15 comments/ 403815 views/ 102 favorites Dangerous Sex By: Dreamlover From peeking through the doorknob, Nick watched his little sister chat on a phone in her pink bedroom while laying on the bed. One of her hands was rubbing across her stomach, like a bitch in heat. He stuck his hand in his sweatpants, grabbing the girth of his cock, and started watching some more, studying the perfect curve of her complexional slim outline. She was an eighteen years old who looked to be a sixteen years old, younger-looking because of her petite size, weighting around at least a hundred pounds with a height no more than five feet. Nick felt an erection forming as he observed her a little more, yearning for the impossible. Her wild brunette hair was thrown down her back as she rolled over on her bed, bright blue eyes gleaming with sparkles, revealing a bod of a professional gymnast. Muscular across the thighs, blessed with a bun of steel, slender down to the waist, but somewhat tender in appearance. She was wearing just her black silk underwear with a large T-shirt as a pajama, resting flat on her stomach as she gossiped on the phone. Her name was Sophia. Nick jerked his rod harder, stifling his groan to a quiet moan, and panted. He fantasized fucking her from behind, bringing her to a screaming climax. This was the third time this week he ever done this, spying on his little sister while masturbating like a sex-crazed psycho. It had started as an accident two nights ago when he caught the door ajar and found Sophia undressing, exposing just a little of her nakedness to his whim. But since their parent were home, Nick had to run into his own bedroom and jerk the urges off his system. Last night he took the risk while his parent were sound asleep across the hall, pumping his cock while staring at his own sibling. But tonight was special. Fuck it, he thought, jacking harder. If I can't have her, I might as well daydream about fucking her. His cock was a hot weapon right now, crying for a fix. And both mom and dad were out to a cocktail event, leaving the entire night to his own. He watched her giggled, sprawling her legs apart as she rolled again. This was it. He felt a tinkling sensation running down his spine as a spurt of cum splattered the door. But the impact hit the door so hard that it squealed opened, revealing Nick with his pant down. Sophia caught him standing there, wide-eyed, wet cock gripped in his hand, and gasped. She dropped the phone and stared, mesmerized. "Nick?" "Oh, shit. It's not what it look like!" She still watched his cock like it was something from outer space, amazed and enthralled at the size. "Were you . . . watching me?" "No, I wasn't!" Sophia stood from the bed, her long dark hair dropping down her waistline, her eyes appearing unconvinced from his denial. "No? But there's cum all over you." Through the haze of confusion, Nick couldn't think of anymore excuses. You got me, he thought, and he was proud she was goggling at his well-hung cock. He knew he was busted in a worst, most embarrassing scenario possible. But his little sister displayed no disgust except there was a kind of strange curious excitement written on her face. She walked over to the door of her room, examined the stains on the wall, and shut the door. Then she locked it. Nick felt his heart paced as Sophia turned around in her seductive movement, an unusual thoughtful smile cresting on her angelic face. "So you like watching me?" she said, stepping back in amusement, admiring her own brother. "What a pervert you are. I like that." Nick was speechless, too stunned and confused to respond. The phone rang but Sophia paid no attention to it. Then, after it died, she stepped forward and shoved him to the floor. Nick fell on his back against the carpet, feeling it was a painless fall, and watched his sister dropped on her knees on his side, her delightful eyes on his well-hung cock. Total lust was driven in her blue eyes. "I have a confession to make," she said, leaning over him, breathing to his ear. " I'm a virgin and I'm sick of being one. But I'd do anything to have you fuck me. Anything. And I know you want to. " "Cripes, you're fucking with me." "No, but you'll know when I'm fucking with you." She straddled him, allowing her ass to press against Nick's cock but with a subtle weight on him. "Because if you don't fuck me tonight, then I'll tell momma what you did tonight." "Bullshit, Sophia, you're full of-" "It's no bullshit, big brother. I'm eighteen years old, still a virgin because Dad never let me go out, and I want you to fuck me." She started to ride him with a moaning sound, deliberate in her motion. "But, Nick, I want you to fuck me hard. Hurt me. Rape me, if you like. I read about it in books. I've seen those rated-X movies. I want you to do me in all sort of positions, just like those porn stars. I want a man like you to make me into a woman. I need the experience." Fingering her mouth, Sophia didn't express a single sign of regret about her confession. Not a hint at all. Instead she leaned forward and sank deeper into his crotch. From just seeing this, Nick dick was surging again, full-flank and hard. The veins started to pulse and it was obvious he was turned on again. He could feel his erection, his eight-inch cock growing against the surface of her cunt, breathing faster, not able to believe this. Sophia sensed this and pressed down just a little more, wanting to feel her brother in her. But it was her underwear that safeguarded their path to a world that could result pure madness of unnatural breeding. After a moment of tension, Nick couldn't take it anymore. "Then you're going to get your wish, tonight," he said at last, thrusting his cock right into Sophia's vagina, ripping through the black fabric and surging into a wet, tight hole. She gasped, her eyes an arousal shock of pain, and cried out. He was looking in the eyes of a girl who was about to become a woman and lose her innocence from an incestuous fuck. Pulling her hair back, Nick penetrated her with everything he got, feeling the head of his dick tearing into her unprotected cunt, reeking with aroma that can drive a mind insane with desire. The surrounding of her vagina gripped his cock like a hot bud vase. The more deeper he pushed into her beaver, the more her bright eyes widened. She looked at him back in the eyes and sighed her tongue to his throat, groaning from a sudden fuck. Nick responded with sheer hunger, kissing her while forcing his cock to go in even deeper. Little Sophia broke the kiss with a loud moan and her hands clasped on Nick's chest, her nails digging far into the flesh of his skin. Groaning in pain, he rammed more of his monster inside of her, feeling half of it going in there, and, before he could finish entering, Sophia bucked her vulva down in a wild fall. She squealed as she became deflowered, crying out in both pain and pleasure. Nick was in a state that was beyond conception, feeling his little sister thrashing on him for more, sweating and gasping, twisting back and forth, as if she was in a seizure. "Oo, yeah, fuck me, harder, you cute stud," she moaned, her hands sliding down to the bottom of her shirt. Then she stripped it off her head. He gawked as her beautiful melon-shaped breasts was revealed at last, her round nipples as pink and hard as her own bedroom. The exposure of her true petite form for the first time brought an uncontrollable urge to fuck her senseless. "You like that, don't you, bitch? Tell me how this feel?" He thrust deeper, feeling his dick surging in a hot spot. "Urgh, uh, I love it. It's feels so good. Harder, baby! Oh, yeah, fuck me. Fuck me. Urp, just pump it in me." She squealed and slammed her pelvis down, shutting her eyes, and started pumping him like a human sledgehammer, creating series of loud slapping noises. "Oh, oh, oh! This feel so odd! How could this be so bad when it feel so, so good? I've never . . . felt such sensation before! Oh, Nick, baby, here I come!" Holding his stamina, Nick embraced her as she convulsed, shuddering, both of them hugging each other. It was such a carnal feeling to have. She trembled harder with a moan and climaxed one last time. "Ahhhhhh." Then she fainted to the ground as her orgasm subsided. Nick watched her collapsed there, realizing she passed out from her own climax. Her entire skin was overwhelmed with sweat, the bright light on the side reflecting it with a kind of sparkle toward it. More moist of sweat dripping down her naked chest and his heaving was the sole sound in the midst of the silence. The sex aroma hung