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Turn About

By: DarkerCravings



I sometimes wonder if he knows me as well as he believes he does. He has such a devious mind himself, and I am not use to sharing these kinds of thoughts with another. I am such an open book in so many ways; he may not realize just how deep, how dark my deviant side runs. As close as we are, it is still difficult for me be completely open in this area. It is a part of me that I am use to keeping very private. Much of it is still unexplored because of my uneasiness with this other side of my mind, these darker cravings.

Tonight, however, he will certainly get a glimpse into that part of my mind. We have a running joke between us "Turn about is fair play", both of us being switches in play, it is the tease we use to remind the other that their turn will eventually come. Tonight will be his turn, though he doesn't realize that yet. He has been smug all week on the phone regarding what he is planning to do to me, but his plans are about to be thwarted.

It's my birthday, and he has agreed to take me out of the city for the weekend. I have been so looking forward to it, needing the break from the stress of work and room-mates. All along he has been teasing me about what might happen to me when we get alone in the cabin, wanting me to get all worked up, and develop a case of nerves over it. I'm not at all nervous. I'm not at all wondering and fretting, because you see, this is MY birthday....and I decided that I should get what I want. 

As we drove toward the mountains, he continued to tease me occasionally, and I played along, pretending to try and guess what his plans are, asking questions, and begging for clues. He is completely unaware that I am simply leading him where I want him to go. It's perfect.

Once we arrived at the cabin, chosen mainly for its privacy, we unloaded the car and began to think about dinner. He was talking about having me cook and serve him, or forcing me to eat only from his hand, laughing as I put the appropriate pouting expressions on my face. Finally I begged to be taken out to dinner, knowing he would agree. He didn't really want to waste our time together by having me in the kitchen cooking, and I knew it.

I excused myself to freshen up before leaving, and while in the bathroom, made a quick phone call. I was ready to go now, and I only had to keep him away long enough for the others to set it all up. My real birthday surprise!

We went to a local Bar-b-que place and took our time, talking and laughing. There was a lot of innuendo and sexual teasing, which is very normal for the two of us. After we finished eating and had relaxed a bit, he pronounced himself ready to celebrate my birthday. I agreed that I was ready as well, and he said "are you sure you're ready?" in that teasing tone of his. Oh yes, said I, I am past ready; I've been looking forward to this all week. We both laughed, but I laughed this time not out of a case of nerves for what he would do, but because I knew that this time, it would be his nerves on the line. I couldn't wait to show him what I was capable of. 

As we pulled up to the darkened cabin, he muttered that he thought he had left the porch light on. I shrugged my shoulders, and stepped out of the car and into the dark. He said to wait there until he could get inside and put a light on, teasing me about wearing heels to the mountains and taking the risk of breaking my neck for the sake of fashion. 

Just as his foot hit the bottom step, I screamed! He turned to see two figures holding me while I struggled, one clamping his hand over my mouth to prevent my screaming again. He came running toward me as they began to drag me away from the car, but before he could reach me, he was grabbed from behind. 

He saw me being carried around the side of the building toward the old barn, just as the blindfold slid into place. A large hand covered his mouth and a deep voice told him to stop struggling, if he didn't want to see me hurt. The two large men tied his hands behind him and gagged him, then removed the blindfold. They marched him toward the old barn as well, and I could only imagine what must be going through his mind. I know how strong his protective feelings are where I'm concerned.

As he was lead in; he could see me at the far end of the barn. I was tied to a post and gagged. They marched him in and the four men circled him. They were all over six feet tall and well muscled, the leader had hair as black as night, with eyes to match, even his skin was darker than most sun worshipers. Of the other three, one was very blonde, while the other two were of more average coloring. 

He was told that they wouldn't harm me, and that there was no need to worry about me, I would be released when it was over. It wasn't me they wanted. They laughed as he looked around at their leering faces.

One of the men shoved him to his knees saying "How bout you show your girlfriend here how it's done, give her a little lesson in cock sucking. You like your cock sucked right? I bet you shove your cock down her throat every chance you get, so lets see what you can do with one boy!" He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his cock out, it wasn't too long but it was fairly thick. I watched as the man removed the gag and began to brush his cock back and forth against D's lips. D tried to turn his head away, but one of the men came over to me and ripped the front of my shirt open and began to twist my breasts painfully. "Don't force us to involve her in this, she isn't what we want, but we'll use her to get you to cooperate if we need to" said another of the men. 

D opened his mouth to speak, and the dark headed man shoved his cock in. He held the back of D's head so that he couldn't pull back and began pumping in and out of his mouth. As the others watched, they became more excited and started stroking the front of their jeans. Eventually all four had unzipped and were openly stroking their cocks, jeering at D, and wanting their turn. He was spun from man to man, being forced to suck each in turn, He was off balance as they pushed and pulled him between them, unable to use his hands, he swung against their legs as they used him. 

After a while, one of them made a comment about getting D out of his clothes and making him a bit more available for use. The large dark headed man reached under D's arms and lifted him up onto his feet. He said, we are going to untie you now, if you try to fight at all, I'll put your lights out...understand? D nodded and the big man pulled a knife from his pocket and cut the rope. D's hands and arms were so numb that he couldn't have done much damage. He glanced over at me and the dark man noticed. He laughed and said "worried about what your woman thinks? I bet she is turned on as hell. Why don't we go over and find out? "He brought D over to where I was bound, and two of the men held him there. The dark man unzipped my jeans and slid them down past my knees. "Reach between your girls legs and see if she's wet", he ordered D. As D did this, he looked into my eyes... and I winked and smiled back at him.

He drew in a shocked breath as it hit him that this whole thing was staged, and they dragged him away from me, laughing, while he sputtered unbelievingly. One if the men released me, while the others continued to hold D. Now, I said, my birthday celebration can really begin. 

I had the men strip D while I watched. They pulled his shirt off and shoved him down on the floor. The blonde grabbed his shoes from his feet and one of the others unzipped him and pushed his jeans and underwear down to his knees. They grabbed his pants by the ankles and literally shook him out of them while I laughed. He rolled over onto his hands and knees, but before he could get up, the dark man knelt behind him and held him there. I handed him some lube and the dark one stoked it onto his cock while pushing down on D's back, shoving his face into the straw. You know your going to love this, he said. 

The man pushed his cock against the opening of D's ass hole and teased him with the head of it. He gently pressed against the opening, just enough for the head to slip inside, then held still for a moment. He motioned another man around to hold D's wrists out in front of him. Now his ass was up and exposed, while his chest was almost flat on the floor of the barn. The dark one pushed in a bit deeper and a moan escaped D's lips, he could not help but rock back a bit...greedy slut that he is. When he did this, the dark one laughed and said ": I was going to start gentle, but seeing how badly you want it..." as he shoved his cock in to the hilt. 

The man fucked him until on the edge of orgasm and stopped, and then the next man took his place. They all had a turn at his ass, pushing him and positioning how they preferred. He was sweating and moaning, straw was stuck to his arms, back and legs. He was, in fact a mess.

With all this going on he had not noticed that I had been joined by a couple of friends. The ladies stood by me and we enjoyed the show together. At my signal, the blonde man flipped him over on his back and began to fuck him in an almost missionary position. Now he could see that I had company, and that he was the main attraction for the evening. 

I informed him that since none of the men had cum yet, this could go on for hours. The only thing that would stop it would be for him to make each person there cum....starting with the ladies. At that, S, a cute and curvy brunette walked over and positioned her pussy above his mouth. He began to lick and suck at her, while the man continued to use his ass. She was obviously turned on by the visual directly in front of her, and began to grind her pussy into his face, fucking it without regard for him at all. Before long I could see her thighs start to tremble and her pace picked up as she let out a scream and pushed into his mouth. Immediately, C, a deceptively innocent looking blonde replaced her. She straddled his face, holding herself just above his mouth, and held her pussy lips open for him. She laughed and told him he would have to work for it. C said "I will hold myself just like this, and you will have to rise up to tongue my pussy." She laughed as he struggled to reach her.

The man fucking him was on the edge of orgasm, and pulled out. D wrapped his arms around C's thighs and pulled her pussy down onto his tongue as another man slid into his ass. He groaned and shuddered, and as he did C lost control.

All of this had me worked up to a white hot edge. I walked over and put my hand on the shoulder of the man currently impaling my partner and said "The women are taken care of, now the men". The man resumed in earnest, pumping D's ass for all he was worth. I watched his face contort as he shot his load inside my loves ass. Quickly the next man shoved inside him, as another shoved his cock into D's mouth. As they rocked him back and forth between them I began to stoke D's cock with my hand. He was moaning around the cock in his mouth and I could tell he was almost at his limit. As one man shuddered and sent his load into D's ass, the other pulled his cock out to shoot his load all over D's face.

Before he could react, he was flipped over and the dark man shoved deeply into him. He began to make sounds like he was struggling to handle it all, but he didn't ask for it to stop. The man grabbed him by the hips and ground into him, fucking him hard and rough. As D began to get louder the man threw back his head and pushed in deep spewing his cum into D's already soaked ass hole. 

As he pulled out, D fell to one side and lay there panting. "Good thing that was the last one, I couldn't have taken much more". Really, I said, that's too bad because you see...I haven't cum yet, and until I do your not through. He kind of laughed and said ": I'll take care of you later". No, I informed him, you will take care of me now. As he lay on his back, I slid over him in a 69 position. He began licking my pussy as the others stood in a circle around us, watching, cheering him on. The circle parted and a very tall, very well hung black man entered. He stepped behind me and slid his hard cock into my wet pussy. D stopped and I looked down at him. One more, I said, as the man slid his cock inside my dripping pussy. D was licking the both of us, taking the cock into his mouth if it slipped out. It did not take me long to come, and when I did, I moved aside to watch the huge black cock shoot its wad all over D's body. 

My love was covered in cum; it was on his body, in his hair, on his face. He reeked of cum, even his breath. His ass was sore and dripping, straw and mud stuck to him, and he was the hottest thing I have ever seen.

Turn About



There's this odd sect that used to own some property out near the picnic grounds in our town. They've broken up and gone now, but it was one of their weirder antics that led to this tale.

A group of us had been to the picnic grounds for a meal, some hiking and some swimming in the nearby lake. After lunch I'd gone for a walk with Carla, with Suzy tagging along. Little hints that I'd appreciate some me time with Carla as I wanted to seduce her just flew past Suzy. She heard what she wanted to hear, end of story.

So there we were, strolling along, when we passed the gate to the sect's compound. There was a new adornment just outside the gate. A set of stocks. Not the comfortable type where you sit down and put your legs in them, but one of the more uncomfortable types, where you're bent half over with head and arms imprisoned. 

Best of all, from my point of view, was the fact that the stocks were occupied by a naked young woman, who I would assess as being in her early twenties.

Carla and Suzy thought it hilarious, and Carla told me this was my chance. 

"It's not as though she can do anything to stop you," Carla urged. "You can have some fun. Suzy and I don't mind watching. It'll be educational."

I pointed out that I couldn't really just walk up to her and rape her.

"Why not?" asked Carla. "It's her own fault for being naked like that. If she doesn't want to get raped then she shouldn't be nude in public."

I pointed out that she probably wasn't given too much choice in the matter, but Carla was adamant that I should take her, with Suzy's enthusiastic agreement.

It appears that because I wouldn't I was immediately relegated to the status of wimp, not a real man.

Ignoring the rude comments I approached the lovely young prisoner and asked her if I could be of assistance. I was quite willing to let her out of the stocks.

"No, sir," she told me. "You can't do that. The elder says I have to stay here until someone comes along and actually takes me. Then they'll send someone out to bring me in. They're watching," she added.

I considered this rather strange, and told her so. I asked if she'd like me to take her, so she could get out.

"Don't do that," she said quickly. "They've got a punishment set up for whoever does take me, and I don't want to see you get into trouble."

"What sort of punishment have they got lined up for the culprit," I queried, amused.

"I'm not supposed to say," she said, but at the same time I noticed her kicking at some leaves and things lying nearby.

I looked a little closer at the leaves she had kicked aside, then I thoughtfully walked around behind her for a slightly better look at her pussy and behind.

Walking around to face the girl I asked her if she'd been given any medicine, and she nodded.

I strolled back to the girls and suggested we continue our walk, but Carla balked. 

"I want to wait a minute longer," she protested. "Mike is coming down the track, and I don't think he'll have your delicate sensitivities."

She was correct. Mike was coming along the track, and where his delicate sensitivities were concerned, a Scotsman in a kilt would be in danger. The young woman in the stocks was simply a no contest.

He looked towards us to see if we were going to object. Carla and Suzy cheered him on and he totally ignored my recommendation that I thought that what he was going to do was not a wise choice.

Mike just walked up behind his victim, unzipped and drove home. She squealed a bit, but didn't seem overly worried about being raped.

Carla and Suzy were cheering Mike on, definitely not earning themselves any kudos from me, while I just watched and waited.

