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Power Trip

By: Whinston



This is my first entry to the site and the feed back I get will determine whether I decide to submit anymore of my stories. These are all fictional and all characters have been made up. Well, that said, here goes…

He was back for summer break after his first year at Uni. He was a little disappointed as he expected to get laid at least once. He was still a virgin. He used to put his bad luck down to his weight, but now he didn’t look too bad. He was 5 ft 8, slim but muscular with short scruffy blonde hair.

“Oh hello Brent!” 

Brent looked up the stairs. It was his older sister. She was 3 years older than Brent, and very attractive. All of Brent’s friends fancied her. She was 5 ft 3 with shoulder length hazel hair and vivid green eyes, a change from the normal blue that ran through the family.

“Hi ya Celeste.” Replied Brent. He wasn’t going to look forward to this summer. None of his friends from Uni lived remotely close, so he would have to spend the whole of the summer at home alone with his sister. His sister he could handle, but it was all the dickheads she brought back to fuck that really got on his nerves.

“So, how was Uni? Full of young free women?” Celeste smiled

“Yeah, something like that” Brent brushed past her on his way up to his room. “See ya later, I’m just gonna go unpack.” With that he walked into his room and closed the door. After about half an hour he heard the doorbell ring.

“I’ve got it!!” yelled Celeste. Brent heard a male voice then a knock came at the door. “Dick’s just come round to use the pool for a while. Mum and Dad won’t mind they’ll be gone for the week on their business trip probably.

“Sure whatever, why are you telling me?”

“We may need a little…private time…” Celeste winked at her younger brother. Brent knew full well that she and dick were going to have sex so he just shrugged and closed his door. Brent looked out of his window to see if he could see Dick. Sure enough, he was just like the others, big tall and thick as two short planks. Brent watched Dick take a couple of laps of their pool wondering why the jerks always got the fit girls. He heard footsteps on the decking next to the pool. It was his sister. Brent continued to watch as Dick got out of the pool and walked over to Celeste. From his room Brent could see the back of his sisters robe. Dick slid his hands under Celeste’s robe and pulled her into him. They started kissing growing more passionate by the second. Brent watched as Celeste’s hands slide down to grab Dick’s arse. Dick responded by lifting her robe off her shoulders and letting it drop to the ground. Brent got a shock and gasped. He was expecting her to be wearing a bikini, but she was totally naked! His eyes dropped to his sister’s butt. It was small, round and tight. As he stared he felt a stirring in his trousers. He continued to watch as Celeste knelt down in front of Dick. She pulled off his Speedo’s and started stroking his growing cock. Brent watched in amazement as Dick’s cock grew to a thick 7 inches, and as Celeste started to lick it he felt his cock grow too. Celeste started at the tip and slowly started sucking Dick until all 7 inches were in her hot mouth. She started slurping, sucking him for all she was worth. As Brent watched he couldn’t help but start to stroke his hardening cock. 

After a few minutes Brent heard Dick moaning then shouting “Oh god yeah, that’s it!! I’m cuming I’m cuming!!” Celeste pulled her head away and Dick sprayed her face with his warm sticky cum. 

“Cheers babe, that was great, but I’ve gotta go now…” Dick said pulling on his clothes.

“What!?!” Celeste shouted grabbing him. Dick just shrugged her off.

“Look babe you were good don’t worry. How bout same time tomorrow?”

“Piss off you jerk!! If you don’t make me come right now I’ll never suck you off again!!” Celeste exploded.

“Look my mates said you were easy and that you gave good head. That’s all I wanted love.”  Celeste screamed at him as he walked off. She looked up and saw Brent standing in his window looking down. “Brent, come down here now!”

Brent was shocked, he put his cock back into his trousers and went outside to the pool. Celeste was already lying on a lounger naked. It was the first time he’d seen her naked. She was slim and very attractive, with D-cup breasts that stood up firmly on her chest. Her nipples were small and round. Brent felt the stir in his trousers again.

“I suppose you saw all of that then?” Celeste asked harshly looking up at her younger brother.

“Pretty much, yeah” He replied. “Pissed off that you found a guy you can’t control then?” He smirked.

“There is no such thing!” She snapped back. “He’ll be back!”

“You can’t get every guy to sleep with you, you know.”

“Is that a challenge dear brother?” Celeste asked standing up. Brent stepped back a little. “I bet I can get you to sleep with me.”

“No way!!” Shouted Brent

“C’mon, would it be so bad?” She smiled tracing her fingers up and down his T-shirt.

“You’re my sister” He stammered.

“I won’t tell if you don’t” Celeste said taking one step closer. “But if you can resist me prove it” She smiled again.

“H…how?”

Take off your clothes. If you don’t fuck me by the end of the day, we’ll say you’ve won, and I’ll let it drop. If you do crack and fuck me, you have to fuck me on demand whenever I want it!!” Brent stopped to think. He knew his sister would never let it go until he proved himself so he slowly got undressed.

Celeste watched in fascination as the brother she once knew as a fat little kid undressed in front of her, showing off his slim muscular body. She felt herself becoming a little wet. 

“so, are you still a virgin?” She asked. Brent just nodded, he was concentrating on something else to take his mind off the fact that he was standing naked in front of his hot sister. He was starting to doubt if he could last the rest of the day.

Celeste started stroking her fingers up and down Brent’s bare chest, getting closer and closer. She stood right up to him and planted a kiss on his cheek. Then one on his neck, the lower and lower until she was sucking at his nipples. Brent had his eyes closed. He knew he shouldn’t be enjoying this, but it felt soo good. He let out a little moan.

Celeste knelt down in front of him and started licking his balls, sucking them into her hot, wet, mouth. Brent lost all control and his cock sprang up. 

“Oh my god, I didn’t expect it to be so big!!” She gasped. He was 8 inches long and quite thick. Celeste licked up and down her brothers throbbing shaft before circling the bell end with her tongue. Then slowly she slipped her brother’s cock into he warm, wet mouth.

“Oh god….” Moaned Brent. Celeste smiled to herself. She started to take him deeper and deeper, sucking all 8 inches deep into her throat. She pumped her head up and down her brother’s cock and squeezed his balls at the same time. Brent started moaning louder, his legs starting to tremble. Celeste knew he was about to explode and pulled away, gripping the base of his cock. Happy that his orgasm was halted she stood up. Brent had a disappointed look on his face.

“If you want to make me make you cum, you’re gonna have to fuck me!” She smiled at her younger brother. She could see the pained expression on his face as he decided what to do.

All he wanted was to grab this gorgeous woman and fuck her till he came, but it was his sister. He managed to stumble out a few words,

“We can’t…” 

Celeste grew angry. She had already sucked two guys today, she just wanted to come with a big cock inside her, and right now she was willing to do anything to get it. She pulled Brent into her and kissed him. She sent her tongue into his mouth. Brent couldn’t resist and returned the kiss. The feel of his sisters firm large breasts pressing into his chest was too much. Celeste could feel Brent’s huge erection pressing into her stomach. As they kissed she slid her hands down his body and grabbed it. She started squeezing and stroking it. Brent’s mind was working over time. He wanted this soo badly, but it was his older sister.

He summoned all his resistive strength and pushed Celeste away.

“We can’t” 

Celeste noticed that he seemed less sure of his decision than before. She grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down onto the lounger. As he lay there she straddled his waist.

“Fine let just sit here for a while” she smiled wickedly. Brent could feel his sister’s warm wet cunt rubbing into his waist and his cock began to throb. Celeste leant forward, here large tits swaying right in front of his face. Her hard nipples stood out and brushed his nose.

“Oh, sorry” she lied. She continued to lean over her brother enjoying the look of pain on his face as he tried to resist. Brent decided that he couldn’t hold out any longer and grabbed his sister’s waist as he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked long and hard switching nipples, trying to get as much of those beautiful breasts into his mouth as he could. It was Celeste’s turn to moan as her little brother licked and sucked her tits. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter and she slid her body back until Brent’s large penis was pressing up her crack.

Brent seemed to realise what was going on at this and immediately pushed his sister up off him.

“I shouldn’t have done that..” 

“Oh you should!” panted Celeste. She could sense Brent was weakening and decided to continue. She turned around so her head was above his cock and started licking it again. She swung her leg over, lowering her hot wet cunt onto her brother’s face. Brent moaned as his sister started to suck him again. Her cunt crept closer and closer to his face. He could feel the heat and wanted to taste it soo bad. Convincing himself it wasn’t sex, he grabbed his sister’s butt and forced her cunt into his open mouth.

As she sucked him off, Brent licked up and down his sister’s pussy, pressing his tongue further in each time. After a few seconds his mouth and face were dripping with his sister’s juices. He continued to lick and suck his sister. He heard her gasp, and she stopped blowing him as he started to suck and lick her erect clit. As he did this he slipped a finger up her tight wet hole. Celeste was on the verge of orgasm, she couldn’t believe how good her younger brother was at sucking cunt. She went back to sucking him off, but after a few minutes she had to stop. She was gasping and shaking. Brent continued to suck and finger his sister until she screamed out flooding his face with her warm cum. He lapped it up happily enjoying the taste. Celeste collapsed on her brother. She felt hornier than ever and turned around again to face her brother. Brent had a huge grin on his face. He tried to get up, thinking he’d won, but Celeste pushed him back down.

“No way, not now!!” She shouted. She started wanking her brother off furiously. Brent couldn’t help it, it felt too good to stop her, he lay back down. Celeste straddled him lowering her hot wet cunt over her brother’s large erection. They both gasped as brother penetrated sister. Brent couldn’t believe he was fucking his sister, and Celeste couldn’t believe how good her younger brother felt inside her, stretching her pussy with his fat cock. She started riding him for all he was worth. Brent grabbed his sister’s hips as they fucked harder and harder. Celeste started shouting,

“Fuck yeah, Fuck me deep brother, make ur sister cum!!!”

This was too much for Brent, but he held off long enough to feel his sister’s cum flooding over his cock and waist as she came again. Just then he blew his load deep into his sisters cunt. She screamed again as he filled he to the brim, he kept cumming and cumming until it started to trickle out.

“Told you..” Celeste panted. Brent was annoyed he couldn’t resist his sister, but he did enjoy fucking her, and now he would have to do it whenever she wanted. He was hers, and he didn’t mind…

Power Trip



Suzanne stepped out of the shower and walked over to the fogged mirror and wiped it clean with her plush towel. She looked deep into her own eyes as she wrapped her long natural blonde hair up. Suzanne grabbed another towel to dry off. She patted herself down in the mirror. She moved closer to the mirror and stared into her own blue eyes. For some reason they looked more blue tonight. Her eyes moved down to her thin pink lips as she puckered them in a kissing fashion.  She was dry now; she dropped the towel to the floor and stepped back to see the rest of her body.  She cupped her large firm breasts in her hands.  Suzanne loved her breasts and felt like they were the best feature of her body.  Robert, her husband adored them and she felt they were the main reason he fell for her. He loved big tits and couldn’t keep his hands off her when they first met.  Now, after five years of marriage it didn’t seem like he cared for them or her body as much. Suzanne moved her hands down to her tummy and turned to the side. Her stomach was not as flat as it used to be.  At age 36 she felt it was pretty good but she promised herself that she would start going back to the gym 3 times a week like she used to.  


Suzanne eyes moved to her ass.  She thought it was big, but had a nice shape to it.  Her ass had always been firm and still was now. Some days she loved it others she didn’t. When she didn’t it was because of Robert. He had always made fun of her ass. He would call her fat ass, and ghetto butt sometimes. No matter how hard she worked out, her ass would just get firmer but not smaller.


She turned back to the mirror, and picked up her favorite scented lotion. As soon as the lotion touched her hand, the smell of strawberries filled the room. Suzanne watcher her own lips turn to a smile as she slowly smoothed the lotion all over her body. She squeezed out a little more in her hand. Then rubbed her two hands quickly together to get them hot. Suzanne smoothed the hot lotion slowly between her legs and over her pussy. She quickly took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. Her eyes opened to her nipples getting hard as her fingers pleased her clit. She watched herself slide two fingers into her moist pussy.


“God, I hope Robert is still up,” she thought to herself.


Still hearing the baseball game on the television, Suzanne was disappointed.  She had hoped to get Robert in the mood tonight because she really ached for it.  Suzanne looked at herself closely one more time in the mirror. Licked her juices off her fingers, checked herself and opened the door to the bedroom.


Suzanne looked over at Robert to see him half asleep in bed. The game was watching him more then he was watching it. She slipped in bed without him noticing. Suzanne began to stroke Robert’s chest with her French nails. She pressed her breast up against him.


“Honey the game is on,” Robert whined.


“I want you baby,” Suzanne whispered in his ear and moved her hips closer to Robert.


“Can’t we wait a few,” Robert questioned?


Suzanne was upset; again she was going to have to take control. She needed it bad tonight and she was not going to let Robert fall asleep on her again.


Suzanne moved down under the sheets. She reached into his boxers, and took his soft cock into her hands.  She heard Robert breath deep and felt him getting hard. Suzanne licked her lips, and licked the tip of Robert’s dick.


“Get it up for me honey,” Suzanne said with lust.


Suzanne opened her mouth wide and took his semi-hard cock deep into her mouth.  She began sucking him feverishly until he was hard.  It wasn’t long before Suzanne could feel that Robert was close to cumming. She stopped, glanced at Robert and saw him with his eyes closed and mouth open.


Just in the nick of time Suzanne thought to herself.  If he came now that would be it for the night. Suzanne rose up to meet Robert’s lips to kiss him. He turned his cheek to her lips.  She was disappointed again, hating the fact that he wouldn’t kiss her after she went down on him.  Suzanne still needed to feel him inside her. She turned her back to him, took his cock and slowly slid him inside her wet pussy. She could hear Robert moaning and felt his body tensing up, trying to hold back. Suzanne stayed still until she felt he was ready.





