enjoying my time with them. As our waitress cleared the remains of our breakfast, Henry started, "Well, we were kind of wondering . . . if you wanted to come over for the afternoon?" Henry fidgeted, as he waited for a response. "What do you have in mind?" He nervously continued, "Well, the Red Sox are playing. Maybe we could hang out and watch the game." I stared at Henry and shook my head, "I hate to waste an entire afternoon watching baseball." I ended with a shrug. "We don't have to watch sports," he eagerly went on. "We could do something else." "I'll ask you again, Henry. What do you have in mind?" Henry glanced at his wife and when she nodded for him to continue, he said, "Would you be interested in doing something . . . like from your stories?" "Maybe," I conceded. "Tell me more." "Kitty and I have been talking about you and how you act. It really excites her and she wants to try it." "Why don't you do it, Henry?" He couldn't raise his eyes from the table. Instead of answering, Henry shrugged. "I'm interested in playing, but I need an answer to my question." Henry's pasty white face had a deep blush, as he admitted, "I can't treat Kitty like she wants to be treated." "Look at me Henry," I instructed. "How bad does Kitty want this?" He gulped and admitted, "She wants it really bad." "Does she want to be a slut?" I asked. Henry nodded, and answered out loud, "Yes." "And you? Do you want me to treat your sexy wife like a slut?" I asked. "I do," he whispered. "Are you giving me your wife?" "Yes." "Will you be with us?" I asked Henry. "I'd like to . . ." "You'd like to what?" Henry steadied himself and said, "I'd like to watch." "Will you participate?" Again, he shrugged and said, "Maybe." I looked at Kitty for the first time, since the discussion turned to sex. "Is this what you want?" Wide eyed, Kitty nodded. "You want to be my slut?" "Yes," she croaked. "Ask me." She took a few seconds to collect herself and then asked, "Please . . . please let me be your slut." "Do you want Henry to watch?" Kitty looked at Henry and then at me. "Yes," she slowly said. Looking at both husband and wife I explained, "The only rules will be my rules." Both nodded their agreement. "Kitty," I started, "Are you excited?" "I'm really excited! This is unbelievable." I continued, "Is Henry excited?" At first Kitty was confused by my question. She wondered, "Why is he asking me?" Then, with a smirk, she figured what I wanted. I watched as her hand moved to Henry's lap. She giggled and told me, "Oh yeah. He's real excited." "It seems like we're all excited. Let's head to your home." I called for the check, paid and together we walked to the parking lot. We exited Denny's and when we reached the parking lot, I pointed to my Land Rover and told them, "Kitty can drive with me," and led Kitty to my vehicle. Henry looked uneasy, but didn't say anything. I opened the passenger door for Kitty and as she stepped onto the running board, I reached down and cupped her jean covered twat and squeezed. She jumped and in a surprised grunt, said, "Oh God, yes." I massaged her pussy through her jeans, leaned in and stuck my tongue into her ear and finally told her, "You have one minute to strip." Cupping her by the ass, I lifted her into the Range Rover and closed the door. As I circled the car, I caught sight of Henry, waiting by the entrance in a gold Honda Civic. I waved to him, opened the driver's side door and climbed in, next to a topless Kitty. She had just dropped her bra and in an automatic gesture covered her very large breasts. "You have less than thirty seconds to get your jeans off." Remembering my instructions, Kitty uncovered her breasts, unbuckled her belt and jeans and wiggled them and her white, thong style panties over her hips. I didn't give Kitty the satisfaction of looking at her. Instead, I started the car, pulled out of the parking space and behind Henry. Once on the main road, I asked, "How long is the drive?" "About fifteen minutes," Kitty answered. "Do we pass a drug store, on the way?" My naked passenger looked around, to become re-oriented and answered, "Yes. We pass a Walgreen's." "I forgot a bottle of lube. We'll need to stop." "Christopher, I need to know. Are you really going to fuck my butt?" I waited a few beats before telling Kitty, "Have no doubt. Before I leave you, my cum will be dripping from your ass." My already rock hard cock became harder, as Kitty wiggled her naked ass into the front seat of the SUV and groaned, "Oh God!" I looked at Kitty and watched as her imagination took over. She looked adorable. Her face was cute and she looked ten years younger than her thirty four years. Her brown hair was pulled back into a short pony tail and held in place by a preppy blue and white polka-dot bow. I re-evaluated her body. She wasn't plump. Instead, she was solid and curvy. Her skin was flawless and had a healthy glow. Kitty's breasts were huge. They were very firm, but because of the shear mass, they hung down. They were capped with large brown areoles and topped with long spongy nipples. Kitty's thighs were pressed together and she was gently squeezing them into her hairless puss. I watched as Kitty dialed her husband's cell and then watched though the windshield as Henry answered his phone. "Hi Henry," Kitty purred. "You need to make a stop at Walgreen's." She listened to his response before continuing, "Please buy some Astro-Glide." After another pause, she impatiently responded, "So I won't be split in half, when he ass fucks me." I noticed a bit of nastiness in Kitty's tone. She was listening to Henry again and curtly said, "No Henry. We'll go to the house." She looked at me before adding, "Look in your rear view mirror." I looked ahead at the mirror in Henry's car and watched his eyes, look back at us. Kitty rose up in the seat and exposed her bare tits to him. "And you better hurry." In a last dig at her husband, she finished, "We may even start without you," and she ended the call. I was going to comment on the way she was treating Henry, but decided now wasn't the time. I wanted all my options open, as our afternoon was just beginning. We arrived at Kitty and Henry's home a few minutes later. They lived in a neat Cape Cod style