Finishing, Mike came strutting up to us.

"Not going to have a go yourself, Norm," he goaded me.

I just shook my head.

"Not me. When I considered all that poison ivy she's got on her bottom and pussy I thought that I give it a miss."

Mike looked at me appalled and the girls started giggling. 

"Check the leaves scattered around her feet, Mike," I calmly suggested. "Or better yet, go find a way to wash your balls. It might help."

This time when I suggested that we continued our walk, the girls came along, still laughing.

The whole incident had set me thinking, however. As I said, I had not been impressed by Carla and Suzy's attitude to rape. If they were that indifferent to one person's rape, would they be like that to another's?

- - -

Carla was chatting to me a few days later about Mike's woes. In his usual arrogant manner he had ignored my warning about poison ivy until he woke up in the middle of the night with balls of fire. The rash was so bad he had to see a doctor for medicine and treatment for the scratches where he'd tried to claw his testicles off.

Carla was maliciously amused by the whole incident.

"While I have no real sympathy for Mike," I told her, "I can feel sorry for that woman from the sect in the stocks. I noticed that you and Suzy didn't waste any sympathy on her."

Carla was still wasting no sympathy. "Serves her right," she snorted. "What did she think would happen standing out there naked. Any woman who gets naked in front of a man can expect to have sex with him, like it or not."

"You seem to think that it's her responsibility not to be in that sort of situation?" I pressed.

"Damn right I do. If she drops her panties she can expect a man to take up the challenge."

"I also noticed that you and Suzy seemed to enjoy watching her get taken by Mike," I said, urging her to open up a bit more.

Carla laughed at the memory. "It was a hoot," she giggled, "the way she squawked when Mike stuck it to her and then the indignant look she had, waiting for him to finish."

"So," I said idly, "you probably wouldn't have too much of a problem if I was to get better acquainted with Suzy if I happened to stumble across her naked."

Carla giggled again. "That would be fun, seeing Suzy grabbed and bonked. I can't see it happening though, because I don't think Suzy will be wandering around naked anywhere."

"Probably not," I said, almost indifferently. "Of course, if she dropped by your place while I was there and you set up a game of strip poker or something similar..." I let my voice trail off, leaving the rest to her imagination and my faith in that cruel streak she had.

I was not too surprised to get an invite suggesting I drop by Carla's house on Saturday afternoon. When I stopped by I found Suzy was also visiting, and the girls had set up a game of poker. Suzy blushed when I came in as she was in her undies. Carla was slightly better off, still having her skirt on.

Suzy suggested that maybe they should pack up the game now, but Carla suggest that I should join in. I demurred, saying I wouldn't want to embarrass Suzy but, in typical Suzy fashion, Suzy promptly switched from packing it in to insisting I join them.

Reluctantly I took my place at the table and the game continued. Not greatly to my surprise, both Carla and Suzy were rotten players. If I'd wanted to I could have had them both starkers after a couple of hands, but I let the game draw out a bit. My strategy was to have Carla naked first, which would then persuade Suzy to shed her panties as well when she lost the next hand.

Things went well from my point of view, and it wasn't too long before both girls were nude. Carla was keeping one eye on me, wondering when I'd make my move. She was itching for what she considered the real fun to begin.

With both girls naked, they didn't have any real stakes for the next hand, so I told them that I happened to have a crepe bandage in my pocket. If they lost the next round, the girl with the worst hand had to agree to being tied up. Carla agreed, as expected, and so Suzy went along, also as expected.

I dealt what would be the last round with the results coming out precisely as I wanted. (Did I ever mention that I'm quite a good amateur magician? Card tricks a specialty.)

Suzy was now blushing and Carla was giggling. I suggested to Carla that we move the coffee table over to the side, as this would give us more room. While Carla pulled the coffee table aside, I had Suzy turn around and put her hands behind her back. Using the crepe bandage, I quickly and carefully bound her hands together and then tied the other end of the bandage around the leg of the couch, effectively tethering her to it.

Then while Suzy watched with eyes that were opening very wide, I quickly finished stripping, revealing that my erection was raring to go. 

Suzy was staring at me, wondering what was going on, so I thought it only right to show her. Turning, I grabbed Carla and kneed her behind her knees, causing her to fall to the floor. Guiding her as she fell, I laid her on her back while I sank down so that I was kneeling between her thighs and leaning over her.

"You're naked," I pointed out, "and I'd just as soon have you as Suzy. Sooner actually, as you'll probably put up some fight."

Put up some fight, was right. She exploded. She finally realised that the whole stunt was aimed at her, and that she was going to be the one to get taken.

Carla's language was quite shocking, but I manfully ignored it, concentrating on making sure that she didn't scratch my eyes out or knee me in a place where I'd much rather not be kneed.

Being already in position between her thighs, there was not much Carla could do to stop my abrupt entry. Apparently she'd been getting excited about what I was supposed to be doing to Suzy as she was already wet, which greatly facilitated my entry.

While Carla yelled and swore at me, I pushed forcefully into her, quickly plunging in to my full length. Then Carla really got mad. She started bucking and squealing and thrashing around, desperate to try to get out from under me, but all she was achieving was to give me an exciting ride.

I didn't have to worry about pumping into her and matching rhythms. Carla's wild exertions were giving me all the friction I required and, quite frankly, I was amazed at how fast she was able to bring me to a climax.

Feeling me pumping my seed into her, Carla finally froze. She gave me a nasty look and called me a nastier name and then relaxed, knowing it was too late for her to do anything about the situation.

Pulling loose from her, while still holding her hands in self defence, I pointed out that what I'd done was only what she had advocated.

It seems that she didn't mean that type of situation to apply to her, but she hadn't said that. 

"Too late to tell me now," I told her. "Still it was fun. Want to try again?"

Carla almost spat at me, but for a moment I could see her considering it. She was undoubtedly horny now, and our brief bout had not been as fulfilling for her as it had been for me. 

Carla suddenly seemed to remember that Suzy was there and had been watching the whole show with interest.

Suzy was decidedly flushed now, with her nipples erect, and her temper up. It had hit home to her that as far as Carla was concerned, she, Suzy, was the one who was supposed to have been lying flat on her back getting screwed.

I looked at the two angry young women. The two angry and naked young women, and my hormones stirred again.

Both women turned to look at me as my erection decided to stand forth again, indicating a desire to continue the action. They then turned to look at each other, as if asking who would be getting served.

"Suzy, why don't you roll over onto your tummy and lift your bottom up," I suggested.

Suzy pointedly stayed right where she was. Carla, however, decided to be helpful.

"Don't be such a wimp," she snapped at Suzy, grabbing her and rolling her onto her tummy. "If I can handle it, so can you." Carla then grabbed Suzy by the hips and dragged her up into the required position.

It seemed that Carla was determined that she wasn't going to be the only victim and an object of sympathy. One in, all in, was her philosophy.

Ever willing to help, Carla moved Suzy's lips apart, taking my cock in her other hand and directing it into place. Suzy's crime was seeing Carla get jumped, and now she had to pay for it.

As soon as the head of my cock had penetrated Suzy's lips, Carla indicated that I should stay still. Slightly startled I did so, and heard Carla directing Suzy to press herself back onto my cock. When Suzy shook her head, Carla gave her a sharp slap on the bottom, with a curt command to not be silly. 

Suzy yielded at that point and pushed herself hard back against me, neatly spitting herself on my shaft.

Carla was now watching with satisfaction as I started taking Suzy in earnest. Suzy was indifferent to what was being done to her, apparently just getting no reaction from it. I didn't let this worry me, as I was definitely getting some pretty pleasant reaction from her tight pussy clasping my cock. 

I calmly took my time, thrusting home steadily and letting the momentum build. When I was finally ready to come, Suzy was still just swaying in time with my activities, apparently not really participating in what was happening. Come I did, with Suzy showing not the slightest reaction. I will admit it was slightly off-putting, not the sort of thing that would encourage a return visit.

Getting dressed afterwards, I studied the pair of them. Carla was furious with me. Not for having taken her, I realised, but for tricking her. Suzy was still indifferent to me, but furious with Carla for setting it up. It suddenly dawned on me. Suzy was gay, and she wanted Carla, but Carla didn't know it. An interesting situation, but not one I could actual assist with.

Being shown out by a coldly furious Carla, I stopped at the door.

"I will be back this evening about eight," I told her with a smile. "If you're naked, you know what will happen. If you're not naked, I will undress you anyway, and then you know what will happen."

"You're an arrogant bastard," Carla replied and slammed the door. No matter. I'd take a bet that when I returned, she'd be naked and waiting. 



Turn About: A Cautionary Tale



Don't let this happen to you. Let this be a warning to consider the obscure pitfalls of a walk on the wild side and not just the obvious ones.

I consider myself relatively wary by nature, and not prone to let my cock lead me over a cliff. When I got an email inquiry into the possibility of helping realize a wife's fantasy of being be kidnapped, used for sex, and returned a sore cum-covered quivering mess, while intrigued, the usual warning indicator began to blink red. If you are just a good-natured pervert with a penchant for extreme fantasy and rough sex, the last thing you want is to find out as you are slamming your member into some soccer-mom's backdoor, when she finally manages to rub that corner of duct tape free on the pillow her face is burrowed into, is that you are actually committing felonious rape. 

I, therefore, performed the usual due diligence. I insisted on meeting both husband and wife at a public place at which we could have a little corner of privacy while remaining in the public eye. I wanted to talk to each of them separately to ensure that there was no coercion involved. We met at a mall food court at a time that was not particularly one of high traffic. There were enough people for both sides to be confident that if there was a serial killer among us that person wouldn't be able to comfortable doing anything nefarious, but it was quiet enough that we could get an out of the way table at which we would not be overheard. 

I wore khakis and a button-down short-sleeve shirt, and was clean-shaven and freshly showered. Obviously, while not falling into a trap was a major objective for me, I was also aware that this was a mutual interview of sorts. I wanted to create the best impression possible and to come across as professional and not the least bit creepy. At the same time, I had to convince them that I had the confidence to take charge and dominate. From them, besides feeling confident that they were both committed to this, I sought to determine that these were people who would not flake out on me and waste my time. I also wanted to make sure the wife was essentially healthy, not pregnant, was someone I could enjoy taking for a ride, and that there were no other probable complications on the horizon. 

The couple also seemed to recognize the importance of making a good first impression. The man was clean-cut with wavy black hair, and dressed in a polo shirt and walking shorts. The woman was wearing a red and white floral print dress, and was all made up. She had short sandy brown hair and had a cute face. A nice tight cleavage line could be seen owing to the dress's deeply plunging V-neck. She had eye-pleasing curves and was well-proportioned, though some might call her chubby. I instantly checked off the box for "boneability" in my mind. The wife showed just the slightest hint of nervousness, but nothing that would send warning bells ringing. It was perfectly naturally for a person to have a little tremor in the hand and a slight quake in their voice when meeting in situation like this. The man, on the other hand, was rock steady. In retrospect, perhaps I should have taken that as an indicator of something unusual, but hindsight is 20/20. 

I spoke to them both together first. I directed the conversation and eased into it. I asked if they had ever done this before. They said that they hadn't. I asked whether they had much experience with non-vanilla sexual experiences. They said they had limited experience and cited a threesome and a wife-swap that had both taken place years ago when they were newlyweds. The expected line came up about things in the bedroom starting to get a little stale and, therefore, they were looking to spice things up by trying out a few long time fantasies that had been previously relegated to the imagination. 

I then asked the wife to give me some time alone with her husband, and she went to get beverages for us. I proceeded to try to ascertain how into this fantasy the husband was. He had presented it to me initially as primarily his wife's fantasy. He may have wanted convince me she was into it, but it gave me some cause for concern. Some men think they will be alright with their wife being fucked by another man, but then envy gets the best of them after all. By the end of our talk, I was confident that this guy was aroused by the notion of another man taking his wife. I think guys that find this appealing fall into three categories. First, there are those who want to be humiliated. This guy didn't seem to fit in that pot at all. He was confident and gave no indication that he wanted to be demeaned as a man. Second, there are those who want to dominate their women in the extreme by whoring them out. This also did not seem to be this guy's kink. He didn't seem to exert the heavy hand over his wife that one would expect of such an individual. The third group consists of those for whom other men's desire for their spouse rekindles their own lust. I suspected this last category best included this guy. Sharing his wife would help him keep his interest in her. The thought that there were a bunch of other men who would line up to fuck her, and the idea that someone would go to great personal risk to abscond with her for the purpose of raping her increased her appeal to him. That is, or so I thought.

I gestured for the wife to come back with the beverages she had purchased, and asked the man if he would extend us some privacy. He headed off toward the restroom to relieve himself. My discussion with the wife had two objectives. First, I had to ensure that she was doing this of her own free will. This was done relatively quickly. Then, I had to get a feel for how she would respond in real life to the acting out of this fantasy. This largely involved a series of highly personal questions of a sexual nature. If she got embarrassed or flustered, that would be fine and natural, but if she couldn't cope with mere questions I'd have to worry about her flaking out. 