He has got to be ready by now, she thought to herself.
Suzanne started to ride Robert’s dick hard.  She was on her feet bracing herself with her hands on his legs. She could hear the sounds of her ass slapping hard against his body. Suzanne opened her eyes to see her reflection in the mirror across the room. This turned her on more, seeing Roberts cock going in and out of her.


“Shit, I’m cumming, oh yes baby,” Robert Shouted.


Suzanne fucked him harder trying to cum herself. It was to late, he was soft. Suzanne got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. When she returned Robert was dead asleep.


“Fuck,” she said in an angry whisper.


Suzanne slid into bed, turned the TV on and started flipping channels. Nothing was on this time of night. Suzanne then came to the adult pay per view channels.


“Let see what we have here,” she said with a grin on her face.


She took a quick look at Robert; he was dead to the world. Suzanne flipped through the menu of movies. All but one interracial movie was about an hour or more in progress.  She ordered the interracial one so she wouldn’t waste her money. The first thing she saw on the screen was a handsome black man delicately licking a white woman’s clit. She smiled, as her body grew warm all over.  Suzanne watched intently as the black man ate her out like he couldn’t get enough of her. Suzanne looked at the woman’s face and hard nipples. She thought, there is no way she is faking that.


“Oh yes, eat my fucking cunt,” the woman said on the screen.


“Now that’s the way to eat pussy,” Suzanne whispered to herself out loud.


Suzanne was now on top of the sheets. With her legs wide open, feet flat on the bed, and her fingers deep inside the folds of her wet pussy. The camera angle changed and for the first time she could see the black man’s beautiful cock.


“Damn!” Suzanne said to herself.


Suzanne wanted to feel something like that inside her. She quietly got up and went to her closet for her hidden stash of toys. In the old shoebox she picked the big black dildo someone had given her for her bachelorette party.


Suzanne got back to the bedroom and saw the back man slowly putting his cock into the woman’s dripping wet pussy. She could hardly wait to feel the same thing with her dildo. Suzanne took the toy into her mouth to get it wet and slowly moved it down to her pussy. Then bit by bit she pushed the big head of the black toy inside herself.  Suzanne watched the black man on the screen fuck the white woman with lust and passion. She wanted to feel what the woman on the screen felt. She fucked herself hard trying to match the black man’s thrusts. It felt so good to her, Suzanne couldn’t imagine how good the real thing must be. Suzanne looked down and could see that her toy was covered with her juices and the room now smelled of sex. She couldn’t believe that Robert was still sleep.  Suzanne continued pleasing herself with the toy at a more rapid pace. Suzanne was in her own world now as she moaned out loud and came harder than she had in a long time.


Suzanne’s body relaxed and her mind was spinning. She watched the woman suck the black man’s cock with sheer enjoyment. She was envious; she wished it were her satisfying that black man. Gratifying him the way that he pleased her. Suzanne watched him tense up with pleasure and release his seed into her mouth. Watching the woman gulp down the black man’s cock turned her on. She wondered if she could ever do that. She had never let a man cum in her mouth, no less swallow. Suzanne watched and played with herself through three more scenes of this interracial porn flick. Then went to sleep satisfied.


Steve looked at his watch, as he was entering the office. Traffic was horrible this morning and he just made it in by two minutes.  He walked down the hall and caught the eye of the “Ice Princess”, his boss Suzanne.  She was on the phone, and tapped her watch to let him know he was almost late. Of course this ticked Steve off. He knew what time it was and didn’t need her to tell him.  Steve had worked for Suzanne for about a year now.  She could be a bitch sometimes, was pretty strict with her rules, but fair. She paid way above average for her graphic designers. She hired the best people and for a small design shop, was doing something. Her company had beat out a lot of the big boys more times than not. Steve had much respect for Suzanne even though she could be cold at times.


Steve was about an hour into his work when his phone rang. It was Suzanne, and she wanted to see him in her office. Steve was immediately irritated by her summons.


“I can’t believe this woman,” Steve muttered to himself.


“Hey, Suzanne if this is about my time,” Steve said as he walked into her office.


“No, no, no, sit down. I am not worried about that,” Suzanne said lightheartedly.


Steve was almost in shock as he sat down in a chair in front of her desk. He wondered what this carefree attitude was she had today.


“I need you to come with me on a business trip, to see a client,” Suzanne said to Steve.


It was now 6:30 AM Steve was surprised that Suzanne was not at the gate yet. There flight was to leave at 7:00 AM. Steve rose out of his chair to see if she was coming down the concourse. When he looked he almost did a double take.  Suzanne looked stunning. Steve had never seen her with her long blonde hair down; it sparkled as she walked. She wore a pale yellow shaded one-button jacket over a matching short dress that was mid thigh.  As she walked closer to him, Steve felt like it was in slow motion and he loved looking at her every step of the way, as if she was on a catwalk in Paris.


Suzanne saw Steve as she approached the terminal gate. She noticed his sexy smile and smiled back at him.


“Damn that is one sexy black man,” Suzanne said to herself.


At six foot even, smooth dark skin, thick lips, long strong fingers, a fit body, and nice ass. Suzanne wondered why she had not noticed this before.


The shudder of a little turbulence awoke Steve. He opened his eyes to see Suzanne’s silky smooth long legs. He looked up to see that Suzanne was still fast asleep with her head against the window.  He was able to steal a look at Suzanne from head to toe.


“Damn,” he said to himself. Robert must be hitting that every night. Then again, she could be one of those pretty women that don’t like to put out, just like Zora, his wife.  She never felt like doing it very much.  Steve let his mind wonder about Suzanne some more and went back to sleep.


Steve waited for Suzanne in the hall after the first three-hour meeting was over. Suzanne was talking to Maria, their client in the doorway of her office.  Maria was a short and sexy Latin woman. She talked with her hands and was a very aggressive woman. She had a damn good body, and she liked to show it off.  She flirted with Steve the entire meeting. Steve didn’t have any problem with that at all. Steve questioned if Maria was talking about him. As she looked right through Suzanne while she was talking to her and eyed him up and down.


Suzanne and Steve made plans to have dinner together in a few hours as they walked out of Maria’s building.  Suzanne had explained to him she had a few things to do and she would meet him in the hotel lobby. Steve was happy for the break; he could relax and take a shower before dinner.


Suzanne and Steve had shared an amazing dinner that evening. No talk of work, just good food, sweet wine, and pleasant company. Steve let Suzanne off the elevator first. He was dieing to check out her ass again. They both had changed since the earlier meeting. Suzanne was now wearing a form fitting cherry red cotton shirtdress with buttons down the front. She had left the top three buttons open, and the fourth looked like it was about to pop because of her ample breasts. She also left the bottom two unbuttoned to show off her sexy legs. Steve wondered if she was wearing any panties, just by the way her ass moved.


“Dinner was good,” Suzanne said. “Do you want to work on some designs now or in the morning,” she asked.


“Why don’t we just start working on some ideas now,” Steve stated.


As Suzanne and Steve entered her suite, her phone began to ring. Suzanne walked over to answer it as Steve sat down on a nearby couch.  Steve could hear all of Suzanne’s conversation.  She was talking to her husband Robert. Steve watched Suzanne pace around the room while she was trying to explain to Robert why she didn’t call home right away. Steve could see how frustrated Suzanne was, and wondered how deep her frustration went.


Suzanne slammed down the phone and plopped down on the couch next to Steve.


“I am sorry you had to hear that. He can be such a pain sometimes.  When I’m at home it’s like I’m invisible. As soon as I go out, or do something without him, he wants to know what I’m doing every second I am not there.” 


“It’s very hard for me to believe that he doesn’t notice you at home. I can see why he would miss you, but I don’t know.” Steve responded with concern.


“Why do you say that,” Suzanne asked.


“You’re a very beautiful and talented woman Suzanne. He should notice that every day, you deserve better,” Steve said looking in her eyes.


“Thanks,” Suzanne said with a smile. “That means a lot to me.”


The room was silent; Steve and Suzanne were still. Steve moved closer to Suzanne and put his arm around her.


“You need a hug,” Steve asked.


“Yes,” Suzanne whispered.


Suzanne felt her body getting warm as she rested her head on Steve’s shoulder.  He smelled so good, so manly as she wrapped her arms around him tightly. She wanted so much more than a hug from Steve.  She needed to be wanted, she yearned to be wanted by a real man like Steve.


Suzanne broke the long embrace.


“Sorry,” she apologized softly. “We really need to get to work.”


“Yes we do,” Steve said as he pulled her head to his and kissed Suzanne passionately.


Suzanne kissed Steve back and held him with a tight embrace. Steve turned Suzanne’s body down onto the couch and looked in her eyes.


“Damn, you are so sexy,” Steve said softly.


Suzanne closed her eyes as Steve traced his fingers lightly over her face. She felt the warmth of Steve’s fingers as they moved down her neck and then between her breasts. Steve slid his hand down over her quivering stomach as Suzanne gasped for air as she looked into Steve’s eyes. Steve then moved his hand further down under her dress, revealing her black lace thong.


“No, no, no,” Suzanne moaned, as she closed her legs tight. Trying to keep Steve from feeling how wet she was.


Steve kissed Suzanne with desire as he forced his hand between Suzanne’s clinched legs.


“Oh yes,” Suzanne whispered as she opened her legs wide.


Then raising her hips to Steve’s fingers, giving him full access to her. Steve took advantage of her open treasure as his fingers slid into her with ease.  He held them deep inside her as Suzanne grinded her body against his hand. Steve continued to kiss his way down to her quivering stomach as Suzanne moaned for more.


Suzanne closed her eyes tightly as she felt the first touch of Steve’s tongue caressing the folds of her moist pussy. His tongue was like a soft but powerful twister. Pleasing her to the core, unlike anything she had felt before. Suzanne pressed Steve’s face hard into her as she opened her legs wider for him. Suzanne started breathing heavy, and she could smell the sweet smell of her sex in the air. Her body begged for more of this intense pleasure.


“Oh, I am going to cum,” Suzanne panted. “Eat my fucking pussy.”


Suzanne’s body tensed up, her legs spread open wider, as her fingers tightly gripped the pillow next to her. She felt the wave of heat come over her body triggering the great explosion. Suzanne couldn’t move, the beat of her heart pounded in her ears, as pins and needles electrified her skin.


Suzanne opened her eyes to see Steve over her. She reached up and they kissed deeply. The touch of Steve’s unyielding bare body against her soft skin felt so intense. Suzanne then felt the wealth of Steve’s manhood entering her deeply.


“Oh yes,” Suzanne cried out.


Steve felt so good deep inside of her. She could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter with each long slow thrust. The way Steve moved his body made her want to give herself to him eternally.


“You want to be fucked, don’t you?” Steve said with authority.


“Yes, fuck me, fuck me hard,” Suzanne said deeply looking into Steve’s eyes. 


Steve only quickened his pace a little, as he held Suzanne’s legs open by her knees. He watched her plentiful breasts move up and down to the beat of his motion. Steve couldn’t believe how tight and wet Suzanne’s pussy was. The look of his dark cock going in and out of her creamy white pussy was incredible. He could feel his own heart beat in his temples as he started to fuck Suzanne harder.


“You like that cock don’t you, Suzanne. You like that fucking dick,” Steve told her with a strong hunger. “Say what you feel Suzanne, let yourself go.”


“Oh shit, fuck my fucking cunt! Fuck my fucking cunt, with that big black dick. Oh, fuck it’s yours Steve, it’s yours.” Suzanne shouted out loud as she clutched the edge of the couch.


Suzanne felt like she was outside herself because of how much pleasure she was receiving. She was about to detonate like never before.


“Oh, I cumming, oh yes,” Suzanne yelled as her body quivered with the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced.


Steve hammered his cock deep into Suzanne’s pussy and exploded inside of her. Suzanne was breathless; she watched Steve cum inside her then pull his cock out of her shooting a thick stream of cum. His cum hit her body like hot wax. Suzanne reacted like never before. Before his next shot of cum, she quickly took Steve’s black dick to her mouth. Suzanne opened her mouth wide and took him in deep. She then felt the warm shot of his cum hit the back of her throat.


“Yes that’s it suck that fucking dick, swallow all of my cum,” Steve said as he looked into Suzanne’s eyes.


Suzanne cupped Steve’s heavy balls into her small hand, as she sucked harder not letting a drop of his cum spill. She worshiped his manhood from the tip to his balls, licking and sucking with an enthusiasm like she had never had before. Suzanne pleased Steve till he was spent, still wanting more when it was over.


Somehow, someway Suzanne and Steve were able to collect themselves to get some work done for their client Maria.  It was almost like nothing had happened. Except Suzanne knew exactly what had happened. She knew she should feel guilty about what she had done. Suzanne didn’t feel that however. She had never felt so sexy, so wanted, and submissive in all her life.


Steve broke the silence between them. “I want you to take off that robe and get on the bed,” he said in a low deep voice.


Suzanne stood up and let her robe drop to the floor without hesitation.  Naked she slowly walked to the bed. Once there she crawled to the head of the bed with her ass high in the air. Steve followed Suzanne stripping off his robe as he watched Suzanne’s sexy body move. Suzanne sat down at the head of the bed with her knees to her chest.


“Open your legs and let me see your pussy. Now lie back and open your pussy lips for me, I want to see all of you,” Steve said.

Steve sat down in a chair next to the bed naked, with a full hard on.




Power Trip



Suzanne could feel the sparks of anticipation fly through her body as she did what she was told and opened her pussy lips.


“So what did you do after the meeting today Suzanne,” Steve asked.


Suzanne felt a shock wave through her entire body. Her eyes widen.


“How could he know,” she thought. “He couldn’t possible know what I had done.” Suzanne’s eyes moved to the night stand next to the bed.


“I…I,” Suzanne couldn’t speak.


Steve walked toward the nightstand naked with his cock rock hard and fully erect. Suzanne felt flush, as he got closer to her.


“What were you doing Suzanne,” Steve asked again?