in the air, thicker than fog, and the scent of her own special juice was smelled. He watched her beautiful face, adorable eyes closed in a soundless dream, and noticed her plump mouth was slight opened. Then Nick had an idea. Grinning with excitement, he crawled forward and knelled before her face, directing the head of his erected cock into the welcoming entrance of her mouth. He felt a twinge of exotic exhilaration as he pushed further into her soft mouth, feeling the heat of her breath, causing her lips to form into an appetizing "O". He groaned, crouching over her, grasping her head in a tight clutch, humping her face in a slow rhythm. He could feel his raging cock massaging over her tongue, and after an extra push, felt his shaft straining down her throat. "Arrrggh! Oh, shit!" He watched her sweet face as he fuck it in tense, laggard motion, feeling the incredible warmth of her breath. Then her eyes flung opened and a gutteral moan escaped her stuffed mouth. He panicked and withdrew his shaft, his cock flinging out with a wet POP! "Fuck, I was . . . I didn't mean to . . ." She watched him, strangely calm, breathing hard and rapid, a trail of salvia dripping down her chin. Then she pushed him on his back, climbed over him, and reached out for his cock and snatched it. The edge of his beast bounced off her chin as she leaned forward, closer, her eyes never leaving his, intensifying their desire. She craned down and licked the head a little, cock-teasing him as she eyed him. "You like that, you pervert? You like fucking me when I'm unconscious? You like that, huh?" She cooed and started jacking him off, her slender arm shaking in wild motion. She spat a large ball of salvia on his cock and grazed the moist around his shaft, tonguing down to his balls. Nick couldn't believe his eyes. One look made his heart staggered. "Sophia, slow down. I don't wanna cum yet!" She ignored him, licking his organ as if she was trying to taste the flavor out of a popsicle. Oh, man, Nick thought, she's killing me! Then, like a charging bull, she tightened his private and mouthed down on his entire cock, sucking it all in like a vacuum. Groaning and moaning, Nick strained as he held the seeds in him, shutting his eyes. Then he opened it again, watching in amazement and delight. It was an unbelievable sight. He gawked with fascination as his little sister brought all eight-inch of his cock into the deepest part of her throat. Then he felt his penis jammed through her soft palate and beyond the uvula section. She threw back her head and a loud smack was heard. She looked at him with a smile and urged forward a little, allowing the head of his dick to rub across her chest, touching one of her hard nipples. Then she grabbed two of her melons and squeezed against his cock, and started breast-fucking her older brother. "This is one of your favorite positions, isn't it?" she said with a moan. "I've seen you watch adult movies before and I've seen what's part you watch the most. Oo, yeah, you like that? That and anal, huh? But I bet you've never thought you'd be fucking your little sister's breasts." The head of his monster surged upward and slapped against Sophia's chin, but she responded with a quick lick on his shaft. Then she recommenced with a harder breast squeeze, drudging back and forth, repeating it again and again, quickening her grinding rhythm. Nick swallowed, watching her work one hand to hold the cock into her boobies while the other hand was fingering her wet cunt, furious in her progression. Then she switched position from titties-fucking to an unexpected resurrection of a final blowjob. Oh, fuck, he thought, here's come the dragon attack! Dragon attack indeed. She impaled all of his cock with a shove and jammed three fingers into his crack of his ass at the same time, digging far into his anus. He was looking at a transformation from an innocent naïve child to an insane teenage slut starving for a drink of cum. This act made all Hustler movies looked like a bunch of PG-13 flicks. "Fuck, I can't hold on anymore! Fuck!" Sophia responded from sucking harder and faster, penetrating her fingers deeper into his shithole. She looked into his eyes and smiled, finger-fucking him harder. "Ack!" Nick tensed with a short scream, unable to hold his growing ejaculation, and went cross-eyed as he felt gallon and gallon of hot, brackish semen pumping down Sophia's tepid throat. The blast overflowed the inside of her mouth, causing it explode like a firecracker explosion. Most of his cum disappeared as she swallowed a whole bunch with one loud gulp, yet she kept pumping and sucking him like her life depended on it. "Mmmmm." She swallowed more of it, still stroking his tentacles, leaving a trail of white substance dripping down her chin. After swallowing a handful, she whipped his dick out, jets of cum still gushing out of his prepuce, and let out a devious smile. He felt his whole sexual development on the edge of impairment as more semen still squirted everywhere, spraying across her nose and across her neck and onto her chest. More splashed on her forehead, and down on the carpet, forming a pool of her brother love juice, a kind of substance that'll leave a disastrous stain. "Fuck, you came so much, Nick," she murmured, kissing his dick as if she was in love with it. She looked at him, her face full of white semen, and hinted a smile. Her eyes was still full of lust and wonder, her tension heightening as she bit her bottom mouth. Nick was gasping for air. His heart was pounding. He fell on his back and his eyes became clearer through the haze of cloud. His sister was licking the cum off her fingers, swallowing the rest of his juice like regular milk. She grazed more of his semen off her drenched chest and her stomach, and then slurped it in her mouth. "How do you feel, cutie?" she asked "Good, but tired." Nick was laying on his back, staring into the ceiling, breathing still. "But we're not done yet. I want to do something else. While you're recuperating, would you like a taste my pussy? Suck it?" Nick nodded, feeling his hormones on fire again, and started rubbing his cock. Sophia stood over his head and crouched down on his face, almost as if he was about to sit on him but she was able to maintain her position just an inch from his mouth. "Man, Sophia, you have a cute ass." "Oo, my, thank you." She wiggled her buns on his face and giggled." Then prove you like it, Nick. Come on, you fucking little pervert. Do it before I sit on you!" Then Nick did it. He raised his head, feeling a little dazed, and started licking her clits. And it tasted like something he had never tasted with a smell he had never smelt. Again he licked her clitoris, slurping the cram-like creation, sucking the juices out of her. She moaned, clenching her teeth. The entire process was electrifying, bringing sudden lust into his balls. He couldn't believe it. Now he was tongue-fucking her own eighteen-year-old sister. All so sweet and wet and smelly. So this is what a pussy smells like, he realized, taking a good whiff at it. No one can really describe it except for the fact that it's sweet and addicting. And it's my own fucking sister! He licked some more, swirling his tongue deeper into her cunt. She moaned a little louder, grasping on her hair, and, without a warning, convulsed. She gasped, heaving louder than ever, and groaned a guttural sound. Then she took an intake of breath. Nick felt a gesticulate of sparkle came shooting into his mouth, with a special taste that force him to suck some more, slobbering all over her. "Mmm, Nick, I'm cumming again! Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes! Suck it harder." She tensed and shuddered, closing her eyes. Nick felt he was drinking from a faucet because his little sister was producing a floodgate of strange substance. She whimpered, grabbing her hair in rapture, and squealed. "Ah, ah, oh, fuck! I can't believe we're doing this! Oh, fuck, this feels so gooooood! Oh, mmrph!" As if ready to fall, she started bucking her ass, faltering with her weight a bit, almost sitting on him. She screamed higher and higher but then the magic all cease when Nick went over the edge. He grabbed her and carried her to the king-sized bed, throwing her on the center. She gasped and lift her head, crawling on all four, watching her brother approach him like a lion preparing for a brutal mating. Nick forced her to lie on her back, kissing her across the cheek while he edged the large swollen head of his cock to find the entrance of her beaver. "I'm going to fuck you," Nick warned. "Missionary style. I think it might hurt a little more, so expect it." "Give it to me, motherfucker. Give it to me hard." Nick couldn't believe his little sister was talking like this but then again, he couldn't believe the two of them were fucking like craving animals. "Then here I come, bitch." The dick surged through the tunnel of her cunt, causing Sophia to let out an animalistic groan. Sinking deeper and deeper like the Titanic, Nick held her down from the shoulders as he fell deeper into the well of Sophia's love gate. As soon as his balls touch her anus, he pulled back almost to the edge and slammed back in her. Then he repeated it, fucking her in a motion that she couldn't handle. Her wistful hazel eyes never parted from his. It was bright with hard lust. "Give it to me. Give it to your sister. Ooh, you like that, huh? Even though we're going to hell for this, let this be our last wish! I rather do this than go to paradise! Oh, yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Then she arched her back and screamed out. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Nick kept on pounding her cute ass, fucking her harder than she was begging for. Then she let out a groan and something unnatural happened. Everything of her inner muscles tightened and she plunged forward, her legs wrapping around her brother's waist and locking him against her. Nick was on the verge of eruption, watching her sister straining under his arms in the middle of a powerful orgasm, and felt her shudder hard as a machine. "Oh, God, Nick. Oh, ah . . . ah . . . ahhh." "That's right, Sophia," Nick said, pressing his cock further inside. He actually couldn't believe she was really coming. It felt like a wet hand grasping harder and becoming even wetter! "Come for me, bitch!" But, even against the impossible, Nick held it in. It was a miracle. Not from the fear of impregnating her but from the fear of allowing this special moment to be over. So he uncocked her sopping cunt, his swollen member dripping wet, and decided to give it to her in the ass. He grappled one of her leg and lifted it in the air. The anal opening of her hole was small, but he still determined to get it done. To fuck the shit out of her . . . She stared at him, breathing, and gasped as her brother pushed his cock into her rectum. Sophia couldn't handle it. She felt her shit being push in as Nick went in even farther, and then she felt her gut move. The sphincter muscle of anus enthused and the intestine shot apart. Then, through the pain and the God-awful smell, she closed her eyes and let out some guttural moans. She was whispering something that sounded like "How dare you could do this to me, you motherfucker, how dare you." Dangerous Sex Ignoring this, Nick pulled out his pole and broke through her anal rectum with a hard slam. She shrieked and tears went streaming down her eyes. But Nick was alarmed. Oh, shit, his mind screamed. I'm killing her! He was about to retreat until she grabbed ahold of him and held him, whispering for him to do it again. He opened his eyes. It was unbelievable. He felt no hesitation in obeying her wish. Regaining his strength, he started fucking her, with a rhythm and power of a hurricane slamming against a powerless vehicle. He watched as he ass-fucked her little sister in the most pornographic scene possible, their erection impossible to miss. There was semen stains all over Sophia's face to her chest, dripping even to abdomen. Sweat drenched the skin and sheet of the bed. Loud moaning and wet whacking sound started fulfilling the room. Nick fucked her some more, grunting each time his dick hit the wall of her uterus. He noticed, with vague comprehension, that there was a little droplet of blood in her pubic area. But none of this matter. He squashed his cock in and out of his sister, throbbing her with everything he got. He did everything in his power to make her come again. As he dick tunneled further inside of her, he heard a squish from within her ass and he realized the damages he was doing. He rocked her harder, seeing her tits bouncing up and down. She watched him cold in the eyes as her own brother hammered his membrane into her, muttering curses under her breath. To witness someone as petite and wonderful as her creation being razed into pieces was something a brother can experience in a lifetime. Then he stopped. Sophia opened her tearful eyes and looked at him with a question mark on her face. Then he took his cock out of her hole and leaned over to her ear, whispering: "Sophia, I'm about to fuck you doggie-style and I want to come inside of you. Do you want that, sis?" "I want that," she said, flipping around and bending over on all fours like a bitch in heat. She inclined her head down and raised her ass in a flaunting matter, flashing right to his face. Then he heard her wicked encouragement: "Give it to me. Fuck me like a cheap whore I am. Do it. I dare you, fucker. I dare you to come in me. See what momma and papa will do to us when we're caught fucking like dogs." Nick lost his self-control. He lurched forward in unmanageable rage and grabbed her from behind, his dick grinding in her cunt like a mammoth log trying to fit in a small puncture. A little SQUISH! was heard. She cried out as her brother bang her from behind, more tears going down on her cum-stained cheek. Nick grabbed her hair and yanked it back so hard that she tensed. Sophia groaned, feeling the giant cock crushing into her interior region as her neck crested in a upward position, and she yelled out his name. "Niiiiiickkk!!" Gasping and grunting, Nick fucked her harder, meaningless as possible, feeling her trouncing as more whirl of discharge boiled in his loins. Watching her getting fuck from behind was a handsome sight for him, her gorgeous ass plummeting into his pelvis, squirming before him like a feeble child. Her back was slick with sweat and her butt was bright from moist, as if it have been oiled down. Then she did something he didn't see coming. He never did because his conscious was elsewhere. But his cock felt it and it was such a sweet feeling. Here what the bitch did . . . She twisted her ass and tensed so hard that it was like a vacuum sucking out all the energy in your body. This was all she had to do make him lose stamina. Then the most sick and twisted experience was about to come to life. Sophia's nerve-racking spasm brought a tight squeeze against his cock, enabling Nick to lose whatever logic that was still in him. The entire cranium of his pole pierced into her uterus and it touch something that felt like a wall again. He felt his little sister squirm under his weight, her ass lunging against his crotch, and felt an overwhelming discharge of semen exploding deep her stomach, like a surprise bomb, feeding a wad of seed right into her bleeding womb. She yelped as he fucked her in, like a dog in a climax, pumping more load into her womb, impregnating his own sister. "Take it out! Take it out!" Sophia cried, squealing as she felt her brother shot another overwhelming load into her abdomen. Gripped in paranoia, Nick did what she said and took it out, semen gushing all over her back, a stalk of white liquid steaming down the crack of her ass, oozing down all the way to the floor. That's gonna leave a stain, he thought. "Oh, fuck," Nick croaked, but it was all unstoppable. More semen continued to drain out of his cock. He spewed more cum all over the floor and some of it sailed on her breast as Sophia rolled on her back and watched with awe at what she had done. Grunting louder, he squirted a final load of oppressive gland on her chin, smearing right under her pout lips. Then, without thinking of the lethal consequences, she reached over, grabbed Nick's convusing shaft, and hand-jammed it into her vagina again. Then, just when his cock thought it was over, Nick felt another groundswell of discharge nourishing quart and quart into his at-this-instant pregnant sister. Then she said as she blinked tears out of her eyes: "I wants to see your handsome face when you make me a mother. Yeah, that's it. I want to see that stupid expression on your face when you shot your seed into me." Groaning like a drunken bear, Nick shot another load into her, almost blacking out. She continued to mind-fuck him with her wicked tongue. "It feels so, so good, even though we did something so, so bad, doesn't it? I can see you wanted this for so long. Ah, that's right, shoot more into me. Ooh, yes. Make me your bitch, brother. Make me more pregnant than I am now." "Oh, fuck, I'm still coming!" "Yeah, I can feel