"You know if you do this I'm going to fuck you in the face, your pussy, and your bung-hole. Are you alright with that?" I asked.

"Yes, I understand." She blushed a little, but it may have only shown because her skin tone was so alabaster. 

"You should know that my actions are not going to be about your pleasure in the slightest. I'm going to ram my cock as hard as I please into whatever orifice I'm fucking at the moment. You may choke and gasp on my meat, and if your backside has not been properly trained you are going to be too sore to sit in anything but a beanbag chair for a week. Do you object to that?" I inquired.

"No, that's OK. That's the way I like it. And Don [that was her husband's first name, or the one they were using anyway- we were on an exclusively first name basis] fucks me in the ass regularly." She responded. I noticed that which I found most reassuring. Ann [that was the name she used] seemed to wriggle in her seat ever so slightly. It wasn't something a person would notice if they weren't attuned to looking for such actions, but I suspected it meant that the juices were beginning to flow between her legs. 

"Now there is one thing that will probably be different from an actual rape, and that is that I generally use a condom for the protection of both of us and to avoid pregnancy. A few rapists have been known to use them to cut down on the amount of DNA they leave at the scene. It's well know that DNA is extremely effective evidence in prosecutions, and particularly if one's DNA profile is already in the system. However, I must admit that I can't play this angle well because I usually get carried away and end up drizzling or slinging the cum onto my victim's chest, face, ass, or hair. So when I drop you off and you are waiting maybe a half an hour for your husband to get to whatever random place of my choosing, you are going to stink of cum and it may be crusted in your hair. I usually pick a fairly secluded drop off, but someone may come along and see looking like some kind of cum-drenched bukkake whore. Can you live with random strangers viewing you as a disheveled cum-slut?" I asked.

"Yes, sir." She responded simply. 

"Alright then. I'm going to call your husband back over in a minute. I can see he's waiting for us to finish. I just need you to do one more thing. I want you to go to the women's restroom, stick your left index and middle fingers in your cunt and pump them around a little in there as much as you need to in order to get them nice and sloppy, and then come back and put them under my nose so that I can smell that you are hot and ready to be fucked." I said as I gave the wave to Don, who was sitting alone at a table about twenty feet away near a group of chatty cheerleader types. 

While Ann was out, I discussed the logistics with Don. There would be a phrase that, when said to Ann, would signal the game was in progress. It was "Might I trouble you for the time?" The phrase was useful because I might disguise my appearance somewhat or might even use an assistant to acquire her, and didn't want her freaking out at this most vulnerable of times in the process. This particular phrase gave me, as a stranger, an excuse to get close. However, the phrasing was not what a typical person would say, at least not in this part of the world. On the other hand, the phrase wasn't so out-of-place that it would draw attention. 

I got information on home and work addresses for Ann. Many people would prefer to leave such information out of it, and, rather, agree on a secluded place for the victim to be at a designated time for the snatch. I offered this option, but Don and Ann valued a bit of surprise over anonymity. That settled, I considered it part of my due diligence to conduct the surveillance necessary to determine what time of day and where to make the grab. We had an inherently limited set of time windows owning to the real life schedules of all involved. Besides the feeling of being so desired that the kidnapper would go to great personal danger to acquire one, part of the fun for the victim was getting the heart racing a little, and so I wanted to be as unexpected as possible given the inherent limits of the situation. Real kidnappers have the luxury of not worrying about things like whether the victim's vehicle will be towed because it's left somewhere where it is not supposed to be and can rely on chloroform and physical brutality to do the grab. 

When Ann returned I asked them if they still wanted to go forward. I made it clear that I would understand perfectly if they didn't and there would be no hard feelings at this point. Trust and a good fit were essential in this sort of undertaking. When they both said they wanted to proceed, I went back over the "game-on" phrase and other essential details. It was good to repeat these things so that everyone was clear. 

Then I bid the couple farewell, and went around the mall apparently shopping, but really making sure that they weren't following me. It might not have been fair that I knew where they lived and where Ann worked, and they really knew nothing about me, but that was part of the deal. I was assuming a lot of the risk and labor, and wouldn't play unless I could maintain a little anonymity. They were free to not accept those terms. Besides, they had contacted me on the recommendation of someone they knew, and, therefore, had more of a basis for confidence than did I. Furthermore, I had been open to some kind of arrangement in which I would only be told some through-point that Ann would pass at a set time. 

With a flexible work schedule, I was able to be at the condo of Don and Ann to watch her leave home and follow her to work. I found a nice spot on a side street past which Ann would have to travel to get out of the complex, rather than parking close to their unit. Soon enough I saw her drive by without the slightest glance in my direction. 

I followed her until she entered the parking deck in the basement of the office building whose address they had given me as her workplace. After parking my own car in a nearby lot and waiting to make sure she would have ample time to clear her car, I entered Ann's parking deck on foot to have a look around. I was not pleased with what I saw. A parking deck can be a good place for a snatch due to darkness and limited sight lines. 

In the afternoon I broke from work to go loiter on a side street near the exit of her parking deck so I could trail Ann home. She proved to have a very predictable schedule, and about ten minutes after 4:00pm I saw her car leave the deck. She stopped at the supermarket, and I had an interminable wait. If she had any inkling that I was following her, she gave no indication of it. Fortunately, people are creatures of habits and tend to be strikingly unaware of the world around them, and this worked to my advantage. 

While I didn't like it, I ultimately decided that I would pick her up at her condo when she got home on Friday night exactly one week from my second observation day. She seemed to get home well before Don on both days I had observed. The condo was not a great place to take her because there was always a nosy neighbor to wonder "what the hell was going on with Ann going off with that strange man." However, the condo's location within the complex was favorable because there were few other units with a line of sight of Ann's front door. One could only hope that some busybody retiree wasn't living in one of those few units. Ann's schedule, which took her both to work and home relatively early, was an advantage in that not only would Don not be home, neither would many working neighbors. In the end, I decided I would wear a little disguise to obscure my face and I would take precautions to not have my vehicle observed. I would then return Ann to an obscure park and not return to her home under any circumstance, so there would be no "returning to the scene of the crime" faux-paus. 

I decided the sensible thing to do would be to get dropped off or take public transport to Ann's complex, and then take Ann's car and do a vehicle switch in route at a parking lot that would be safe to park in for extended periods without notice. That way, if there was a nosy neighbor with a quick dialing finger, we would have long since abandoned that car and been in an unknown one by the time anyone knew better. Then, when I sent my little "if you want to see her alive and unharmed you won't call the cops" note to Don via an anonymous email address, I'd include a P.S. note on where he could pick up the car if he was concerned about it being towed or ticketed. This was an odd sport, indeed, sending notes that say essentially "I just want to rape and defile your pretty little wife, and if you don't want her hurt you'll keep quiet about it. Oh, by the way, if you don't want you car towed, you should get it out of XXXX lot by midnight."

The snatch went as planned without a hitch. As she was walking from her car to her door, I swiftly moved out of nowhere and gave her the "game-on" phrase and then proceeded to tell her I had a gun in my pocket and would shoot her where she stood if she did anything other than exactly what I told her. I was pleased to see that she was caught off-guard. I suspected my disguise beard and wig was quite passable from a distance, but did not expect it to hold up at the distance between the two of us when I asked: "May I trouble you for the time?" However, she seemed to not have noticed the man approaching her was in an amateurish disguise. The books I had read and practice time put in had apparently paid off. It was a difficult line to walk between being threatening and intense enough to make it convincing for the "victim", and subdued enough to not attract a lot of unwanted attention. It was all in tone of voice, rather than volume, and in not displaying the least bit of timidity. 

I made Ann give me the keys and the remote door-lock control. I then told her to get in the passenger side, to put on her seat belt, and to put her hands behind her head as nonchalantly as she could manage. I pretended to look at the tire pressure as I locked her door behind her with the remote and watched her do as I had instructed. Part of what I enjoyed about this game, besides the awesome blow jobs given under duress, was thinking through the minutiae just like a real kidnapper. If I had just told her to get in, she could jump out using the car as cover and start screaming like a wild woman as I tried to get into the vehicle on the other side. This way she would have a hard time getting out before I could get into the vehicle. 

As we were driving out of the complex, I made Ann don a pair of those gigantic wrap-around sunglasses women concerned about crow's-feet wear. I had blacked them out from the inside. I hoped no one would notice they were blacked out, and suspected no one would, particularly when she had her other prop in hand. I had brought a collapsible red and white cane of the kind used by the blind. I had concluded that the old "tie-her-up-and-throw-her-in-the-trunk" routine was too risky given the population densities in the condo complex and the surrounding areas through which we would drive. I would thus have to rely on another old standard of criminals, threats. 

"Can you see outside the car?" I asked.

"Huh?" Ann responded, apparently unsure what I meant.

"Bitch, can you see where you are going? Don't lie to me either, or I will fucking hurt you." I clarified.

"No, I can only see a little bit of my lap under the bottom edge of these things."

"Very good. Now don't take those off or touch them in any way or I'll slit your throat and throw you in a fucking ditch." I said. It might have seemed a little over the top. However, when we met at the mall I had created an impression of a calm, cool, and collected individual because it suited my purpose at the time. Now I had to undo that a little. I had to make Ann think that there was some chance, even if it was minor, that I really was a complete psychopath. I had to sow the seeds of doubt. There was a logical part of her that would continue to think I was the calm professional she had previously met and who her friend had recommended, and that was alright as long as some deep-seated primal part of her doubted it. The ruse was not only necessary to make this a little more thrilling for both of us, but also because relying on threat (even with someone who was playing along) was made a lot easier if they thought there was a chance that there was a little bit of stone-cold crazy in you. Then they didn't have to think about playing along, they could just be what they actually were, scared shitless, and behave in all manners accordingly. 

"Put those on, and put that over them." I handed her handcuffs and a sweater I had brought along in my bag for just such a purpose. At the first red-light, I would check to insure that the cuffs were on securely and would back-lock them to prevent them from ratcheting too tight. 

"Now shut the fuck up, unless I ask you something. If we get pulled over, you fucking keep your mouth shut if you don't want to get yourself killed. If the cop asks you anything, you just be polite. 'Yes, officer.' 'Fine, officer.' That is all I want to hear out of that god-damned fuck-hole you call a mouth. Do you understand?" I continued.

"Yes, sir." She said.

"You are going to be a good little girl, and do exactly as I say, aren't you?" I said.

"Yes, sir." She replied. I could hear a quiver in her voice. She was either buying this, or she was worthy of an Oscar.

"That's a good little cunt." I said.

We then went on in silence. We switched cars in an old rundown shopping center parking lot that showed no indication of be covered by any security cameras. I had backed in my vehicle, and so I could insure that even if she saw a bit of the car around the edge of the glasses, it would not include the tag (we live in a back tag only state.) When we did the switch, I confiscated her bag, and seized her phone. I left the purse and cell phone in the trunk along with the keys. I hoped Don had a spare car key, and suspected he did. It might have been a little bit of anal retentiveness, but, in the real world, her cell phone could be the proverbial modern day trail of bread crumbs leading the authorities to us. I could tell that she was a little unnerved by having her phone taken. It is an odd commentary on the modern world that people are so hooked into the world by their phones that if you take them it is like putting them in a sensory depravation chamber. It makes them think they are truly all alone and chips away at their sense of self-identity. If you think this sounds insane, join the club, but that doesn't make it untrue. 




Turn About: A Cautionary Tale



We next took a circuitous route to the seedy little motel at which the evening's festivities would take place. When we were out of traffic, I took off the wig and beard. I had earlier checked into the motel without it because I wasn't confident that it would be convincing to the clerk, and I didn't want to draw attention by wearing it now. I didn't want the staff to see someone going into the room that they had no recollection of, even though I had requested and received a room on the back end of the motel under the pretext of being farther from the traffic sounds. The room was accessible by a rear stairwell.

It was a grungy little generic motel because those are the only kind that will let you check in on cash without leaving a credit card or showing identification. I told the desk I had credit problems and had gotten rid of all my cards, but was passing through town and needed a place to stay. The big chains insisted on a credit card on file or, at a minimum an id, even if you paid in cash because if you did any damage or used the mini bar, they had some recourse. This place didn't have a mini-bar and there was not a lot of damage that could be inflicted that hadn't already been done. 

I waited for the parking lot to vacate as some other occupants hauled their luggage inside, and then "helped" Ann out of the car. I unfolded her cane and took her arm-in-arm to the room with her feebly handling the cane between the cuffed hands whose chain remained covered with the sweater. No one was around though, and the type of people who were likely to come around were not likely to give us a moment's thought - they had their own treacheries and scandals to cover up. 

Once in the room, I grabbed a blindfold I had previously positioned on the edge of the room's heating unit and reached around to put a strong arm around Ann's neck. I then took the blacked out glasses off, and replaced it with a blindfold. I gripped a handful of hair with shocks of her brown locks clenched between the fingers of my fist and spoke in a soft but intense voice directly into Ann's ear. "You aren't going to give me any trouble, are you?" 