Steve picked up the remote for the TV on the nightstand. He turned on the TV to find it tuned to the adult channel. Steve followed Suzanne’s eyes once again to the nightstand. He opened the drawer to discover a large dark brown vibrator, a small pink vibrator, and lube.


“Oh you’re a nasty little girl, aren’t you?”  Steve said looking into Suzanne’s shocked eyes.


“How did you find out,” Suzanne said softly looking back into Steve’s brown eyes.


Suzanne’s mind raced wondering if Steve has seen her go to the adult store and buy her supplies. 


“I didn’t, when you were in the shower I turned on the TV. Now, I want to watch you do what you did when you were alone,” Steve said as he handed her, her toys.


Suzanne was embarrassed but excited as she began to play with her toys for Steve. Steve watched Suzanne lose her inhibitions minute by minute as she played.  He loved the way her body moved and responded to the bliss she was giving herself. The room soon smelled of Suzanne’s sweet perfume and the soft musk of her sex. Steve looked back into Suzanne’s eyes that where now open, staring at him and his dick. Steve fixed his eyes on Suzanne’s sex, loving how wet and creamy she was. Loving how she pleased herself, slow then hard and fast, and back again. He could hear every stroke, the crackling sound of her soaking wet pussy devouring her toy. 


“Yes, Yes, do that baby,” Steve said with an influence Suzanne loved to hear.


The sound of Steve’s voice brought Suzanne to a new level of lust and exhilaration. He spoke to her with authority, like a real man should. Her passion was heightening knowing she was pleasing him.


“Oh, I love that. Now get on your knees,” Steve told her as he walked toward her with his cock in hand. Steve moved behind Suzanne and rubbed her sexy round ass.


“You’re so fucking hot,” Steve said as he entered her from behind grabbing Suzanne’s hips.


Suzanne gasped, shifting her body to give Steve all of her. Suzanne wanted to give herself completely to Steve. She wanted him to take complete control of her, in a way she thought a man should. Her body was Steve’s, not her husbands or anyone else’s. 


Suzanne gave Steve everything he wanted. Things she swore she would never do or never would enjoy over the next few hours. Suzanne loved every second of it. Steve made her cum in more ways than she ever had in her lifetime. Not once did Steve ask to do something to her, he just took her and she craved for more.


Suzanne lay on the bed.  She saw the morning light peeking through the curtains. Suzanne breathed in deep to the smell of sex, which brought a smile to her face. Steve watched her as she woke up.  He greeted her with a kiss and tight hug.  Suzanne knew from that moment she would do anything for Steve. She would be happy to do it and knew she would enjoy every second of it. Suzanne felt like a real woman of the first time with a man that truly wanted and cared for her. Suzanne kissed and hugged Steve back with passion. Then the phone rang.


Suzanne knew exactly who it was on the phone as it rang for the second time.  She reached over Steve lying on top of him to get the phone.


“Hello Robert,” Suzanne spoke in to the phone.


“Hi sweetie are you up yet,” Robert said.


Suzanne thought to herself, oh it’s sweetie now. Her eyes rolled up in to her head as she placed her hand on Steve’s firm torso. 


“Yes I’m up now, I really need to get ready for work Robert,” Suzanne said in a tired voice.


Robert went on talking about nothing, ignoring Suzanne. Her eyes were now fixed on Steve’s dark chocolate chest. Suzanne began to play with Steve’s nipple flickering her fingers over it. Suzanne was lost while playing with Steve’s nipple when she felt his cock getting hard under her. She pressed her body against Steve’s cock and looked up into his eyes.


Steve mouthed the words, “ride my cock Suzanne.” 


Suzanne almost dropped the phone.


“Are you ok,” Robert asked?


“Yes, yes, just trying to get dressed,” Suzanne, explained to Robert.


Robert continued on talking about his boss at work as Suzanne reached down for Steve’s manhood. Suzanne felt her body tingle with excitement as she massaged Steve’s cock against her sex.


“Put it in,” Steve whispered.


Suzanne slowly fed her sex until she had all of Steve inside her. With one hand on Steve’s chest Suzanne started to grind on Steve’s cock moving her hips and ass round and round.


“Are you ok?” Robert asked, “You’re breathing so hard.”


“Yes, yes, it’s just that I’m trying to get dressed in a hurry. This project I am working on is really big and hard. I really need to get working on it. It needs my full attention.” Suzanne said breathing heavily.


“Well is Steve helping you at all, it sounds like you’re doing all the work.” Robert asked.


Suzanne looked into Steve’s dark brown eyes. 


“Steve has been a huge help; I had no idea how good it would be to work with him. He has shown me skills that I didn’t know he had,” Suzanne said with a smile on her face.


“I’m glad things are going well for you,” Robert said.


Suzanne felt Steve’s warm hands squeezing her ass cheeks then one of his fingers touch her backdoor. It was slightly tender from last night, but it felt so good there. 


Suzanne’s thoughts flashed back to last night when Steve smoothly stimulated her ass to arousal. She had anal sex twice in college, but both times she was high and hardly knew what had happened. Robert had asked a few times early in their marriage, but she never came close to letting him go there. Steve had pleased her in a way back there. She found herself clawing open her ass cheeks for him to fuck her ass. When Steve ultimately crossed the threshold of her backdoor Suzanne lusted wildly for more. She encouraged Steve to fuck her ass hard. When Steve came in her ass and she felt his cum spilling out of her. Suzanne felt like the kind of woman men hunger for. The kind of woman her and her girlfriends talked about and hated. The woman they knew if they left their husbands alone with, she could have him with a blink of an eye. Suzanne experienced such an incredible high giving her body to Steve for his pleasure.


“Robert, I really need to get to work. This job is pretty big and hard and I really need to get on it. Ok, bye I got to go,” Suzanne said as she hung the phone up.


“Turn around and work on my dick, Suzanne. Work on my fucking dick, I want to see that ass,” Steve told Suzanne with lust in his eyes.


Suzanne quickly turned her body around and got to her feet. Suzanne spread herself open to feed her salivating pussy with the meal she couldn’t get enough of.  Suzanne straddled Steve and began to ride him. Supporting her body with her hands on his legs. Suzanne watched her pussy drool all over Steve’s cock and down his large balls.


“Oh yes, fuck that cock harder Suzanne, fuck it,” Steve barked as he grabbed her hips from behind.


Suzanne rode Steve like a cowboy on a bucking bull. The sounds of their slapping bodies got thunderously loud as she rode her black bull. Suzanne’s mind flashed back to the last time she had sex with Robert.  She was in the same exact position and he came before she was satisfied. Suzanne wanted to cum like this so bad, she began to rub her clit without missing a beat. Suzanne body was right at the brink of an extreme meltdown when she felt Steve’s hands squeeze her ass. Suzanne’s snapped her head back and her nails dug into Steve’s leg.


“Oh fuck I’m cumming! Shit! Fuck,” Suzanne shrieked as she grinded on Steve’s hard cock. Then she collapsed on top of Steve as her body shivered.


Suzanne looked at Steve’s hard black cock with awe amazed that he was still hard.  Steve moved out from under her.


“That’s all you got for me Suzanne,” Steve said with pride. I thought you were going to work it.


“No, no, it’s yours baby,” Suzanne apologized.


Suzanne moved her fatigued body slowly to her knees. Then Suzanne bent over sluggishly as she watched two drops of perspiration dripping from her forehead. The drops hit the sheets in slow motion. Suzanne head soon followed and the cool drops felt so good against her warm forehead. Suzanne began to arch her back as she grabbed her ass, offering herself to Steve. The cool air caressed her wet pussy delivering a wonderful shiver down her spine.



Suzanne’s body jolted into a quick shudder as she felt Steve’s hot tongue slowly licking her pussy lips. Suzanne’s nails buried into her ass as she began to feel Steve’s nose dip into her pussy. Suzanne moved her hips back to give more of herself to Steve. But she felt nothing.  Suzanne desperately opened herself to Steve only to feel nothing again. Then Suzanne felt the warn heat at the open gateway of her sex. The smooth touch of Steve’s cock sent a creamy flood through her gateway.


“Please baby it’s yours, please,” Suzanne begged.


“Is that pussy mine?” Steve commanded as he firmly plunged into Suzanne’s sex.


“Yes! It’s yours, Steve, it’s yours!” Suzanne yelled as she gave herself to Steve.


Steve fucked his pussy with pleasure as he thought to himself. Zora his wife, use to give it to him this way. She was down for just about anything at one time. Zora loved to do it two or three times a day. Loved giving herself to him, but now she gave herself to her work. Nowadays it was all about making money. Money was Zora’s drive now, not her relationship with him or sex.


“Work it. Don’t cheat me. I want to see that ass work it, Suzanne,” Steve said as he pressed her back down to see more of her sexy ass.


Steve loved the way Suzanne quickly responded to him and gave him her tight pussy. Steve watched his black cock going all the way into and out of Suzanne’s dipping pussy. He was amazed that Suzanne’s passion and lust matched his.  How could Robert not treat this woman right?


“Oh yes Steve it’s all yours. Fuck me, cum inside this cunt,” Suzanne shouted as she played with Steve’s balls with one hand between her legs.


Steve rose to his feet and balanced his weight on her hips.  Steve began to fuck Suzanne hard as he felt himself about to explode. The sounds of Suzanne’s moans and the smacking of their bodies together, was pushing Steve over the edge. Steve felt Suzanne’s pussy tightening; trying to milk his cock for cum. Holding back was no longer an option. Steve’s cock exploded deep inside of Suzanne.


Suzanne body was electrified when she heard Steve’s lustful moans of pleasure. Suzanne continued to manipulate Steve’s balls until she began to feel his cum coating her hand.  Suzanne’s pussy detonated.  Her heart pounded. Her toes curled.


Suzanne couldn’t move. Her hand was catching their love juices and shaking between her legs. Suzanne could see Steve lying beside her with his eyes closed, wonderfully satisfied.  Suzanne gazed at Steve’s shimmering body with his half hard cock dripping with their cum. Suzanne came up from her knees.  She began to smooth their cream from her pussy up to her tits. She massaged it in to her skin slowly in front of Steve.


“That’s it. Work it in slow,” Steve said in a soft sexy tone.


Suzanne inhaled deeply so she could take in the sexy scent. Her hands cupped her large breasts as her fingers kneaded her nipples. Suzanne gazed into Steve’s eyes as she slowly moved her right hand to her face. Again she breathed deep, and began to suck two of her fingers. Suzanne savored the taste in her mouth as she gazed into Steve’s eyes. Suzanne moved her right hand back down to her left breast and lifted it to her mouth.  Suzanne sucked and nibbled at her own nipple then did the same to the right one until they were both hard.


“You are one nasty girl,” Steve said with a smile.


“Nope, I’m your nasty girl. Giving it to you just the way you like it; hot and nasty,” Suzanne replied lustfully.


Steve wrapped his strong arms around her waist, pulled her in close to his body, and kissed her.


“You know we have to go, we don’t want to be late for the meeting with Maria,” Steve said with a smile.


“Yes, I know,” Suzanne said with her lips pouting like a child.


Suzanne watched Steve get up and walk to the shower. Suzanne lay still thinking about how sexy this morning had been, until she heard the shower turn on. Suzanne subsequently thought of how good Steve would look in the shower with his body all soaped up. Suzanne wanted too wash Steve’s body for him; she wanted to feel his smooth skin all lathered up. Suzanne hopped out of bed like a kid running for candy.


Maria was very impressed with the ideas Suzanne and Steve came up with over night. The meeting was almost over when Suzanne got an I-page from her office. Suzanne read the I-page and asked Steve if he could take care of it. Maria directed Steve to the next conference room so he could speak in private.


Maria closed the door behind her as she came back into her conference room where Suzanne waited.


“So you fucked him last night didn’t you,” Maria stated as she sat down next to Suzanne.


“What?” Suzanne said as her mouth dropped open.


“You heard what I said girl. You fucked him didn’t you? I thought you said you weren’t fucking him yesterday,” Maria stared deep into Suzanne’s eyes looking to find the truth.


“I really don’t think that’s any of your business Maria. Besides, I’m married,” she told Maria as she flipped her hair.


“Oh, that’s a yes. Maria laughed, I am married too, and I’d fuck him in a heartbeat. So are you going to give a girl the details or are you going to keep them to yourself,” Maria folded her arms over her chest.


Suzanne looked up, licked her lips and smiled.


“I’m married Maria, so is he, and so are you,” Suzanne lied, not admitting any guilt as flashes of her lustful night filled her mind.


“Shit, he was fucking hot as hell. Ok, Suzanne you don’t have to say anything. I’m not going to tell or anything. It’s not like I haven’t cheated on Anthony before. You just have fun Suzanne,” Maria looked at Suzanne with a wicked grin on her face.


“It was just Jennifer over reacting again,” Steve said as he walked through the door.


Saved again by Steve, Suzanne thought. She was just about to break and tell Maria everything. She was surprised by Maria’s confession that she had cheated on Anthony. She had only met him a few times but he seemed so attentive to Maria.


“Looks like we have things wrapped up here,” Suzanne said as she stood up and offered Maria her hand.


Maria shook Suzanne’s hand. “I will be up your way in the next few weeks. Why don’t I stop by and see how things are coming along,” Maria said looking straight at Steve with a smile.


“It’s not necessary but if you want to stop by that will be fine,” Suzanne replied.


“Yes, it is,” Maria said to Steve lustfully.


Maria watched Steve and Suzanne leave, envious of Suzanne. Maria knew Suzanne was fucking Steve and wanted just a piece of Steve. She didn’t care if she had to share him with another woman. Maria just wanted to feel him inside of her.


Maria could feel her body getting warmer as she walked past her administrative assistant. Thoughts of Steve eating her out under her desk streamed through her mind.


“Carla, could you please hold all of my calls. I need to get some work done and I don’t want to be interrupted,” Maria stated.


“Sure thing,” Carla replied with a smile. “If you need help with anything I would be happy to assist.”