it, baby, and it's so warm. See what Dad made me do, telling me not to go out with boys and Mom telling me not to think about sex. Now look at me now . . . a cum-stuffed whore. " Unable to listen any longer, Nick slammed his cock deep inside her and cried. She groaned as Nick blasted one last gallon into her, both of them moaning in total rapture. Looking around, dazed-minded, Nick could see that her entire bed, their entire flesh, and even the carpet was drenched with brother-and-sister cum. The both of them remained in a crouching, hugging position for at least two minutes, Sophia's stud releasing one last explosion into her eggs. Her ass was sopping wet. Their sweat mixed together as their seeds did. The room was filled with smell of hot breath and sweat. Their breathing softened and their movement slowed. Nick squinted and found that their loud screams scared off the once-constant cricket sound. With their forehead pressed against each other, gasping, Sophia looked at him and licked her lips. "I love you, handsome. I love you so much. Let's do this one more time? I want you to fuck me in the face and shoot more of that cum, so I can taste it. Then I need you to breast-fuck me and then some more. And I want you to come inside of me and inside the ass. I want to feel you explode inside of me again. It feels good." As he watched his teenage nymph, Nick realized from then on that both him and her was about to have a long night of extreme, perverse, illegal going-against-nature sex until one of them get killed in the process. Then Nick did as his little sister wish, leaning over her beckoned rear with a hard thrust. She cried, loving it. He was lost in the midst of bliss and carnal delight. Behind their renewed sex act, two frozen silhouettes of a mother and a father standing at the door, appalled, paralyzed, yet still watching them while their children performed the impossible and the unthinkable. Dangerous Situation It was a dangerous situation to be in... She had me tied to a chair. My hands were bound by my sides with a rope wrapped right around me, my ankles strapped tightly to the legs of the chair. Then she took off my blindfold. My eyes were dazzled in the bright light, before they adjusted to it. She held a handgun loosely in one hand, a lollipop in the other. I surveyed the scene. Standing before me was my ex-wife. Dressed as a schoolgirl. Holding a gun. Things couldn't get much worse... I wondered what she had in mind. She had somehow copied exactly the uniform of the girls school where I taught. White see-through blouse. Red tartan plaid skirt. Hell, she'd even put her hair in pigtails. Even though my students were eighteen years old and 'above', I swore that some of them did that just to look even younger. It had all become part of the routine.... I never even thought about it, these little things that made my mundane desk job just a little more bearable. The presents the girls bought for me. The daily smell of sweet perfume, the little flashes of their panties - something a few of them did at every available opportunity. Some of my students were more bookish, others were budding in other ways. I tried my best to treat them all equally and I even went the extra mile to make sure they were happy. I organised field trips and gave them less homework than they needed. In return, my girls loved me for it. I allowed them to dress more freely, and noticed over time that some of the skirts were getting shorter, to the point were they were merely wide belts that barely covered their peachy little asses. My ex-wife had always made comments about how I was too relaxed with them, urging me to become stricter at work. It had been another bone of contention that had broken us up. As I surveyed her now, she had a nasty gleam in her eyes... "Okay Michelle, what exactly do you want?" I asked her. There was no response. She paced up and down a little, enjoying my predicament. "Is it more alimony that you're after?" She looked at me with disgust. Silent moments passed by, then out of the blue - a slap came searing across my face. "Ouch! What the f**k was that for?" I complained. "Shut up! Just shut the f**k up!" she screamed into my face. "I do the talking! I ask the questions! ... Remember asshole ... it's me that's got the gun!" she said menacingly. With that, she pointed the barrel straight at me, her hands shaking with either anger or fear, or a mixture of both. Maybe it was the excitement of the power she now had over me, that had her so intoxicated. "Get a hard on!" she demanded. "What? Are you out of your mind?" Another slap quickly followed. "Do as I say!" she shouted. She looked down at my groin for a response. There was none. "You mean you don't find this exciting?" she asked, rolling the lollipop around her mouth. After a while, she put it back into her blouse pocket. Then she rested one of her shiny, black, knee-length boots on the chair, the spiky heel dangerously close to my groin. Her short plaid skirt rode up as she did so, exposing a pair of cotton panties. "Look, I've even shaved my pussy for school," she hissed, hitching the panties slightly to one side to expose part of her bald beaver. "I look like a girl now, don't I?" She pressed the toe of her boot into my balls, as she asked this. I now knew where she was headed, and where it came from. Jealousy, plain and simple. "You know - don't you Ron? Now I have the same kind of pussy as those little bitches at your school.... Oh, and how they love their 'dear Mister Prockett.' Please Sir, help me with my homework... Please Sir, I don't know how to write this essay..." she mimicked in a 'little-girl-lost' type of voice. She stood back, easing off with the gun, and slowly unbuttoned her blouse with her free hand. One thing about my ex-wife, she had always had an amazing body - that had been the main catalyst that had kept us together for fifteen crazy years. One of her best assets were her small, peachy, funky little tits. She knew they drove me wild with desire. She pushed them towards my face, as close as possible without touching. God, they were still beautiful, I had to admit. Her taught nipples stood out like two ripe strawberries ready for the picking. Even though dick started to strain a little, I resisted as best I could. When that didn't have instant results, she came in closer until her legs were astride me. Then she lifted the front of her plaid skirt right up and putting it over my head, she pinned it there with her hands. This forced me to look close-up at her panties, as they were now right in front my face, in full view. As she slowly gyrated her hips, I tried to force my eyes closed, but they kept opening again automatically. I surrendered eventually and decided to just go with the flow.... ...Her panties had a design of little flowers on a white background, just like any schoolgirl might wear. The thinnest white lacy trim marked where they ended, and where her beautiful, smooth, bald pussy began. She waited for torturous long minutes to pass by, the slow swaying of her sweet little panties and the promise of the heaven below - my only view. How I longed to reach out with my tongue to lick her, right there, where they were indented by her slit, but even if I had tried - she had kept me just far enough out of reach to drive me mad. For now at least, all I could do was look, but not touch. I soon started straining on the ropes that bound me, fighting in vain for release... She laughed, and grabbing my ears - she pushed her cotton covered pussy into my face. "That's it asshole, enjoy getting your face rubbed in the dirt, you no-good son-of-a-bitch!" Her cunt must have been on fire going by the heat that was coming from down there, and the old familiar scent of her juices filled my nostrils. She was getting off on this, and no mistake... "Lick me, you bast**d!" she demanded, holding the gun to my head. I pretended not be enjoying myself, as my tongue lapped at her wet slit, and she pulled her pantie gusset further aside to give me full access. She ground her pussy down into my face, as I lapped all over her lips and swollen clit, eating her out just like in the old days. After a few minutes, she moaned a deep lustful groan and shuddered violently, cumming hard and fast against my face. She stood back shakily and wiped a drool of saliva from her chin. "What are you smirking at?" she quizzed. She slapped my face really hard this time, almost knocking me and the chair over. "You enjoyed that a little too much, now it's payback time!" She cocked the gun at me again. "Well, what were you laughing at