"No sir." She replied. 

"That's a good girl. Now get naked." I said. I took the cuffs off so she could strip herself.

She took her time, but I didn't mind. She first shed her blouse. Not knowing what to do with the blouse because she couldn't see anything, she, apparently reluctantly, dropped it to the floor. I walked in slow irregular circles around her letting the alternating quiet and noise make her wonder what I was up to and to let her anxiety grow. The bra came off next and her heavy round tits rolled forward in response to gravity. As I walked behind her I raked my fingertips across the bare flesh of her back lightly. She cringed and shrank away ever so slightly. It was a quick, presumably involuntary, reaction on her part, and it was a good sign. It meant the mind-fuck was working, but she was not so terrified that it would all fall apart. As I got to her side I hooked and cupped the opposite side of her head in my palm and pulled her close so that the side of her head was wedged against the crown of my head. She would be able to feel my hot breath on her neck as I spoke. "Are you scared of me?"

"Y...Yes, sir." She stuttered just a bit.

"Good. Just remember that I'm in control. Do everything I ask, and this will work out for you. Now shed the skirt and everything else. I want to see the ass I'm going to ream." I said as I backed up to watch, taking the bra from her hand while furtively running a couple fingers over the growing bulge in my jeans. I wondered if she could hear the sound of my hand on my own pants, and, thus, knew I was using her nudity to enhance my pleasure. She unzipped her black skirt, and let it fall the ground. She kicked off her heels, and then put her thumbs in her waistline and plunged her panties and pantyhose towards the ground before stepped out one leg at a time. When she stood up, she had both the skirt and underwear in her hand. She was about to drop the pile on the floor because she could not tell where the furniture was.

"Give me those." I commanded. 

She handed me the three garments. I extracted the panties and put the hose and skirt absentmindedly across the back of a chair. As I rubbed the silky material between my thumb and fingers I could feel dampness, but did not bother to investigate whether it was just sweat from the humid summer weather outside or whether she was beginning to grow aroused. Instead I turned the panties inside out and approached Ann once again. 

"Tell me something. Do these smell fresh as the driven snow or like some sloppy-cunted cum-sack shit her pants in them?" As I made the inquiry I clamped the crotch of the panties over Ann's face and hooked the back of her neck with my free hand to prevent her retreat.

"They're clean, sir." Ann said.

"Don't lie now. If I take a whiff, and these things smell bad, I'll have to punish you." I said.

"They have a little smell." She said.

"Really..., and what do they smell like?" I inquired.

"Like my pussy." She said just a little bashfully.

"Ahh. They smell like your cunt. Why is that? Do you have a stinky cunt? Is there a gallon of putrid cum rotting up there?" I peppered her with humiliating questions.

"No, sir. It's not very smelly just a little." Ann said sheepishly.

"Oh, I see, you just got a little excited at work today didn't you. You had a fantasy that they made you service the entire staff and it made you drip in your drawers. Tell me do you often have naughty thoughts at work?" I asked.

Ann sighed and hung her head. "Yes, sir."

I moved around behind her wrapping my arm around her so that one hand was cupping the outside of one of her breasts. I sucked and nibbled on her neck. While this may seem a little romantic and sensual for a rape, it can, in fact, be a nice bit of mind-fuckery in this type of scenario. Realizing that you are not truly raping her, one of the best ways to get that anxiety level up and take the game to the real world is to make her think that you are going to leave a nice big purple and brown hickey right below her ear that is so dark that no makeup will cover it. For many full-grown women, having a hickey like some sixteen year old slut at Junior Prom is a bit demoralizing. 

After a minute or so of this, I let go of the piece of skin that I had caught loosely in my teeth and let is snap back to her neck in a reddened but not broken state. I resumed talking. "It's alright that you're a slut, you know? I actually prefer it that way. Yes, there is some fun to be had fucking prudes. I must say, seeing them all weepy, shaken, and broken is kind of a turn on. However, the sex is never as satisfying. Even though the bitches always do as they are told, they don't have any idea how to do it well. No amount of threat or punishment will speed the learning process. Ultimately, they just lay there vacant-eyed while you get your rocks off in them. You, on the other hand, when I shove my cock into that fuck-hole on your face, you'll know instinctively how to pleasure it because hundreds of other men have been in there before. Right?" I said trying to create the illusion I had some experience with real rape rather than simulating it on women who got off on the fantasy of it.

"Yes, sir." She said.

"Now, it's time to have some fun." I walked her over to the bed, turned her back to it, and shoved her over hard. This was another bit of mind-play designed not to build arousal but rather to get the heart rate going. I didn't let her know she was next to the bed. So when I pushed abruptly, she stiffened and tried to brace herself because she was not sure where I was pushing her. She just started to twist to face the direction she was being shoved when the back of her thigh hit the edge of the bed and she lost balance falling over onto the mattress. This may seem like nothing. Essentially, she just fell into a bed like we've all done hundreds of times when we were sleepy. There's nothing safer. However, if you happen to be blindfolded and you have no idea whether you are being pushed into a wall, onto a glass coffee table, or down a flight of stairs, the physiological effect can be a bit intense. I could tell from Ann's heavy breathing that I got the response that I wanted. 

I pulled out the ropes that I had pre-tied and secured to the corner of the bed as part of my early afternoon preparations. When I had left to pick up Ann, I had tucked them under the mattress just in case the housekeeping staff made an unexpected visit. I didn't want them to see the room set up as a makeshift dungeon. I nudged Ann into proper position on her back, and then, one at a time, slipped the slip-knots over her wrists and ankles and pulled them snug. While she could not reach one wrist with the other, I was confident that, if she didn't panic, she would be capable of getting out of the loops in time of her own volition. This was part of my worst-case scenario planning. If, in the unlikely event that I passed out or tripped and knocked myself unconscious on the dresser, I didn't want the motel staff finding me the next morning with her tied up, gagged, and blindfolded. So I used a knot that would allow her to get out by herself, but not too quickly or easily. I adjusted the length of each hitch in turn so that there was a little slack, but not too much. 

I then stripped from the waist down letting her hear the belt being unbuckled and the jeans being unzipped. I then climbed up onto the bed on my knees, and knee walked toward Ann's head. "It's time for my tongue bath." I said as I swung a leg over Ann's face straddling it, and then stuffed a pillow under her head to raise it to the point that I was tea-bagging her with my nuts resting on her lips. Truth be told, this was probably the worst thing I would do to this poor lady. Having been cooped up in denim for an entire hot humid midsummer day, I'm sure the underside of my scrotum smelled and tasted like a combination of the armpit of a musk ox, a salt-encrusted hiking boot that had crossed the Serengeti, with just a hint of ass to round out the not-so-delicate bouquet. Nonetheless, I intended to enjoy as she licked every square inch of my scrotum and cock, and she, for her part, did not need to be told twice to get started. She lapped at my nut-sack like a dog that had gotten into the Christmas gravy. 

I unstraddled her and kneeled beside her head leaning forward while she bathed the topside of my nuts and underside of my cock in her saliva. Occasionally, I took a hand full of hair, and, acting as though she had missed a spot, moved her face to where I wanted it. However, in reality, she was very conscientious. I then re-straddled her face and pointed my cock down into her mouth. While she was not lacking in enthusiasm, this was not a particularly comfortable way to get sucked off because my cock was pushed down in an uncomfortable manner. I, therefore, pulled out as soon as I knew I had reached maximum rigidity and prepared to move on with the exercise.

After putting on a condom, I positioned myself between her open legs, and drove my cock to its base in a single thrust. While she was quite aroused and had produced a great deal of natural lubrication, it was still clearly not pleasant for her past the first couple inches. Normally, I would have gradually worked myself in and out a few times to prepare her to take it all, but she seemed to yearn for the full rape experience. Truth be told, it was not that pleasant of a feeling for me as there was a brief instant of snag during which I thought my cock might kink and break in half, but I was caught up in the moment and was committed to giving a genuine experience. After I was in, it was pleasant and easy to develop an intense thrusting rhythm. 

I heard a faint and distinctive click behind me, and turned expecting to see a mortified Latina housekeeping lady standing in the doorway. There was no time to cover up what was going on in the bed, and I had no idea how the housekeeper would respond to the woman I was fucking being tied down. Maybe she would just back out and ignore it. Maybe it was a regular occurrence. People did get freaky in motels. On the other hand, maybe her hyper-Catholic morality would kick in and she would call the cops. At least I hadn't duct-taped Ann's mouth yet. I had intended to do that, but I knew I'd want to put her mouth to good use early in the proceedings. This would make it a little less in criminating. Ann could have cried out for help if she wanted to, but she didn't. And I hoped she wouldn't. 

I turned around to see the door opening. I was still inside Ann completely, but had stopped thrusting. I turned to see a quite unexpected sight. It was Don, and he was entering swiftly with a large, 45 caliber or 10millimeter, gunmetal semiautomatic pistol in his hand pointing right at my head. 

"What's going on, Don? How'd you get in here?" I asked calmly.

"Shut the fuck up. You think you can rape my wife, and then just have a pleasant conversation with your dick still in her." Don said in an intense voice. As he said this, he raised a cell phone, and used its camera to take a shot of me violating his wife. I was so stunned I had not the good sense to turn away. I had no doubt that it probably showed my face clearly as I fucked a bound, blindfolded, and apparently unwilling woman.

Alright, rescuing the damsel in distress was his thing. I could cope with that. I was certainly pissed because it wasn't in the script, so to speak, but if he wanted to play that way I'd leave and let them play out their fantasy. Don clearly must have followed me. If he'd had wanted to keep my dick out of his wife's mouth and pussy, he could have intervened about ten or fifteen minutes earlier. At least I got a little sucking and fucking in before the party collapsed. How he'd gotten a key-card was a minor mystery, at best. All the things that made seedy generic motels perfect for this type of activity (acceptance of bribes and a profound willingness to look the other way), also made it fairly easy to break in like this. He had probably come up with a cockamamie story about being an old friend of mine wanting to surprise me, and then put some nominal bribe in the palm of the desk-clerk or housekeeper. I backed my cock out of Ann's pussy, and pulled off the froth covered condom. 

"OK, dude, I'll get out of your hair. You can have the room, just turn in the keys -both of them- in the morning and you're on your own for any phone calls you make or porn you buy." I said moving off the bed.

"So you think you can just defile my woman and then prance off into the sunset." Don said stabbing the air with the muzzle of the weapon to accentuate his point. "I think you need to pay the fucking piper. Of course, you can go, but then your picture goes up on a dozen websites within an hour. Is that how you want to play it?" 

Now I was beginning to get a little unnerved. Up until now, I thought we were absolutely still role-playing, but that Don was simply improvising. Into my mind now crept that little bit of doubt that I specialized in creating, but for which I was utterly unprepared to be a recipient. Ironically, when he made the blackmail threat, the whole thing got surprisingly more real for me. When he was pointing the gun at me, I didn't think he had it in him, any more than I did, to pull that trigger and commit murder, but I could easily believe that he would put my face out on the World Wide Web for all to see. That threat was real to me. I now realized the downside to my policy of anonymity. Because it was that important to me to keep my identity secured, they knew there was someone I badly didn't want to know about my extracurricular activities. They didn't know if it was a spouse, a client, an employer, a girlfriend, a preacher, or some combination of the above, but they knew there was someone from which I would go to great lengths to keep my secrets.

"I thought not. Now untie my wife." Don had apparently taken my silence as I mulled the situation over as a "no."

"OK, alright, it's your game now." I said playing along, but also instilling a reminder that we were, in fact, playing a game. I circled the bed pulling the little nooses free of Ann's limbs. 

Don tossed a brown paper sack onto the bed as his wife was getting up and removing her blindfold. The sack hadn't really registered because I was so focused on the gun and Don's angry face. "Put that on. It's time for the rapist's payback." 

I turned to see what Ann, who had climbed down from the bed and was standing on the opposite side of the bed from myself, was extracting from the bag. It was a black nylon harness, and what I saw next caused a lump to grow in my throat. It was a rather substantial skin-pink rubber dildo. It was perhaps eight inches long with a slightly bigger than average girth. Some kind of tube came out snagged in the harness and dropped with a soft hollow thud to the floor. I realized when Ann picked it up that it was likely some kind of lubricant. That fact, however, didn't make the notion confronting me any more appealing. I had to get myself out of this. 

I decided to summon that self-confidence that I normally used to control the situation on the other side. It was a little more difficult with a large caliber handgun pointing at one's head at close range. I didn't know if the gun was loaded, but it was definitely real or, at least, a damn realistic facsimile. "Look, I don't know what your little plan is here, but I am most definitely not into any shit involving that [nodding to the strap-on which Ann was now putting one leg at a time through the harness of]. I'm willing to vary the routine. If you want to be a hero, b..." I was in the middle of walking toward Don when he began to pull the pistol back to his right hip and put his left hand forward to keep me at bay. 