“No thanks, not this time Carla,” Maria said with a wink.


Maria thought about how much of a find Carla was, as she turned the doorknob to her office. Carla was 26, 5 foot 1, mixed Black and Asian, very sexy eyes, long black hair, big natural breasts for her size, and a great ass to match. Carla was willing to do anything for her. She worked hard, stayed late, listened, and was willing to learn. She would cover for her if she were fucking a cute client of hers. She made sure not a sole in the office or her husband knew about her extra marital affairs. Carla would even eat her pussy out at a moments notice or be the third in a three-some of hers. Carla loved to do anything for her and it was not because she tripled her salary after 6 months of work. She truly loved to please her. She was gold.


Maria sat down in her leather chair, leaned back and rested her Prada heels on her desk. Maria’s hand soon found it’s way under her skirt and on her smooth wet pussy lips. Like normal Maria didn’t wear any panties. Maria’s pointer and middle finger curled in and dragged her sex cream up between the folds of her lips. Maria’s eyes closed as she thought about Steve licking her pussy. Maria lust grew as her fingers moved between the folds of her pussy only teasing her clit from one moment to the next. She could feel her clit getting hard, pleading for attention. Maria’s pace quickened, dipped once inside and gave her clit what it begged for. Maria came with a hot outburst of pleasure and laid still, spread eagle. She could feel the beads of sweat on her forehead. Images of Steve fucking her doggie style, on top of her with her legs over his shoulders, and even fucking her in the ass flashed through her mind.


Maria got herself together and unlocked her bottom desk draw. She reached in the back to get her strap-on dildo for Carla. Maria put the toy in her bag and walked out of her office.


“Carla, I’m going to lunch. Would you like to join me, it will be my treat. You’ve been working so hard you deserve a break,” Maria said in a business like voice.


Carla turned around and saw the bag Maria had in her hand and knew what was inside. She knew then just what she would be doing for lunch and she couldn’t have been happier.


“Thanks; I would love to join you for lunch,” Carla said as she got up to leave.


Carla wondered as she walked behind Maria if anyone in the office noticed how hard her nipples were from excitement. She couldn’t wait to get to the hotel to strap on that dildo and fuck her boss.


Suzanne closed her eyes for a minute as she thought about her final night of her business trip as Steve drove her home from the airport.

Steve and Suzanne had celebrated their successful trip with a little shopping. They spotted a sexy little lingerie boutique on the way back to the hotel. Steve had her model everything from leather bras, leather thongs, PVC outfits, sheer catsuits, and anything hot and daring. They bought four outfits and stopped at a shoe store for some fuck me high heals. They made one more stop at a spa where Suzanne surprised Steve with a Brazilian wax, and Steve couldn’t keep his hands off her after that, and Suzanne didn’t want it any other way.  When they arrived at Suzanne’s room she couldn’t wait for Steve to have his way with her. He did, and they did it like wild animals all night. They only stopped for room service once. Their long night made them late for their flight the next day. Suzanne had to call Robert and let him know not to pick her up from the airport. Steve would drive her home since it was on his way.


Suzanne opened her eyes as Steve’s car hit a bump. She gazed over at Steve and smiled.


“So, what’s on your mind Suzanne?” Steve questioned taking a quick look over at Suzanne.




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“Oh nothing, I was just thinking about last night. How good it was,” she said as she began to lick her teeth.


“So you enjoyed yourself,” Steve questioned?


“I didn’t want it to stop. I still don’t want it to stop,” Suzanne paused and bit her lower lip. “So will you continue to fuck me now that we’re back?”  Suzanne asked.


“Do you want me to continue fucking you?” Steve looked at Suzanne as she crossed her shapely legs.


“I don’t want you to ever stop fucking me. I never thought it could feel this good. I just want this to carry on forever,” Suzanne smiled.


“Suzanne, I’m not going to stop. We’re not going to stop. We’re going to have fun and no one will know a thing but us. I promise you that,” Steve said as he put his hand on Suzanne’s bare knee.


Suzanne knew from that moment that everything was going to work out just fine. She would be able to have her cake and fuck him too.


Suzanne looked down to see Steve’s dark strong hand on her knee. She loved the contrast between his dark skin and her pale completion. Suzanne’s hand traveled down to meet Steve’s interlocked her fingers with his.  Suzanne realized they were only a few blocks from her subdivision.


“Could you make a right into the park right there and go down to the last parking lot?” Suzanne asked in a sweet sexy voice.


Steve did as he was asked and parked the car under a big oak tree in the back of the park. Suzanne reached over and quickly undid his pants. Her gift uncoiled and rose to her delight. Steve let out a soft moan as Suzanne took his cock in her hand. Suzanne loved the feel of Steve’s black manhood in her hands. Suzanne embarked on her journey of delight as her tongue slowly circled the tip of Steve’s cock. Suzanne enjoyed the tingling feeling of Steve’s fingers running threw her silky blonde hair. She attentively began to coat Steve’s hard cock with wetness from tip to balls leaving not a spot dry. Suzanne commenced to sucking Steve up and down, taking him in deeper on each down stroke.


“Yes, suck that dick Suzanne. Suck it like you need it,” Steve moaned.


The sound of Steve’s voice electrified Suzanne’s body and she could feel herself soaking her panties.


“That’s it you know what I like, suck that cock, make it wet,” Steve said with lustful power.


Suzanne’s hand and lips were wet and sticky as she took more of Steve in her mouth. She could now taste Steve’s pre-cum and hungered for more.


“You taste so fucking good,” Suzanne moaned out loud breaking her rhythm only for a fraction of a second.


Suzanne changed her motion and began to gently lick and suck Steve’s balls.  She could feel Steve’s body desire more and she gave him what he hungered for. Suzanne flickered her tongue up and down Steve’s shaft until she reached the tip. She then relaxed her mouth and throat and took all of Steve’s cock in her with ease.


“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Steve groaned as his hips rose up with pleasure.


Suzanne grinded her face into the root of Steve’s shaft and held it there for a second. She quickly released him and with a lustful fervor she took him down all the way four more times effortlessly.


“That’s it. I’m going to fucking cum,” Steve said in a deep raspy voice as he slammed his hand on the steering wheel.


 Suzanne’s enthusiasm heightened as she quickly milked Steve’s dick while sucking the head of his cock. Suzanne’s body shuddered as she felt Steve’s thick hot cum hit the roof of her mouth.


“Oh yes,” Steve yelled out as he gripped the steering wheel hard.


Suzanne’s excitement took over her body as she feverishly sucked down Steve’s cum. Suzanne’s thighs began to uncontrollably tighten together as she felt her own explosion between her legs.


“You’ve made me cum,” Suzanne whispered and continued to lick Steve clean with pleasure.


“You’re the best tasting chocolate,” Suzanne said as she wiped the corner of her mouth. 


Steve pulled into Suzanne’s long driveway and parked his car near her walkway.


“This was a very enjoyable trip,” Steve said as he gave Suzanne a big grin.


“To say the least,” Suzanne chuckled. “It was a pleasure having you, or should I say you having me?” Suzanne winked.


“Well I hope to be having you very soon,” Steve smiled back. “So, you want some gum or something before you go in?” Steve asked.


“Nope I want to have you on my lips and tongue all night,” Suzanne said softly.


She wanted to kiss Steve but she saw Robert at the front door. Suzanne greeted her husband with a big hug and kiss on the lips. It was like nothing had happened just moments ago. Steve got out of his car and met Robert halfway from his car and shook his hand.


“Thanks for taking care of Suzanne. I hear you guys had an excellent trip,” Robert said as they walked towards the trunk of Steve’s car.


“Oh it was no problem man. It turned out to be a very good trip. It was a lot better than Suzanne and I had expected.”


Steve looked over Robert’s shoulder and saw Suzanne sucking her two fingers behind Robert’s back. Steve couldn’t wait to fuck her again and he was going to find a way to do her soon.


Suzanne packed away her four slut outfits and fuck me pumps way in the back of her closet. Suzanne also added her two new toys to her secret sex toy shoebox. She couldn’t believe she was able to sneak them by Robert with out him catching her. Suzanne felt the thrill of her stealthy moves and she liked it.


Suzanne started to undress in front of her bathroom mirror letting her clothes drop to the floor. As she removed her skirt she could feel her soaking wet white lace thong sticking to her body. She dropped her skirt and let her fingers explore her wetness though her thong. Suzanne watched herself remove the sticky little material from her body. For the first time she really got a good look at her fresh Brazilian wax job.  She raised her leg and placed her foot on the countertop.  She was completely hairless soft and smooth. Suzanne’s fingers explored some more, feeling her silky pussy and her clean ass. Suzanne began to play with herself and sensed the shock of reality that Robert could walk in at any moment. Suzanne quickly gathered herself but not before she tasted her own fingers. She collected her clothing off the floor and thought that she kind of wanted Robert to walk in on her. Maybe if he saw her playing with her newly waxed pussy he would get excited. Maybe, take what was his to take. Suzanne ached for Robert to fuck her and take her pussy like Steve had.


Suzanne walked out of her bathroom nude with her clothes in her arms. As she walked to the laundry basket she almost ran into Robert. He was making his way to the bed to relax. He touched her shoulder, smiled, and picked up the remote control for the TV on the bed. Suzanne dropped her clothing in the basket and made her way to her dresser. She opened her top draw and stood in front of it with her legs slightly open and hands on her hips. Suzanne could see Robert in the mirror on the bed changing channels on the TV. She wanted him to watch her not the TV.


“So, what did you do here while I was on my trip?” Suzanne asked.


“Oh, you know I told you on the phone. All that stuff at work and just crashed when I got home,” Robert quickly replied.


Suzanne saw Robert turn his head her way. She bent over at the waist as if she was looking for something in her drawer. Suzanne knew he had to at least catch a glimpse of her bare pussy.


“On the phone you sounded like you missed me, Robert,” Suzanne said as she slowly rose back up.


Suzanne looked in the mirror to see Robert tune her out and tune the TV back in. She closed her drawer and turned to face him. Suzanne leaned back against the dresser and parted her legs.


“You know I miss you when your not here, things always get crazy when your not here,” Robert explained as he turned back to Suzanne for a second then back to the TV.


Suzanne thought, just like always. If she wasn’t in charge taking care of things in the house and in their marriage, it will not get done. She wanted Robert to get his ass out of the bed and fuck her. She wanted him to fuck her hard and nasty right in front of the mirror so she could see him do it to her. Suzanne knew that was not going to happen tonight or any other night. If it was going to happen she would have to take charge and tell him when, where, and how. She couldn’t believe it. Here she was practically putting herself on a silver platter and all he can think about is the TV.


“Yes I know honey, I’m going to take a shower,” Suzanne said with disappointment.


Suzanne didn’t even know if Robert had heard her as she walked back to the bathroom. The hot water felt fantastic massaging her body. Soon Suzanne’s thoughts turned from Robert to Steve. If he were here right now he would’ve fucked her like she wanted. Suzanne leaned back against the wall of the shower. She lifted her hips forward and spread her legs wide to let rhythmic stream of water play with her pussy. Suzanne lathered up her pussy and ass to stimulate her sex. Her fingers from her right hand found their way in her ass as her left hand opened her pussy lips wide. Thoughts of Steve doing all kinds of nasty things that she had just discovered she loved to do raced through her head. Suzanne pleased herself to climax after climax until she was spent. She wondered how long it would be until she could have her sexy chocolate man.


Suzanne opened her eyes and looked out of her kitchen window into her backyard. It was a beautiful day and her annual company pool party was going great.  Every one was having a fantastic time eating, drinking and swimming. Her Caribbean island theme had gone over well. The caterers had done an unbelievable job and the yard looked great. From the window Suzanne could see Alex in the pool with his latest girlfriend. Shockingly this one was a red head, Alex had a big thing for blondes. There was Christy in her little white bikini and floral wrap trying to flirt with Robert. Robert had a beer in one hand and was looking straight passed Christy. Christy could flirt with Robert as much as she could and would never get his attention. Robert loved big tits and Christy was an A-cup. Suzanne could see Robert trying to catch a glimpse of Alex’s 20 something redhead with the D-cups and Christy was in the way. Suzanne chucked to herself and leaned forward a little over the sink.


Suzanne continued her voyeurism until she spotted Zora, Steve’s wife. She was wearing a wine red bikini and dark shades, and she looked incredible. She was by far the sexiest woman at the party. She was talking to a group, and from the looks of it the conversation was all about business. Suzanne noticed her smooth dark skin shimmering in the sunlight and the way her large breast jiggled as she talked with her hands. Suzanne could see why Steve married her and why he was so sexually frustrated. To have her walking around at home and not interested in sex any more, she understood his feelings well. Suzanne eyed her up and down and contemplated about how Steve and Zora would look fucking.


“Mmm yes,” Suzanne whispered out loud.


Suzanne thought about how she would love to see them live and in person fucking. She wondered how Steve’s ebony cock would look going in and out of her wet black pussy. Steve had told her how they use to be. Fucking all the time and how Zora loved pleasing him back then. It was kind of funny to her that Zora was moving sexually in the direction she was in. And now she was moving sexually in the direction Zora use to be.


Suzanne shifted her hips back a little further. She thought about Steve and the past three months they spent fucking. Robert, Zora, Co-workers, friends, and family didn’t have a clue what they were doing. Sneaking around made things even more exciting.


Suzanne felt a wave of pleasure go up and down her spine as she felt the tip of Steve’s cock at her hungry wet opening. Suzanne reached around to pull her bikini bottom over some more as she looked out the window again. Steve wiped Suzanne’s nectar from his face as he slid his cock in deep. Suzanne grinded and bucked her ass trying to give Steve more of her lust.


“Take that pussy baby, take it,” Suzanne groaned as she was about to cum.


Steve grabbed Suzanne hard and plunged in deep and released his chocolate thunder inside her. Suzanne’s body crackled like white lighting throughout her lustful body. Her pussy clamped around Steve’s pulsating cock trying to milk him for every drop. Suzanne could feel her heart pounding in her ears as they recovered from their lustful craze.