asshole?" "Well...it's the way... the way you came there Michelle, tells me how good your new husband is in bed!" I answered defiantly. More silence, then she went ballistic. "You dirty f**ker! How dare you say something like that about Richard, here's more of a man than you'll ever be! And yes - his nickname is 'Dick' - that's cos he's hung like a horse - not like you - stumpy!" She was really furious now. "Talking of which, where's this hard-on I ordered you to get... huh?" She checked out my groin again. Furiously, she undid my belt, unzipped me and peeled my pants down as far as she could, exposing my underwear. There was the usual bulge, but nothing protruding. "Not good enough!" she scorned me, "Perhaps we need more extreme measures..." She slowly left the gun down on a nearby table, and straddled her legs either side of me again. She looked down at me as she retrieved the lollipop, and while she licked, she pondered her next move.... Then, sitting down on me, she started grinding her cotton clad pussy into my groin. "Maybe this will help, god only knows you need it..." she goaded me. Her skirt tickled my belly with her movements, as she dry humped me. The head of my cock started to poke out from beneath my pants. "Please Mister Prockett, I've got an itch in my panties, I get it every time you're near my desk!" she whispered into my ear, in her best 'little girl' voice. "Mmmmm.... I dreamt about you last night Sir," she went on.... "Dreamt you were holding me and touching me and feeling me up my skirt, behind the bike sheds..." Her voice sounded so innocent and sexy, it was hard to ignore. "Show me how grown-up's kiss Sir, show me...." Michelle kissed me gently on the mouth, and her tongue probed between my lips. She licked at the lollipop, and then licked at me. Then she put the lollipop at the entrance my mouth, and licked at everything. I tried to resist, but soon my tongue was meeting hers as she penetrated and danced wildly in my mouth - she moaned all the while like a young girl, whispering sweet nothings at me. Soon, something really started to stir in my loins, and the longer this went on, the hotter I was getting.... Then she broke off and slowly slid down my body, until she was kneeling on the foor between my legs. She grabbed my cock and pulled it free of my underwear. "Oooooh Sir... it's so big!" she exclaimed, sucking on the lollipop at the same time. Fluttering her eyelids all the while, she looked at me with a devilish grin, and then held the lollipop against the swollen end of my cock and rubbed them together, into a big sticky mess. Then she licked back and forth between both, pulling my foreskin back to reveal my purple bell-end. She licked all over it, savouring my taste. "Mmmmmm... pre-cum, my favourite!" she announced, discarding the lollipop. Then taking me into her mouth, she began sucking... and sucking... and sucking... for what seemed an eternity.... "Ooooh Sir... it's so big you're nearly choking me..." she broke off to tell me - then licked and sucked and flicked her tongue all over me again, jerking me off with her hand at the same time. She sucked so hard my skin was red raw. As her head bobbed up and down, the ends of her pigtails danced on my belly. I ached to reach out and grab one in each hand and f**k her sweet little mouth 'til I creamed right down her throat - but she broke off again. "Show me what else grown-ups do..." she said, getting to her feet. She slowly eased her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. She held them to my nose, and rubbed them all over my face... Straddling me again, she grabbed my cock and rubbed it up and down her bare pussy lips. "No-one ever needs to know Sir, I promise I won't tell," she said, with a sly little grin. I tried with all my might, but it was no good - this was really giving me the hots. My manhood was by now as hard as a rock. "I've never had a real man's cock before, please Sir, take me - take my virginity, I want you so much...." She stirred the end my cock around the entrance to her pussy, waiting for a reaction. "Admit those dirty little bitches at school turn you on....Admit it!" she demanded. This was too much, my willpower collapsed. "Okay, I admit it, the... dirty little bitches... turn me on," I answered feebly. She smirked a 'I knew it all along' type of grin. "You dirty old man, you f**king ba**ard! " she taunted me, teasing my cock all the while. Michelle did this until she could take no more herself, then slapped my face hard as she sat down and sheathed my cock in one go. She started riding me, her hands around the base of my neck, her tongue lapping in my mouth, her pussy grinding hard against me, my cock buried so deep inside her. I felt the walls of her pussy contract, as her approaching orgasm neared. "Please Sir.... knock me up... put me up the duff!" she begged, her breath ragged, fucking me faster and faster as her orgasm built. "Give me all your cream!" she moaned, before a wave of pleasure overtook her and blasted her all the way there and back again. Her whole body shook like a ragdoll... That was it for me - my resistance was totalled - my balls swelled up to bursting point - time stood still momentarily - before I rocket launched my hot jizz straight towards her womb in one earth shattering spasm after another, splattering the walls of her pussy with my cum. She ground and humped her pubic bone hard against me, milking me for all I was worth, as she drained my balls completely. It seemed like forever before we both were spent. "Mmmmmm...... that was fun," purred Michelle. "Yep, indeed it was," I replied. "Same time next week?" she asked. "Well, until you've paid all your back alimony, you owe me... That means you have to keep me happy!" I nodded in agreement. God only knows what she'll dream up next.... Dangerous Situation It certainly was a surprise to answer the knock on my door, open it and find a gun pointed at me. Wearing nothing but a pair of boxer style shorts, a man in that position feels very vulnerable. Charles stood there, and I could see his eyes were red and he was upset. More than upset, it was closer to rage. I even knew what kind of gun it was, I had sold it to Charles about two years before. It was a .38 Smith & Wesson, one of those designed to fit in a holster and be concealed. It had a very short barrel on it, I didn't really like that handgun much. Charles had gone to all the trouble of taking the tests, gotten his permit. He carried a similar .38 himself, his was gunmetal blue and the one I sold him was stainless. That latter was the one Charles had in his hand. His wife Alice had also gone with him to get her permit, too. The pistol was for her, it fit in her purse that had a small compartment to hold it. Charles was a bud, we did a lot of things together so I saw them quite a bit. He was on the short side, maybe 5'5" and around 150 pounds, not a large man by any stretch. I am a large man, 6 feet tall and around 220, a bit of a belly but not much, mostly just big. Alice? A soft and sweet slender woman, on the shy side most of the time, at least in public. Charles rather obviously ran their home, a few times when we were out he gave Alice what sounded like orders rather than requests. There were quite a few of those little moments, Charles was often harsh with Alice. She always seemed to instantly obey. Not that huge of a deal but noticeable. When not in public, Alice was completely different, something I now knew very well since that moment when I opened the door, Alice was in my bedroom. So of course I knew exactly why Charles was here, and in retrospect, I really can't blame him. "Charles? What?" I managed to get out but he didn't answer. He just pulled the trigger. Anyone who has never heard a snub nosed .38 pistol go off inside a building might not understand. That is loud, very loud! Charles was only about three feet away from me. He stood there looking at me, perhaps surprised that he actually did pull the trigger, perhaps even more surprised that for about two seconds I just stood there in shock. Then I was moving. The right way would have been directly at him but the truth is that instinct causes a person to move away, the hands come up with a mind of their own for protection. Charge a gun, run from a knife, the standard advise when threatened. Of course that goes right out the window when it happens. I was heading for something to get behind, get away from him when the second shot filled the room with sound. That one missed me also, and so did the third one since I was now moving sideways trying to get behind the