"Bitch, you just do not get it, do you? There is no fucking negotiating here. You will do every god-damned thing I tell you to, and, if I'm satisfied, I let you go and we all go on our merry way keeping each others little secrets. If you don't, that photo goes viral." He said. 

The maneuver of pulling the gun back to his hip worried me. Whoever Don was, he knew what he was doing. He could be a cop, a soldier, or even a sophisticated thug, but he knew enough not to stick his gun in my face like a rank amateur where it would be relatively at risk of being wrestled away. Anyway, he didn't learn gun-handling from the movies like most petty criminals and members of the general public. 

"Now, if you're staying, you need to get on your hands and knees, now, Bitch. Face the foot of the bed. If not, I've got some files to post." Don said.

I slowly did as I was told. I was out of ideas. If Don had showed himself to be an ignoramus with his firearm, I might have tried to fight him to get the camera- so intense was my desire to avoid the fate before me. However, I was not suicidal. I tried frantically to think of what I could say to talk my way out of it. I couldn't think of anything likely to receive a better response than my previous implorations. One thing I knew for certain, I could not let my little secret out. 

"Honey, put those ties on his wrist." Don commanded, and Ann did as she was told. As she walked from one corner of the bed to the other the hanging phallus bounced rhythmically. My hands were wide because of the short length of the ropes, and it wouldn't be comfortable for long. "Now, climb behind him there, and have a go at him. Remember 'turn-about is fair play' and 'an eye for an eye.'" Don said. 

"Look, sir, I know you're in control here, but please don't do this. I really..." I began to say. I had a knot in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't say I'd never had a wild thought about such an act of receipt, but it was not the kind of thing I ever imagined would become reality. There was something fundamentally otherworldly about it. 




Turn About: A Cautionary Tale



"Well, well, well, now that he's the cushion and not the pin, he expects a little courtesy and sympathy. You should have thought about that before you stuck your pud in my wife. Now, just shut the hell up and take your medicine." Don said with an unnerving stoicism. 

The cold lube squirted above and directly on my sphincter was a little startling as it ran down toward my scrotum and inner thigh, but at least there would be lube. Furthermore, I could hear the moist slick sounds that indicated lube was being applied to the dildo shaft apparently liberally. I was beginning to expect that I was going to have a relatively gentle introduction to the strap-on. This impression was reinforced as the head of the faux-cock was pushed with just enough force to breach the virgin opening. Then I was disabused of the notion just as quickly as the small but surprisingly powerful woman rammed the device to the hilt in one swift agonizing motion. I was having trouble holding myself up with my hands spread so wide. Soon I was face down into the mattress as the woman thrust away viciously. Her nails bit into the flesh on the sides of my hips as she gripped my skin and muscle to pull me back into the phallus. Because I had no say in this act of violation and since the vigor of Ann's equipment would not expire in the manner of a real member, the only limits on this torture was her physical capacity to keep thrusting or, perhaps, the lubricant's ability to maintain viscosity. Ann was, as I indicated, a surprisingly fit woman. I don't know how long this reaming of my backside went on, but I was quite raw and at-once numb by the time she slowed to a stop and then roughly extricated the false member. 

I keeled over onto my side. Movement, most any movement, caused a dull pain in my stomach, a sharp pain in my ass, or a combination thereof. I couldn't tell if the creeping liquid rivulets on my perineum and inner leg were lube or blood, but I imagined the latter. I was expecting that my torture was now over. This notion, too, I was disabused of by Don's words. "Hun, do you want some oral satisfaction?" He asked his wife sweetly.

"Yes, please." It was all Ann said.

Now, let it be said that I am not one to object to cunnilingus. It is an endeavor that I enjoy greatly, and, if I may say so, at which I am quite skilled. However, what happened next was completely unlike my previous experiences. 

"On your back, now" Don commanded. 

I moved slowly but complied. 

Ann then roughly straddled my face and rubbed her still slippery cunt in my face. I could taste the acrid latex in addition to the flavor of her thoroughly soaked pussy. She sat heavily on my jaw, and it was hard to get a breath as she enjoyed the work of my tongue on her clit. I was sure that my forehead, that she could look down between her thighs and see, was probably between crimson and purple. My jaw ached and I struggled for air without ever letting myself get too distracted from pleasuring her. The sooner I brought her to climax, I reasoned, the sooner this would all be over. When she began to climax, and her hips bucked uncontrollably, she ground her cunt and the viscous foamy liquid coating it all over my face. 

Through gasping breaths I managed to say: "I'm sorry, please no more. I've learned my lesson." 

"I was thinking about calling it quits, but your begging just pissed me off. Since you haven't learned to shut the hell up, I think we've got some more surprises in store for you." Don said from a position leaning right next to me.

Suffice it to say, I suffered several more indignities before the couple left. I will not go into those details because I cannot bring myself to do so yet. They showed me the photo Don had taken with the implicit threat that I could never get even without it going onto the net. Presumably, the reason they had let me know where they lived was to make me think they felt they had less to lose than did I. They left me tied naked to the bed on my belly. I could, of course, get out of my own volition after a time, and they new this, but they wanted me to have some cool down time so I wouldn't try to chase after them. I did not.



Turn About Is Fair Play



I am so insatiable today. I'm probably a danger to society, but you really really got me going last night.

So I'm thinking what about the flipside what would I do to you if I tied you up and had my way with you, used you for my pleasure? Found ways to torture you with passion...

Would I tie you standing up, hands towards the ceiling and then dance for you, taking off my clothing until all that was left were nipple clamps and an egg inside of me? Maybe if I did that, I could cover your body with cinnamon or clove oil and every time I blew on your skin or you felt the chill of the air goosebumps would rise... and I could taste it as I licked nibbled on your ears, bit your neck and licked your chest and your hips and your thighs and your balls and the shaft of your cock while you watched me feel wickedly powerful over my teasing you. I'd suck you, swallow your cock into my throat and push you until you threw your head back and said 'please, please, please'.

Should I take you down and reposition you on the bed? Maybe I grind down upon your very hard cock and please myself without letting you cum at all? I'd lick myself off of you and bring it to your mouth to taste. Sit on your face and have you fuck me with your tongue, watching you with my eyes gleaming with delight.

Certainly my friend would have to join me wouldn't she? She and I would dance, my taking her clothes off, pinching her nipples down tight and sucking her nipples while she squirms with delight right about your head so you can see the slope and curve of our breasts hanging heavy with desire above you. You can see my hand upon her naked pussy, caressing and teasing her clit, pushing inside of her, and then I bring her nectar to your mouth and tell you to suck my fingers clean. I lean her over your face, nipples grazing your mouth and tell you to suck them hard while I slide my finger in both her pussy and inside her ass and play with her g-spot until she cums above you. You can see my technique and I tell you to note it for me for later, when you will be my Master again. You retort that revenge will be yours in an extraordinarily decadent tease and my tits and clit throb at the thought of the delight you will bring me when I submit to you again. But for now, I want control.

I position myself above you and she spreads my cheeks wide and tells you to lick my ass. Meanwhile she is kissing me and sliding her pussying against mine above you, both our legs stradling your body. I push her pussy down upon your cock Baby, and she shudders, cums and moans with sweet release. Your cock is hard and beautiful and huge. It aches. It needs relief. It is throbbing and swollen and hot.

She and I lay next to your hips on either side of you, taking turns licking the shaft of your cock and licking your balls. One will suck the head of your cock while the other licks beneath. One will stroke your very hard cock while the other will mouth and nibble at the head of your cock, licking and gently sucking and moaning. One will ride your cock while the other will ride your face, always careful not to let you have sweet release.

I ask you if you want me to let you loose, and if I do how you will please me? Will you please me by pleasing her? Will you turn the tables on me and have her please me for you? Will you fuck us both ferociously?

I think I'd like the opportunity to cover her body in oil too, and mine, and squirm all over one another. I'd like to fuck her with a toy, make a mess and have you lick it up. I'd like her to suck and lick and kiss my pussy while I see you fucking her from behind...and the more excited she is by your gorgeous cock the harder she works on my pussy.

You are working hard on her and she is duly appreciative of you, of me. I tell you not to cum on her, don't give her what I want, what is mine to have. I get up on my knees and you slide inside me and it's very very hot and tight. She is underneath my pussy licking my clit, and stroking your balls, while you are fucking my pussy in nice, long, slow strokes, using your head to massage my sweet spot. Our friend, our slave, she soaks her fingers in oil and she slides her index fingers into each of our asses. You are surprised. I expect it as I've told her to take you this way, and me. She pumps it and you puslate and fuck me harder and harder and harder. Close, so close...

She begins moaning on my clit. You being fucking me harder and defiantly saying it's your pussy and I scream and clinch down on your cock as she drives her finger into you and rubs hard. The sensation is intense and you explode in me. Obedient and grateful she licks my pussy clean and makes me cum and then sucks your cock clean, as the three of us collapse onto your bed and you cradle us on either side of you, arms around us and two heads slumbering upon your chest. Your cock spent, wet and throbbing gently as you drift off to sleep.



Turn About is Fair Play



I want to greatly thank Talynnda for her help in editing this story!

For sake of continuity, you may wish to read my "Anniversary Surprise" before reading this story. All the characters are of legal age.

My name is Bob, and I have an interesting problem. My problem is the result of the law of unforeseen consequences. I "solved" problem "One" (a birthday gift) and in so doing created an even worse problem "Two" (the possible destruction of my marriage of twenty years). 

Let me set the stage: My wife, Sharon, had set up a special twentieth anniversary party for us. Little did I know that she and her friends, were the owners of Elsa's Dungeon, Inc. Elsa's Dungeon is a dot com business that has been around for over a dozen years. I had joined the Elsa's Dungeon Club about five years ago. This site is a femdom/male sub site. In other words, in that dungeon the women torment the men. Now, don't get me wrong; people aren't mistreated like in real medieval dungeons, they are placed in physical situations that bring them pleasure. Now, their pleasure may require some minor pain, but to them, it is pleasure. In some ways it is very hot to see! Anyway, what I didn't know could hurt me. Unknown to me, for our anniversary, my wife set me up as the male slave who was to be tormented. 

My original problem (problem One) was for me to, lovingly, even the score. I'd been wracking my brain trying to come up with something that I could do to "get even," while giving my wife extreme pleasure. Neither of us had been unfaithful to the other. Let me be more precise, neither of us had had intercourse except with each other since we were married. In other words to that point we had kept the "forsaking all others" at least to the letter of the law. Unfortunately, except for being into femdom, the only other fetish that Sharon had ever mentioned (once) was that she would love to screw her brother Jim while going down on a beautiful woman. Now, this would be uncharted territory! This was the fetish that I hoped to build on for her birthday surprise! This was all new territory for us.

Jim is an interesting guy. I've known Jim for longer than I have known my wife, Sharon. Jim is very successful financially and not so hot when it comes to long term relationships with women. He got his second divorce about three years ago. 

I told you Jim was financially well off. Well, he owns a string of restaurants and hotels. Now, these are not "greasy spoon" dives or seedy hotels, these are high class places. 

What his ex-wives, and most other people, don't know is that Jim also runs a string of "Gentleman's Clubs"; which is a nice way of saying high class strip joints. I talked to Jim about setting up a surprise for Sharon.

Jim and I worked out a plan where he would bring two beautiful women to the party with him. He also provided a very private, very expensive suite for a playground.

With everything set up I gave Sharon a list of things to do like she had given me on our anniversary. It included letting me shave her pubic hair and really taking a nice long hot bath.

****** later *****

"Are you ready for dinner, babe?"

"Yes, Jim, all I've got to do is grab my purse and we can leave. Where are we going, anyway?"

"You'll see, the food will be wonderful, I guarantee it! I'll go out and warm up the car."

Sharon was sure of where we were going before we got half way. 

"You're taking me to Jim's restaurant, aren't you?"

"Well, you are mostly right! Just wait and see."

When we arrived I steered her to the elevators as opposed to the restaurant this confused her. 

"We're going to have dinner, aren't we? If so, why are we taking the elevator?"

"Just be patient, and all things will become clear darling! After all, a birthday surprise is quite fitting, don't you think?"

"You aren't going to try to do something like our anniversary, are you?"

"I promise you that you will find tonight delightful! The food will be excellent, and we won't have any chance of having a crying kid at the next table."

"You're going to have the dinner delivered to a room?"

"Just wait."

As the elevator arrived we got in and I took a key from my pocket. I inserted the key into the elevator's control panel and I turned it. The elevator started to rise. When it stopped the floor indicator showed that we were on floor twenty-one.

"There are only buttons for twenty floors! What is floor twenty-one?" 

"It's the presidential suite. There are two bedrooms, a dining room, living room, two bathrooms, a whirlpool bath, a sauna, and a fully stocked bar. As I said, we won't have any noisy kids at the next table."