“Steve you always leave me wanting more,” Suzanne said as she turned around to face her dark obsession.


“That’s the plan love,” Steve replied as he gave her a quick peck on the lips. 


“Now let me bring the rest of the beer out before someone misses us.”


“Make sure you give Robert another beer. If we get him drunk enough maybe you might have a chance to do me later,” Suzanne said and winked at Steve.


Suzanne watched Steve return to the party from the window.  No one was the wiser to their naughty behavior and Suzanne felt she was on top of the world.  Steve handed Robert another beer with a smile and walked over to Zora. Zora was still talking business and never knew Steve had been in the house.


“What’s her loss is my gain,” Suzanne spoke out loud to herself shaking her head.


Suzanne smiled to herself knowing that this thing with Steve would last for a long time. She gathered herself and made her way back to the party. Suzanne took a knife to a glass of wine to ring it like a bell to get everyone’s attention.  Everyone lowered their voices and turned towards her.


“Is every one having as good of a time as I am?” Suzanne shouted with enthusiasm as she raised her glass.


There was a roar of yes’ in response from the crowd.  Suzanne looked over to Steve knowing he was the only one that was and would continue to be.



Power Trip



The rhythm of the music pounded into me, it was like a part of me. I couldn’t believe I could feel this sexy, this vibrant, and full of life. Who knew that going to rock concerts could do that? I ran my hands up my tight black leather clothes, a corset that pushed my full milky breasts up, and made me feel like a porn star, and tight black pants that made my ass look great, were only complemented by my black knee high boots. My light brown hair flowed down my back, wild, and unbound, my pale face done up with lots of eye make up, and lip stick, highlighting my exotic eyes, and cock sucking lips. 

I felt like I could fuck anyone, and yet I only wanted one, I turn towards the man standing next to me, fair haired, fair skinned, and mine. The bass of the band poured through me, the drums struck cords in my body, and I felt like ripping him apart with my teeth, and nails, to put him back together, only to do it all over again. I needed to feel him in me, all of him, his perfect penis filling me to utter contentment, complete release. Wetness soaked my pussy, making me forget everything except the way he made me feel, I felt him in me, pushing me to the peak of ecstasy, that was all I could take, I needed him, and I wasn’t going to be able to hold off any longer. 

Grabbing his arm I pulled him towards the door, and out to the car, he asked me what was going on, I was to horny to talk, to even pretend like I could make words that he would understand, I was completely primal, the drums still pounding a rhythm of sex in my head, while the bass pounded out a chorus of seduction. Getting into the house I push him down on to the ground, not bothering with words, they were useless, not caring that he had no idea what was going on, I push him down and sat on his chest, looking down at him I smiled that animalistic smile that made him understand me without words. 

“Let’s see if I can’t abuse you tonight.” I grabbed his hair and pushed his head to the side, I bent down and bite his neck, I heard him make noises, I didn’t give a fuck if they were from pain, or pleasure, he’d take it and like it! I lifted his shirt up, and pulled it off from his body, leaning down I grabbed his nipple in my teeth, and tugged, then sucked. I felt him growing hard against my ass, he tried to life up to suck on my neck, I pushed him back onto his back, and slapped his face, hard, 

“Bad bitch, who in the fuck told you, that you could move?” I pulled a cigar from the top of my boot, and lit it. Taking a puff I blew it in his face, and laughed. Smoking fetishes were easy to please, power trips were easy to ride, I did both. I taunted him, moving up and down on his chest, like a whore riding a dick, making noises only made during sex, and then I stood up my booted feet on either side of him. I looked at his tight pants, and his large, hard, cock straining against its prison. 

“Well let’s see what I can do to you tonight, don’t move!” When I gave an order I expect it to be followed, if I told him to stand in the middle of a burning house, he damn well better, I don’t like to be disobeyed. I walked into the “play room”, and grabbed handcuffs, and a whip, and of course my favorite jelly dildo, walking back out to the room where I left him, he lay there unmoved, and hard as hell. I grabbed him arms and cuffed them to the posts of the stairs, I didn’t waste any time taking off his pants, and boxers, and I smacked his ass, and smiled gleefully as he let out a yelp. 

“Shut up!” I then moved in to his view, so he could see me, sometimes anticipation was one of the best things in the world. I bent giving him a perfect view of my breasts, and puffed the cigar in between my lips, I blew smoke in his face, and then I started to undo the corset. 

“What do you want me to do?” I asked him with a wild look in my eyes, a look I knew all to well, it was mirrored in his, and he didn’t say a word. 

“Good boy lets see if I can figure out some things to do to you, shall we?” I used the whip and marked his body with red welts, he cried out in pain more times that I could count, every time I came close to that sweet release, that primal mating that I needed to feel. I grabbed his hair and forced his head back. Licking his neck I sunk my teeth in, almost growling from the pleasure of his flesh in my mouth, I moved a savage path to his shoulders and then his chest, biting, licking, my nails following along, making red lines of angry love, behind the purple bruises that my teeth left. 

My lips reached his cock, hard and pulsing from arousal, and I sucked the very tip, tasting the salty pre-cum that I craved like air. I sunk to my knees, grabbing another cigar, lighting it, I blew smoke onto his dick, and sucked, switching between the smoke and my mouth, till he was almost to the edge of pleasure. I stopped and grabbed his dick at the base, giving it a hard squeeze to keep him from cumming, he pulled against the cuffs then, and I gave his ass a hard whip, 

“Did I say you could move you fucking cock sucker?” He whimpered, and I went back to my delightful torture, tasting him, teasing him, making sure I left those angry welts that were my way. I grabbed the dildo that I had next to me and shoved it in his ass, ramming him, not caring that it hurt, making him feel the pain, and the pleasure, again he came close to cumming, I stop and grabbed his cock at the base again. Flipping him over on to his back, he whimpered as the cuff dug into his wrists, I took off my pants, let them slide slowly down my hips, then my legs, kicking them off to the side, I sat above his face. I slowly sunk down so that he could stick his tongue in me, if I allowed it,

“Eat me out, now!” He did just that, licking, probing my wetness with a ready tongue. I started to move in a fast rhythm, a pace that was hard for my to keep, erratic and savage, much like me. I fucked his face, my juices dripping down his face, his lips finding my clit; he sucked, nipped, till I was near climax. I grabbed his dick and began to run my hands up and down it, until it was jumping from the blood pulsing through it, satisfied with his state of arousal I got off his face, and slammed myself unto his dick. 

Sinking deep I moaned, he tried to stop himself from making any noises, but a whimpering moan escaped, my cunt tightening around his thickness, I began to move, fast, hard, taking him deep, 

“Move with me, you lazy bitch.” He kept pace, pushing his hips up to meet my pussy, I bounced until I was slick with sweat, his eyes were clouded with pleasure, and then I leaned down, whispering in his ear, 

“Cum you fucking cunt, cum in me!” Having the permission to final find realize, he pounded his hips up, I arched my back, taking him deeper, I could feel him against my cervix, I could feel him pulse, I couldn’t think of anything else but my release. 

I felt it deep within me, a fire that started low, and warm, that kept growing until it over took everything, I cried out in ecstasy. My walls tightening around his shaft, he pushed up three more times, burning himself deep he came, screaming my name, and streaming his seed into my womb. I lay on him, my body in unison with his, still having those wonderful muscle spasms that were the finale of a great orgasm. I reached up and undid the cuffs, 

“Well that was fun, wasn’t it? We’ll have to do that more often.” Smiling down at him, his body used, and marked by me, tattoos that show ownership, and the owner of that body was me. I got up and walked away, wiggling my naked ass, turning myself on yet again, 

“Well looks like it’s going to be a long night, come on fucker, I want to lay in bed this time, the floor is ruff on my skin.” Laughing I turned to look at him and his already erect dick, standing on its own, this could end up being a fuck feast, fun filled night, humming the hard rock song that I had fucked in rhythm to I smiled and grabbed the handle to the door.



Power Trip



I grew up in the Kingdom of Kahara. My father was the head of the Kahara-America Export Co., an international energy conglomerate. 

I have always loved walking the seductive streets of Amsada, Kahara's capital city. I loved the dangerous looking dark men, in their robes, capes and hoods. You could always see those coal black eyes staring out at you, measuring you, perhaps even desiring you. And the women. Those magnificent women with their fascinating almond eyes, also staring out at you, measuring you, perhaps even desiring you.

And you had to imagine the beauty of the woman underneath all those covering, draping garments. Because all you saw were their fascinating almond eyes. Their robes covered them from the top of their head down to their delicate feet. And somewhere, face level, was a small peek-through opening, which displayed two magnificent oblong black eyes.

Those women were each and every one of them incredibly beautiful. They were beautiful in the way that actual flesh cannot be beautiful, but only the soaring vistas of the imagination can be beautiful. So was every woman I saw flawless and beyond compare.

Those incredible covered women. What mysteries lay under all that flowing fabric? I wanted to expose them. I wanted to hold them, I wanted to kiss them, I wanted to let my hands and lips explore the secret body, the secret mouth, the secret lovetunnel.


I wanted to have those women. To make love to them, to possess them, to conquer them. I wanted the triumph of making them give up everything for me. Because for a woman in Kahara, if you were deflowered before marriage, your life was over. No man would ever marry you. You were spoiled goods. A whore. Consigned to life-long solitude and shame.

Unfortunately, in Kahara, due to the sexual taboos, I was unfortunately still a virgin. My fantasies were beyond incredible. My experiences were nil.

One day, walking through a local bazaar, I saw a breathtaking young girl accompanied by her three women-servants. I could see only her coverings, but I just knew she was breathtaking. She had to be. I immediately had to conceal an enormous erection in my western style trousers. Often when I was walking the streets, I would spy a forbidden female, and become erect. I was always embarrassed. How envious I was of the dark Kaharan men, who were able to conceal their lust under caftans.

I did not have that luxury. I would have to dangle my hands in front of my body, and hurry home as soon as possible, in order to whip out my peter and whack it, until a torrent of hot white cream shot out from the large smooth head. Only then was I able to take a good deep breath. Only then did I feel relief. 

But this day I did not hurry home. I could not bring myself to break away from this fantastic feminine creature. I had to meet her. I had to get to know her. I had to get to fuck her. I was driven.

I followed her, along with her three women-servants through the bazaar, as she examined and smelled luscious fruits and heady spices. Once she approved an item, she pointed, and the women-servants purchased it, and carried it.

At a pomegranate stall, she turned slightly and her almond-eyes caught mine, and seared themselves into my retina. I saw emotion in those eyes. She had noticed me. She had found me attractive. What joy. 

At each stall, she turned slightly. Her eyes told me that they again saw me. I think her eyes were telling me that they liked what they saw. At the persimmon stall, I bowed slightly. I could swear that she tilted her head. I was getting somewhere.

I followed them through the bazaar for more than a half hour. At that time, they got into a large Rolls Royce. The maiden looked back at me, as if begging me to find some way to follow her. I did. I saw a taxi and jumped in. I had him follow the Rolls Royce until it pulled into the driveway of what could only be described as a small palace. This lady was royalty. A princess, probably. How much sweeter it would be to seduce a royal princess into becoming my whore. My disgraced slut.

More than sex, I wanted power. I wanted mastery.

Armed with her address, over the next few days I was able to do some detective work. I learned that she was indeed a princess. The Princess Salima Al Habbar. Daughter of the wealthy Prince Sulim Al Habbar. I learned that she had two older brothers, Turku and Mugar. It was said that they loved their sister dearly and were very protective of her. How would I get to meet her?

As luck would have it, one day when I was prowling the streets of Amsada, ogling all the covered cuties, I saw the family limousine pulling up before a coffee house. Two richly robed young men got out and entered the coffee house. Those had to be her brothers, Turku and Mugar.

I entered the coffee house. They were lounging on pillows in one corner of the room, drinking from little cups on a low table. There were empty pillows on the floor very near them, before another low table. I sat on the pillows and ordered my coffee. 

I was trying to think how to get into a conversation with them, when I noticed an extremely large ruby ring on the hand of one of them.

"I say, that's a lovely ring," I observed.

The robed man at the next table turned his eyes toward me. So did his brother. They both stared at the blonde-haired western man at the next table. Who was this foreigner who had dared to address them? Me.

"You like the ring," he asked me, holding out his hand and admiring it himself.

"It's magnificent," I said. "I've never seen anything like it."

"Yes. It is an old family heirloom. It has been handed down for many generations." Fortunately he spoke English. I had gone to the English school, and my Kaharan was not the best.

We started to chat. I learned that he was the older of the two brothers, Turku. He was tall and skinny, and he had a black moustache, and a short black beard. He had a mean and dangerous look, but there was something exciting about him. Something sexual. Now I was really mad to meet his sister. 

He introduced me to his brother, Mugar. Mugar was a little shorter and a little heavier, but with the same facial hair. His eyes were searing. When he looked at me, I couldn't hold the gaze. I had to turn away. My legs started to tremble a little. I was frightened of him. Why should that be? He was perfectly pleasant. They were both perfectly pleasant. They told me about their royal family and questioned me about mine. 

I told them about my father and the Kahara-America Export Co. They knew who he was, though they had never met him. They told me where they lived, (though I already knew.) And that they lived there with their parents and their beautiful sister, Salima, and their many servants.

When they told me the address of their palace, I exclaimed, "Yes, I know that place. I've passed it. It's really beautiful. I always wondered how the inside of that magnificent estate would look."

"But you must see it," said Mugar, impetuously.

"Yes," agreed Turku. "You will come back with us. We shall show you our home."

This was going better than I could have possibly imagined. When we left the coffee house, I climbed into the back of the Rolls Royce, between the two bearded brothers, and the driver drove us back to the family palace. Turku entered the house while Mugar and I waited outside. He had to tell his sister that they had a visitor, and she would therefore have to cover her face. After a few minutes, Turku came back to the door, and Mugar and I entered. 

