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Confessions Ch. 01

By: zombie22



The dark wood of the psychiatrist’s desk reminded Michael of a coffin. Dr. Dryden on the other hand didn’t strike Michael as your typical shrink. She looked to be in her early thirties and her dark brown hair fell loose around her shoulders. Michael expected a stern looking German woman with a severe bun and thick black glasses. Michael was also surprised that there wasn’t a couch in the room and felt a little disappointed at that fact.

“I am glad that you decided to come today.” Dr. Dryden said.

“I didn’t really want to show up if you want to know the truth.” Michael said.

“The truth is what we are here for, and I know that seeking counseling can be intimidating.” Dr. Dryden said.

“My parents are the ones responsible for me being here.” Michael said.

“You are a nineteen year old man, if you choose too; you can walk out at any time.” She said.

“I might do that. Part of me wants to get a lot of stuff off my chest and the other part wants me to run out of the building and never come back.” Michael said.

“I want you to know that I am here to help and that my door will always be open if you decide to return. Now tell me why you think that you are here.” Dr. Dryden said.

“I know why I am here.” Michael said.

“If you know, go ahead and tell me.” Dr. Dryden replied.

“I haven’t been able to function since my sister’s death.” Michael said.

“How does your sister’s death make you feel?” Dr. Dryden asked.

“I can’t believe that she is gone. I feel a sense of responsibility for it. I feel that if we had made different choices that she would be here right now. I should have been there for her.” Michael said.

“These are all normal feelings. I think that you have done well by just acknowledging that these feelings exist. Please tell me more on why you feel responsible.” Dr. Dryden said.

“Angie and I didn’t have what you would call a normal relationship. In fact it was pretty fucked up. I know that you will judge me. Even if you say that you want to help me I will be able to sense in your eyes and actions that you are judging me.” Michael said.

“My job isn’t to judge. My job is to help you work through your pain. You will never be able to work through the pain unless you let it out. Tell me why your relationship wasn’t normal.” Dr. Dryden said.

“I will tell you but, I reserve the right to ignore any advice that you want to dispense. The only reason that I am going to tell you is that some one should know the truth.

Angie was the star of the family. She excelled in every endeavor that she thought was worth her time. It was almost as if she had a natural talent for everything, but the area that she truly excelled was the school choir. I remember my parents dragging us across the United States in an effort to let every one hear her amazing voice. She took first place in every competition she ever entered. As soon as she graduated high school she accepted a full ride music scholarship at an academy for the performing arts. My parents never failed to heap praise on her at every opportunity.

My parents weren’t the only one to acknowledge her abilities. She was practically royalty at our school. Her beauty was only matched by her kindness. She was the epitome of blond perfection. There were boys lining up at our door in an effort to woo her and just have the opportunity to be at her side. 

I on the other hand always seemed to be in the middle of the pack. I was on the honor roll and managed to do well, but I never stood out in the crowd. I feel like a cliché machine, spouting all these metaphors but it is the only way to accurately get my point across. I will always be, “Angie Grayling’s little brother”, Nothing more and nothing less.

The only person who ever saw me for me, was Angie. She would come to my room and actually ask me about how I was doing. She would take time out of what ever she was doing and care about me. I cherished those moments and I can’t believe that they will never happen again.” Michael said.

“I can tell that you loved her very much. It is always comforting to have a sounding board, some one to make you feel special. Everything that you have told me is perfectly normal. In families where one child is blessed with extraordinary talent, the other children almost always feel as if they are ignored or feel that they have received less attention. I don’t see where you believe that your relationship wasn’t normal.” Dr. Dryden said.

“I have only told you a small part of the story. That was the part that everyone knows, the part that everyone has seen. The real truth was that Angie and I were in love. I’m sure that you won’t believe it, but it was real love.” Michael said.

Dr. Dryden did her best not to raise an eyebrow, fearing that the slightest signal of disapproval would cause Michael to bolt out of the office.

“When you say in love, do you mean that you and Angie were in a sexual relationship?” Dr. Dryden said.

“Yes we did have sex, but we were really in love. The love was always there since the beginning, but the sex had only been going on for about a year and a half.

Angie and I were always very close. She was just a year older than I, and we were often mistaken for twins. There are way too many pictures of us in matching clothes; it is kind of embarrassing really. We fought and beat each other up like most kids do when they are about nine or ten years old but I distinctly remember being very jealous if any boy even tried to talk to her. There were more than a few bloody noses handed out on my part. I remember that I once broke a kids arm after he pushed Angie to the ground. I remember being filled with rage. Angie held my hand on the way back home and told me that she was happy that I was there to protect her. I was nine years old that day and I was sure that I wanted to protect Angie for the rest of my life. 

