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Twenty Four Hours

By: M_Sirk



I was driving through the front gates when I realised there were lights on in the house. This was strange as my wife, Susan, had packed up and left me six months previously. I stopped the car and got out. There was music coming from inside too. I walked the rest of the way down the driveway, unlocked the front door and stepped inside. The music was loud - some godawful rock drone - but I couldn't hear any voices. I walked down the hall and, reaching the lounge room, saw pretty well what I expected to see. 

"You're making yourself at home," I said.

"I thought this was my home," said Rachel, my 18-year-old daughter. She was sitting cross- legged on the couch, one of my more expensive bottles of wine open on the coffee table in front of her.

I switched the music off and stood for a moment looking at the changes a year and a half had brought. Her reddish brown hair, which had been long when I last saw her, was now cut quite short and parted down the middle. Her face was quite tanned, and her freckles were not so prominent. There were numerous rings in her ears, one through here nose and a stud beneath her bottom lip. She wore a black T-shirt with some band name on it, a short red skirt, black leggings with holes on both knees, and heavy black boots. 

"What's all of that?" I said, pointing at her face. "You look like a fucking fishing lure."

She poked her tongue out at me. There was a stud in that as well.

I sighed, walked to the bar and poured myself a scotch. "So, where've you been for, what is it, two years?"

"Oh, here and there. We've got a place up north at the moment."

"You still with that loser?"

She almost rose to it but controlled herself. "If you mean Alex, yes."

I sat down in my armchair, sipped some scotch. It went down smoothly. "So, to what do I owe this pleasure? You need some money, I suppose?"

"Yes."

"How much?"

"Fifteen grand," she said quietly.

"Fifteen grand!" I whistled. "That's a lot of money. What would you be needing that for?"

A pause. "We're in a bit of trouble," she said finally. "We were minding something for someone, and we got robbed. It wasn't our fault. But now if we don't get the money…they've threatened to get Alex."

"Good. Improve the gene pool."

"Please, Dad." She sat up in the chair and stared at me intently. "I'll make it worth your while." 

"Is that so? And how will you do that?"

"I'll let you fuck me."

For a moment what she had said didn't register with me. I stood looking at her, I'm sure with my mouth open. 

"Don't lie," she said. "I know you always wanted to."

"When?" I asked, stupidly. I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Right now, if you want." She lifted one leg off the floor and planted her boot on the lounge. I saw through her leggings that she was wearing red panties.

I turned and walked back to the bar. I needed another drink. My mind was a riot of conflicting emotions. She was right - I had fantasised about fucking her for years. I thought I had managed to hide my desires from her, though, and was slightly annoyed that I had been so transparent. Then again, when you can afford most of the things you want like I can, I suppose it's hard to hide your feelings about the things you can't have.

I poured another Scotch and downed half of it. I walked back to Rachel and sat on a lounge chair facing her. I'd calmed down a bit now, and I could feel a little knot of excitement in my stomach. "What you're suggesting is…a little out of the ordinary" I said.

She shrugged. "I'm a little out of the ordinary," she said matter-of-factly. I was amazed she could be so flippant about this.

"What made you think I wanted to…?"

"Oh, it was obvious from the way you used to look at me. You'd always be hanging around the bathroom when I was in there."

"I didn't think I was so obvious," I said. "I thought it was funny. Anyway, I think it might be an interesting thing to do…If you want to."

There was an awkward silence. I finished my drink while she started another glass of wine, the two of us looking at each other all the time. Christ, she looked cute. To be able to fuck her…

Still, this was a business proposition, I told myself, and I've always been careful in business.

"Fifteen thousand dollars, it's a lot of money," I said again. "OK, I'll give it to you on one condition. That you're mine for 24 hours. You'll do anything I want, anything I ask you to do. Anything. Your body's mine. Is it a deal?"

She stared at me for a few seconds, no doubt imagining all the possible things I might do to her. I grew a little worried. Had I overplayed my hand? But then she nodded. "Okay," she said.

I looked at my watch. It was a quarter to seven.

I sat down beside her on the lounge and put my arm tentatively around her, feeling her thin shoulders - she didn't seem to have grown much at all in the time she's been away. I touched her freckled cheek with my fingers. Slowly, my mouth closed upon hers. I felt to my inexpressible delight her tongue slip into it, and I tongued her mouth in return. It tasted lovely. "Mmm," she said, withdrawing. My hand was on one of her small, firm breasts, squeezing it gently through the T- shirt material. 

I stood up, took her hands and started to walk towards my bedroom, then changed my mind and took her to her old room. 

It had been kept pretty well as she had left it - posters of pop stars on the walls, a scattering of toys on the bed. Once there, I put my arms around her slim body and kissed her again. She still only reached to my chin. I began to explore her body with my hands. My cock was growing hard in my pants.

Rachel took a step back from me and kicked off her boots. With her eyes remaining locked onto mine, she lifted the T-shirt over her head and threw it onto the floor. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath it and I saw her gorgeous, pointy little tits. I noted the tufts of brown hair in her armpits, her thinness - her ribs stuck out at the sides - and a piercing in her belly button.

She pulled the black leggings down her hips, revealing her red satin knickers. Sitting on the edge of the bed she pulled her leggings off, then fell back onto the bed, resting on her elbows and parting her legs. She smiled, enjoying, I was sure, the effect she was having on me. One hand moved down to her crotch, which she touched lightly with her fingertips.

"You want to see it?" she said.

"God, yes." I said, falling to my knees in front of her. "Show it to me. Show me your pussy." 

Slipping one finger into her knickers, she pulled the gusset aside, exposing her vagina.

Putting my hands on her knees, parting her legs a little more, I leaned forward until my mouth brushed against her wispy, reddish pubic hair. I began to lick her pink slit, pushing my tongue as deep into her as I could, tasting her. I could scarcely believe it - I was licking my daughter's cunt! 

I sat on the bed next to her, catching my breath, pulling at my belt. I undid my pants and pushed them down to my feet. My cock was straining at the material of my underpants. "Touch it," I said. I took her hand, and placed it on my cock, which she felt through my underpants. As her fingers slowly closed around the shaft she looked into my eyes. "Oh, darling, that feels good," I whispered. She bent down, slipping the waistband of my underpants down, revealed the red, shiny tip of my cock, then uncovered it completely and slowly took it into her mouth. I felt the stud on her tongue, which felt wonderful. Maybe these young kids had the right idea after all. 

I still felt like I was dreaming now. The fact that I was watching my daughter suck me off was information my brain found difficult to process. "Stop," I managed to say, putting my hand on top of her head. "I'm going to come." I kicked my pants off and, taking her by her thin shoulders, pushed her gently onto the bed where she lay with her legs spread. I got on top of her and the next thing I knew I my cock was inside her. After about ten thrusts I could control myself no longer and came with one of the most explosive orgasms I have ever experienced.

Withdrawing from her I lay by her side. I got her hand and placed it on dick, slimy now with her pussy juice, and she stroked it and played with my balls.

I began to explore her body from head to foot. It's not often you find yourself in bed with your daughter and I was going to make the most of it. I kissed her neck and nipples and buried my face in the now damp hair in her armpits and licked her salty sweat. I kissed down her stomach to her cunt, which was swollen and sloppy now with the sperm that had made her. I turned her over and kissed her back - she had a tattoo of a rose on her shoulder blades. I kissed her little round bum and, parting the cheeks, kissed her adorable little pink anus. After about 15 minutes I was hard again. I mounted her from behind this time and fucked her slowly. "Oh, Rachel, I love you, my darling," I said. "Why did you leave me?" She had her eyes closed, her head moving from side to side. I sensed she was about to come and managed to make my own orgasm coincide with hers.

I fell onto the bed beside her, now utterly exhausted. I couldn't think any more. I had no idea what I had done. We looked at each other but didn't say anything. I stood up, turned the light out. Rachel went into the bathroom to wash herself, then came back into bed. I wrapped my skinny little daughter in my arms and went to sleep.

I seemed to have slept only moments when I woke. It was light. Images of the night before flashed through my mind with an electric intensity. Only for an instant was I frightened about what I had done. Then my heart sang. I'd done it. I'd actually done it. I'd fucked my little girl! The world would never be the same as it had been yesterday.

But the bed was empty. Where was Rachel? I sat up and listened but I couldn't hear anything. I needed to piss and headed toward the bathroom. Then I heard the shower running. I stopped outside the bathroom door, listening. I opened the door.

The room was steamy and the shower curtain was drawn. I walked over to it, pulled it aside. Rachel covered herself up, instinctively, then let her arms drop. It was the first time I had seen her naked standing up. I watched the water splash on her breasts. 

"I used to wash you when you were a baby," I said. Getting into the shower with her I picked up a bar of soap and rubbed it over her tits and belly, got her to raise her arms and lathered up her hairy armpits. I put the soap into my left hand and began to soap her back, while my right hand moved to her pussy. Rachel groaned. She was holding on to a stainless steel rail set into the wall, her backside twisted towards me. I began to rub the soap over her buttocks, then in between them. My fingers brushed against her anus, which made her shudder. I pressed the end of the bar of soap against her arsehole, harder and harder until she opened up and it was half way into her. She squirmed, her back arching, her buttocks clenching and pushing at the soap, which I continued to force into her.

My cock was throbbing, my erection slightly painful from the need to urinate, but I liked the feeling. I let go of the soap and it popped out of her. Taking hold of Rachel by the hips, I pressed the head of my prick against the soft, soapy crevice of her arse - standing in the bath she was just the right height for this - and pushed.

"Oh," she said. 

"How does that feel?" I asked.

She was breathing heavily, but didn't answer.

I paused to catch my own breath. I felt the head of my cock was almost inside her. I began to push hard, the soap easing my passage into the tight opening.

Rachel exhaled sharply. "Oh, God!"

I was all the way in now. I began to slowly pump her, her hot young rectum squeezing my cock. 

"Do you like that?" I said, my voice thick.

"Yes," she said faintly.

"What am I doing? Tell me what I'm doing."

"You're fucking me."

"Where am I fucking you? Say it."