Every room was spacious, airy, sunlit. There was a central courtyard open to the sky and we crossed it to enter the family sitting room. There was the beautiful Salima, sitting on a satin, striped divan. They introduced me to her. She held out her hand, and I raised it to my lips. Her face was heavily veiled, but I gazed through the open space and stared into her liquid almond eyes. They recognized me. They smiled.

The women-servants brought in hot cups of coffee on a tray. We drank. We chatted. I could see that Salima was charmed with me. Her eyes were dancing. I was desperate to know what she looked like underneath her peach colored veils.

I had to become a regular visitor in this house. But how? But how? 

I began to spin out an elaborate (but ridiculous) scheme to Turku, wherein he, in partnership with the Kahara-America Export Co. could become even more insanely wealthy than he already was. He tilted his head at an oblique angle, as he listened to me. He was interested. The words flew from my mouth as if I knew what I was talking about. Hans Christian Anderson couldn't have spun a better tale. At the end of our chat, it was agreed that I would return in a week and bring charts. I kissed Salima's hand and departed. I went home to invent charts, and looked forward to my next meeting with the beauteous princess.

Each week I would return with more charts, but I always found a way to forestall an actual contract. If my father ever found out what I was doing in the name of the home-office, he would have had me shot. With every meeting, Salima was becoming more entranced with me. With my blonde wavy hair, my blue eyes, my neat trim build etc. etc., how could she not?

After the sixth meeting in the Al Habbar palace, I made my move. I secretly slipped Salima a small folded note, as I was kissing her hand. Turku, Mugar, and I hashed out the business details of a non-existent deal, and at eight p.m., I left the house. 


I did not, however, walk down the long path to the road. In the darkness, I circled the house and found my way into the back garden. At around 8:30, I heard the creak of a door opening, and I could see the delicate Salima slipping outside. I motioned to her from the far side of the garden. She came over to me, and stood facing me. 

"My darling Salima," I said, kissing her hand and holding it tenderly in my own. "How happy I am that you came."

"But I shouldn't be here. What if my father finds out? What if my brothers find out?" 

"I don't care. We love each other. We have to be together," I said firmly.

"But, I'm afraid," she said in her accented English.

All the time, I was holding her hand. Then I began to run my fingers lightly up her arm, tickling, tickling. I could see she was getting turned on. She tried to pull her hand back, but I held on to it. I swept my other arm around her waist and drew her close to me in an embrace.

"No. No. We can't," she protested.

"Let me see your face," I insisted. "Let me see your beautiful face." As she was shaking her head 'no', I started lifting her facial veils. She struggled against me, but nothing would stop me now. I was so excited with the seduction that I was becoming erect in my western suit again. But now I didn't care. I wanted to be erect. I wanted her to see my erection. I wanted her to take my erection inside her lovely mouth, inside her lovely body. OOOOOFFF, I was getting too damned excited. I was about to shoot a hot load into my tight western underpants. I stood back a second and drew a few deep breaths. "Calm down. Calm down. Nice and easy," I told myself.

I continued to lift the gauzy mask. There was her beautiful, sculptured chin. There were her perfect heart-shaped lips, her delicate small nose, and now the eyes, those almond eyes, but not peeking through an opening. The eyes were part of a lovely face. Oh, those perfect heart-shaped lips. I wanted to kiss them. I had to kiss them. I tightened my embrace and I kissed them. Her lips opened to mine, and she was lost in a wave of heady passion. Her arms circled my head and drew me close to her. I felt the rigid, horizontal palm tree, in my crotch, pressing my western trousers out obscenely, as it poked against her feminine thighs. I lifted a hand to her breast and began to tickle and pat, tickle and pat.

In between kisses, her breath caught in her throat, and she gasped. "No. No. You mustn't. You mustn't. This is forbidden. You must stop."

I didn't answer. I just kept kissing her as I worked my hand inside her costume and felt her naked breast. I ping-ed her nipple back and forth. She gave a little cry and moved her waist so that her most intimate spot rubbed against my palm tree. It was a coconut palm, and my two large coconuts were bursting with milk. I longed to give her my coconut milk.

I eased the cloth off her shoulders, and moved my lips down to the hard little points of her breasts. I licked. I sucked. I lapped. She was lost. Her waist was hammering against me, totally out of control. 

"No. This is for a husband only," she said.

"This is for me," I said. "And this," I unzipped my fly and reaching in, I pushed my jockeys down. I pulled my hard dick out through the unzipped opening. "And this," I repeated, grabbing her hand, and placing it on my naked hard flesh, "This is for you."

Centuries of propriety and custom are no match for the feel of a hard cock. A big, pulsing hard cock. Like steel, but warm and alive. She moved her hand around it, and held it in a firm grip. She began to stroke it, as I forced my tongue into her mouth once again.

I began to unwrap all the layers that surrounded her. I lay them on the ground and made a bed for us. Finally I stripped off my own clothing. The two of us were as naked as Adam and Eve before they ate the forbidden apple. I was ready to taste that apple. I pulled Salima down onto our bed. I climbed over her. I positioned my palm tree in the center of her oasis, and pressed forward. My tree was thirsty. It needed to drink.

I felt her labia opening around my cock. I was sliding into her. Until....Until... That pesky virginal membrane stopped me. Well sooner or later it had to go. So now, I slammed in. She screamed. I pressed myself against her and waited for the wave of pain to pass. All the while, I was stroking her clitoris. Rub, Rub. Stroke. Stroke. That was really getting to her. She started moving her lower body against me in need. Now I knew it was time. I began to plunge in and out. In and out. I was fucking. I was fucking the beautiful forbidden princess Salima.

"Salima," I said. "I'm fucking you with my big cock. Do you like my big cock fucking your hot virgin pussy, Salima? Tell me how much you like my big cock sliding in and out of your hot juicy cunt, cunt."

"AAAAGGGHHHH," she moaned. "She was too far gone to hold a conversation in English, or even in Kaharan. She just wanted to get fucked now. She knew now that this was what she had been born for. She had been born to be a hot wet cunt that would pleasure a big, stiff, hard, plunging, male member. This was what she was. A princess, but a whore. A princess, but a cunt. 

"AAAGGGGHHHH. AAAAGGGHHHH. AAAAAGGGGHHHH." She was a passionate girl, all right. I felt the milk boiling in my coconuts. But first, the impossible happened. She orgasmed. Her first fuck and she orgasmed. Was I that good? No woman orgasms the first time she gets fucked. It was like a miracle. Her pussy was twitching and quivering all around my cock, as she shuddered against me. This was such a turn-on that I couldn't hold back any longer. Vesuvius erupted. My hot lava just shot out into her wet love channel, and scorched her internal flesh.

I pulled out of her and lay back. I felt completely satisfied. Self-satisfied. A tiny smile played around the corners of my lips. I had done it. I had seduced her. I had conquered her. I had made her do the most forbidden things. I had uncovered her. I had put my cock into her. I had made her my slave. 

"Suck my cock, Salima," I said, playing with it. My triumph wasn't quite complete yet. I needed to totally debase her.

"No, please," she protested.

"Suck my cock," I ordered, and began pulling her head down to my waist. "You know you want it. You want to feel my big thick jeesh in your mouth. You want to lick it. You want to taste it. You want to suck on my two big heavy zombers. Go ahead. Do it. Do it." I pressed her head forward, and fed my dick into her mouth. It was pliable at first, but little by little it rigidified. 

"TTTCCCHHHAAA, TTTCCCHHHAAA, TTTTCCCHHHAAA," went the wet sucking sounds, as her lips and tongue moved over my dick. She was totally my slave. What a power trip. I knew then that this was what I needed. It wasn't the sex. It was the seduction of an unwilling. The domination of another human being. That was what got me off. The corruption of an innocent. The naked power. That's what I would always need.

"Salima!" A nearby voice said, angrily. I turned my head, and saw Turku standing not ten feet from us. I felt my wet cock fall from Salima's mouth.

She put the back of her hand before her lips and screamed. 

"What have you done, Salima?"

She began to cry.

"It's all right, Salima. He will marry you," said Turku. "Won't you?" he asked me.

"Yeah, sure," I said. I wasn't going to tell him that she'd just had my cock in her mouth, and that she was a whore and a slut, and I wasn't going to marry any whore. I kept my thoughts to myself. I had to get out of that garden, alive. Now. "Sure, we'll get married. Then you and I will really be brothers," I conned him.

The next morning I took a cab to the airport and got the hell out of Kahara fast. I knew if I stayed there I'd end up with a scimitar up my ass. But it had been such a grand diversion. It was almost worth it. I had totally dominated her. I had made her my slave. I had made her flout her family, her history, her religion. This was heady stuff. It had been a real power trip.

Back in New York, I stayed in a hotel for a few days, and then I rented an apartment. Now that I had tasted sex, now that I had tasted power, I needed more. Much much more. I needed to duplicate the experience, as quickly as possible. This would be my thing. To seduce an unwilling partner. To dominate. To enslave. 

Thank god for nepotism. I got myself a cushy job in the North American division of the Kahara-America Export Company. I was all set for life in the big city. 

There was this girl at work. A secretary. Her name was Annie, and she was very shy and easily intimidated. I thought she might be a good candidate for my next seduction. I could imagine her crying, and protesting and begging, and hitting her fists against my chest, trying to get out of my tight grip. Afraid of the large rod she felt prodding her from deep inside my underpants. I decided to ask her out to dinner. She lowered her eyelids and demurely accepted my invitation.

We had a marvelous but expensive meal at Le Beauregard. The latest great new restaurant. It was hard to get a reservation. But not for someone from the Kahara-America Export Co.

I did not order drinks or wine with the meal. I wanted Annie to be absolutely sober when I forced my will upon her. I wanted to feel her terror. I wanted to enjoy her shame. The check came and I charged it to my credit card.

We took a taxi to her apartment building. Yes. I was being a gentleman. I was escorting the lady home.

"Would you like to come up for another cup of coffee?" she asked. I smiled.

"Yes. That would be very nice," I said. 

I paid the taxi driver and we got out and went into the building. We took the elevator up to her apartment. She got out her key and opened the door, closing it behind us. I grabbed her and kissed her harshly, and began mauling her breasts. "Fuck the coffee," I thought. This was as good a time as any to overpower her.

Suddenly her arms flew around my neck. Her lips pressed against mine. She began moaning and grinding her crotch against my stiff dick. I was so surprised my dick started to destiffen. No. No. No. This couldn't be happening. I was supposed to take her against her will. This was just disgusting. These western girls were nothing but tramps. She was even more aggressive than I had planned on being.

"Come on, baby. Let's go into the bedroom," she said. She took my hand and began to drag me into the bedroom. I should have just left, but I couldn't. I was in shock.




Power Trip



Immediately she began to tear at my clothes. She even ripped off a shirt button. Before I knew it, she had unzipped me and was down on her knees sucking the whole length of my long dick. No. No. No. This had not been the plan.

Despite myself, my dick started getting hard again. I may have been repulsed, but my dick liked blowjobs and was getting off on this. She was making all kind of obscene noises as she fed on my prick. At the same time she was stripping off her own clothes. After she had denuded the two of us, she pulled me down on the bed, on top of her. "Come on, honey. Give me your cock. I want to feel your cock inside me." She was squeezing it and moving it between her pussylips. The Slut. 

Psychologically this was all wrong for me, but a fuck is a fuck. And as she rolled around and screamed under me like a total maniac, I could only respond. I followed her request and began slamming my cock into her. It felt good. 

"Fuck me, baby. Fuck me. Massage the cushiony walls of my pretty pussy. You like it? You like it? You like my pussy?"

"I love your pussy," I lied. I was a gentleman after all. I couldn't tell her she disgusted me. But my cock wasn't as disgusted as I was. It seemed to have a mind of its own, and almost against my will I began to feel it burn and tingle. My hot seed was going to go shooting out into her. She sensed it too, and redoubled her passion, grinding her pussy lips against my pubic hairs, and wailing. 

Once I was dressed, I stumbled out onto the street and hailed a cab. My stomach was doing revolutions and I was having trouble keeping my dinner down. Was this an example of an American girl? A slut? A tramp? A sex-mad maniac? Where was that innate female diffidence? How could I triumph by seducing a cock-mad trollop? I hadn't overcome her reluctance. She had overcome mine. I saw immediately that I would never be able to act out my dreams of masculine domination with a western female. They were not pure and virginal and seducible. They were brazen, ferocious and dick-crazy.

What was going to happen to me? I was young and handsome and desirable. But the kind of woman I needed to make me feel like a man didn't exist here. They existed in Kahara, and I couldn't go back to Kahara. Back in Kahara, I was literally a dead man. Was I doomed to a life of celibacy? No. No. I couldn't accept that fate. That was worse than death. What could I do to satisfy my lust for sex and my lust for power? I pondered and pondered.

I pondered for weeks. I started drinking. My life had taken an ugly turn. I was sitting in O'Malley's Bar and actually crying into my beer, when a guy sat down next to me. 

"Come on, fella," he said. "It can't be that bad."

"It is," I protested. "It is. You don't know."

"What is it? Some cunt?"

"Exactly," I exclaimed, downing the rest of my beer.

"Don't let it get to you," He advised me. "Women. Real ballbusters. I've had problems myself."

We started talking. He was a nice guy. His name, it turned out, was Archie Callahan, and he was a cop in the neighborhood. He had just gotten off duty and had stopped in for a few glasses. He said he liked the camaraderie of bars. Getting away from the dames and just chewing the fat with other guys. He told me all about his girlfriend, Gladys. About how she was always bitching and complaining. 

I totally made up a whole story about my beautiful girlfriend, Annie, and how I had loved her so much, and wanted to marry her, but she had turned me down, and eloped with my best friend, Olaf. He squeezed my shoulder compassionately. He completely understood. As he squeezed my shoulder in friendship, I studied him, and an idea began creeping into my tortured brain. 