When we entered the room Sharon said: "Oh, Bob, this is beautiful. How long do we have before we have to leave this gorgeous suite?" 

"Oh, I think sign out is at eleven tomorrow morning. Now, don't worry about what you didn't bring. I have had the rooms stocked with almost anything you might need and some things that you will want and need later."

"Huh? What do you mean by that?"

"Just wait and see, babe, just wait and see!"

Moments later I picked up the phone and dialed Jim's office extension.

"Hi, it's us. You can have the chefs start the meal for us."

After a wonderful meal I called and had room service to have the plates cleared away. 

It took room service about ten minutes to come up and remove the food carts and the used table linen. We wondered into the bedroom and Sharon saw the new luggage sitting on the bed.

"What's all this?"

"Well, the big one is for opening now, and the two smaller ones are for opening later."

Sharon ran over to the large bag. In it were some very sexy negligees, and peignoirs, along with the normal toothbrush, toothpaste, combs, etc. There were also some satin pajamas and robe for me as well.

"Sharon smiled and turned to look at me. You've thought of everything, haven't you?"

"I hope so, babe, I really hope so. Why don't we get comfortable and try on some of these new clothes?" 

It didn't take her long to agree to that! Soon we were dressed in some of the sexy new bedroom attire and had been making out for about half an hour. I got up and went over to one of the littler pieces of luggage and retrieved a small bag. When I got back to the bed Sharon wanted to know what was in the bag. So I showed her the massage oil, body massager, vibrating dildo, the K-Y jelly, and said that there was more for later. She grinned at me with a really lecherous grin that said "thank you" much better than words would have.

I started out by having her lay face down on the bed, with a pillow under her hips. I used the massage oil and really worked the back of her legs and back. Then I switched to the massager. By this time she was all but purring. I told her to spread her legs and proceeded to kiss up and down her inner thighs and finally reached her pussy. I kissed the lips, and then spread them so I could pay attention to her clit. When she was panting, moving her butt in time with my tongue and moaning loudly I slowly inserted the vibrating dildo, still off at this point in time. Between my licking and the dildo's slow pumping Sharon approached her first orgasm. Just as it was obvious that she was going to "go over the edge" I turned on the vibrator. Had we been in a normal hotel room she would probably have woken half the floor. However, Jim had assured me that this floor was "acoustically decoupled" from the rest of the Hotel. In other words it was soundproof.

I continued to drive my wife on to more orgasms until she said:

"Bob, I want you inside me."

"Not quite yet, dear. There is a bit more playing to be done before we go there."

"Oh, but I want it now!"

"Hmmmmm, that I want it now reminds me of something. Do you remember when you drilled holes in the wall so you could watch Jim when he undressed?"

"How did you know,...........You've been talking to Jim haven't you?"

"Yup!"

"Did he tell you that he was so disinterested in me that we never even made out?"

:"Not exactly; you see he was afraid of what your dad would do to him if he even tried to touch you, and boy did he want to touch you!"

"You mean that he had the 'hots for me?'"

"Big time, babe, big time.."

At this point her pussy was obviously very wet.

"Damn, and all this time I thought he was immune to me!"

"Nope! First he was worried about your parents. Then when we became an item he backed way off because he loves both of us too much to mess up our relationship."

Sharon was quiet for a couple of minutes, so I broke the silence.

"Sharon, do you remember, many years ago that we talked about our wildest sexual fantasies?"

"Yes, I do."

"You had two fantasies; do you remember them?"

"Remember them? There isn't a week that goes by that I don't secretly wish that I could fulfill them. But, I love you too much to do anything like that behind your back."

"Remind me again, exactly what they were. I'm pretty sure that I remember very well, but humor me."

"I always wanted to make love with Jim while going down on a beautiful woman."

"How would you feel if I wanted us to get involved in a small orgy?"

Sharon stopped breathing for a short moment.

"You mean you'd go for something like that?"

"Could be; why don't we try out the whirlpool bath and continue our discussion there?"

"O.K. let's go see what they have for a whirlpool."

A moment later we were looking at a bath that could probably hold six people. I turned on the water. I was surprised at the rapidity with which this tub filled. Within ten minutes the whole tub had filled to about eight inches below the overflow drain.

"Babe, let's get in and see how comfortable this is."

I helped her into the tub and had her sit in one specific seat location.

"Now you're there, move your knees apart about as far as is comfortable. ..... Yeah, that ought to do it."

"Do what?"

"Watch" I said as I turned on the whirlpool. Sharon's face was suddenly transfixed in pleasure. Jim had shown me the one of the three special seating locations in the tub where the whirlpool jets played up and down directly where a woman's pussy would be. He told me that the design was not mentioned in any literature put out by the manufacturer, but that it was purposefully designed into this model tub.

Sharon was moaning she could, in time, reach another orgasm just from the water when I leaned over and started to play with her breasts and to kiss her. 

After a few moments I asked her if she wanted the rest of her present now, or later.

"Do I have to move away from this water jet to get the rest of my present?"

"Not if you don't want to. What do you want me to do?"

"Why not bring it in here while I enjoy this water?"

"O.K. it will take me a few minutes, just shut your eyes, relax and enjoy the water."

I got out of the tub, threw on a terry-cloth robe and a pair of flip flops and went to the second bedroom that I had purposefully kept Sharon away from. I quietly knocked two times and hear a quiet "Come on in" from the other side of the door. I walked in and there was Jim, and two of the most beautiful brunettes that I had ever seen. 

"Wow, Jim! Did you have to kidnap a couple of Playboy Playmates to get these beautiful women?"

They all laughed at that, but the women were now smiling broadly.

"Sharon's expecting me back with the rest of her present. Here's what I want to do. Jim and I will go in first. Jim will wear the flip flops and I'll go barefoot so she won't hear my footsteps. Before I enter the bathroom I'm going to tell Sharon to keep her eyes closed. We'll walk in but she will follow the sound of the 'flip flops'. Jim will go in and get into the tub and then I'll tell her to open her eyes. As soon as she hears me speak from across the room while knowing that someone has already gotten into the tub things should get interesting. Once things have stabilized I'll tell her the rest of her present is also there and then you two beautiful ladies can walk in and join us. I'm getting rid of my robe now and you might want to do the same. After all, we are going to get to know one another rather well in the next few hours."

They all grinned at that and took off the little clothing they had on. Wow, were these babes built! They made my friend Rob's wife, Betty (you may remember her from 'Anniversary Surprise') look ugly in comparison, and Betty is a dreamboat! I had trouble not drooling while looking at them!

We walked to the bathroom and I stuck my head into the door and told Sharon that part of the surprise was that she had to promise to keep her eyes closed until I told her to open them. She agreed and I opened the door. Jim, wearing the flip flops walked over to the tub stepped out of the flip flops and entered the tub. As he seated himself near, but not in contact with Sharon it was time to spring the surprise. From my position, across the bathroom, I spoke:

"Sharon, you can open your eyes now."

At the sound of my voice from the wrong place in the room, Sharon's eyes popped open. Then she saw Jim. Momentarily she was frozen in place. That is when Jim moved over to her, gently hugged her and started kissing her. She was lost in the moment. After a couple of minutes I asked if she wanted the rest of her present. She looked at me with a very startled expression on her face. I told the two beautiful women that they could join us in the tub now. Sharon's jaw dropped when she saw the beautiful creatures walk in. Moments later we were all in the tub. Then I told Sharon:

"The rest of your present is that you can direct the rest of us to do whatever you want us to do for the rest of the night. There is no need of fear of disease. Jim vouches for these ladies personally. Please note that Jim, and the women are all shaved. so you can have "fuzz free" oral fun to your heart's delight. I would suggest that we all start to get acquainted with each other." 

The next forty minutes in the tub were exciting, to say the least. After hugging Jim, the gals all got to know each other. I think all of them had the hots for each other after hugging and kissing in that beautiful warm pulsing water. Both of Jim's girls had also been shown to spots where the water jets could warm them up, in more ways than one. 

Toward the end of the time in the tub I got over to Sharon's side, hugged her, and told her how much I loved her. I asked her if there were anything in the world that could make her happier at that moment. She looked at me, smiled, and said:

"I'd like Jim to eat me."

Jim suddenly had an even bigger smile on his face. He took over.

"Sharon, climb up on the edge of the tub so that your feet are in the water but your butt is just on the edge. When you are in that position, lean back a bit and spread your legs."

Sharon did exactly as Jim directed. When she spread her legs Jim commented:

"You've got a beautiful pussy! I love the fact that it is completely shaved."

Jim started in by kissing and licking the insides of her thighs. While he was doing that, I sat between Mary and June. I put an arm around each of their shoulders and leaned back with them snuggled up against my sides. In turn, each of them had one hand over seeing which of them could get control of my Dick. I was having real fun!

Jim had moved on to working on Sharon's pussy. After kissing all the way around her pussy lips he spread the lips with his fingers and proceeded to lick the inner surfaces of the lips while his left thumb was making circles around her clit. Sharon was seriously moaning. Finally Jim put two fingers in to Sharon's pussy and started to spend much of his time licking and sucking her clit. It was only moments before Sharon had a shuddering orgasm. There was no mistaking the intense pleasure that had just been felt. Sharon slid back down into the water and told Jim to get up on the edge. Her comment was: "Now I can do what I wanted to do for you while you were still in high school." At that Sharon started to kiss Jim's perfectly shaved scrotum. She would put her tongue under a testicle and sort of bounce it. Then she would draw that testicle, in its sack, into her mouth and gently pull on it and "worry it" like a dog would with a pull toy when you play with him (but of course much more gently). Then she would do the other testicle, After a couple of repeats of this she grabbed his sack in her hands and started to lick and kiss her way up his shaft to its head and then back down his shaft. After a bit of that she finally started to suck him off. All during this time Jim was moaning and shuddering from the intense pleasure. As he approached his climax, Sharon held onto him even more firmly. At last, Jim had a massive shuddering climax that almost made him pass out. Sharon helped him slowly come down by continuing to gently kiss him as his cock returned to a relaxed state. 

When he was fully done, Sharon stood up, hugged Jim, and kissed him on the mouth, their tongues were busy playing with each other. I have seldom seen two people as fully satisfied and happy as they were. After a few moments Sharon came over to me, got me to stand up, hugged me, kissed me and said "I really love you Bob, you are giving me the greatest gift you have ever given me. And it's not just the sex. It is the fact that you would allow me to live out a life long fantasy. Thank you!"

This was the obvious breaking point for our bathroom pleasures. We got out of the tub, dried each other off. We decided to take a break for some snacks and a drink before getting on with more play. Once everyone had a drink and some sort of snack in their hands I asked everyone to come out into the living room for a bit. I got up to speak.

"I suspect that some of you are wondering why I would throw this type of party for my wife. I have brought an explanation that can serve as an interlude prior to our continued fun and games. First of all, let me put the contents of this small traveling bag out onto the coffee table." With that I carefully removed the contents of the bag. There were three strap on harnesses, numerous dildo attachments of various sizes, several tubes of Astroglide and K-Y jelly, some CBT toys (specifically parachute rings to allow the balls to be pulled down, and various weights), various light duty restraints, massagers, vibrators, and several packages of batteries.

"Now, let me explain why this party is as strange as it may seem. I have a tape here for you to watch. This tape is of the surprise party my wife gave me for our twentieth wedding anniversary. You will recognize me as the guy in the leather mask." At this point Sharon at first sort of gasped and then chuckled.

The video was a hit. I was sitting between the two women that Jim had brought with him. As we watched the movie, they proceeded to start to make out with me. They commented on how hot the video was.

When the video was done, I turned to Sharon and said:

"O.K. darling, it is your party! You know how best to fulfill your wildest fantasy, what do you want us to do now, and what do you want to do now?"

Sharon suddenly had an evil grin on her face. "I know what I think would be hot to watch. While I enjoy a good vibrating dildo, I want to see Jim's girls use strap ons on you two guys. But, before that happens I want a parachute ball stretcher on you two guys along with four ounces of weight on each. I get hot watching a guy take it up the ass, and I love to watch their balls swing and shake as they are screwed. I looked at Jim, and he at me; we both looked at the girls and decided that we could live with this.

One girl put a parachute onto my nut sack, above the nuts. It was wonderful to feel her hands working on my nuts. At the same time Jim was getting the same treatment.

Jim and I pulled the stuffed armchairs out from the corners of the room. Jim and I each picked a chair, and sit with our legs on the arms of the chairs facing the back of the chairs. The chairs were set up with Jim and I facing away from each other and Sharon sitting on the couch so that she could see every thrust that Mary and June would make. 




Turn About is Fair Play



Sharon picked out which dildos she wanted to be used on us. She was kind, and settled on a seven inch dildo that was about an inch wide at the base and about three quarters of an inch at the tip. She also told the girls to use the little five inch dildos to warm us up.