home, compete with a picket fence. It was on the outskirts of town and fairly isolated. Kitty had me park in the driveway, got out of the car and together we walked up the brick path to the front door. Although the naked beauty couldn't be seen from the neighbor's homes, she easily could be spotted by a passing car. It was hard taking my eyes off the sway of Kitty's full round ass and bouncing breasts, as she made her way, unobserved, to the front door. Once inside their home, I simply instructed Kitty, "Kiss me." She smiled, came forward, leaned into me and pressed her soft moist lips into mine. Her arms circled my neck, while my hands gripped her waist and held her against me. Kitty's naked breasts mashed against my chest. She groaned as I pushed my tongue into her warm wet mouth and ground her horny twat into my thigh. I bit her lobe and whispered, "Are you ready to be a slut?" Grinding even harder against my leg, she croaked, "Oh yeah. Make me your slut." Letting my right hand drop from her waist, I pressed two fingers against her aroused pussy lips. Kitty let out a loud, "UUUUUUrrrrrggggg," as she circled her hips against my probing hand. "I've waaaaaanted this for soooooooooo fucking loooong." I pressed Kitty against the entry hall wall, continued a deep French kiss and worked my fingers around her over heated hole. I easily found her g-spot and teased it with my finger tips. "You wanted what?" Kitty was humping into my hand and groaned, "Being a slut . . . soooo goooood . . . soooo . . . fuuuuuucking . . . gooooooood!" She was moving toward an orgasm, when the sound of Henry's car could be heard, pulling into the driveway. Pulling my fingers from her twat, I instructed, "Clean them," and pushed my two glistening fingers into Kitty's mouth. She gagged slightly and then enthusiastically moved her tongue around and cleaned my cream covered digits. Hearing Henry's footsteps approach the front door, I told Kitty, "Open the door, pull him in and aggressively give him a kiss." Henry was caught off guard, when Kitty pushed him against the wall. He mumbled, "Oh yes," as she pressed against him. He dropped the Walgreen bag and his arms circled his naked wife. "Thank you . . . thank you sooooo much . . . for this!" Kitty was almost out of control as I walked up and pressed into her back, sandwiching the horny brunette. I held her hips and pressed my raging pant-covered boner into her ass. Kitty actually started to shake, she was so excited. I leaned in and whispered, "I want a beer, slut." She pulled her tongue from Henry's mouth and answered, "Yes Sir!" She slid from between us and Henry and I both watched as she made her way to the kitchen. Her ass looked delicious. I led Henry from the entry way and into his spacious family room and plopped onto a bar stool. Kitty returned a few moments later carrying three Coors Lights. As she handed them out, Henry nervously said, "I think we need some rules, before this gets out of control." I started to shake my head, but didn't need to, when Kitty jumped in, "We talked about this already, Henry." Gaining some confidence, he continued, "I know. But this is new for both of us. I think we need to set some boundaries." Kitty gave him a huge smile, approached him and kissed him aggressively. She reached to his waist, pulled his shirt from his jeans and wiggled it over his head. His pudgy stomach and pasty white man-boobs jiggled as she tore his shirt off. Leaning in again, they kissed hard. "Come with me," Kitty told him. Taking his hand, she guided him to the other side of the house. I heard a door close and then for the next few minutes, some muffled bickering. She returned alone a few minutes later and I asked, "Where's Henry?" Kitty smiled shyly, blushed and said, "He's in our bedroom and in time-out." She laughed as she finished. When I raised an eyebrow, Kitty continued, "Henry won't bother us. I promise." "Strip me," was my next instruction. Kitty's smile got wide as she stepped in front of me. As she had done with Henry, she pulled my shirt from my slacks and over my head. My tee shirt followed and she dropped it to the floor. She took a moment and placed both palms against my chest and traced up to my shoulders and down my arms. "You're in good shape and have a great bod!" Reaching for her hanging breast, I cupped it gently. Kitty was purring, as I closed the distance between us and pressed my lips into hers. Our tongues dueled together. I continued to massage her heavy breast and let my other hand drop to her lushes ass. Kitty groaned into my open mouth as I explored her round globes and tight crease. After an energetic kiss, I instructed, "Finish undressing me." Kitty dropped to her knees and quickly pulled my shoes and socks from my feet. After unbuckling and unsnapping my jeans, she pulled them and my boxers to the floor. It took a few extra tugs to get my jeans completely off, as Kitty was distracted by my hard thick cock bouncing inches from her face. She stared for a few moments and then smiled and said, "I remember what you told me." "About what?" I asked. "You said hands were for hand jobs," her smile got wider as she finished, "and mouths were for blow jobs." Kitty's hands rested along her thighs as she opened her mouth and leaned in. She took over half my cock, nearly five inches, on the first try. I was tempted to take hold of her head and continue to push in, but decided to see what Kitty might offer on her own. Very slowly, she backed off and let her tongue drag along my shaft. She circled the head and then started a slow decent. When I hit the entrance of her throat, she gagged, backed an inch out, caught her breath and pressed down again. Her throat was tight and circled my cock head. "That feels fucking incredible," I encouraged Kitty. She groaned and the vibrations rocked my balls. Backing me out again, she stopped when my plum size head was resting on her extended tongue. Kitty reached up and grabbed an ass cheek in each hand. With a gleam in her eye, I watched as my dick slid against her tongue, past her lips and into her mouth. She retched again as I pressed at the entrance of her throat, but instead of backing off, she continued until my groin was pressed against her lips.