"My arse. You're fucking my arse."

"You're a little slut, aren't you, Rachel? I always thought you were when you were growing up. Tell me what you are. Say that you like your father doing this. Say 'Daddy'." 

"Oh God, I'm a slut, I'm such a fucking slut. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck my arse." I saw that one hand had dropped down to her cunt, and she was fingering herself. And then I couldn't hold on any longer and shot my sperm into her bowels.

I drew out of her slowly, walked to the toilet and had a long, satisfying piss. Rachel finished washing and stepped out of the shower, and I took her place while she dried herself with a towel. Then she sat on the toilet.

"Wait," said. I turned off the shower, wrapped a towel around me and squatted on the floor in front of her. "Spread your legs. I want to watch you." 

"I don't think I can she said. "Not with you watching."

"Of course you can. I used to change your nappies for you, remember?"

She looked down, concentrating. I watched her flat little belly rising and falling as she breathed deeply. Then I saw her urethra open and a stream of yellow piss came out. I put my hand into the stream, then raising it to my mouth tasted her pee. "Beautiful ," I said.

It was after nine. I rang Helen, my secretary, and told her to cancel everything on my schedule that day. I actually had rather an important business meeting on that morning, but fuck that

Then I went into Rachel's room. She'd put on the black T-shirt she'd been wearing yesterday and a pair of white panties, and was sitting at her dressing table. I told her I'd drive us into town and we'd have breakfast, then we'd pay a trip to the bank.

"There's one thing I want you to do for me though," I said.

I went to her bedroom and looked through the clothes in her wardrobe until I found the dress I was after. It was a simple, short, sleeveless cotton dress with a design of yellow flowers on pale blue, which had always been a favourite of mine.

"Put this on." I said.

"It might be a bit small for me now," she said.

"Try it."

I handed it to her. She pulled off the T-shirt and slipped the dress over her head. It was a bit tight on her, especially over the chest, but fitted well enough.

Suddenly I remembered my camera. "Wait a minute," I said, and went into my bedroom. I keep a digital camera in my bedside table so I can keep a record of the women I've fucked . (And you'd be surprised at how easy it is to get women to pose).

I returned to the Rachel's room, where she was sitting on the bed. "Okay," I said, raising the camera and taking a preliminary shot. "Stand up. Put your hands behind your head." She did so, and I took a close-up of her head, shoulders and hairy armpits. Then I moved back a bit. With her arms raised like that her short skirt was lifted so that her panties were visible, and I took a few more shots. I got her to pull her skirt up above her tits. Rachel seemed to be enjoying herself, thrusting out her chest and turning this way and that as I took some close-ups of her breasts.

"Right," said. "sit on the bed. Now lift one leg up, yes, put your foot on the bed. That's it. Now, part your legs." She did as she was told, smiling at the camera as one hand went to her crotch. She began to rub herself, a look of exaggerated lasciviousness on her face.

"Very nice," I murmured, sinking to my knees. "OK, let me see it now. Pull your panties aside. Let me see your cunt. That's it. I want to see more. Pull it open. Pull your cunt open. I want to see right inside you. As wide as you can." Slipping four fingers inside herself she obliged. I could make out her pee hole, and beneath, the pink hollow of her vaginal walls gaped open. Then I got her to turn over and go on all fours, her bum to the camera, and took some shots of her arse.

I sat on the bed next to her and let her look at the shots I'd taken so far through the viewfinder. "Have you ever posed for photos like this before?" I asked.

"No," she said, clicking through the photos. "It…doesn't look like me," she said.

"Yes it does," I said. 

I stood up, unzipping my pants and extricating my cock. "Suck it," I said. Rachel put one hand around the base and took it into her mouth as I held the camera to one side, taking some shots.

Behind her this time I put my hand on her hip, pushing her forward slightly, and slid my penis into her cunt. I raised the camera. "OK, look back at me," I said, and took a few more shots, her looking over her shoulder as, at the bottom of the frame, my cock was halfway into her.

Finally, drawing out of her, I told her to sit up straight on the bed. I stood with my prick pointing at her face, wanking myself with one hand. I was about to come. "OK" I said, "open your mouth." Rachel did as she was told. I raised the camera with my other hand and looked through the viewfinder, framing the shot just in time. I ejaculated into her mouth, most of it landing on her tongue and her teeth, and snapped the last picture.

I sat on the bed next to her feeling drained. Then, on an impulse, I took her face in my hands and kissed her on the mouth, my tongue slipping in so I could taste my sperm in there. 

As we drove into town I asked Rachel about what she had been doing since she left home, and she answered - or so it seemed - honestly. I asked her how many men she'd fucked and she thought about it and said four. When I made another disparaging remark about Alex she said, "Well, you've got a lot to thank him for."

"What do you mean?"

"This was all his idea," she said.

"His idea?"

"Yeah. To let you fuck me."

"And what made him think I'd want to do that?"

"He said all fathers do, and as soon as he said it I knew he was right. Well, about you, anyway."

I didn't know what to say to that. 

We went to a café near my office. I had bacon and eggs and Rachel had fruit salad and dry toast - she was a vegan she said. I sipped my coffee and gazed at my daughter, who looked more beautiful to me than ever. The thought that she had received my sperm in her mouth and her anus that morning amazed and delighted me. 

After breakfast we went to a branch of my bank, where I transferred half the money into an account she nominated. The remainder, I told her, would be deposited the following day.

Rachel went into a supermarket to buy some cigarettes. I sat down on a bench and watched people passing on the street. If only they could know what I had done.

I remembered I had arranged to visit Lina around midday. I reached for my phone to cancel, but then I had a thought. Imagine Lina and Rachel together… That could be interesting. God, I was impressed by my own perversity.

I went into a bottle shop and bought a bottle of vodka and one of scotch, and some orange juice. When I emerged from it Rachel was standing by the car, smoking. I let her in and we set off.

"Where are we going?" she asked, after we'd been driving for a few minutes.

"To visit a friend of mine named Lina."

She looked at me quizzically. "She's a girlfriend, right?"

"Uh-huh."

Fifteen minutes later I pulled up outside the block of flats where Lina lived (her rent paid by my generous self). We walked up a couple of steps and I rang Lina's doorbell. I had to ring a few times before Lina, her long, straight blonde hair wet from the shower, appeared. She wore a lemon yellow blouse and a towel wrapped around her waist. "You're early," she said.

I'd known Lina for about two years. She was a Ukrainian in her early thirties, a painter, model and sometime performance artist. She had what I though was a very striking face, with luminous green eyes and a pouty mouth. She was quite tall, half an inch taller than me, and her breasts were gorgeous - big and jutting, just starting to sag slightly but still wonderful. Their outline now, beneath the blouse, sent a thrill through me even now. She was an enthusiastic bisexual, and I'd had threesomes with her on numerous occasions. 


Twenty Four Hours



So much had happened in the last twenty-four hours that Jenny was glad just to sit for a moment. The hard wooden bench was uncomfortable but Jenny didn’t care she just wanted to rest. Her legs were aching her arms were scratched and bruised, her eye blackened and her lip was cut. She sat her eyes closed her head back against the cold concrete wall. For a couple of moments she felt safe, she felt serene calmness and once again she felt whole. 

"Miss Jones", whispered a soft voice gently repeating as Jenny eased open her bruised eye.

A woman in a police uniform looked down at her. It took Jenny a couple of seconds to moisten her mouth enough to speak.

"Yes" she replied in a croaking soft whisper.

"Miss Jones there is a woman here to pick you up, the desk Sargent says her name is Rebekah Northwood", said the WPC reading from a small piece of paper.

Jenny just smiled before closing her eyes again and pushing herself to her feet. She wobbled a bit as she felt her weight pressing on her aching legs. The WPC steadied her and helped her walk out of the room and into the main reception area. They suddenly stopped; Jenny looked at the WPC whose eyes had fixed, her mouth slightly open. Jenny followed her gaze and then saw her.

Rebekah Northwood or Mistress Rebekah as she was more formally known was tall with long straight black hair, her body was slim but she had perfect womanly curves. In short she was stunningly attractive. Jenny gazed at Mistress Rebekah and smiled broadly, she noticed her all-in-one leather cat suit and six-inch knee-high leather boots. In her hand she carried, as always, a riding crop. She smiled back at Jenny before moving closer. She leant into Jenny and spoke quietly to her.

"Are you alright my little one?"

"Yes Mistress I am", replied Jenny smiling broader than ever.

"That is good" replied Mistress Rebekah before glancing at the WPC giving her a little smile and then turning on her heels and marching out of the reception area pushing the doors open as she passed through them. "Come girl"; she shouted exiting the building.

Jenny quickly turned to the WPC, "thank you for everything"; she said hurriedly before quickly scurrying out of the doors behind Mistress Rebekah.

The WPC just stood there for a few seconds re-gaining her breath and her composure. 

Constable Gail Holloway walked to the changing room. It was the end of her shift. She was tired; it had been a long busy day. Although for the past two and half-hours the only things she could think about were the poor battered girl Jenny and her dominatrix. First she had thought how ridiculous the woman looked but the more she thought about it the more she realised she didn’t look ridiculous just very powerful. And that was one of the reasons that she hadn't been able to stop thinking of her. Gail undressed quickly and put on her casual civilian clothes. She practically raced out of the station and jumped in her little car. In a matter of minutes she was diving in through the front door of her flat. She threw her bag to one side and took her coat off leaving it slumped over a chair. 

Gail switched her computer on; she sat impatiently drumming her fingers as the computer warmed up. Eventually she typed her password in and connected the modem to the phone socked while it went through the start up process. She sat back down in her chair and tied her hair back in a ponytail. 

"Search", she said to herself.

Gail clicked on the search icon and entered 'Mistress Rebecca' before pressing the search button.

'223 matches' pinged up on the screen

Gail was surprised how many Dominatrix there were, she decide to narrow her search to the United Kingdom.

'UK Mistress Rebecca' she typed.

'14 matches' pinged up on the screen. That’s better Gail thought as she started to scroll down the list. She guessed that Mistress Rebekah must be based in London so she dismissed any other areas.