My parents were always very busy. My mother worked at a real estate office and my father owns a construction company. The only time that I recall them being actively involved with us is when they were dragging Angie to recitals. There were many evenings where we were left practically alone. Angie and I would sleep on the couch next to each other and just hold each other without any sense of wrong doing. In our early teens she would sometimes sneak into my room and sleep next to me. It was purely innocent. I had no ill intentions towards her. 

I can tell you the exact moment when I first felt lust for Angie. Angie had turned sixteen years old and was allowed to go out on real dates. I remember feeling anxious when she didn’t return home on time. I could just imagine some stupid jock asshole trying to cop a cheap feel off of her. It was almost too much for me to take. I remember hearing a car door slam and heard Angie’s footsteps trying to discreetly make it to her room. I was sure that I heard her sobbing in the next room. I felt a sudden urge to go to her room but I managed to control it. I watched the minutes tick away on the clock and heard a slight tapping on my door. 

Angie walked in and her running mascara confirmed that she had been crying. I didn’t even have to ask her what happened. She sat on the bed and began pouring her heart out. She had started dating a senior named Brad Wilson, and he had expected what most senior guys expected. Angie told me that he wouldn’t take no for an answer and nearly ripped her panties off. He finally relented and drove her home without even acknowledging her. She started to weep again I did my best to hold her and contain my rage.

The next day while walking to history class I heard Brad bragging how he was the first one to fuck Angie Grayling. The other guys looked at him as if he was a conquering hero. I didn’t even realize what happened next until I saw the blood on my hands. It took three teachers to pull me off of Brad. I was suspended for the rest of the year and had to attend summer school. It was worth it. That night Angie snuck into my room and kissed me on the lips. She smiled and told me that she was proud of her protector. That was the first night I remembered masturbating with visions of Angie in my head. 

Everything seemed to return to normal after that incident. Angie reclaimed her mantle of unattainable perfection and I slowly adjusted to normal life in school. Angie continued to date but never really had a serious relationship. I had a few girlfriends enter my life but they all seemed to be vapid and uninteresting compared to Angie.

The night before Angie left for the academy was beginning of the change in our relationship. I watched her pack her things and tried to remain in the background. I could see some concern in her eyes. At eighteen she was going to compete and participate with the very best musicians in the country. That night I heard the familiar knock at my door. Angie walked in wearing a very short cotton bathrobe. I felt my throat becoming dry and my head was spinning. She had a serious look on her face that night. She walked over to my bed and sat on the edge. I tried to speak but she put her index finger over my lips and looked in my eyes. Her blue eyes welled with unspoken emotion. She stood up and let her robe fall to the floor. She stood in front of me totally naked. I could see the tan lines on her exquisite body. Her pussy was shaved completely bare and her breasts stood out on her chest like swollen tear drops. I didn’t speak a word when she climbed into my bed. She reached to turn out the light on my night stand and pulled me close to her. I could feel her warm skin practically burning my bare chest. After a few moments I could tell that she had fallen asleep. I lay there next to her, listening to her breathing. My cock was standing at full attention threatening to tear through my boxer shorts. 

I wasn’t sure when I fell asleep. All that I know was that the next morning she had left with my mother to the airport.” Michael said.

“Michael, I hate to tell you that our time is up. I think that you have been very brave and honest by telling me your story. I want to hear the rest of what you have to say. It is very important to me that you come back tomorrow. I will clear some extra time on my schedule so you won’t have to be cut short.” Dr Dryden said.

Michael didn’t answer but Dr. Dryden could tell by the look in his eyes that he would return. As he turned and walked towards the door, Dr. Dryden was surprised to feel a tingling sensation in her pussy. She had heard many stories of depravity and sexual peccadilloes, but none had ever left her squirming in her seat. She tried to shake it off and think of a plan of action to assist Michael. 

The morning went slowly for Dr. Dryden as she listened to her last patient of the morning. She did her best to not watch the clock and managed to stifle a yawn. It was rare that she felt bored during a session, but she felt anxious in anticipation of her upcoming session with Michael Grayling. 

The fifty minute session passed and she decided to eat her carefully packed salad in her office instead of the lounge. As she finished her lunch she was startled by the ringing of the phone. She pressed the answer button and listened to the familiar voice of her secretary, Joan.

“Yes Joan?” She asked.

“Michael Grayling is here to see you and said that he would like to start early if he could.” Joan said.

“Go ahead and show him in.” Dr Dryden said.