"Why don't you come over to my place? I have lots of cold beer in my refrigerator. Why should we pay the bartender? We can go over to my place and continue our discussion," I suggested.

He weighed the idea, and it seemed reasonable. "Sure. Why not?" He agreed.

We each paid our tabs and headed toward the door, chatting. I had to look up as we walked side by side. He was about six inches taller than I. Muscular and toned. With thick black hair. A real alpha male. I had never thought about the conquest of a man. But why not? It was obvious that this guy was straight. And as opposed to most women, he wasn't already dick crazy. So if I got him to take my dick, it would be a conquest. Right? 

When we got to my apartment, I sat him down on the couch and went into the kitchen. I took two beers out of the fridge, and pulled the tabs. I walked back and sat down on the couch next to him, handing him one beer, and putting mine on the coffee table in front of the couch. He took a swallow, and made a sound of appreciation. How was I going to do this?"

"Women are really a bitch," I said, restarting our previous conversation.

"Yeah," he nodded in affirmation.

"But what are you going to do? I mean you've got to have a chick if you want to get your rocks off. And god. I love getting my rocks off."

"Yeah," he nodded in affirmation.

"You like getting your rocks off?" I asked naively. 

He looked at me like I was stupid. "Of course," he answered. "Who doesn't like getting their rocks off?"

Yeah," I said. "Who doesn't?" and I sort of automatically started rubbing my cock and balls through my pants, as if he couldn't see what I was doing. I was pretending I was in a reverie, and didn't realize that he was watching my cock get hard inside my pants. I gave a quick look down at his groin, and saw I was having a little effect on him. There was definitely something growing.

"Man. What I wouldn't give now to have some chick here, pulling down my zipper, reaching into my pants, pulling out my cock, going down on it." I was half talking to him, half talking to myself with my eyes half shut. I was fingering my cock and balls. I shot a glance. He was too.

"Just think about a pair of luscious lips, sucking on a big, thick, meaty cock, with a smooth angry red head. Hard, and red and angry."

"Yeah." He was letting his imagination go wild. His eyes were glazing over.

I knew what I was going to do, now. I was going to make this big, tall, handsome heterosexual policeman my pussy bitch. I was going to make him service me and beg for my cock. I could seduce him. I could conquer him. I knew it. This would be my new power trip. I would get straight white men to go down on me, to take my cock up their virgin asses. To beg me to let them be my pussyslaves. This was even more exciting than corrupting Salima had been.

"Oh, I'm touching my big hard thick angry red cock. Big hard thick angry red cock. Big hard thick angry red cock," I repeated over and over. The words seemed to be hypnotic. He couldn't tear his eyes away from my lap. I began to lower my zipper. I reached in and dragged it out. My eyes were closed, as I was stroking and stroking. I tried to keep the smile from playing around the corners of my lips. This was serious stuff. This was sex. This was cock.

"Ohh," I moaned. "I wish someone would suck on my cock. I wish someone would suck on my big hard thick angry red cock. Big hard thick angry red cock. Big hard thick angry red cock." I kept my voice low and hypnotic. I peeked out of the corner of my left eye. He was stroking his own dick, and he was starting to bend forward a little. Yes. He was lowering his head toward my cock. His handsome lips could no longer resist the big hard thick angry red cock. 

When his face was about six inches away, I wrapped my hand in his black curly hair, and pushed down. "Suck it," I ordered. "Suck my big hard thick angry red cock. It wants your sweet mouth around it so bad. It wants your sweet soft wet mouth. Suck it, man. Suck it." He did. 

I think the first contact of prick-mouth startled him a little. I felt him jump back slightly at the feel of something unfamiliar. But then I just urged his head down with my hand, and finally he had it in his mouth. He was giving another man head. I bet he never imagined in a million years that he would ever do that.

"Oh, yeah. That feels so good. Suck my dick, guy. Suck my big thick dick. Get it all nice and wet and slippery. How do you like that dick? You like it, Archie? You like sucking on my big dick?"

"Uh huh," he affirmed wetly, slobbering away.

"I knew you would," I said. "I knew you'd dig sucking on my dick. But I've got something you're going to like even better."

"What?" he asked, puzzled.

"I'll show you. Take off your fucking clothes. Take 'em off," I ordered in a harsh voice. He seemed to respond to the treatment. My authoritative behavior was actually turning him on. He stood up and began peeling off his clothes. I did the same. My dick stood straight out. And it was very wet. When we were both naked, I threw him face down on the couch, and mounted his high buttocks. My cock was still a slippery, but I added some spit. I also spit on my fingers and began working them into his hole.

"No. No. No," he protested. "Not that. I don't want to get fucked up the ass."

"You have to get fucked up the ass," I said. "You need to."

"No. No. No," he sobbed. He was really saying "yes, yes, yes.' He just didn't know it. And besides, 'no, no, no' was what I wanted to hear. And also, he hadn't socked me. He was just whimpering a little, hoping I would force him to accept the feminine role.

"Take my big dick inside your pussycuntass." I shoved it in. It was a little tight but it went in. He screamed and started tossing around. I guess it hurt, but I didn't care. I just continued to slam away, riding on his firm round bubbles.

""AAAGGHHH. AAAAGGGHHH. No. It hurts. Take it out. Take it out," he sobbed. But he wasn't trying to throw me off his back.

"Ride my cock, you fucking pussybitch. You cuntwhore. Take it like a man. Take it like a woman. Take it like the woman you are."

He was now taking it. He was raising his ass up onto it and making disgusting mewling sounds. Such a cunt. But I had done it. I had made him my slave, my woman, my bitch, my whore. I had dominated him completely. A tall, handsome, straight, masculine, New York policeman. This was a good power trip.

I hammered his fleshy ass with my hip bones, and when my Doric column was at it's very deepest inside his lost city of Pompeii, Vesuvius erupted, pouring out scorching lava which flooded though his internal streets and temples. Pompeii would never be the same. From now on it would be a tourist attraction. 

I withdrew my dick and stood up. He slowly turned on the couch and looked up at me, smiling shyly. "That was pretty good," he said. "Pretty unexpected, but pretty good. Did you like it?"

I scowled at him. This was my moment of triumph. "Come on. Put your clothes on and get out of here, you pussyass queer. You girlieman. You're disgusting. You fag."

His jaw dropped and I saw his hand curl into a fist. He was about to punch me out.

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you," I cautioned. "I might have to call the police and tell them you got mad at me after you let me fuck your cop ass. That it was sort of like a lover's quarrel."

His hand dropped to his side. He was dumbstruck. He had never encountered this kind of behavior before. He sneered and me, and began getting dressed. I sat in an armchair and lazily played with my cock, as I smirked.

"I'll get you one of these days," he threatened me, as I let him out the door. I just smiled. 

The only trouble was, how was I ever going to top this? I kept going around to different bars, but the right opportunity just didn't present itself. I needed someone big, masculine, heterosexual....etc. etc. There were a lot of qualifications that my next serial rape victim would have to possess. It wasn't easy. 

One night, as I was walking home from a bar, I thought I heard footsteps following me. I looked around, but nothing. I kept walking. There they were again. Strange. Strange. I wondered if it maybe could be Archie, planning a little revenge. I would have to watch my ass.

Footsteps. Shadows. Feelings. All the time. What was it? What could it be? I didn't see anything. Was I becoming paranoid?

This went on for several days. At one point I turned a corner and instead of walking, I threw my back against a building. Stealthily, I sneaked a peek into the street I had just turned off of. My blood froze. About thirty feet back, now walking quickly, dressed in a brown business suit, but with shining black head and facial hair was slim, dangerous looking Turku. Oh, my god. He had followed me to New York. What was I going to do? Was he going to kill me? A shiver of fear ran down my back. I had been so cocky before. But now....but now, I felt a small wave of panic. I should have run, but I needed to take another look. I peeked around the corner again. Turku was advancing quickly. It was then that I glanced across the street and saw Mugar. He was in a blue suit.

Mugar had a wider angle of vision to where I was pressed against the building around the corner. In another couple of seconds he would be able to see me. My face broke out in a sweat. I didn't know what to do.

I ran and I ran. I didn't dare turn around, but I could hear running footsteps behind me. I knew both Turku and Mugar were chasing me. Where could I go? What could I do? Should I duck into a store? But I would be trapped......What could I do?

Suddenly I knew I was saved. "Thank God. Thank God," I babbled. Right in front of me now was the broad blue-shirted back of a wonderful New York City Policeman. "Officer. Officer," I screamed, grabbing his arm. "You've got to help me. There are two men who are trying to kill me. Help me. Please, help me. Take me to the police station." I begged and I pulled at his arm.

When he turned around to face me, my heart sank. Oh, my god. Oh, no. It was Archie.

"What's your problem, sir?" He asked formally and coldly.

"There are two men behind me trying to kill me. You've got to help me."

He looked over my shoulder. "I don't see anyone, sir. It must be your imagination."

"It's not. It's not. They're going to kill me." I started to cry.

"I think maybe you ought to see a psychiatrist, sir. There's nobody there. You'd better move along now."

"No, please." I grabbed at his arms. He roughly pulled them from my grip. "I think you'd better move along now, sir," He said humorlessly and coldly. And then he walked away. I watched his back fade off into the distance. I was lost. And then I heard the footsteps again. I started to run. Now I heard running footsteps. Getting closer. A hand grabbed my left arm. A hand grabbed my right arm. They pulled me to a halt. 

"We know where you live. We shall go to your apartment." That was the one on my left, Turku.

"You left us so suddenly. Without even saying goodbye." That was Mugar on my right. They clasped my arms tightly and I had no choice but to walk between them. We were going to my apartment.

Mugar released my right arm and grabbed me roughly by the neck and shoulders, so that I could use my right hand to fish my keys out of my pants pocket. Once in the door, they scouted the place and dragged me into the bedroom. They tore my clothes off, and used some of my beautiful expensive shirts that had been hanging in my closet, to tie my arms and legs to the bedposts. Turku took his open palm and began beating me across my face in both directions. "Western Pig," he shouted. "Energy company dog." He continued slapping. I knew my cheeks must be red, and my eyes were tearing.

"I'm sorry," I said, probably not too convincingly. And also it was a little late to apologize.

"You made a whore out of our beautiful sister. No man would ever have her if they knew. Thank goodness we were able to find a good surgeon in another country to restore her precious hymen. She is a virgin once again. But you will pay for what you did to Salima," uttered Turku. "You will pay for the rest of your life."

Now I was really afraid. For the rest of my life? What did that mean? Turku began taking off his clothes and folding them neatly on the armchair in my bedroom. Mugar used the desk chair for his. Before long I had two dark naked men approaching the bed to which I was strapped.

Their penises were not erect, but dangled over their orange-size balls at already more than five inches. Both members seemed to be unusually thick. Perhaps Mugar, even more than Turku. 

They climbed on the bed in kneeling position. Turku on my right, and Mugar on my left. Turku began faceslapping me again. I tried to get out of harm's way, but my hands were tied. "Pigdog," shouted Turku at me, lifting his big matched set in his left hand. "Filthy Pigdog. Suck my jeesh. Suck my big jeesh." He crawled up to my mouth and forced his big jeesh between my trembling dry lips. I sucked. It was getting stiffer. And longer. And stiffer. And longer. The head of it was now pushing against my tender uvula. Then past it. I coughed. I sputtered. I phlegmed. I choked. It kept coming. "Suck it, Pigdog. Suck it."

Mugar waited his turn like a gentleman. For about three minutes. Then he gently edged his brother aside and crawled over my chest in front of my face. His cock was stiff now. And it was thicker than Turku's, though maybe a half-inch shorter. He did not, however, stick his thickness in my mouth. He raised his heavy oranges over my lips. "Suck on my zombers," he ordered. "Lick my round heavy zombers, bitchcunt."

I mouthed his hairy zombers, but I really didn't like that 'bitchcunt' appellation. Up until now, everyone else had been the bitchcunt. I had always been the supreme master. That was how I had planned my life. And now suddenly I was the bitchcunt? How had this happened to me?

After he had had enough tongue on his zombers, Mugar moved up over my face. "Stick your tongue in my ass, bitchcunt," he ordered.

"No," I said.

"No?" He couldn't believe I was refusing to do it.

"No," I insisted. "That's disgusting." Suddenly with both hands he was whacking my face. It was like he was in a frenzy. I couldn't take much more of this. Gingerly, I stuck out my tongue and began licking his asshole. It was clean, but I still didn't like the idea. He pulled his asscheeks apart, and basically sat on my open mouth as I tonguetickled his aperture.

"Yes. Yes, bitchcunt. You do that well. Keep doing it. You must practice. You will be doing this for the rest of your life."

Again, this 'rest of your life' shit. I had to admit I was a little worried.

Now, Turku touched Mugar's shoulder, and Mugar crawled aside as Turku took his place. It was like ballroom dancing. Turku had cut in on his brother. Whatever it was, I now had my tongue up Turku's hot ass. It was pretty much the same as his brother's. No better. No worse. But my cock was starting to get a little stiff. How could it? My own body was bent on betraying me. No. No. No," I said to myself. But it did little good.

Finally Turku lifted his ass off my tongue, and plunged his long cock down my throat once again. Mugar crawled down on the bed, and positioned himself, kneeling, in between my thighs. Suddenly my legs were being upraised, and I felt the blunt tip of Mugar's dark instrument, pushing at my anal opening. He hadn't even spat on his cock. It was never going to go in. I thought I was safe. Inwardly I was laughing. But then. "Yeeeeooooowww," I screamed. 

I had been wrong. He had rammed it in. I was in excruciating pain. I would probably need a doctor. "Yooowww. Yoooowww. Yoooowww," I crooned, sobbing. He just shoved the rest of it in, and began plowing his hips backward and forward, tearing my delicate internal flesh. "Yoooowwww. Yoooowwww. Yooowwww," I screamed.