There were two Mistress Rebecca's based in London and after Gail had viewed their pictures she realised that this was going to be more difficult than she expected; neither of them were the woman she was looking for. Gail stood up and walked around the room thinking.

"Surname, what was it?" she said out loud, "North…something, um North, Northfield, Northwood!" she said with a jump and slight scream. Gail returned to the computer and typed in 'UK Mistress Northwood' hoping that this would bring her more luck she clicked on search and waited.

'1 match found' pinged up on the screen.

Without hesitation Gail clicked on the link and held her breath.

Big bold red letters flashed across the screen, when they came into focus Gail read 'Submit' and then 'Obey'. The screen flicked and swirled different colours, all the time Gail couldn't take her eyes from the screen. An eerie melody played but Gail couldn't quite make out the words, she strained to hear as her senses were bombarded with images and sound. Suddenly the music stopped and Gail could hear the words. They were soft; she still had to listen hard, the same two words over and over and over again, "Submit", and "Obey". Gail listened intently as the words trailed off into nothing. The screen went black before a picture of Mistress Rebekah appeared along side it said 'Welcome to Mistress Rebekah's World, you are most welcome. Gail realised why she hadn't found her previously, it was a pretty unique way of spelling Rebekah but Gail liked it. Next to the picture of Mistress Rebekah were four buttons numbered one through four, Gail moved her mouse pointer over the first button and clicked it.

Gail picked up her coat and bag and left the apartment making sure the door was closed firmly behind her. She waited patiently for the lift and entered it pressing the button marked G. Gail remained motionless as the lift descended to the lowest level. Gail exited the lift and made her way to her car. 

She pulled up into a parking space and started to walk briskly down the road. It was about seven o'clock and the sun was setting, the sky was a hundred different shades of orange. She kept walking, totally focused on the way she was heading and nothing else concerned or distracted her from this. She turned right down into a small lane with big black oak doors on each side. She made her way to the far end and stood in front of the end-most door looking up at the big cast Iron door knocker, took a big deep breath and pulled it back before letting it go. She did this three times before taking a step back holding her hands together in front of her waiting patiently.

Almost a minute had gone by before Gail heard any noise from behind the big Oak door. Gail looked up to see the eye hatch slide quickly open and an eye peer down at her. The hatch slid back closed and Gail could here chains and bolts jangling behind the door. Eventually the door was pulled open from the inside to reveal a small Asian girl. The girl looked about 18; she was dressed in tight black leather a corset top and skirts. She also wore very high-heeled ankle boots. Her hair was tied in a ponytail high up on her head. She smiled at Gail and waved her hand signalling for Gail to follow her. Gail rather nervously stepped inside and followed the girl down the dark corridor. The big oak door swung shut behind her with a bang making Gail jump. She was led into a very rustic looking room with a real wood fire and big leather armchairs. The girl signalled for her to sit and then took off down one of the dimly lit corridors that led off the room. Gail sat rather nervously on the edge of the seat clutching her bag to her chest. As she sat she started to take a look around the room, it reminded her of old English pub, lots of old dark wood, leather and polished brass. The heat from the fire was starting to make her perspire and she decided to remove her coat placing it neatly on the arm of the big chair in which she sat.

After about ten minutes Gail heard footsteps from one of the corridors. Into the room walked the girl followed by a man. He was wearing a black suit with a black shirt open at the collar. His hair was long but neat and he had a goatee beard. He smiled broadly at Gail and extended his arm to her.

"Hello my name is Dragonia, and who might you be?" he said still smiling broadly.

Gail cleared her throat and spoke; "my name is Gail, Gail Holloway".

"Well Gail, Gail Holloway how can I help you?" replied Dragonia his smile widening.

Gail smiled at his pun; "um well I am here for step one".

Dragonia nodded, "very good", he said before turning to the girl, "Ling prepare the rooms and get the others ready" before turning back to Gail and flashing another big smile.

Gail was confused she wasn't even sure why she had come here. What had possessed her to search for Mistress Rebekah let alone carry out step one?

Gail followed the man in the black suit down the corridor and into a perfectly white room. It had two doors exiting off to the right a couple of large white leather chairs and an old fashioned changing screen. Gail was directed to sit in the left-hand chair. Dragonia clapped his hand and the left-hand door swung open, three women who were dressed almost exactly the same as Ling entered through the door. He looked back and smiled again at Gail, "I am going to leave you with my girls for a while, if you have any problems tell Ling", he said before turning back and exiting out of the door.

Gail watched the three women, all very beautiful, all very slim Asians with ponytails and leather corset dresses. They even wore the same boots. Gail noticed however that Ling.'s boots were embroidered with a red dragon where as the other girl's boots were plain. The first girl took Gail's hand and asked her very softly to stand. Gail did before the three girls glided round her slowly unfastening and undoing her clothes. Her shirt was unbuttoned her jeans were removed and in no time at all she was stood in just her bra and panties. Gail was surprised at how relaxed she felt, she did however feel a little embarrassed especially when she glanced over to Ling. Ling flashed her a big smile. Next the girls pulled out material measures and started to measure her. They measured what seemed to be every part of her, from her head to her toes. Once they had finished the girls filed out of the room and Gail was left standing there. Ling had moved around behind the screen and emerged with a white towelling robe that she wrapped around Gail to keep her warm. Ling tied the belt before pulling Gail right up close to her and giving her a very soft kiss on the cheek. Ling then gave her a warm smile.

"Please sit", she said, "the girls won't be long".

Gail sat back in the big white armchair. 

Ling walked towards the door and went through it closing it behind her as she went. Gail was left alone in the white room.

Very quiet music was being piped into the room but Gail couldn't work out where the speakers were. It was a very soft haunting melody similar to that she had heard earlier on her computer. The door swung open and the two of the three women returned led by Ling. They were pulling a rail with them with lots of clothes hanging on it along with several shoeboxes and other larger boxes that Gail didn't really recognise. The three women silently moved to Gail and again raised her to her feet. They removed her robe and proceeded to remove her underwear before asking her to sit back down. Gail felt very conscious, she had a decent body, she had to stay fit in the police force but she didn’t really like being naked with strangers. The door opened again and the third woman returned carrying a large bowl of what looked like hot water. She placed it on the floor in front of Gail, before going to the larger box and opening it retrieving a large white towel a cutthroat razor and a bottle of white liquid. Ling came round behind Gail's chair resting her hands on her shoulders. Ling let down to her ear, she whispered "relax and close your eyes". Gail instinctively did as she was told and closed her eyes; she had more trouble relaxing though. Gail felt soft hands on her legs parting them; she felt even more vulnerable now but kept her eyes closed as she felt cold steel running over her legs. It felt nice, she had never had her legs shaved like this before, her disposable razor at home wasn't that good really and this felt like the hairs would never grow back. Gail actually started to enjoy the feelings as she relaxed. The razor was moving further and further up her legs all the way to the top. Gail jumped as she felt the cold razor start to take away her pubic hairs, she thought about protesting but she felt Ling's soft hand caressing her shoulders and thought better of it. Once they had finished she felt the liquid being applied to her shaven parts. Ling whispered back into her ear, "you shouldn't have to shave ever again". Gail opened her eyes and looked down, her legs were perfect and she was surprised to see her pretty little shaven pussy winking back up at her. Gail felt herself going red with embarrassment. 

Ling stood up in front of her and extended her hand. "Please stand", she said taking Gail over to the clothes rail. "Now we have an outfit for you that is the last thing that you will ever wear, of course this is only if Mistress thinks you worthy". Those words echoed round Gail's head. Gail watched as Ling pulled out a very short black leather skirt and positioned it for Gail to step into. Gail stepped into the skirt before Ling pulled it up and fastened it at the back. One of the girls then passed Ling a black leather corset; Ling wrapped the front around Gail before moving to the back and lacing it up. Gail then felt Ling put her foot on Gail's back so she could tighten it. "Breathe in bitch", Ling said as she pulled. Gail breathed in and felt the corset tighten around her. Gail's looked down to see her breasts looking back up at her. She found it difficult to breathe but took lots of little breaths. Ling smiled "The breathing will get easier, now get on your knees", she said taking a brush from one of the girls. Ling began brushing and styling Gail's hair and in no time at all she had it exactly like the others, a smart ponytail on the top of her head. Next one of the girls handed Ling a shoe box, which she opened pulled back the tissue paper and removed the pair of black leather ankle boots. The heel on these must have been five inches. Gail sat in her chair as Ling knelt to slip the boots on to her feet; she fastened them with two small padlocks. Gail had no idea where the key was. Lastly Ling brought out some make-up and applied some bright red lipstick. Ling took a couple of steps back, "stand up and turn for me", she said. Gail did as she was told. Ling clapped her hands together, "perfect" she said, "Mistress will be pleased". The three girls took the rail and empty boxes along with Gail's old clothes and left the room through the left-hand door. Ling took Gail by the hand and led her to the right-hand door.

Ling led Gail down one of the dusty dark corridors and into another room. It was a small room, with another door at the other side. "Now bitch, just remember this", said Ling, "That woman in there is perfect, she is a Goddess and you will treat her as such, do you understand?" Gail just nodded. "Never look directly at her unless she is talking to you, never talk without being spoken to first and most important always reply, Yes Mistress, do you understand?" Gail nodded again. Ling looked at Gail, kissed her on the cheek, "good luck", she said before opening the door and escorting Gail into the main chamber. 

Gail walked in eyes glued to the floor following Ling's lead. 

"Have her kneel before me", a voice boomed out across the room.

"Kneel down bitch", Ling said. Gail of course knelt.

"Look up girl I want to see what you look like", the voice boomed again.

Gail hesitated but then raised her head to look towards the voice. She recognised Mistress Rebekah Northwood sat in a very grand throne-like chair before her. There were two girls sat either side of her knelt dressed exactly as she was. Gail recognised the one to Mistress Rebekah's right as Jenny, she still had a bruised lip and black eye. Gail focused again on Mistress Rebekah; she was dressed in a black leather dress, very tight very revealing it had a split up the front that went up to her waist to show she was wearing black leather panties. She had black stockings and thigh-high black stiletto boots. Her hair was tied back but lower than her slave's and she held her riding crop in her right hand. She stood up, Gail felt very small against this hugely powerful woman in front of her, and it made her tingle inside. 