A few seconds passed and the office door opened. Michael walked in dressed smartly in a pale blue dress shirt with no tie and khaki pants. His dirty blond hair seemed tussled in a precise manner. He appeared to be a typical preppy college kid. Dr. Dryden became aware of her own attire. She had picked out a nearly translucent white blouse and a black skirt with pale white hose fastened tightly to a white garter belt. She wondered if she had unconsciously dressed provocatively for Michael. When she made eye contact with Michael she felt a twinge of excitement race up her back.

“Sit down Michael.” She said.

Michael sat down and Dr. Dryden became aware of his gaze looking her up and down. She slowly walked over to the chair next to Michael and grabbed her notebook. 

“How are you feeling today?” She asked.

“I’m not sure. I drove by the office a few times before I decided to actually park and walk in. I’m not sure how yesterday’s session effected me. I felt a little drained and somewhat relieved but that only lasted for a few hours. I began to feel a quite resentful and I wondered what you were thinking about me.” Michael answered.

“I think that you are experiencing feelings that are quite expected after opening up and revealing bottled up emotions and experiences. I am pleased that you decided to return. I was wondering how I was going to finish my day.” Dr. Dryden said.

“I decided that if I was going to tell you my story that I might was well tell you everything and not worry about censoring myself. I figure that at least one person will know about Angie and I.” Michael Said.

“Yesterday we ended with Angie leaving for college. How did you feel about that?” Dr. Dryden asked.

“At first I felt a sense of relief. I was concerned about the direction of our relationship. I knew that I wanted her very badly but the feelings of guilt and shame would have been overwhelming. The first year went by quickly and I was occupied with my girlfriend at the time, Amy. I was sowing my oats like any high school age guy would but in the back of my mind I couldn’t wait till I saw Angie again. Angie seemed to be happy the first year of college. She would send me letters and always let me know how she was feeling. She ended every letter telling me how much she missed me and promised me a great present for my eighteenth birthday.

Angie came back home for a short break in October of her second year. I was eager to see her and celebrate my eighteenth birthday. I drove nearly five hours away from our town to pick her up at the only large airport in our state and was startled at what I saw. Her blond hair had been dyed a dark auburn and her bright blue eyes seemed dimmer. She was wearing a tight black blouse that exposed a lot of cleavage and a short grey skirt with dark stockings. She smiled and gave me a long hug as soon as she saw me. I noticed that there were tears in her eyes but she turned away from me as soon as I noticed. I could tell that she wasn’t in a hurry to go home. 

Angie decided that we should wait to go home until the morning. She called mom and dad and spun a story about how her luggage was lost and wouldn’t arrive until the next day. My parents bought her story without any resistance. They always believed what ever Angie said without fail. Angie called and arranged at hotel room and we decided to go out to dinner before we checked in. 

The conversation at dinner started with banal small talk but I could tell that Angie desperately wanted to tell me something. I felt uneasy and a little scared about what Angie might have to say. She looked a little hurt when I gave her an update about my girlfriend. It was after that bit of news that she decided to open up. 

Angie started to dry and tell me about how much she thought about us. She told me about how she worried if I was happy and felt miserable leaving me virtually alone. I did my best to let her know that even though I missed her that I new that she was out there making a name for herself. We barely started eating dinner when she grabbed my hand and told me that she wanted to go to the hotel. 

I lugged Angie’s luggage to the hotel room and was startled when I noticed that there was only one bed in the room. Angie gave me sly look and smiled at my surprise. She walked to the bathroom carrying a small bag and shut the door. I sat in a chair and clicked past all of the boring local television stations. My heart was pounding in my chest and I kept thinking about the night before she left for school.

She was in the bathroom for quite a while and I began to worry about her. Just as I was ready to get up and check on her I heard her voice telling me to shut the lights off and take off my clothes. I could hardly see in the darkness and the blue glow from the television made the scene seem surreal. She told me to turn away from her and close my eyes. I did what I was told and heard her delicate footsteps creeping up on me. I felt a cold brush of silk on my neck and then around my eyes. She tied the cloth around my eyes and led me to a chair. Before she sat my down she pulled off my boxer shorts I was now completely naked. My cock was so hard it was aching. Angie softly sat me down on the chair and I could feel the warmth of her breath on my neck. She told me that she had been waiting along time for this moment and that I was now ready for her birthday gift. 

At that moment the realization that my sister was seducing me was the first moment that I felt truly alive. Angie kissed my mouth like a person overcome by hunger. Her tongue snaked its way down to my aching cock. Her mouth was so warm and soft. The sensation was almost overwhelming. It was as if by taking away my sight, she magnified my remaining senses. I came very quickly and Angie swallowed every drop of my cum. I felt Angie’s arms wrap around me and warmth of her naked flesh as she straddled me in the chair.” Michael Said.