"Take my big cock, bitchcunt. I want to feel your ladypussy milking my mancock. Milk it." He began spanking my upraised asscheeks. Now I was hurting inside and outside. Meanwhile, Turku forced his plunger further down my throat, and I was gagging like crazy.




Power Trip



I squeezed my torn ass tight around his pistoning rod, and milked it as best as I could.

"That's it, cunt. That's it. That's so good. You are the best fuck. The best fuck. Everyone is going to love you. Turku. You have to feel this. You just have to."

"As soon as you are finished, my brother," said Turku, hammering my pharynx.

Mugar nodded. He started to go into the short shoves. He would have loved to have stretched this out all night long, but he felt compelled to give Turku a crack at my asscrack.

""AAAGGGHHH. AAAAGGHHHH. AAAGGGHHH," sighed Mugar happily as he dumped his cum deep inside me. "Such a good fuck. Such a good fuck," he repeated in appreciation. Even now I was feeling little squirts of liquid shooting out into me. When it was finally over, he moved aside and rested, as Turku slammed his long prick into me. At least I was wet now. Wet and open. So it wasn't hurting so much. Turku pulled my asscheeks up toward the base of his prick and began hunching into me.

"Oh. You are right, brother. This bitch has such a nice hot pussy. And you have gotten it so nice and slick for me. My cock is just floating in and out of this nice tight cunt. So smoothly. So easily." Turku was a better fucker than Mugar, I guess, because it didn't seem to bother me so much now.

"Milk my cock, bitchcunt," he ordered, and I again tightened my channel around his pistoning rod. If I hadn't been tied to the bedposts, I would have wanted to raise my legs up and hold his hot masculine body into me. I would have wanted to fold my arms around them and press his insistent asscheeks, as he fucked my own. But I couldn't. My hands were tied. My legs were tied. I tried to move my mouth in front of his, so that he could plunge his tongue into it. He saw what I was trying to do, and he laughed. "Not today, bitchcunt. Not today." And he spat into my mouth.

But now he was moving a little faster. His asshunches were tighter. He was going to add his cum to his brother's. I was now the official Al Habbar family cumdump. I continued to milk his cock, even as the milk spilled into me.

"You were right, brother," said Turku. "This one is the best. Truly a great bitchcunt. 'Now'," said Turku.

I didn't know what 'now' meant. But Mugar got up from the bed and went over to his clothes on the desk chair. He took something out of a pocket. A small, hinged, leather case. He approached the bed. I was still lying lazily under Turku, enjoying the feeling of his softening dick up my ass. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mugar opening the hinged case. He took out something. It was a hypodermic needle. Before I could react, I felt a sharp sting in my upper arm, and.................

I was in a warm rosy darkness. A totally pain-free, thought-free blissful state. Everything was so beautiful. So. Beautiful. It was like I was flying. Just like I was flying. Then my mind started to become a little more aware. I was flying. I was on a plane. I opened my left eye. I was on a plane. A very small plane. A private plane. I was lying on a red silk sofa. The silk was smooth against my cheek. Across from me were Turku and Mugar, once again in flowing caftans, sitting in lounge chairs, drinking tall glasses of whiskey on the rocks. My mouth was so dry. That wonderful warm floating feeling was fleeing. I started to move my tongue around my dry mouth and even attempted to sit up. Turku looked at Mugar. Mugar looked at Turku.

Mugar got up. He picked up the hinged case, which was sitting on a table atop a stack of western girlie magazine. He crossed to a small refrigerator, and took out a small vial from between the many bottles of champagne. He shook it. He withdrew the hypodermic from the hinged case and stuck it through the cork of the vial. He pulled out the plunger. The next dose of my narcotic was now in the needle. He crossed over to me and bent down. He lifted the hem of my caftan.....I was in a caftan too???---He lifted the hem of my caftan and stuck the needle into my left buttcheek. He pressed the plunger. The rosy darkness arose to swallow me. So warm, so thought-free, so pain-free, so blissful. I could easily get addicted.

I was on a plane trip. Not a power trip. And during the trip I must have come out of my stupor around five more times, and been redrugged. One time, I came awake, to find Turku's cock, plunging up and down in my upraised ass. I couldn't blame Turku. My ass was there. It was available. Why not use it? If I had started to get into getting fucked, when they first raped me, imagine how fantastic it felt, now that I was all drugged up. You can't imagine. Or maybe you can. 

Both our caftans were raised and his warm zombers rested on my asscheeks, as his jeesh worked in and out of me. I couldn't help but respond. My asshole started to tighten itself around his sweet jeesh. He turned his head and looked at Mugar. Mugar smiled. I guess they were smiling at each other. They knew I was awake and loving it. Eventually the thick white Turkujuice shot out into the opening between my cheeks. This liquid was also addictive. I was getting to need it. As the large thick Turku needle withdrew from me, the fine steel needle in Mugar's hand went into my right buttcheek. Again the rosy darkness. But before it claimed me totally, I felt Mugar's hairy zombers against my now motionless, receptive globes.

Once when I came awake, I realized we were no longer on the plane. I was being bounced along on the back of a camel. Mugar was behind me, holding the reins with one hand, his other hand around my waist, supporting me against him. The camel's hump was pressing into my balls. It was slightly painful.

He knew in a second when I started to come out of the coma. I began to raise my lolling head only to see Turku ride up beside us on another camel. The hinged case was conveniently in the same hand, which held the reins.

This time the needle went into my arm and I was back in my rosy glow. 

I don't know how many days we traveled over the desert. Several, I think. Occasionally when I woke, they fed me dates and water. It was blisteringly hot, and I probably would have died without refreshment. But eventually they always put me back to sleep. I don't know why. I wasn't going anywhere? I was in the middle of the desert on the back of a camel? Was I going to escape? But they just kept drugging me. I liked the drugs. So warm, so rosy, so pain-free, so-thought-free, so blissful. I wished that I would never have to wake up. I had a habit now, and I loved it. 

After a long time, I came awake in a tent. First I was lying on the sand, and many dark bearded men were taking off my sweaty caftan. They carried me to a pool of water that was actually inside the tent. A small desert oasis. They lowered me into the warm water and began bathing me with scented oils. My hair, my skin.....They got inside all my little openings and crevices. I felt wonderfully clean. I looked around for Turku and Mugar, but they were gone. Obviously they had sold me to this desert tribe. I saw only men there. No women. There were two pools in the tent. One for drinking and one for bathing. One of the men filled a cup from the other pool and brought it to my mouth. I gulped it gratefully. They fed me small pieces of dates and coconuts. Sweet dates. Sweet coconut. Sweet water.

Several of the men lifted me out of my bath. They dried me tenderly with bits of shiny multi-colored fabric. Then they brought over a large hookah. A water pipe. They filled it from the drinking-water pool, and added some thick brown paste into the pipe bowl and lit it. Now there was a verbal buzz. A commotion. They passed the pipe from one to the other and each took a puff or two. All the while, they seemed to be praying. It was like a religious ceremony of some kind. 

Eventually it was my turn. I took a puff. They made me take another. And another. And another. Finally I was semi-insensible. I felt many hands turn me over on a silky mat spread across the sand. I was naked. My ass was in the air. I could barely interpret what was happening, but it seemed as if all the many men---maybe fifty, maybe sixty, were stripping off their rough desert robes. There were many, many naked men around me now. All with large stiff cocks. I felt someone crawl over me and feed his cock into my hole. I barely felt anything, being in such a drugged stupor. But what I felt, felt delicious. I felt the cock shoot hot milk into my ass, only to be replaced by another cock. And another. And another. 

There would be no more power trips. I was now, forever, the bitchcunt pussy slave of a tribe of male desert nomads, who would fuck me endlessly from now until the end of time. I was a living cumbucket. But they were keeping me clean, and giving me food, and drink, and drugs, and cock. Lots of drugs. Lots of cock. Life was good. Life was very, very good. 



Power Trip



It had been a week since she'd called or texted him and though she knew he would be waiting on the other end of the phone she didn't care! A few texts sent that afternoon had set up the date and made him feel special and wanted. He always made a special effort try to impress her to win her over but it was all in vain. This was her time, her independence, her prerogative. 

She had waited all day for this, and although he wanted more from the relationship she had made it clear from the start it was no ties sex; what more could a girl ask for? As she got out of the car and walked towards the boat she squeezed her wet pussy with each step, feeling a shudder that made her even hornier. 

He was sitting on the deck waiting, no doubt with mounting excitement; the earlier text messages had seen to that. He had a certain smugness about him that could either be because he dared to think that she finally wanted him or that some arrogance had kicked in although she didn't care. Walking over saying nothing and showing no emotion, not even acknowledging that he was there or that she was longing for him inside her, she climbed on deck. Her clit was throbbing wanting his hard cock. He got up to greet her and as he leant over to kiss her, she stopped him, put her finger against his lips and silenced him before he said anything. There was determination in her eyes; she knew what she wanted. 

He sat back down; he didn't know what was going on, but what he did know was that his cock was now stirring and he felt it get tighter. He wanted to grab her, take her below deck, slam her on the bed and take her from behind but he knew she had other things in mind. Making him wait she turned and went below deck. He could hear her moving about, he was excited and getting impatient but consoled himself with the thought that it would be worth the wait.

When she came back on deck he looked at her, longing to be inside her and to feel her soft wet pussy round his cock. Not a word had passed between them, but he instinctively knew not to speak. As she leaned over, her short skirt slid up just enough for him to see she wasn't wearing panties which drove him wild; shivers ran through his balls and up his hard shaft.

He tried to get up to touch her but she pushed him back and sat down opposite him. She could see the frustration on his face and loved the power trip. As she brushed her hair back with her hand he could smell her perfume, he'd missed that, and when she moved her hand down towards her breasts he saw her nipples were hard. He had certainly missed them. He wished he could kiss and lick them, squeeze them and bite them just the way she liked it. She caressed her nipples with her fingers sending shivers right through her back and down to her throbbing clit. He breathed deeper as he thought about her dripping cunt and how he wanted to fuck her hard. 

She gave out a slight moan, loud enough to make him feel it too. She stroked her thighs, sending waves of pleasure through her body. He watched, not allowed to move or talk because that night she controlled him; this was a turn on for both of them. Her hand slipped up her inner thigh as she opened her legs just enough so he could see her naked pussy. He yearned to lean over to touch her, slip his finger in her wet haven and taste her. He watched as she stroked herself and saw her breathe heavily. Rubbing herself and gently massaging her hard clit she knew she was teasing him and loved the thought of him squirming not allowed to do anything about his swollen, pulsating cock. She began slowly squeezing her swollen clit, moaning with every shiver. She fingered her very wet pussy and tasted herself. How he wanted them lips around his cock and to be teased by her tongue. 

She moved closer to him and leant forward to kiss him with the slowest and deepest kiss, he was left breathless and ready to explode, then she pulled away. He tried to pull her back but she shook her head seductively. She brushed his cock with her knee and teased his earlobes with her tongue as he breathed deep and slow. She kissed his neck and moved down to his chest, still rubbing his cock. He wasn't allowed to touch her.

She moved down towards his throbbing cock, unfastening his trousers she gasped at how firm and excited he was. She unbuttoned her blouse and moved back and forth so that her firm naked breasts rubbed his dick. He inhaled deeply as he felt her against him. Though she wanted to feel the tip of his cock rubbing her clit she held back intensifying the sensations that had now began to direct her.

She licked his large cock from the base to the top and circled the end with her tongue and tasted his precum, she gasped and her juices flowed and her cunt opened up even more. He couldn't take much more, he wanted to be deep inside her, his balls banging against her, pulling her hair, both of them moving together and breathing heavily. 

He realised that he was in her mouth, her tongue applying pressure as she moved up and down the shaft. He had never experienced blowjobs like hers. She gently moved her hand in time with her lips up and down his throbbing cock increasing tongue pressure with every movement. He breathed heavily, she moaned as she felt his balls tighten and her pussy getting hungrier at the thought of him inside her. 

Still not a word had been exchanged! 

Reaching into her skirt pocket she took out a condom and placed it between her lips, she covered the head of his cock with her mouth and slid it on in one long, pleasing movement. Still rubbing his balls she squeezed just enough to make him tremble. He gasped at the sensation. 

She got up, brushing his hand away as he tried to feel how wet she was. She straddled his lap with her back to him, and tenderly placed his dick between her legs resting it on her throbbing clit, which was as hard and swollen as his cock. She moved back and forth using him to stimulate herself and pleasuring him at the same time. Her nipples felt every touch on her clit and they became harder with each stroke. 

As his moaning became louder she moved to the rhythm of his deep breaths, she loved to hear a man groaning and it made her even hornier and determined to be screwed really hard. He tried to hold her but she motioned him not to and continued with her seduction. Placing him deep inside her she at last felt him hot and hard inside her wet pussy. She moaned and arched her back trying to control her intense feelings. 

As she rocked back and forth she could feel him getting tighter. She moved quicker while he thrust deeper into her, she moaned loudly and squeezed her nipples until she felt it in her clit. His thrusting made her even wetter and her muscles tightened around his cock, contracting and sending intense shots of ecstasy through her whole body. Ready to come she gave in to the sensations that had built up within. Her body jolted, her legs trembled and her toes curled. Moaning loudly, her whole body felt on fire, her nipples tingled and tightened. She could feel him throb and twitch inside her. He had come too, but for that moment she cared about nothing and no one as she felt overwhelming rapture as her orgasm consumed her whole body. Overpowering emotions released in one split second followed by aftershocks of pleasure as she felt her warm juices running down her leg, she had come and come hard. 

Neither of them moved as they looked at each other intensely. He felt that they had been the only two people that existed that evening, but it wasn't the same for her. As far as she was concerned there had only been one person.

She brushed him away again as he tried to hold her. Having used him to fulfil her needs there was no reason for her to stay and she didn't want to. She dressed herself and casually stepped off the deck onto the gangway and walked back to her car as he watched, stunned and confused.

Still not a word had been said!