"Very pretty girl we have here Ling", Mistress Rebekah said closely inspecting Gail.

"Yes Mistress", said Ling lifting her head to speak and then lowering it just as soon as she had finished.

"Yes very pretty indeed", Mistress Rebekah said turning her back and returning to her throne.

Ling motioned for Gail to bow her head and Gail did as she was told.

Mistress Rebekah clapped her hands twice. Gail could hear lots of movement, she could see from the corner of her eyes that the girls sat each side of Mistress Rebekah has stood and walked off in opposite directions. She then saw movement from the opposite direction, she was sure four men just entered to replace the girls at Mistress Rebekah's side.

"Rack her", Mistress Rebekah thundered.

Two women came up behind Gail and lifted her to her feet leading her backwards against the wall. They extended her arms and fastened them in place with big black leather clasps. Her legs were also spread and clasped in place using the same leather clasps. Then lastly her neck was kept in place by a larger clasp. Gail couldn't move. She could now see the four men with Mistress Rebekah; two knelt on either side of her. They were naked. Gail caught a glimpse either side of her there were the women, two on each side. Jenny was just to her left. 

"Begin", Mistress Rebekah said, "Jenny you first my pet".

Gail saw Jenny curtsey to Mistress before standing directly in front of Gail. Jenny unfastened her corset and undid her skirt. Gail watched the naked Jenny, with a black eye and cut lip, strip naked before her. Her body was a little bruised but she seemed fine. Jenny lent into Gail and whispered "relax and be good and you will enjoy, fight it and it will be hard on you".

Gail took a deep breath, "what have I got myself into here", she said under her breath. 

"Flip her" Jenny said to a girl at the side.

Flip her? Gail thought, suddenly she felt her whole body starting to rotate against the wall; in no time at all she was upside down. Gail's eyes started to water slightly, but she managed to blink the tears away. Jenny took the sides of Gail's tight leather skirt and pulled it down around her waist exposing her newly shaven pussy. Jenny then lent over and started to lick and suck at Gail's pussy, Gail couldn't help but let out a moan as she felt Jenny enter her. Jenny suddenly stopped and stepped back, "flip her back", she said. Gail felt herself returning upright. Jenny moved right close to Gail and with venom shouted "you bitch will moan when I fucking say you moan and you will cum when I fucking say you cum, do you understand bitch?

"Yes", Gail said shaking.

Jenny lowered her head and then lifted it quickly hearing the response slapping Gail across the cheek. "Yes what, you pathetic whore?"

"Yes Mistress", Gail said quickly tears in her eyes from the shock.

"That’s better", Jenny said stepping back, "flip her back".

Gail felt herself being rotated back around until once again she was upside-down. Jenny slapped her legs, one by one, Gail was careful to bite her lip and not make any sound. Jenny stepped back to see her reaction and then smiled before she lowered her mouth to Gail's shaven pussy once again licking and kissing it. Gail felt wonderful she had never had a girl pleasure her orally, only guys and to be honest they hadn't been that good. It took every ounce of willpower for Gail not to scream out loud as Jenny parted her lips with her tongue and entered her. It was torture.




Twenty Four Hours



Gail could just about see over to where Mistress Rebekah sat. She sat on the edge of her seat intently watching the spectacle before her, as she casually swung her crop in her right hand. Gail felt Jenny's tongue dancing over her pussy, inside and out, her tongue playing with her clit and even round to her tight puckered asshole. 

"You like this don't you whore?" Jenny said between licks.

"Yes Mistress", Gail said breathlessly.

"Good now you can show me how good you are", Jenny replied. Jenny stepped back and lifted her skirt up round her waist to expose her equally shaven pussy. Jenny sat on a bench and pulled it up to under Gail's head before sitting on legs open and sliding her pussy up to Gail's lips. Gail started to lick and suck at Jenny's soft lips, licking up over her clit and sliding her tongue as deep as possible inside her warm wet hole. She could feel Jenny's pussy convulsing as she licked and sucked more and more taking her lips between her teeth and biting softly. Gail hadn't noticed but Mistress Rebekah had come to stand next right next to the couple.

"You are a good slut Jenny", Mistress Rebekah said quietly, "You may cum now". 

Jenny let out a huge scream; her whole body shaking as Gail felt warm liquid start to trickle down into her mouth. Gail was forced to drink the juices down or she would have choked. Once finished Jenny sat back up, stood in front of Mistress Rebekah and bowed her head. Mistress Rebekah put her hand on her head, "good girl, go and sit in my chair I will be there shortly." Gail then saw Mistress Rebekah turn and look at her; she was still fastened to the wall and had been rotated upside-down. Mistress Rebekah ran her leather-clad hand over Gail's thigh and up to her pussy. She dipped a finger inside her, withdrew it looking at the wetness on her glove and smiled before extending her hand to Gail's mouth. Gail opened her mouth and licked and sucked on Mistress Rebekah's finger much to Mistress Rebekah's amusement.

"Flip her back", Mistress Rebekah commanded stepping back to a safe distance.

Gail felt herself rotating again and returned to upright, she felt quite light-headed after being upside down for quite a while and it felt quite good if not a little dizzy. Mistress Rebekah clicked her fingers and the four men sat by her throne stood up and marched down to her, lining up just behind her, heads bowed. Gail quickly glanced at them - they were all dark haired, well built and very attractive. The most obvious thing about them was their complete lack of clothes. Mistress Rebekah turned to face them; she stood in front of the first one and did something. Gail couldn't see as Mistress Rebekah was obscuring her view. She then moved onto the next and then the next, the difference was obvious once she had moved as they were left with big hard erections in place of the smaller flaccid cocks they had before. Gail was surprised how easily Mistress Rebekah had made them so big and hard. Mistress Rebekah turned back to face Gail, "show this bitch how much of a whore she is", Mistress Rebekah said before turning to the right and stepping out of the way. 

The first man stepped forward; he took his now sizeable cock in his hand and proceeded to slide it inside Gail. Gail had never taken a cock this big before and had to once again bite her lip to stop herself screaming out as he thrust up into her pussy. Completely restrained Gail could do nothing but let this man pound into her, he kept pounding for at least five minutes before looking over to Mistress Rebekah who nodded, he thrust one more time before emptying his cum into Gail's abused pussy. Gail couldn't help but let out a little moan under her breath as she shuddered in ecstasy. The man removed himself and stood back in line only to be replaced by the next man. He did the same looking over to Mistress Rebekah before emptying himself into Gail. Then the next, then the next. After all four men had finished Gail left shaking in ecstasy, she could feel the cum seeping from her now full pussy and sliding down the inside of her legs, this made her shake more.

Gail closed her eyes trying to contain her overwhelming urge to scream out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. She hardly noticed the hand resting on her shoulder and the soft voice whispering into her ear.

"Gail you have done well", said the voice, "I am pleased with you", she said again, "you may now cum".

Instantly on hearing these words Gail came, her body shook all over wrestling with the restraints as her pussy contracted over and over, her breasts on fire as she felt all the blood in her body shoot into her clitoris and her swollen pussy lips. 

Exhausted she lost her footing and slumped against the wall, her hands and legs still restrained she just hung there. Gail felt weak from her experience, she felt blind and deaf. She could however feel hand all over her, every touch felt like a thousand touches and ever finger felt like a hand. She felt herself being lifted out of her restraints and being placed carefully down on the soft padded mat. She closed her eyes and fell asleep. 

Gail woke with a start, she was at home, she stood up and looked around, her computer curser was blinking on the screen, ‘Step 2’ it said. She looked in the mirror to see she was still dressed in her leather skirt and corset and boots. 

“My God”, she said aloud, “what do I do next?”



Twenty-four Hours



Men are so funny. All that macho and bravado and arrogance, it's a wonder they can accomplish anything. I don't know why they can never admit when they are wrong. If Jesse hadn't been so intent on proving his manhood, he would have never even dared to challenge me on my knowledge of Stevie Wonder. Come on now, e'rybody with breath in their lungs should acknowledge that I am the Queen of all Stevie knowledge and I keep a running catalog in my head of albums, songs, lyrics, release dates and general Stevie trivia. Hell, I could even name any Stevie tune in three notes. Don't step to the kid unless you are really sure of your bidness, cuz mama will have to embarrass you, and that's not ever pretty. Seriously, who on earth would even have the nerve to suggest that the birthday tribute to Dr. King wasn't released on an album? Everybody knows it was on Hotter than July, side two, the last track. Duh, that's Stevland Morris 101. I don't know what got into Jesse that day; usually he's not prone to being competitive but he insisted that he was right and it was winner take all. Imagine the look on his face when I pulled out my album, that right, I said my vinyl copy of the album and played it for him on my record player. You heard me, my record player. 

What did we bet? Well, the loser had to fulfill all the winner's sexual fantasies for 24 hours. Not a bad prize at all for something that took no effort on my part. I planned on making him work for it, too. On Wednesday, I gave him the list of things I wanted him to do. I spelled out every detail of what I wanted. I wanted to be awoken with his tongue on my clit, licking me to orgasm, I wanted to cum in public, I wanted to have at least one anal orgasm, and I wanted him not to cum for the entire 24 hours, no matter what I did to him. Pretty straight forward. pretty simple. He had three full days to prepare so there would be no surprises. He had an evil grin on his face for the rest of the week, planning and teasing me that I was going to be in trouble. Uhmmm, I think he was missing the point. I was the person who won the bet. I was the person that was going to get all my fantasies; I was the one that was going to be able to cum. If anyone was in trouble, it was going to be him. 

We decided that the twenty-four hours would start at 8 am on Saturday and last until 8 on Sunday. That Friday night, you would have thought that he was trying to make me into an Acrobat with Universoul Circus. He was flipping me and fucking me every which way till Sunday. He was working out everything he needed to be ready for his twenty-four hours of sexual servitude without release and I who was I to stand in his way? If I could be there to help him release all his sexual energy, well, a woman's gotta do what a woman's gotta do. That's just me, Ms Altruism, always thinking of others, benevolent to a fault. After all, isn't that what a great relationship is all about, compromise? 