The girl who was to "take me" walked over in front of me. She slowly put on the strap on harness right in front of my face. Before she put it on, she brought her pussy up to my face and told me to kiss it, which I gladly did. Then she put on the harness and attached the seven inch dildo. She squirted some K-Y jelly onto my hands and told me to give the dildo a hand job. Knowing how well lubricated I wanted the dildo to be I did a good job of working the jelly onto its surface.

A moment later I could feel her greasing up my ass with the K-Y jelly. Then I felt the small dildo pressing at my rectum. After a minute of just pressing the dildo head was pushed past the sphincter and moved inside me. I could feel my prostate rejoicing over the feel of the attention provided by the dildo. As I started to get used to it I heard Sharon say "Move to the big ones now, and lets see you pound their butts good!" 

When the small dildo was pulled out I felt very empty. This was the calm before the storm. Then the large dildo was placed at my anal sphincter. She gently moved the tip of the unit into my ass. Then Sharon said, "give it to them!". And they did. For the next five or ten minutes our asses were reamed but good. With the good lubricant and the gentleness of the girls, Jim and I weren't really hurt. I could hear Sharon moaning as she worked over her clit while watching our balls swinging and our butts being reamed.

Sharon finally decided that we had had enough and told the girls to stop. Jim and I slowly got off the chairs. Our butts had been really reamed. "Did you guys have fun?" She asked. I fielded the question with another question; "the real question is are you having fun?".

"You bet I am! You have no idea how much I'm enjoying this. You know, after that first rate reaming, I'd like to have you two studs say thank you to the girls in a very practical way. I want you to lay down, face up, on the floor and have them kneel over you such that you can eat their pussies. In fact, I want you to each bring one of them to a full climax with your tongue. Can you girls reach a full climax with just good oral stimulation? They answered in the affirmative.

The consensus was that we work on our girls at the same time. I lay down on my back and my girl knelt down so that my mouth was at her pussy. I started in by kissing her inner thighs and around her slit, without touching her pussy lips. It was only a couple of minutes before she started to squirm and tell me that she needed my lips and tongue to start to really work, instead of just hinting. I started by sucking her outer lips into my mouth and tonguing them in my mouth, one at a time. She obviously liked that. Licking her slit came next, and finally licking her clit. I moved my mouth back and forth working her clit then her lips, then her clit......I don't know how long I had been at it when she started to rub her pussy firmly against my face. I had to time my breathing or I would have had problems. At last, with her rubbing and my licking at her clit she finally exploded in a violent orgasm. Jim's girl came just moments after mine. 

Jim and I got up, went into the bathroom to wash up. When Jim and I were both cleaned up I asked Sharon what she wanted to do next. Sharon had an almost evil grin on her face. I was now a bit uneasy. 

"I think I want to see you screw your girls. How does that sound girls?"

They were both o.k with that. 

"But; before you start, I'm going to make things a bit tricky for you. Have you ever seen pictures of men using a two man saw? You know, each man can pull the blade, but you cannot push the blade. You are going to screw them as if you were working a two man saw."

"What say?, what are you talking about?"

"Girls, put the ball stretchers on their sacks again."

I had a bad feeling about this. Sharon got up and went over to the toys that had been taken out of the bags. There she found some elastic cord.

"O.K. guys get on your knees with your feet about three feet away from each other, facing away from each other."

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was to happen next.

"O.K. girls scootch into position so that they will be able to enter you pussies."

When the girls were in position, Sharon told us to enter them, but not move. She then looped the elastic cord from one parachute to the other back and forth several times making a somewhat stiff elastic spring pulling my balls toward Jim and his toward mine. She tied the cords off. 

"Now, guys, you are to screw your girl but you have to follow her directions. If she wants it faster, go faster, if she wants it deeper, go deeper, if she wants you to hold one position, do it. Does everybody understand?"

We did, and she told us to start. Screwing my girl was a dream come true, except for the fact that it felt like someone was yanking on my balls. We got going faster and deeper with my girl urging me to really pump hard. I think she could see the excitement, and the pain, in my face. She sort of grinned at me and I would swear that she moved her butt a bit further away from me than it had been. The pain was now quite real, but I was about to climax. As I reached my climax Jim was reaching his. Our final pushes into our girls' pussies almost brought tears to my eyes. As we finished, Sharon told us to go get cleaned up. We did, and it was none too soon. I'm not sure how much more of that "fun" I could take. 

When we got back to Sharon, she said that it was time for her to have her fun. Good, that meant that there was likely to be less pain in it for me.

"Bob, you and your girl can sit this one out! Make out, or whatever if you want."

At that, Sharon climbed onto the bed and lay down on her back with her butt up on a couple of pillows. She had Jim enter her. She had Jim's girl kneel at her head so that she could lick her slit. Jim's girl was playing with Sharon's boobs,while Jim was fondling her breasts. During this Jim was driving into Sharon like a pile-driver. It was hot to watch. 

As my girl and I watched I asked her if she wanted me to do anything to her. She smiled and said that she would love to do a sixty-nine with me. I told her that I wasn't sure that I could get it up again, but that I would love to try! I lay down and she laid down on top of me. As I started out licking her slit, she started licking and sucking on my balls. Oh, did it feel good. I worked her pussy as skillfully as I could, and I'm pretty good with making pussies climax. I never did get fully hard again, but I stopped counting her climaxes after five. We were still going at it when my wife came over and told us that we should probably stop. I asked why and she said that it was five thirty in the morning, and she needed to get some sleep. Jim, and his girls cuddled up in one of the king sized beds; Sharon and I cuddled up in the other bed.

When we awoke, we all got dressed, and had room service bring up the meal that had been specified as breakfast the previous day. After a leisurely meal we said our good-byes and headed home. I had obtained the girls' phone numbers at Sharon's request (as if I needed encouragement).

********* Several Weeks Have Passed ***********

That was several weeks ago. Now I'm faced with a much bigger problem (problem Two). Sharon can't stop thinking about Jim and the girl she ate out, even while we are making love; or perhaps especially when we are making love. At the same time, I can't get my girl out of my mind. I have phoned her several times, and gotten together with her four times now. I'm sure that Sharon had been with her girl and I know she's been with her brother. 

We're not as open with each other as we used to be. I think Sharon has discovered that her early, deep feelings for her brother are now magnified many times over. I know that I've been seeing my girl as "fillet mignon" compared with Sharon's "hamburger". I shouldn't feel this way. I have, without thinking, driven a wedge between Sharon and me, and I don't think that there's any glue that can fix the crack that has developed. 

We're not talking divorce. We're not mad at each other. This must be something like a drug addict feels. I want to make the marriage work, but I want my "fix" with my girl. I suspect that Sharon feels similar feelings, but she's not sharing her feelings much any more. If I didn't have feelings and a conscience, this situation might be quite enjoyable. But, if I had known what this birthday present would do, I'd have definitely given her something else! As it is, I can't undo the damage I have caused. Heaven help me. Heaven help us! That may be our only hope.



Turn About's Fair Play



She had been excited about it for a week. They really weren't sure how Thursday had gotten decreed "kink" night but it was a tradition now. For a couple of months now, her husband had been asking, well, begging for her ass. She was tentative and they had started slowly. A week ago, he had finally pressed his cock into her. He was not overly long but damn, he was wide. He had gotten it in, but not very deep or for very long. She was proud of herself. She would get better. Tonight though, it was her turn.

Turn about is fair play, she had told him. The idea came to her the next morning as she worked to find a comfortable way to sit in her desk chair. She didn't really tell him, she had just gone online, ordered a small selection of progressively scarier plugs, and sent him the confirmation.

He had thought it was an excellent idea. He had commended her on being proactive. He would start with the small one in her ass, and just work slowly up to the larger one. She snickered to herself. They weren't for her ass. Should she tell him? Oh, hell no! She went back online. The bondage site had a huge selection, each thing just slightly more frightening than the next. She added a harness to her cart. She liked the purple velvet trim. The gag was probably not necessary... His email came in. He couldn't wait to get that big fat plug in her ass. She added the gag, upgraded shipping, and clicked on check-out.

Monday, the box arrived. She had tracked it and took off early to make sure she picked it up. Inside the cardboard box she unwrapped each cellophane bag and slipped the black rubbery toys out of their boxes. She studied the set of plugs. The first one was about the size of her longest finger, the swell three fourths of the way down, just a bit fatter than her knuckle. The second was half again bigger. She compared her hand. About two fingers, perhaps? She set them down on the table. The third filled her hand when she picked it up. He had texted her all the way home. He couldn't wait to get it into her. An evil grin crept across her face.

She slipped the fat plug into the hole of the strap. She looked at the clock. Crap, she didn't have enough time. She crammed the wrappings and empty boxes into the carton and dropped it off into the garage. She scurried up the stairs and into her bra drawer she dropped her booty. Hehe, "booty!"

Tuesday and Wednesday were impossibly long. The dirtier he flirted, the dirtier her thoughts became, the longer the afternoons at work took to drag along. Each morning she would dig into the lingerie drawer as she was getting ready and see the glistening brand new toys waiting to be broken in. Tuesday night, the children had added to her frustration. They had totally interrupted any chance of her getting off. Wednesday, finally they had gotten some quiet mommy daddy time. He had bent her over, her favorite. As he thrust that fat cock into her wet pussy all she could think of was Thursday night. Kink night. It would be her hands on his hips. His face buried in the pillow. The very thought had brought her orgasm rushing through her body. As he continued to pound her she pressed her ass back against him. Mmm, he was going to be her little fuck toy!

Thursday he had started the day with a very dirty text about what he was going to do to her. Her response: "Sorry Charley, tonight is my turn!" She teased him off and on the rest of the day. When he would ask what she had planned, her answers varied from "Maybe?" to "Not a bad idea." Not once did she give any indication of what she had planned, and the plan just seemed to get better the longer she thought about it.

She beat him home. She had to leave early, she was too eager to spend that last hour of the day staring blankly at the computer screen. She picked up the kids, fed and watered them. He wandered home a bit early himself. She advised him to eat light. He had work to do. She didn't know how it had any relevance at all what he ate, but it excited him and he complied. Oh, she liked having the power!

Cooperation came from all around. As she was bathing, he wrangled the children to bed managing to calm them down. He wandered into the bedroom as she was rubbing the lotion into her legs. He flirtingly asked how he could help. She thought for a moment and decided it was as good a time as any to start. 

"You can help by doing exactly as you are told!" He grinned widely in response. She stood in front of the dresser handing him the lotion. She stood in mountain pose and instructed him to apply the lotion. She was specific, he was to warm it in his hands first, He started on her calves, rubbing the lotion in. She sent him on to her arms and hands, her shoulders. She saved the best parts. She moved him on to her back, finally letting him lotion her ass cheeks. She flexed them for him, knowing how he liked that. 

He played along nicely. "Might I lotion your thighs, Mistress?" he asked, and she instructed him to his knees and allowed him. It felt good and tempted as she was to let him continue. To let him lick her pussy as he had asked, she resisted. Stick to the plan.

She sent him to the shower. It was misdirection and she knew it. She knew he would prepare to have his cock sucked. She might suck him off. If she accomplished all she had in mind first. It was best to be prepared. She instructed him to trim and shave his balls. "Your Mistress likes them clean shaven." She said, slapping his ass as he slipped into the shower. 

Occupied in the shower she dressed. She knew she was going to get what she wanted, she would give him some of his favorites as a reward. She slipped into the corset, doing her best to tie it. It was his favorite and she couldn't blame him. She admired the way it tripped her belly, highlighted the shape of her hips and held the girls high and tight. Work what God gave you! She thought, admiring herself. She pulled on the stockings, clipping them to the corset. She pulled on the panties that tied on the sides, easy to remove. Finally, as she heard the water turn off, she pulled on the high heeled boots. She wouldn't wear them to work, as so many women did today. She really only wore them to bed. It made them that much dirtier!

He was drying off and she watched. For forty he still had a good looking body. He was softer than he'd been at 20, for sure, but he didn't carry a beer belly. His shoulders were still broad and muscular, his legs long and lean. His cock, well, she loved his cock. He was long enough without being monstrous. The word she used for it was "girth." She loved the way he filled her. Mmm... it could make head a challenge from time to time but even now, If he tried hard enough, she really only needed him to fuck her. "Keep your game face on, girl!" She reminded herself. Nearly carried away already she turned to hang up his towel. His bare ass did the trick. Oh yes. That was HER ass tonight.

She instructed him to the bed. Grinning, he complied. She knew he liked being the sub! Onto his hands and knees she moved him. She walked around him, admiring, running her hands over his body. She pulled the pillows from the headboard and pressed them into a pile underneath him. He asked her what she had in mind and she slapped his bare ass. It was a bit loud and left a brief red mark! Okay, that was better than she thought it would be. "Only speak when spoken to!" And she slapped him again. Strutting in her high heels she started to understand the whole boot thing!