couch. Thinking about that later, getting behind the couch was not going to do me one hell of a lot of good. Just as I turned to look back at him, I saw his left hand come up to help steady the pistol, he wasn't planning to miss this time. "What? Oh my God, Charles, NO!" I heard Alice scream. She was standing in the hallway having just stepped out of the bedroom. All she had on was a thong. That probably saved my life, Charles turned and fired at her. She stood there wide eyed, paralyzed in fear. At barely 110 pounds, Alice was not much of a target. A painting I had hanging from the wall beside the hallway came crashing to the floor. Alice's hand was coming up to her mouth when I felt the fifth shot burn my side. That was five, I can count. The gun was empty. I turned and went at him. Charles was reaching into his pocket when I bowled him over backwards, fresh shells flew through the air and he went down. I hit him twice, nothing at all gentle about either one, and he quit struggling. I walked over and picked up the little pistol, went back inside. "Are you all right?" I asked Alice, she was still standing there in shock. I looked her over, not a mark. One round had hit the picture frame, Charles had missed her by a good foot. I held her for a moment, she was shaking. Then I heard Charles groan outside, I went and got some twine and tied his hands behind his back. Then I tied his feet together plus tied his hands to his feet. Alice went back into the bedroom, tugged on her slacks and blouse. "What are we going to do?" She asked me, still trembling. "We have to call 911." I told her. I headed for the phone but then I heard the sirens in the distance. It seemed one of my neighbors beat me to it. I called anyway, told them we had an intruder that was armed and I had disarmed him. "The pistol is empty and I have him tied up." I told dispatch, hoping that the cops would not come through the door firing. "We have that call sir, and police are on the way. Please stay on the line." I hung up, went and sat down to wait. I put both hands palms down on the armrest of my chair. +++ For a few hours there appeared to be cops everywhere. After we explained, and they looked around and found the bullet holes, they handcuffed Charles and hauled him away. When one of them looked at me, then at Alice after finding out that Alice was Charles's wife, I saw disgust in his expression. They knew, of course. Proably they have seen similar situations many times. I did get some other not very friendly looks. Alice sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap. One of them asked me where I had been hit and I showed him, it was a red streak down my side, still bleeding rather furiously. "Better get that looked at. It appears you two are just plain lucky." He told me. "Usually we are hauling off dead people when someone is messing around with someone else's wife." He added scornfully. I am sure I got somewhat shame faced at that. "I don't blame the guy for shooting this son of a bitch!" I heard one of them say to the other as they were leaving. I felt myself blush even more furiously at that comment, they were right I guess. What was a fun illicit interlude had just become a complete mess. Very close to a tragedy, and now nothing was ever going to be the same. +++ Over the next couple of days it was one detective and then another, they kept asking Alice questions also. Charles was hauled in for a bail hearing, he blurted out to the Judge that the moment he got out he was going to go find another gun and finish the job. Of course that got him dumped right back into a jail cell. Alice had no trouble at all in getting a restraining order. She moved to a motel just in case though. She did tell me where but I didn't dare go over there. The cops would not give her the gun back, it was evidence. That was also the end of what had been a very wild and crazy affair. I most certainly knew better, but Alice as it turned out was darned hard to resist. +++ Charles and I had known each other for mybe 5 or 6 years. His wife Alice was a delightful little thing to look at, she might have weighed 110 pounds if she was wet. She always had a smile on her face, we all double dated quite a bit, in my case it was whoever I was seeing at the time. I think it all started at a beach party, we had a couple of tents and it was a nice time. The weather was balmy, staying close to 65 degrees even at night. My date was a tall well built gal named Shelly. The first thing she did was peel off her top which got the attention of Charles very quickly. It was clear he liked looking at Shelly's bare titties. Then he leaned over and whispered something to Alice, her face turned bright red. Alice soon hesitantly followed suit, that was a kick because I had known them for a long time but never saw her boobs before. She blushed at first and tried to hide them but Shelly was so relaxed and blatant about it that soon Alice relaxed also. Charles was looking flustered. There was Shelly lying on her back, her big boobs bare to the Sun and anyone who cared to look, then his wife Alice did the same thing. It was clear that Shelly was used to it and also clear that Alice was not, her snug little breasts were white as snow. Later on, Shelly sat up and saw that Alice was turning red, so she picked up some lotion and rubbed it on her. That was fun to watch, Shelly appeared to be enjoying the hell out of that. Charles was leaning forward like what she was doing had him going. Then as Charles and I sat there, both of us fairly well fussed up, Shelly stood up and peeled off her suit bottoms. "I don't want to get them wet, I want to wear that later." She informed no one in particular. Her pubes were bare, a soft sweet curve with just the tip of her clitoris peering out. Nothing at all was hidden and Charles damn near came in his trunks at that. Then he leaned down and whispered something to Alice again, she looked at me and shook her head. He said something else and seemed more firm about it, her face turned bright red. Finally after more encouragement, Alice got up and not looking at me, she pulled down her own suit bottoms. I knew then that she was a natural blond, there was no doubt about that at all. Off she went, running, to join Shelly in the water. They were holding hands when they came back. Shelly flopped down on her back, turned herself to face the Sun. "Hey guys, put your tongues away, I just need to tan down there." She smiled at us, then lay back with her eyes closed. The way she lay there caused her vagina to open slightly, Shelly knew that of course. Alice lay down beside her on the blanket, she had her legs snugly together. As time went on and she became more confident her legs began to open more and more. Charles was staring, sneaking glances at me, then back. I just did my best to act like this was the most perfectly normal thing in the world. I saw Alice sneak some looks at me through slitted eyes, then finally her legs were as widespread as Shelly's were. I even saw a bead of moisture form and slowly slide down her pussy lips, that was hot! Later, Shelly and I retired to our tent and I took out my day's buildup on her. One thing about Shelly, she is loud. I assumed Charles and Alice were doing the same thing but I never heard anything. At one point I needed to take a leak so I got up and went over the some nearby bushes. I didn't bother to tug on my trunks, the full moon was out but it was still a bit dark. I did see the flap on their tent moving as I walked back to ours so I assumed Alice was taking a peek. That was a turnon also, Shelly and I went at it rather energetically again. The next morning I woke up early like I always do, tugged on my trunks and a T-shirt. Alice was already out there, she had some coffee on and was sipping a cup. I could see that all she had on was a white T-shirt, she was sitting on a big log we had rolled up to make a place to sit. She shoved the hem of her T-shirt snugly between her legs when she saw me coming out. "I hope we didn't embarrass you yesterday." She smiled, pouring me a cup. "What? Oh, no, of course not. We are all friends, and besides, you are beautiful." I told her. "Oh. Do you really think so?" She asked, one hand reaching up to flip her hair back. "Yes, I do. I like the way you look, so nice and slender and not concerned about your body. It's great to be able to be relaxed about sexuality." I wasn't trying to put the make on her with the compliments, I was just talking. "I just never..not right out in the open in front of another guy." She said. "Really? Well, what do you