Seriously, Jesse had the stamina of a teenager and the technique of a Tantric master that night. I came so many times I think I passed out. I vaguely remember saying to myself, "Damn, I'm going to have to sleep in the wet spot because I am going to soak the sheets from cumming so many times." I also vaguely remember him pulling out and shooting all over my stomach and feeling him clean me up with a warm wash cloth, but honestly, I was in such bliss, I couldn't swear in a court of law if he slept in the wet spot or if I did because I slept like a baby all night, knocked out, completely satisfied. It was the kind of sleep you can only get after a couple rounds of intensely satisfying sex. 

I felt the sun coming through the window, warming my face, and but that was most certainly not the first sensation that I awoke to that morning. As I began to stir, I could feel Jesse living up to his first assignment. I kept my eyes closed for a while, just languishing in the sensation, moaning ever so slightly. I was coming out of a peaceful slumber and I was well on my way to cumming again. I looked down and could see my baby camped out, making a breakfast buffest of my pussy. He took his fingers, spread my lips, and softly licked my hardened clit. 

"Good morning," I moaned, as I grabbed his head and held it tight to my mound. His tongue flicked quickly back and forth my sensitive spot and I almost jumped out of my skin. I couldn't even concentrate on holding his head because I was pulling my nipples, twisting them, humping my pussy on his mouth. 

"Good morning to you sleepy head," he said as he looked up momentarily, his face glistening with my juices. "You'll excuse me, but I have to get back to work." With that, his mouth went into over drive, licking my pussy in ways I don't think I have ever had it licked before. With just the right pressure, he sucked my clit, with just the right rhythm, he licked it too. He drove his tongue deep inside me and I fluttered and flicked me to the edge of orgasm. 

I was beside myself, losing my mind. "Oh dear God that feels delicious, what the hell are you doing to me? Whatever you do, don't you dare stop, don't you dare fucking stop. That feels so fucking good." I was bucking my hips in the air and Jesse had his arms around my thighs, holding on for dear life. I felt the sensations start, I felt the heat and the tingling at the same time. My breathing started getting more labored, I shut my eyes tightly and I was lost to the pleasure. "Oh baby, here it cums, I'm going to fill your mouth with my sweet pussy juice baby. Oh fuck, don't stop, yes, no, oh shit, agrhhhh." My body trembled with pleasure and I rode the wave. I glanced over and looked at the clock and it said 9. I had to wonder if he had been licking my pussy for an hour, if he had started late, or if had passed out again from such an intense orgasm. 

I wanted to just lie there and bask in the afterglow of post climatic bliss. Jesse had other plans. Good Lord, what did I do to deserve that man? I could smell the coffee brewing and the aromas of something really delicious. I stumbled to the kitchen and breakfast was waiting. That wasn't part of the deal but who was I to complain? Everything looked great, champagne, omelets just the way I liked them, chocolate chocolate chip muffins. What else could I ask for? I could have asked for a moments reprieve, actually. Jesse made me take off my robe and eat in the nude, which would have been rather decadent and fun if he hadn't been playing with my nipples constantly. Nothing gets me aroused more than having my nipples stimulated and he would put marmalade on them, suck it off, driving me insane with lust in the process and getting my pussy incredibly wet, and go back to feeding me. I couldn't take the teasing, it was too intense. Every time he would pinch and lick and suck my nipples, I would beg for him to ram his fingers in my pussy, finger fuck me, I was begging and pleading for him to just throw me on the table and fuck me. "Jesse Lamont, if you don't fuck me here and now I'm going to scream. Stop teasing me." He smiled at me like he didn't even acknowledge what I was saying. It was more than obvious he was in control and he wasn't going to let me cum, let alone fuck me like I wanted to be fucked. 

After breakfast, we made it to the shower to get ready for the day. I'd already had one of the most intense orgasms of my life first thing and my pussy was swollen and wet from being aroused during breakfast. Taking a shower with him was almost too much to take. Jesse's body makes me weak in the knees on any given day. That incredible brown skin, those shoulders, that chest. I can't take it; he's so beautiful, I fall in love with him over and over again every time I see him smile. Okay, damn, let me focus so I can tell you what else happened. So, here we were, in the shower, and he's soaping up my body with his incredible hands, running them over my flesh, down my back. Things get a little heated and we start kissing, his tongue is exploring my mouth, I'm grabbing his dick and I'm stroking him, I can see his eyes roll back in his head as I squeeze his hard shaft and start using both hands in a steady rhythm, the suds providing the perfect slippery sensation as he's grabbing my ass and telling me not to stop. I was rolling his balls around in my fingers and he was rubbing my clit and biting on my neck. 

Jesse grabbed my shoulders, turned me around, and pushed me against the wall. He grabbed my hips and I could feel the hot water running down my back. I braced myself, feeling my hardened, aching nipples on the cold tile. "You are going to give me some of this pussy, right here, right now," he said, and he took his dick and slammed it in me in one thrust. I let out a moan like a wounded animal and it was met with a grunt from him that reverberated in the tiny space. His dick felt delicious, sliding in and out of me, hitting my spot, pounding me, and stroking me. I was backing my ass up on him and it was all I could do to hold on. My knees were shaking and all I could feel was pleasure, when, without notice, he pulled out and fell against the far wall, squeezing his dick. I couldn't even think straight, I was so close to cumming and I just wanted to feel that explosion. He stumbled out of the bathroom before I could collect myself and it took me more than a few minutes to regroup. 

By the time I made it back to the bedroom, Jesse was halfway dressed and had my clothes laid out on the bed. That's not something he usually does so I figured it was part of the special day. I really didn't care what I was supposed to be wearing, I was too caught up in the fact that I was ready for this little dare to be over. The more I tried to tease him, to get him to throw me on the bed and fuck me, the more he pushed me away, telling me that he had plans for us. I can't remember the last time I was this turned on, my pussy felt so swollen and wet, I was aroused in a way you can only experience when you are truly in love, completely at ease with someone. 

He left me there to get dressed. It was a whole new outfit, tags and all. He knows my taste, that's for sure, The white linen skirt was long, to the floor, but it had a really high slit up one leg and the salmon colored shirt showed off the girls but not too much. I noticed that there was only a bra and no panties to I assumed that was intentional. I slid on the sexy little sandals and I had to admit he did a great job. It was really a very cute outfit; I couldn't have done better myself. When I was dressed, he grabbed my hand and we headed off to the local coffee shop hand in hand. Java Jazz was our little hide away. They played amazing jazz and had open mic nights and in this cozy little enclave that had sinful pastries and free wireless access. We settled in on one of the sofas and got the paper. I was oblivious, reading letters to the editor when Jesse reached over, put his hand on my exposed thigh, and whispered, "Spread your legs for me." In an instant, I was aroused again, but this time, I was looking around to see who could see us. There were a few college students deep in their books and another couple sitting at a table not far away, engrossed in each other. I tried to push his hand away but there was no use. "Baby, come on, enough is enough, this was fun and all but the game is over, we don't have to keep this up." I was nervous and tingling with anticipation at the same time. 

He looked me deep in my eyes and said, "spread your legs for me," and I'll be damned if my legs didn't respond to his command automatically. Paranoid we were going to be arrested, and knowing damn well that I'm not the most quiet person in the world when I cum, I was trying to concentrate on watching the reactions of the other people. It had always been my fantasy to be daring, to be somewhat of an exhibitionist, but to not get caught. All I had to do was look at Jesse and he made everything seem okay. I turned to face him and spread my legs. He kept his focus directly on me; he didn't divert his gaze for a moment. His confidence made me that much more aroused as I felt his fingers spread my lips. I bit my lower lip and tried to muffle a moan and I realized it was going to be a lot more difficult than I had originally thought to be discrete. The way I was seated, I was sure no one could tell his hand was under my skirt but my heart was racing so face, pounding out of my chest. 

I bit my lip and tried my best to muffle my moans. Jesse had a sly smile on his face and he kept whispering things in my ear. "Damn, your pussy is so wet. MMMM. Does that feel good right there? Is that your spot baby? Are you going to cum for me? His fingers were probing deeper and my breathing was getting more labored. I glanced over and the couple that was previously engrossed in one another was focused on intently on us. I couldn't tell from the way they were sitting but it was entirely possible that he was fingering her as well. I saw the look on her face. I'm sure it was the same one that I had, fighting desperately not to lose my composure. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I shut my eyes tightly and prayed that my tiny moans of pleasure weren't audible to everyone in the entire place. "Jess, please, stop. Oh, please, I can't take much more. I'm going to cum, please stop." He started fingering me harder, deeper, first one finger, then two; I was squirming and trying to hold my breath. I was trying desperately not to cum, to fight the feeling but I realized that it was an exercise in futility. I could feel my juices flowing freely Jesse started using his thumb to rub my clit. I grabbed the edge of the sofa and I held on tightly. (Breathe heavily) Never before had I experienced an orgasm in such silence before. I opened my eyes and tried to get my bearings. I got my breathing under control and my sweetie was sitting there smiling and discretely smelling his fingers. I grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door right before I glanced back and saw the woman seated at the table, gripping the arms of her chair and her breasts heaving like she was in the middle of her own special moment. 

Once outside, in the bright afternoon sun, walking back towards our apartment, once I had collected myself from that fantastic experience I was livid. I punched him in the arm. "JESSE, you could have gotten us arrested. When I said in public, I MEANT in our car, or maybe in a dark secluded corner of a smoke filled bar where no one could see. NOT in the middle of the day with other people sitting 15 feet away. Are you crazy?" 

He just smiled and pulled me close to him. I was standing on my tiptoes and looking up at his beautiful face, his hands were cupping my ass and I could feel the thickness of his dick against me. He said something but I'll be damned if I know the hell he said cuz I was so caught up in wanting to kiss him. Damn, he is so fine. Phew.