Step 1. Incapacitation. She had arranged her accoutrements ahead of time and now opened the drawer behind him. She pulled out the fuzzy cuffs. She had had him in them before, but not quite like this. She walked over in front of him and clipped them over each wrist. His grin was now a broad smile, his excitement obvious. Kneeling, with her breasts close to his face she reached under the bed. She was proud of her ingenuity. Secured to the support under the bed she pulled the hooked end of an old dog leash she had found in the garage, clipping it to the chain between his wrists he wouldn't be moving now. "Oh, I like this position!" and walking behind him, she slapped his ass again. When he asked what that had been for, she slapped him again. "This talking better not get out of hand or I will have to do something about it!" She so wanted to do something about it.

Step 2. Anticipation. Back into the drawer, she pulled out her second piece of hardware. Small, thin, and pink, with a round egg shaped tip. She moved in front of him, just out of his reach. "Do you want a little show?" she teased, and he very nearly begged. She kneeled in front of him, her legs spread, licking her finger long and slow she slipped it between her legs.

"Oh yeah, work that pussy for me." Hadn't she mentioned he wasn't to talk? His non-compliance was most convenient. She rubbed her lips, pressed her finger back and forth on her clit as she felt it swelling. She breathed deeply and he talked her on. "Oh yeah, work that clitty. Make it cum." She felt herself getting wetter and ran her finger in and out of herself just enough to moisten her lips. In circles now she worked the small nub of flesh. Her thighs quivered just a little. "Yeah, baby! Make it cum for me!" As he egged her on she worked it harder, finally adding the small vibe. Pressing it to her clit she was only hearing certain words. "Cum, pussy, cum, clit, yeah, fuck it for me!" and she did. She pressed it into her catching that spot and the orgasm hit her. From the small of her back she felt it press forward until it exploded into her wet cunt. She groaned and held the vibe inside of her as it washed over her. "That's a good girl, cumming hard for me." 

Step 3. Humiliation. "I seem to recall..." she paused, pulling the small vibe out of her. "That you were specifically told..." She held it to his mouth. "Not to speak, unless spoken to." She pressed it between his lips. "Now make it clean." Pressing the fake cock into his mouth, she nearly came again. I think you have earned 4! 

Moving behind him she left the vibe in his mouth. The first slap across his ass was light and he moaned slightly. Slap! The second came harder, leaving a slight mark. He moaned more. Slap! She hit him again, hard enough she felt a slight twinge in her hand. He moaned more. He couldn't have seen but she actually shrugged what the hell? SLAP! She had swung from her hip, "MUuung!" he moaned. Proud of herself she went back to the drawer.

Step 4. Intimidation. She stepped in front of him, the assortment of goodies in her hands. One by one she laid out several for him to see. The gag was laid out closest to his face. He leaned up on his elbows, the vibe dropping to the bed. "Oh my!" he said, not quite the same grin as before.

"Talking.... Tisk tisk." She pressed it into his mouth, pulling the strap behind his ears. "Too tight?" she asked, when he moaned no, she pulled it tighter. Unable to speak, she laid out the next instruments of his impending doom. The finger sized plug first. His eyes widened. As the second one, slightly larger was set down in front of him he looked up at her. She was glad she left the other behind him.

Speaking in the same calm voice, not quite mocking but clearly getting her message across, in the same voice he had used, she soothed him. "Don't worry baby, just relax. You are good little fuck toy" He moaned up at her. She picked the smallest plug from the sheet and walked behind him. He moaned gently when the cold lube hit his as. She purred relaxing words at his as she dabbed it in small circles around his ass. "That's a good little fuck toy." Then firmly, with her full hand, surprising herself even, she slapped his ass. "Now take it like a man, bitch!" 

Step 5. Penetration. She reached beneath his legs. Her hand, wet with lube found his cock. He was hard. Waiting. She ran her fingers over him and cupping the head of his penis, edged the rip of the small black plug to his ass. He moaned as the cold lube slipped the tip easily inside of him. She stroked his cock. Distraction, she knew it helped when he had licked her clit the first time he has slipped a digit into her tight ass. He took it easily. She coached him. That's right, relax and take it. She had intended to soft. The relax him, but the thrill was building inside of her. She felt her own excitement and it came out in words. "Yeah, baby. Take it like a good boy." The plug finally hit its widest point and his ass took it, swallowing it to the wide hilt. She pressed it delicately. "you like it when I fuck that ass of yours?" He moaned in agreement.

She struggled to grasp the small plug and began to work it in and out of him. Talking the whole way, she pulled it out slightly and then pressed it in. "You like taking it, don't you!" it slipped in her fingers. "Mmm, you have to tell mistress you like it!" OOPs! She had forgotten! He couldn't. "Oh, that's right! This is my little ass. You just take it!" Another minute. His moans grew louder. She wanted it deeper. It was time. She pulled the small plug from his ass. Reaching beneath him, she stroked his cock, still hard, viciously hard, me moaned and thrust his hips as if to fuck her hand. 

"I think you're ready to graduate!" laying the small plug aside she moved back in front of him. The medium one sat waiting. She teased his hair as she picked it up. "Just relax baby."

His ass was slick; the first round had well lubed his tiny hole. She applied more to the tip of the larger plug and ran her finger over it. "Now just relax, baby." She nudged it at his ass. He clenched closed at first and she rubbed his cheeks. 

"Open up for me, baby. That's right." And she nudged it in as he moaned. "You like that? You are being such a good fuck toy!" She pressed deeper. He moaned deeper, he collapsed from his elbows and laid flat on his chest and face. "Yeah, you like being my little bitch, don't you?" She worked it in further. Slowly she began to work it in and out of him. He curled his knees up closer raising his ass. He did like it. She pressed a little further. Still hard to grip she started to work his ass. She loved the power of it. All her life she has been the one being fucked. Tonight, he was the Fuckee! "Harder, baby?" she asked. He moaned and leaned his ass back to her.

Faster she moved it in and out of him. He moaned in time with her strokes. "Yes, baby!" she cheered him on. "Take it! Spread that ass for me." She struggled to hold on as she pressed it deeper and harder into him. He was moaning. She reached between his legs and grabbed his cock. Holding it tight she fucked him harder, deeper. She slapped his ass, the plus pressed tight to his anus. "Yeah baby, come for me!" He growled into the gag, unable to speak, he tugged against the cuffs, pressing his ass to her. She could tell now.

His cock writhed in her tight grip. He was cumming but the plug pressed tight in his ass, pressing his P-spot held it inside of him. "Come on, baby, give me a load!" and he pressed his ass to her. His growls now turned to cries, muffled by the dark red rubber ball. She pulled the plug from his ass. He let out a long moan and his body collapsed on the pile of pillows. "Such a good little fuck toy, you are!" she reassured him. She ran her hand over his ass, she reached under and cupped his balls, stroked his cock. He was still moaning lightly. Walking back to his face she kneeled down in front of him. His arms were still stretched out in front of him and she ran her hands over them, up to his shoulders and his neck. With a slight tug she released the gag and he wriggled his head until the ball dropped. Although a little more clearly than before, he still only moaned.

"You like that, baby?"

"Mmmm," and with a little nod, "yeah, um, yeah I did."

"You were a good little fuck toy for mistress! Thank you!" and she stroked his hair.

"Mmmm." Again, moans were the best he had, although a contented smile crept over his lips.

"Are you going to behave yourself if I let you go?" she teased. As he cooed back yes, she pressed the small switch and released the cuffs. "You just rest a second, catch your breath."

He straightened his legs, stretched his arms. She slipped around behind him and watched as her stretched his jaw, she imagined it had to feel good to move it. She was a little curious about having the gag in. She supposed she would find out! Again, from the bed, she heard him moan.

"Are you done, baby?"

His eyes still closed. He grinned and teased back. "Is mistress done with me?"

Stepping in front of him, now sporting the harness she leaned down and whispered at him. "Not hardly..." He edged his head enough to look up at her, he saw only the monstrous plus strapped to the front of her, the long legs, the tight corset. 

"oh, fuck..."

"Yeah?" she quizzed back. She knew she wanted it. It was what she had thought about all week. Looking down at the large black pseudo dick, she knew this is what she had been working up to. She also knew she would let him off. It was a lot. It was a lot in general, but to have just penetrated his virgin ass for the first time, she knew it was a big step. She wondered how he was taking it. She knew a man could feel threatened, could feel awkward about even the smallest amount of ass play. Her husband was a man's man, but here he was, about to be fucked up the ass by his wife. Excited as she'd been all week, she was prepared to roll him over and ride him back to manhood.

She looked down at him and waited. He looked over at her again, at the giant dong between her legs. He looked up further, with widened eyes he responded. "Oh mistress. Fuck me with that fat dick!"

Step 6. Culmination. With his hands released, he assumed the position. Burying his head in a pillow, he reached his arms out, grabbing the mattress in front of him. Bending his knees, he pushed his ass up in the air for her. She moved around behind him. Turn about is fair play, she thought. She moved in closer. She thought about how it must feel to be a man, bending a woman over and taking her from behind. He pussy was dripping with the thought.

She pressed the head of the fattest plus to his ass. He leaned forward a little, then rocked back to her. Again, she lubed the plug. There would be no loosing her grip now; it was strapped to her hips. She pressed it to him and again he moaned. It was louder than before. Embarrassed he buried his face back into the pillow. She pushed further.

His ass resisted. The very head of this one was as fat as the first plug and she had to push harder. She took him by the hips. Fuck yeah, she though. Mother fucking yeah! She slapped his ass. 

"You gonna take it for me?"

"Mm hmm" he agreed.

She pushed harder, he took a couple inches. There were at least 4 more! He moaned into the pillow and she pushed on. Rocking her hips, each thrust he took a little more. She imagined for the moment a tight pussy and pressing a fat cock into it. "Fuck yeah!" she actually said it this time and he moaned back at her. He pushed his hips back to her. 

The were both rocking, and as they worked to find some sort of rhythm, the phallic plug was slowly finding its way deeper into his ass.

"Oh Fuck!" he exclaimed. Scarred, she pulled back "No, don't stop! Fuck that ass!" He begged at her. She could swear she came right them. She grabbed his hips and pressed hard and fast. Three inches slid in. He buried another moan. She slapped his ass and pushed harder. 

"Oh, Fuck yeah!" he moaned up at her and she took him. She pulled his ass. She pressed her hips. The movement was awkward at first, a new motion. But slowly she found the right muscled, she clenched her ass as she thrust forward. Images pressed into her mind. She thought about having a cock, she thought of the power, she took him deeper, pressing the rubber cock into him. It was tugging and pulling now. She felt it rub and press against her clit. He moaned again. 




Turn About's Fair Play



"Fuck me! He begged. "Yeah, fuck that ass hard." And as he pressed faster and deeper she heard his ass slap against her hips and she was there. Her body tensed as she came but then the pulling of the straps against her clit stopped, so she pressed again. She rocked the plug into him and he pressed back to her. She was the one speechless now as the orgasm pulled at her thighs and pussy. He was pressing his ass back against her and she gripped him. Fucking him with every ounce of strength she could muster. She was sweating, she was fucking him, she was cumming. He legs were weak. She felt it in her abdomens. He was almost whimpering.

"Cum for me, baby!" She worked it faster, shorter strokes for speed.

"Oh please. Please make me cum!" he whimpered back at her. She pulled at her hips. She had no speed left, she had no strength left. He was leaning forward and moaning, the plug still pushed deep into him.

"I can make you cum!" She pulled back from him. The plug resisted at first and then with a push was released and she fell back onto the bed. With a tug she released it from her hips. "Roll over."

Step 7. Conclusion. Rolled onto his back, his erection was monstrous. She did so love his cock. He clearly hadn't cum. He had earned it. She leaned forward over him, her legs jelly, and took his cock into her mouth. She moaned as she pressed him as deep into her as she could and he moaned back.

"Oh, fuck yeah." he cooed. She reached her fingers between her own legs and found her lips dripping. As her tongue ran circles around his head, her fingers ran in the same small circles inside her lips, dancing over her swollen clit. Fuck, she was cumming again. She moaned and felt his cock pulsing. 

"Mm hmm." She moaned into his cock. Pulling back just a moment. "come for me!" She took him back in her mouth, her tongue pressed to his head and shaft. It came slow at first but as it exploded she gripped at her pussy and felt herself cum again. He had had it stored and as it hit her throat her lips broke seal, there was too much. His hot cum burst from her lips and she fingered her wet pussy as she swallowed all she could. He had been a good little fuck toy. His load on her lips was his reward.

He groaned loudly as he came, his hands wrapped around her head as he pushed just a little deeper, giving her every bit she had. The moaned lightly as he pressed into her, fucking her face. Her orgasm finally subsiding she released his cock. Wiping the cum from the corners of her lips she wrapped herself around him. Resting her head on his chest she felt his heart racing. His breathing deep and steady.

"Mmmm, what a good little mistress you are, my love!" He praised her as he stroked her hair.

"Good?"

"Um, yeah. wasn't it obvious! Good for you?"

"Oh yeah!" she replied. She grinned to herself. She was proud of herself. She wondered just how she would top it.