think? Did it bother you?" I asked. "No. It made me..sort of..horny." Then she giggled. "I could see that you liked to look at me." She smiled. "Yes, I did." I smiled right back. "I saw you last night, when you went out to...?" "Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." "It's OK, I liked that too." She grinned. I had no real idea how to respond so I just took a sip of the Coffee. "Does it stay like that or does it get even bigger? I mean, Charles is only about.." She held up two fingers about three inches apart. "But it grows to about twice that, so I was wondering if you did too?" "Yes, I guess I do." I answered truthfully. I am not really huge but I am almost right at 8 inches if my girl friend of the moment makes any effort at all. "Really? God, I just can't imagine..." "Would you like to see?" I asked her. I have no idea why I said that, the conversation was getting pretty sexy and that just popped out. "Yes. I would." She said in a tiny voice. I stood up, tugged down my trunks, reached down and stroked myself a few times. That was crazily sexy, I had to clench my butt cheeks some to keep from just going off. Alice stared. Her mouth dropped open, her breath changed to short gasps. Finally I put myself away, she was looking down now. "I've never..." Then she jumped up and went inside their tent. For a brief period I worried that she might say something to Charles but when he came out everything was normal. By the middle of the day we broke camp and headed home. I think that day was the start of the troubles. +++ It was a few months before that, I had sold Charles my little pistol. I had purchased an automatic for myself, a bigger grip meant it fit my hand far better. He paid me almost the full new price I had paid for it, I thought that was a good deal. I even took them out to a place I know, set up a paper plate for a target. At 15 yards, Alice never hit it at all and neither did Charles. I did get 2 out of 5 into the paper plate but the little weapon was small for my large hands so I had trouble being accurate myself. I whipped out my automatic and put five out of six rounds in the 3 inch dark circle I made with a magic marker pen. "Well, hopefully you will never have to use it, and if you do you will probably be so close you can't miss." I told them. I then forgot all about that. A few weeks later I had just gotten out of the shower, it was perhaps 8 in the morning and I was on swing shift at my job. Someone knocked on my door, I wrapped the towel around my waist and answered it. There stood Alice. "Can I come in?" She asked. "I'm..uhhh..not dressed." "That's OK, I have already seen you." She smiled. Alice looked different, maybe more stubborn, or determined? I don't know for sure. I opened the door further and in she came. She turned and looked at me, all I could think of was that the towel was all there was and my wet hair was messed up. "I want...I want to ask you if...I guess I want to know if you will make love to me." No beating around the bush, the words came out quickly. "What? I can't. Charles..." "Charles will never find out, but he is the only man I ever...I have to know!" I just stared at her. "I don't understand." I said, after several long seconds. "Charles is..he goes way too fast so I have never really felt much." Again her face took on that stubborn expression. "Please?" She asked. "Why me? You are so pretty, any man would love to...?" "I know you and I trust you. Plus I heard you and Shelly. Please?" She asked again. Lord help me, I reached for her. When my hands slid underneath the simple blouse she wore to touch her braless breasts, I felt the towel come undone and slide to the floor. Two tiny hands reached down and grasped me, Alice let out a sigh. "Just this once, then you will know." I told her. "OK." She said. That did not turn out to be the truth. +++ Depending on the shift, Alice was in my bed almost every day. Her pussy was so tight and she had no idea of what to do, it took me nearly 20 minutes before she suddenly relaxed and I was inside of her. That first time was incredible, I had been with a lot of women but she was crazily eager, at first she lay there and allowed but as the first waves flooded over her, her hips began to mash upwards by themselves. Later that same first time she was on top, her belly turned bright red and her nipples became tiny little bullets. The first few times I wanted it to end, Charles was a friend and here I was doing him wrong and I knew it. I did suffer periods where I planned on breaking things off, but then she would be there and that became forgotten. Next I was in love with her and wanted her for myself. I am not sure when that happened, it all just seemed to grow on me. That was even more crazy, but I did tell her I loved her. I had already forgotten other women, I had no interest in them. That last time, the day of all the trouble, she told me that she loved me too. She hadn't planned on that, it just happened. Alice was in the middle of telling me that she wanted to leave Charles, give it some time to settle down because Charles took streaks of being angry and sometimes scared her. I had seen that in him some but never thought about it. Right in the middle of making the plans, there came that knock on the door. How he missed me from three feet away I do not know. I did find the bullet hole through the leg of my boxers, so I know what he was aiming at. +++ It was quite a scandal, it all even made the papers. Both Alice and I suffered comments and people looking down on us. Several months went by, Charles was finally released with a warning to stay completely away from both me and his wife. I had quit seeing Alice myself, although we did talk on the phone. In fact, I applied for and got a relocation, to a factory they were building in Arkansas, so I left Washington and moved there. I did call Alice and tell her, she was crying on the phone when I finally hung up. I guess the only thing I can say is I felt like crap about myself. I was losing weight and not dating at all. Everything I owned in the world fit into one truck, I drove to my new job. The house I rented was comfortable and private. I never heard the outcome of the trial until much later, without my testimony perhaps Charles got off easier. If any subpeonas were issued they were never served on me, while I know I could be found, I left no forwarding address and I doubted they would look very hard. +++ Six long months went by, six long and terrible lonely months. Then I was out in my yard, working on the small lawn with an old push mower I had bought at a 2nd hand store when a taxi pulled up. A small dark haired woman got out, paid the driver and retrieved a suitcase out of the truck. She set it on the curb, looked up at me. Long dark hair, sunglasses, something familiar? Then it hit me! Alice! We ran at each other, ended up falling to the lawn, kissing furiously. +++ Now it is three years later, Alice and I are married. We do have one baby girl and another child on the way. There are alarms on the doors and windows, and we watch traffic. Behind every door a firearm is leaned up against the wall, my automatic rests on the head board of our bed. Alice told me that the last thing her former husband said to her was that one day he would show up and finish the job. She also told me Charles got three years, the charge was reduced from attempted murder to assault. He would probably be out long before that. She also told me she was sure he meant it, too. I tend to agree. She did ask him for nothing and that was exactly what she got. In her purse was $8.00, and her suitcase with some clothes the day she stepped out of that taxi. She tracked me down through my work, that was not hard at all. Of course if she could, so can Charles. So far though, no sign at all. Would Charles actually go so far as to come after us again? Yes, I think he just might. Other than all of that, Alice and I are happy. We go on weekends to a nearby firing range, Alice now hits a six inch circle about 90% of the time. Dangerous Situation Some things do have a consequence, taking a man's wife away from him can be a dangerous thing to do. I did that, so I guess I am guilty as charged. Alice and I are in love, mostly happy. But we look closely at every strange vehicle, sometimes we lie awake at night, listening. We both know why but we don't talk about it much, not really. Maybe it will always be hanging over our heads. Dangerous Surprise She knew that his fantasy had always been to be dominated by a woman, a stranger. He wanted to be kidnapped, blindfolded, given