Anyway, we headed off to enjoy the rest of the day. We went to the farmer's market and got some fresh produce and spices, some bread and wine to go with the scallops and shrimp we were planning for dinner. We went to the home improvement store to get some new patio furniture for our balcony but we couldn't find anything we liked. We couldn't go more than 15 minutes without stopping to kiss and grope each other because we are just so hot for each other. The whole day was filled with erotic tension. I'm sure people were like, "Get a room," but we didn't really care. 

All our errands done, we headed home to enjoy a lazy afternoon of watching marathon episodes of Law and Order on TNT. We fixed dinner and ate wine and yelled at the TV screen and wondered why, in 186 years of the show, Jack McCoy has never had a male assistant. After dinner, we snuggled on the sofa. I was in between his legs and we were both in a state of half undress. His arms were tightly around me and he had pulled my breasts out from my bra and was playing with my nipples casually and making sure that I felt his erection poking me in the back. After our fourth back-to-back episode, it was more than apparent his attention was not on the State of New York, the police who investigate crimes nor the district attorneys who prosecute them. He kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, "You realize I still have to make you cum in your ass tonight." 

"How do you do that," I said, "How do you get me so hot for you in less than three seconds?" Jesse knew my absolute most intense orgasm came from being stimulated anally. He had saved the best for last. I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bedroom. I was anxious to get things underway considering for the last twelve hours I had been teased and pleased in ways that are almost indescribable. I knew this was going to be fireworks. We were pulling our clothes off and leaving a trail all the way to the bed. I felt his entire weight on top of me and wrapped my legs around him tightly. We kissed passionately for what seemed like an eternity. I could feel his dick rubbing sensually against my lips; his mouth kissed it's way down my body, licking my navel, tasting my fingers after I fucked myself. 

I was sick of the tease and I decided it was time to move things ahead. I push him off me, rolled over, and go up on my knees. I put my head down on the pillow and I reached back to spread my cheeks. "Baby, I don't know why but you know I love when you lick my asshole, please, boo, put your tongue in me. Drive me crazy the way you do. You know it makes me feel so good."

Never one to disappoint, he started rimming me, making my eyes roll back in my head. If it wasn't bad enough that his soft wet tongue was driving me insane, he was rubbing my clit at the same time. I started moaning so loudly I'm sure the upstairs, downstairs and next-door neighbors could hear. I was out of control. "Baby, don't stop, whatever you do, don't stop. I'm begging you, it feels so good." 

Now what on earth would make me think that he was going to listen to a word I said? When I was gripping the sheets tightly and mumbling incoherently, this black motherfucker had the nerve to stop. I'll be damned. "No please, put your tongue back, it feels so fucking nasty, it feels so fucking good, I love it, don't tease me. I wanna cum, I want to cum in my asshole. Please baby, don't tease me. Please. It feels so good. 

The next thing I felt was the coolness of the lube being applied to my asshole. He was rubbing his finger around on it and I got goose bumps thinking about what was going to come next. He was stroking my cheeks and teasing me, putting his finger in me ever so slowly. There's something about anal stimulation that feels so primal, so earthy, so intense for me. He was working his finger in and out and I was grunting like an animal. I'm not even sure I realized that he had exchanged his finger for his dick until I felt both hands gripping my hips tightly. 

"Okay, baby, follow my instructions, Okay?" His words were calming but my temperature was on high. I did everything he told me to do. I pushed when he said push, I squeezed when he told me to, I stayed as still as a statue when he told me not to move. I trusted him to take care of me and he knew exactly how to control the situation so I got maximum pleasure. 

"Okay baby, I'm almost all the way in, I need you to take a deep breath for me so I can give you the last inch of this hard dick. You like that, don't you girl" he said. I grunted my affirmation and took a deep breath. He was all the way in and I was about to lose my mind. He held perfectly still, waiting for me to get accustomed to his size. I always let him know when I was ready to get fucked because I would start grinding my phat ass back on him, to stir it up and get to that place where I felt like I was experiencing pleasure in every pore in my body. He grabbed my hips and started working his dick in and out. I buried my face in the pillow to keep my moans of pleasure from having someone call the police. I was chanting an erotic mantra, "It feels so good, it feels so nasty, it's so deep, harder, it's so tight, don't stop, dick my ass, dick my asshole, make me feel it, yeah, I love your hard . . . oh shit . . . no. . I'm . . . fuuuuuuuuuck. 




Twenty-four Hours



I felt his hot cum splash on my back. We collapsed on the bed, exhausted and drained. He pulled me to him and I was drifting in and out of consciousness. "Damn girl, I didn't hold up my end of the bargain. I came and I wasn't supposed to. I guess I'll just have to make it up to you with another twenty-four hours of complete sexual servitude to you." 



Twenty Four Hours



Getting out of the shower, I watched him on the bed leaning up on one elblow, totally naked with that wanting smile on his face. He looked back at me and he did not have to say anything as his fingers slowly massaged his hardness. A gestured silent invitation of what he wanted.

It had been a few days since I was able to ride him. I too was wanting desperately. To get the most out of him was going to be obvious. This was going to be hot sticky sex and I was going to call "his shots" literally. My gift and a long ride to a wonderful climax for us both.

His teasing was usual. Over the years we had grown to know what was to be expected like all healthy sexual couples. He had aloud to let his chest hairs grow, which I loved with shaved face and clearly shaved pubes around his cock and balls, enhancing them, drawing my attention to them. I smiled, removing my bathrobe and kneeled on the bed beside him, letting him gently cosset each of my breasts softly, giving attention to my aroused nipples whilst I took his throbbing cock in my grip.

He lay back, moaning softly to my touches, my stroking whilst he slightly raised his hips in response. He was not far from coming. He had either anticipated having sex while I was in the shower, or the sight of me watching him stroking had him in a state of almost on edge. Each time I moved my grip upwards around the base of his glans, tiny streams of precum began to emerge, running over my playful fingers.

I was not going to waste his "gift" for me. I so much needed it there and then as my love juices began to flow between my yOni lips. I took him into my mouth and slowly began to suck, using my grip to pump him gently to his orgasmic release, filling my mouth with warm loads of thick man cum. With my other hand and fingers I began to play with my clitty, already swollen with my excitement. 

His creamy gift seemed to continue coming, filling my mouth with more warm spunk with its exquisite taste. I let him taste my juices from my fingers, he sucked and moaned louder, calling out my name. It was what he wanted, even though still fresh and almost tasteless after my shower, the thought it was my juices seemed to drive him crazy. The best was yet to come as I swallowed and held his flaccid yet still half erect cock in my hand...

We both exchanged words of love and devotion to each other, embarking into a deep meaningful passionate kiss.

During our passionate kissing he did not mind the taste of his own cum on our tongues and lips. I straddled him, locking his cock firmly between my yOni lips and waiting for him to harden once more. I could feel the heat of his balls between my buttocks as we continued to kiss. 

I loved it when he called me offensive names in my ear. My favourite was "You fucking dirty slutty cunt." For some reason it made me feel good, so true and he knew it I suppose. A description I earned over the years of my sexual freedom. But obscene though it was. I would be deeply offended if someone told me that if I was not in the throes of love making.

He requested to "eat me out" which had been a while. Over the months I had transformed the way he did it slowly, so that he would make it feel more like it was another woman doing it to me, knowing that I needed that fem-on-fem intimate contact of making love through meaningful oral sex because I missed my female lover.

We moved to the couch where I could get comfortable and slide forward. He moved between my raised thighs and I was wide and open. It was up to him to make me feel a deeply sexual woman as I prepared myself for some amazing orgasms. I hope he was ready to take my releases and drink my love until I was taken to my ultimate. I was so hot, there was no telling when that would be.

He gazed up at me as he moved in closer. Again, no words needed to be said.

He did exactly what I wanted him to do. He teased my waxed outer lips gently, round and round with his tongue using his fingers to open me wider, dipping them in so that I could feel them on my sensitive internal tissue, vaginal opening and pee hole. I could feel tingling running up and down my spine at the same time as my opening fully relaxed. My clitty, denied of attention was patiently waiting and then that first gentle touch with the tip of his tongue made me gasp. It felt like electricity had just shot through my body.

He placed two fingers inside of me and twisted, using his thumb on my clitty. He was in every sense finger fucking me, two then three, twisting them, perhaps a stray finger in your anus, and licking my clit with his adept tongue, slowly taking me to the edge. It became a combination of riding my orgasm and at the same time releasing my juices for him to swallow. When I groaned and cried out uncontrollably, he would remove his fingers and drink "my gift for him", anything from a trickle to a full squirt each time, depending on how wild it made me. Absolutely amazing!

Usually, I was always ready for more of those tiny (multiple) orgasms, barely recovering from the last and almost driving me into a state of unconsciousness. Once at that level, you can ignore your surroundings quite easily. It was you and your almost endless orgasms. You cannot forget the man doing that to you, as your hands reach out to his head to run your fingers through his hair. The more you do that, the more he gives until your whole body goes numb.

Once again, you both kiss passionately, showing both lust and love for one of nature's gifts. Sharing his fingers in your mouth gives that amazing taste of sex, made within your own deepest intimate parts. It was time to ride his cock and seek more pleasure.

When he stood up his cock was already standing to attention. He was incredibly hard, almost upright and dribbling with even more precum. It was obvious that the oral sex he had performed on me had made him intensely horny. I could not stop him from placing his idle fingers into my now wet and sticky yOni and sampling the taste as he took his cock in his hand, almost begging for more of my taste of sex.

We were both wanting. Our sexy venture was not over, but he now seemed the more desperate partner. I, the most willing. Whatever pleased him in foreplay also pleased me. He wanted me on the bed and to kneel, thighs open, doggy style. I hoped he would not enter me yet, but instead he turned me to the edge of the bed so that he could get his face between my buttocks, spreading them with his tongue licking my yOni lips and anus. It felt totally amazing, making me almost edge an orgasm, but I waited for it. His hand slapped my buttock hard. Whether I liked it or not, I had to take it and make him feel pleasured by doing it. He continued for a while, changing his slaps from one buttock to the other until he had enough. His cock still remained hard and erect, and he had consumed all of my love juices, for the present moment.

I took myself from the bed and held him tightly; deep passionate kisses to let him know that it was time to get down to our "shared" moment of sex. Riding that amazingly hard cock of his that would only fit part inside of me during the first few thrusts in the over excited state he was in.

He confessed to me that he wanted to fuck me doggy style. Having my preference to riding him "jockey" style I was disappointed. Riding him was always great for me and I began to wonder if I was being unreasonable? It was true; we had not done doggy style in months. It took away the enjoyable control I needed. With him being too hard for me, he tended to get too rough and it hurt sometimes. We think we are compatible, but not always. After giving birth twice, I am still unable to stretch for those ferocious thrusts he can make during his sexual excitement. Jockey style I can "adapt", having control over both our thrusts, mine especially.

My love for him goes very deep and I know it is visa versa. All those years he had put up with me safely having sex and at one point through my curiosity, he rescued me. I was the lucky one, not him. And so our marriage vows dictate that I now totally belong to him, no matter what, and I know he would never hurt me.

He sat on the bed and lay down, propping his head on the supporting pillows. A sign that he had agreed to my wishes. I gave him a smile in return as I straddled his hips, his cock now touching my belly. With both hands gripping his shaft gently I pulled back his foreskin exposing his very silky smooth glans wet with his precum. I loved the look and feel of his veins, pulsing and throbbing with his blood, almost wanting me to hand job or blow him once again. He returned his smile and that sound he made drawing in his breath which told me he was ready for whatever I had in mind to satisfy him.

I hitched myself up and placed his cock between my yOni lips, allowing myself to ease him into me gently. He was so hard, I concentrated on releasing my automatic kegels, so that I could get him deep inside. His eyes watched, no doubt feeling my initial tightness. He raised his hips slightly, anticipating a thrust inwards on his behalf. I could soon feel him deep inside of me, but as usual, not all of his entire length. His girth was no problem, which made that initial thrust downwards easy.

At last I was in my favourite position, leaning forwards with my hands on his shoulders as we once again passionately kissed. His cock now sliding nicely into place as I began my gentle slow jerks, feeling him exactly where I wanted. Both of us felt something good as we began to groan and thrust within each others time. This could now go on forever as far as I was concerned. He responded by holding onto my buttocks, spreading them to make things feel good and much more easier at that point. No spanking this time. Just squeezing gently.

To get the full effect of me riding him I knelt up, thighs across his hips. Soon, we were literally screwing like mad amidst our moans of ecstatic pleasure. I could feel his cock deep inside of me. The feel and sound of my own love juices had already lubricated our rhythm. Once more I could naturally tighten my kegels around his dick. My thrusting downwards was all it needed. My control on my edging orgasms one after another, and holding back on the "big one". His hands massaged my breasts, paying attention to twisting and pulling my nipples as I ran my manicured fingernails through his thick chest hair. I loved the feel of his chest hair in combination with my riding on his cock, no longer feeling so hard, but just right in the midst of my own creamy, sticky cum. The air was filled with the aroma of our sex, which only made us more excited.

After a while, he told me that he had cum, groaning out loudly. But there was no reason to say anything. I could feel him shoot his warm load into me and a sign for me to edge my final orgasm into my climax with his, long and prolonged, which he assured me was much better second time around in his case. My cries and quaking of amazing experience was well timed with his. It was always a mystery to him how I managed to achieve that, but it was simple. Compared to the number of orgasms he himself could achieve, I could easily amass more than him naturally.

He pulled me towards him, both of us wanting to show our affection in the usual way. And, in sex there was not only foreplay. I was a great admirer of "afterplay". Slowly his cock became flaccid and slid from my kegel grip with help of our juices. It would be hours before I could make him hard again But that did not stop him from fingering me, collecting our juices and placing his fingers in my mouth to suck. His method of afterplay no doubt?

My idea of afterplay was different and more romantic. We would share a shower together, but before soaping each other up I would want to taste our sex. We would both enter the shower and the cascade of refreshing warm water. He would stand and I would squat before him, gripping his thighs, taking the whole of his limp large cock into my mouth and throat as much as I could. The feel and taste was so devine, and looking up at his expression as he moaned increased my enjoyment even more.

I loved the way he would soap my hair, running his fingers through my dark blonde locks. It had always been a wish of his when I was younger to grow my hair longer, but that was for me to decide. There he would cross my personal line as it were. Even though today, since our marriage, we had special vows where I was his, I still kept some of those personal limits.

If I liked the taste on his cock I would deep throat, even though he was not erect. I loved to gag on it, covering it with my saliva. Over the past years I had learned how to deep throat on men, hard or soft. The most amazing way was to do it by gagging pleasantly. It was psychological. You were actually choking on a cock and giving him pleasure, which in turn would give you pleasure.

To my surprise, I must have been doing something good. I could feel him slightly hardening once more. We stood up facing each other in that warm cascade of water, kissing deeply, touching so sensitively our hyper erogenous zones as we began to finally wash each others bodies. This was one of many ways of afterplay to me.

It is always good to know those erogenous zones. Those parts of the body that when touched or caressed make you "turned on" or horny. My most exposed is my earlobes and inner thighs. Kiss or lick them and I go crazy, wanting more and most of all wanting sex if they are indulged too much.

That day we were all alone and in no fear of having our freedom restricted. After the shower we decided to remain as nature intended... naked, in the warm tropical sunshine of our villa swimming pool. There was plenty to drink. I had my merlot and him being a typical UK city body from Newcastle, he had his supply of cans of beer.

We were two people technically from different British backgrounds. I was I suppose, the more "cultured". Without me, we would not be living the lifestyle we had, and this I am sured commanded some control over him on my behalf despite our new marital situation. So far, marriage was good. Over the past years, I had been given sexual freedom and not many young mothers with partners had that position in life.

Whilst he was on the poolside li-lo, I returned to him to hand him another can of beer. It had been a good few hours since our last sexual playtime that morning, and despite the amount of beers he had drank over the past hours he was hard once more. I looked down at him and we cuddled-up. I was curious as to what made him so horny but never asked. I did not need to. That kiss he initiated and the way he ran the cold can along my thigh was enough. It was obvious he had wanting thoughts, but I was hungry for lunch.

We agreed to go into town for a late lunch, just a short cab ride away from our villa. Already it was becoming sunset as the days were still short even in the mid winter Mediterranean. But there was something he needed to do and that was fuck me doggy style before we embarked on our evening.

Again, there was that incompatability. I could not take it in my ass doggy style. I was not naturally made to take his cock without pain, him being big and me being small, and so the next best thing was obviously my yOni, which I could accommodate quite easily.

In his younger days he would often enjoy fucking in this way. Missionary or jockey was something rare until he and I met, and of course began fucking on a regular basis. The first sexual experience I had with him was giving him a casual blow job. No love involved although despite our age difference he was slowly making me "like" him until it turned into real love between us. He was surprised to find out that I was not a virgin, but from the occasional fucks, I was a blow job slut because I loved it so much no matter what age I shared oral sex with.

I began to kneel on the li-lo and leaned forwards so that my buttocks were in the highest point. That way he could stand comfortably to open me up. He used his fingers deep inside of me first stroking my g-spot to help make plenty of my creamy love juice. It felt good, but not as good as full penetration. I asked him to do me a favour and make me cum first so that I could enjoy a full orgasmic climax and make myself even more wet and sticky.

He slowly played with my clitty, fingertips pressing and turning until I could feel myself getting closer and closer by the second. Again, he began to call me offensive names which just made it all the more exciting. I was cumming hard and fast and did not expect such an amazing release. I do not often squirt so much, but this one I could feel and hear like it was a hose going off. It always surprises me where it all comes from, reinforcing the theory that most of it is actually pee.

This gave him no hesitation as he grabbed my buttocks and thrust deep inside of me as far as I could take him. Still riding my orgasm, I was almost oblivious to him. He held himself inside until I began to stop quaking and then took long slow strokes into me. The feel of his hardness was compensated by my kegels, tightening around him. I just hoped he would not spank me... something I really did not like.

I could feel his tightening grip on my buttocks and that tell tale hint that he was about to cum. His moaning turned to one long groan and then the breathless silence as I felt his body quake. I too was close to orgasm, but not quite, when I felt his load of gorgeous warm cum shoot deep into me. There was one thing he insisted upon which I allowed him to do and that was let his final load release between my yOni lips. I wished sometimes they were the lips around my mouth so that I could taste.

What I did do though was put my fingers inside of myself and smear his cum on my lips and tongue to share in a passionately deep kiss. He did not mind the varied tastes of his own cum and our sex.

He insisted I wore the tight burgundy figure hugging low cut dress he had recently purchased for me. The cost of which I was left guessing because it had been made by a private dressmaker in San Antonio. I loved it no matter what it cost and it was priceless. The only underwear he insisted upon was black lycra stockings and matching suspender belt. He himself had chosen his olive green jacket and black slacks, which left little to the imagination when he was aroused. He loved to use body language to flirt silently with other woman and those like me who liked their men to sport dark chest hair, a half buttoned white shirt. He looked good enough to eat before we had a chance to let the evening go by. No nightclubs this time. This was to be a romantic dinner for two at our favourite beach restaraunt.

Normally we would ask out local friends, whether a meal or a night out clubbing, but he explained to me how much he wanted this particular evening to be ours alone together. To me that was cool. We had never done such a thing in a long time and with our daughters staying with friends, the whole night and following morning was ours. When you have children adult quality time was hard to "come" by in many ways than one.

At the restaurant it was difficult to avoid male acquaintances who admired me. I could feel their eyes looking at me, especially wearing that tight dress and leaving nothing to the imagination. Often, some would see me topless at the beach parties and usually make a bee line for me for a chat. I was only average when it came to breasts, which proved to me that most men did not really care that much for the larger woman in the boob stakes. It was just a novelty. What they really wanted to know is how you performed in sex, and to those alpha males, how much you can satisfy, just like it was in high school or college. That is where I learned not to succumb to most of their desires and wants for them to lay you, to sexually conquer you. With me they would mostly have to accept a hand job, which was satisfying even to me. There was nothing more amazing at the time of how much you could make him liberate his fountain of creamy desire... fast and furious sometimes, allowing me to learn my techniques.