the sensation of "threat" and sucked and fucked until he screamed. She'd been planning this for quite some time. She'd always been the "bottom", the submissive. But for once, she was going to show him that a woman could be tough. She'd snuck out and had a key to his apartment duplicated, so she could get in without breaking in. She also knew he worked late on Wednesdays. So that left the "scene." She dressed in all black - black miniskirt, no bra, see-through top, and completed it with a mask. She made sure the apartment was dark, and even bought a toy cap gun - to add to the illusion. He'd been working hard all day. These 12-hour Wednesdays were no treat. All he wanted was to settle down with dinner, coffee and some television before he went to bed. He came home, unlocked the door, checked the mail that had been tossed through the slot, and threw his keys on the end table, taking a moment to pet the cat that came bounding toward him with a large "meow." He took off his shoes and tie, started to unbutton his shirt and headed toward the bedroom to change. When he walked in and went to flick the switch, nothing happened. "Damn," he said out loud. Ah well. He'd change in the dark. Wouldn't be the first time. As he stepped toward his dresser, there was suddenly an arm around his neck, and the sensation of cold metal at his temple. "Don't fucking move," he heard the person whisper. His heart was beating fast. "I'm not moving - take whatever you want," he stuttered. "Tie this around your eyes," he heard and was handed a length of black cotton cloth. He tied it and heard another whisper of "tighter" - so he tied it as tightly as he could. "Hands on your head," he heard and folded his hands atop his head. The person dragged him over to the bed and sat him down. He could smell lavender - and suddenly realized that the person assaulting him was a woman! "Lie down," he heard in a deep, husky voice. He laid back on the bed and felt his hands being locked into cuffs, one by one. As he realized what might happen, he felt the erection growing between his legs and pressed his hips upward. Once again, he felt the cold metal, but this time against his neck. "Did I tell you to fucking move?" she asked. "No ma'am, sorry ma'am." He replied. She unbuttoned his shirt and ran fingernails down his chest. He sucked in a breath and exhaled slowly. "Now," she said, "I'm going to have some fun. And you're going to do EXACTLY what I say, got it?" "Yes ma'am!" he replied - perhaps a bit too excitedly. He felt his pants being undone and slid off of his legs. His erection sprang free out of his boxer shorts. "Mmmmmm, what have we got here?" his attacker asked, as he felt her fingertips caress the wetness that was already coming out of the tip of his cock. He moaned and turned his head side to side as he felt her stroke the wetness up and down the length of his cock. "Ah, ah ah," she said. "Not yet. You still have to satisfy ME first." He felt her legs on either side of his chest and felt the wetness of her pussy slide up his chest. She straddled his shoulders, held the gun to his head and said, "Now, lick my pussy - make me cum, and MAYBE, I'll let you live. Maybe I'll even let you fuck me." He felt her cunt slide across his lips and opened his mouth to lick her gently. He felt her shudder as he ran his tongue up and down her slit. Tasting her sweetness. He ran his tongue in small circles around her clit and heard her moan. "Suck my clit," she demanded, pressing the metal into his temple for effect. He took her clit between his lips and hummed against it as he sucked, feeling it swell in his mouth. His face was covered in her juices as she ground her pussy on his face. "Mmmmmmm yes, that's it, lick my pussy," she said "Make me cum into your mouth." He lapped at her clit, fucked her with his tongue, laved her sweet cunt with wet kisses until he felt her getting hot and swollen. "God yes! Lick my pussy!" she screamed as she grabbed his hair, came, and smothered his face with her pussy, dripping juice on his lips and into his mouth." He felt her shudder against him, and flicked his tongue across her clit. She gasped and pulled away from him. "I'll be back," she said. "Don't move a fucking muscle while I'm gone." He heard her footsteps out the door and laid there in the dark. His cock was painfully swollen with the desire for release. He couldn't move. Couldn't touch himself, couldn't press against anything. He laid there for what felt like forever, when suddenly, he felt the warm wetness of a mouth around the head of his cock. He jumped and gasped, and heard a chuckle. "Did you miss me while I was gone? It looks like you did," she asked, stroking his cock firmly, squeezing wetness out of the tip and then licking it softly. He moaned and pressed his hips upward. She pulled away "Did I say you could move??," she whispered angrily, and he heard the sound of a gun being cocked. Fear and adrenaline rushed over him as he realized that he might not survive this game. "No ma'am! I'm sorry ma'am!" he sputtered as he tried to calm his breathing and press himself into the bed. He heard her chuckle softly and say "that's better." He felt the cold metal of the gun being glided along the skin of his belly and thighs as her warm mouth wrapped around his cock. His breath quickened and he tried to relax and not press his cock between her wet, inviting lips. He moaned and breathed deeply. She began to suck his cock slowly, long strokes, rolling her tongue around the head and down the length of it. He felt cold metal against the skin and realized that her tongue must be pierced! The sensation of her hot mouth stroking his cock and the smooth metal nearly pushed him over the edge. "Please, please fuck me," he begged. "Well, since you begged so sweetly," she said, as he felt her legs straddle his thighs. "I think I'll let you fuck me. He felt her pussy lips rub against his erection and moaned. "BUT," she said, as he felt the barrel of the gun against his neck, "you don't cum until I SAY you cum. Got it?" He breathed deeply and whispered "Yes ma'am," praying that he could hold off his orgasm until she was ready. He felt her hand glide the head of his cock back and forth across her slit, wetting the head of it with her slick pussy. "Mmmmmmm yes. I think you warmed me up nicely," she moaned, and thrust his cock all the way into her tight cunt. She gasped and ground herself onto him. Rubbing her clit against his pelvis, she leaned forward until he felt skin on his lips. "Suck my nipples," she demanded, and he opened his mouth and took her already hard nipple between his lips, sucked it and flicked his tongue around it. She moaned and whispered "Bite it - bite my nipple," and he felt her hand in his hair, pulling him toward her breast. He licked and bit and sucked as hard as he could while she rode his cock in hard, deep thrusts, grinding her cunt against him. He felt her muscles contract around his cock as she cried out and drenched his cock and hips in her cum. She leaned against him, breasts pressed onto his chest. He felt her kiss him and flick her tongue across his lips. Then he heard her whisper, "I'm not done yet, keep it up, boy." She laughed and he felt her sit up, press her hand with the gun to his chest and began to ride him, HARD. Pulling his cock out of her until just the head grazed her lips and then thrusting deeply. The sensation was unbearable - he felt like his cock was going to explode. "Please!" he gasped. "Please, let me cum or stop, please, please!" He heard her laugh and moan as she began to thrust harder onto him. He felt her hot pussy contract around him as she screamed her orgasm. It was too much. He cried out as he poured his cum into her, thrusting his hips toward her, and feeling her cunt contract around his cock, pulling every last drop out of him. After the orgasm subsided, he realized that she hadn't yet told him to cum. He panicked as he felt the gun barrel against his neck. He heard a chuckle as she leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Tsk., tsk, Charles. You really must learn to control yourself." She pulled off the blindfold and he looked up into the eyes of his long-time friend, Nina and gasped. "YOU?!?!" he gasped, "I would have never guessed!" As she laughed and taunted him about the night they stayed up till 5 a.m. swapping stories, he realized that they'd both shared their darkest fantasies. And here she was, fulfilling his. As she chuckled and unlocked the handcuffs, she smiled at him, winked and said "Be careful what you ask for, Charlie, you just might get it.