Twenty Four Hours



My dress allowed my shoulders to be exposed and a strange man approached us at our table whilst we were eating. He stood at our table and closer to me to place one hand on my shoulder, freely touching. He was looking at my body, my emphasised boobs, asking where we had come from. Perhaps that was only part of his reason for being intimate by chance. I remained silent as my man answered his questions, enjoying the attention I was getting. The man seemed to be new to the island and a sight-seer in many ways. Their conversation continued for quite a while as the gazes of the man became more intent on my body, still with his hand on my shoulder. I smiled and winked at my companion, and calmly he asked the man, "You wouldn't be wanting to fuck my wife by any chance would you?"... I did not expect that remark and neither did the stranger who apologetically moved on.

Apart from the usual marriage vows, there was a rule. I accepted it, again for the number of years of sexual freedom he had allowed me over the years. That rule was quite clear to me, and if by any chance he would bring along another man or woman, he would insist watching us have oral sex and at the end, reaching his climax, share his cum on my face. We had already done it once since we had been married to break the ice.

The third person was a work colleague of his, handsome and young. I confess, I enjoyed every moment of the act. He said I would and promised that if it should happen again, then I would never be disappointed. These were his terms and I was willing to obey. It was now time to become a responsible wife and mother to our children, and those earlier days of being "unfaithful" on my own selfish part were over.

In the restaurant we enjoyed a variety of local sea food. The best I have ever tasted and the reason we had chosen that place. Sea food to both of us was an aphrodisiac, especially with the right white wine chosen again by the trusted waiter, Stephano.

Stephano was one of many young locals I had fancied. And, Stephano was one who I had chance to make love to during one of my visits on vacation to Ibiza. I knew he still remembered by the way he grinned and winked at me, although it had been a good few years in the past. He had left me with great memoirs of amazing sex and so filthy that I can hardly believe I had got involved. Stephano was one of those who took sex to its limits, especially when he had the obligations of delivering exactly what I desired. Sex with Stephano in those days lasted all night through, from dusk till dawn and personally I would love to go there again, despite the fact that we were both ten years older now.

I dare not ask my man to suggest one of his threesomes with Stephano. That would have to remain in his hands, although he probably knew how much I would love it for old time sake. Just to experience that amazing oral sex either way. It was something my man had to want desperately. But Stephano could fuck amazingly well, and the rules were oral sex only. My man would no longer allow another man's cock inside of me, even though I trusted myself to take precautions.

As our gorgeous waiter delivered the wine and moved from our table, I could not help gazing at him. "Don't bother. He isn't yours any more..." My man told me. I knew he would make a comment. Not only was I gazing, but I was growing moist on the thought of those unforgettable evenings. Still, I can always remember and fantasise.

Once dinner was over, we headed for the restaurant veranda, lit up by chains of LED lights. The sun had already set hours previously leaving the night sky covered in a light cloud reflecting the lights of the clubs in the area. The cool winter Mediterranean breeze felt good on my skin, but what was more enchanting was the way he took me into his arms and we kissed. That feeling had never changed over the years for either of us. It still gave me shivers down my spine, and like the first time, it still had that special magic. Amazing what a deep meaningful kiss can do to you. Nobody else but my fem lover could do that to me.

I told him I loved him as I locked my fingers between his on both hands, and he replied likewise squeezing them and then telling me what I was doing to him in a low sexy voice. It was time to leave and return to our villa. There was plenty to do despite the amount of food and drink we had consumed. No matter what, it was time to play once more.

I could feel the cool breeze between my thighs and even more in my naked groin where the coolness seemed harsher. I was wet and thoughts, not only of Stephano, who watched us from a distance, of making love began to make me horny.

He took my hand and out of sight of those around. He let me feel his semi erect cock in his trousers and shorts beneath. "It's all yours if you want it..." he whispered in my ear, gently kissing and licking it, turning me on even more. Of course I wanted it. At that moment I wanted all of him and him to want me. Make me feel so special.

Our cab had arrived, but I could not help give Stephano a smile. My man did not mind. He told me that in his eyes it was momentary flirting which only made me all the more aroused. He knew the kind of sexual imagination I had and yes, I was still capable of being a slut. Stephano, if it was allowed, would only have to let me have his cock and I would gladly let him soak me with those almost endless loads of thick creamy cum, drenching me and making my body sticky wherever they landed. I just wondered who the lucky girls, women or even men were who had that pleasure now. Thinking about it, I imagined that awesome stench of his spunk.

Once we reached the villa there was silence apart from the sound of chirping crickets. He began to unzip my dress at the back before we had even entered, unwrapping his second dessert of the evening I suppose. The thin straps fell from my shoulders and immediately the dress fell from my body, stepping out of it as it reached my heels. Just black stockings and suspenders and my buttocks exposed for him to caress.

In an instant he made my nipples stand to attention as he began to pull and twist. I just loved that feeling that sent shivers into my groin. My own hands did not remain idle as I felt around and discovered that he had already somehow freed his cock. He was quick, and it made my next desired move much easier, running my gripping fingers up and down it, exposing his sensitive glans and making him whisper sweet words this time, not offensive ones. As usual, with his hardness I could feel the dribbles of precum on my fingers, making them slightly tacky.

He rested his cock between my buttocks, asking me to just clench for a while. He was too preoccupied with my breasts and slowly his hands slid down over my belly to reach the warmth of my smooth outer lips, guarding the secret of my wet butterfly flaps beyond, moist and sticky with my sex. Slowly he opened me up with just two fingers and inserted them inside. It was simple natural instinct, because both male and female lovers become curious as to how much aroused one is. In the case of females it is our love juice or even precum, trapped in a dark bodily cavern, and he knew how much I loved being fingered deeper and deeper, letting me taste myself on his fingers.

It was difficult to resist if I wanted to. I buried my head more and more into his shoulder moaning softly for more. "You want it don't you... fucking bitch". Those offensive words were beginning to emerge once again, but I did not care. He quickly grabbed my shoulders and turned me around to face him. "On your fucking knees!" This time he shouted. It was a command and I did it. His semi hard cock was protruding from the fly of his pants. Even semi erect he was solid enough to take. But I wanted him hard and almost upright to full erection. He let me unclip his pants and pull them to his knees whilst he made it twitch, letting me know that the muscle and tissue within was supple. That was fine by me. He was just where I wanted him and getting him harder was going to be no mean task. Once again before taking him into my grip I had to admire the complexity of the network of veins and tissue, especially once erect, the way his urethra stood out on the underside that seemed so sensitive. But to me his most sensitive part was the glans.

I was deeply fascinated by cock... young, old, large or small, and that gift of the final orgasmic release. Again, I was reminded of those times with Stephano and began to replicate what I did with him. Taking my man in my grip and stroking, each time pulling right back his foreskin and then covering his entire glans whilst I used the tip of my tongue to tease. I could see by the expression on his face that he was enjoying it. The amount of alcohol we had both consumed made us neither more or less excited... infact, just right for playful teasing sex.

He was in the right position for me too. Standing. I could handle his length much better in attempting a deep throat, opening the muscles at the back of my mouth. And slowly I took him in deeper, holding onto his thigh with one hand and his swollen balls with the other. He obliged by not making any quick thrusts, so that I could eventually take all of his length before pleasantly gagging. "Oh fuck baby... suck it slow and gentle..." I did what he wanted, coating the whole length with my stringy thick saliva, whilst he gently stroked my hair.

One thing I did not really like was a man wearing his sox whilst making love to you. But due to their excitement of quickly undressing, the sox are the last item of clothing to be removed, if at all.

I continued with my slow easy blow job, using my grip just in case that was all he wanted. Even though I wanted more, his gift would satisfy my needs. I was pleased when he told me that he had had enough and it was time for me to be "eaten." I loved that term, because that was just what it felt like in part. And, so I sat on the couch in our favourite position, my knees up and thighs wide. The exotic aroma of my sex was enough to send us both crazy, kneeling , hands touching my breasts and his tongue exploring every available inner part of my yOni, not roughly... just nice and satisfying, inducing my tiny orgasms so that I could edge them. It was difficult not to tug on his hair and cry out each time I came closer to the big one. "Just let it go baby... I want you to cum for me..." he told me. But no. I held on for a little while longer, enjoying what he was doing, consuming my love just for him. When I did climax, my yield was just enough for him to swallow.

He looked at me and smiled while I was still reeling in my orgasm. He came closer and pulled me even closer to the edge of the couch, and slowly he entered me with his cock. It felt just right and not too hard. With the help of the orgasm and the earlier embibement of alcohol I was within two minds of ecstasy and gripping his cock, with each stroke he made I was willing to let him fuck me forever, pulling him closer to me with my hands on his broad shoulders.

During the act, it was just the sound of our moans and groans and wet sloppy noises above the sound of those crickets chirping. Both of our lips and fingers became tactile and there was an occasion where I too used an offensive phrase towards him, begging him to give me more as our rhythm and pace quickened and slowed down now and then. I looked him in the eye and whispered loudly "Fuck me hard you bastard". I wanted to cum again so much, but he had staying power, and to me that could only be good. This was intercourse sex at its best. And, to let him know it, I raised my legs resting them on his shoulders. I was beginning to cream his cock and that aroma of our sex grew even stronger around us.

He pulled out to position his head against my yOni once more. Licking, he wanted to consume some of our "candy" and share it in a deep meaningful kiss before entering me again. But it was not long before we both reached our climaxes simultaneously. He shouted out as I screamed, both our bodies trembling. We both lost the sense of where we were for just that brief moment in time.

He grabbed me and lay on the couch, pulling me atop of him so that we could kiss and regain our breathing and enjoy the contentment that followed. I listened to his heart beats as my head lay across his chest. It was only a matter of minutes before Morpheus came to us both, and with sex and alcohol playing its part, we slept contentedly, naked in each others arms.