Dr. Dryden watched Michael closely as he took a break from telling his story. She felt his gaze upon her. She became self conscious about her sopping pussy and how much Michael’s story had affected her. His gaze pierced through her and she was startled as her hands seemed to move against her will. She slowly pulled up her coal black skirt and exposed the tops of her pristine white stockings. Michael’s gaze was unwavering and hypnotic. She knew that she was about to take a step over the line from which she could never return. 

Michael looked at Dr. Dryden’s shapely legs and felt his cock spring to life. She stood up from her chair and walked to the window facing her desk. She closed the blinds and walked towards Michael. She hiked up her skirt slightly and began to unfasten the ivory buttons of her garter belt. The silence in the room was only broken by the rhythmic breathing between them. She gracefully shifted her hands and slowly pulled down a pair of tiny white panties. She picked the panties up and lifted them to her face. Michael shuddered as Dr. Dryden inhaled deeply her musky scent. She walked towards Michael and rubbed the panties against his face. The small bundle of silky fabric was soaking wet. 

“Do you see what you have done to me? I want to hear every detail about your relationship. I want no encounter forgotten or details spared. With every story you tell I will give you more of me.” She said.

Michael wasn’t given a chance to respond. As soon as the words left her lips, Dr. Dryden began to unbutton Michael’s pants and freed his rock hard cock. Michael quickly shifted in his chair while Dr. Dryden took off her skirt. Her dark brown hair fell loosely and framed the pale skin of her face. Her eyes seemed to turn dark grey instead of light blue. Michael rose from his chair and pulled her close to him. She gasped as he pushed her to the floor. She lay there and offered herself willingly. His cock entered her waiting pussy with ease.

“Fuck me hard!” She blurted out.

Michael grabbed her wrists and held them over her head and against the floor. She tried to stifle her moans but it was useless. She drew her legs closer to her body and moaned in pleasure as Michael pounded her helpless pussy. Her orgasm shook through her body with an intensity that she had never known. Moments before coming Michael pulled out of Dr. Dryden and spurted thick ropes of hot cum on her thick pubic hair and expensive blouse. Mrs. Dryden reached up and grabbed Michel and pulled him close to her. 

“You can call me Renee.” She whispered in his ear.


Confessions Ch. 01



Part 1: Sins

I was feeling extremely horny and I needed some dick and I needed it bad! Visiting my folks is great, but I really couldn't party like I do back home. My life style would blow their minds and I can hear my mother pleading for me to change and to go to church and confess my sins and blah, blah, blah. My thoughts are broken as mom enters my childhood bedroom.

"Are you going to church tomorrow with us?" she asks holding onto the doorknob.

I sit up on my bed and answer, "Sure ma."

"Well then you better get to confession if you want to-"

"I will, I will ma." Cutting her off. "At what time does it start?"

She looks down at her watch and informs me, "You better get going now young man, confession ends in thirty minutes."

"Ok ma, I'm going." I sit up and swing my feet over the edge of the bed and put my sneakers on. I rise from the bed and walk out the bedroom and head upstairs to the kitchen. "Where are the keys?" I see them on the table and, "Never mind. I found them. I'll be back in a bit."

I drive to the church that I'd been going to since I was a kid. It still looks the same with its imposing steeple that's casting a long shadow across the parking lot where I drive my mother's beat up car too. I look around and see that the lot is pretty empty and think not many people here to confess their sins. Heck, maybe I'm the only one who needs to spill my guts. Yeah, but am I going to tell the priest? Hey I love to suck dick and take it in my ass. I chuckle to myself as I head into the church through its majestic stained glass doors. I wonder if the same priest is here when I was a kid. Probably not, they stay for a while until the church tells them they have to go somewhere else. I look and see that there are a few new priests as indicated by their hanging pictures. I see that Father Karras is the man of the cloth on duty and head toward the confessionals. 

I arrive at the confessionals in time to see an elderly lady enter into the one on the left. The middle door is where Fr. Karras is sitting. I see the red light illuminate above the door where the elderly lady entered. From the red light that just turned on I know that the elderly woman is kneeling. I chuckle softly thinking to myself, red light. I look above the door that's on the right side and see that the light is not on. I approach it and knock, but no one's inside. I step into the dark cubicle. I kneel on the pew that's next to a latticed window. 

I think to myself, what in the heck do I say? Do I tell him I'm promiscuous? I've been sexually active with women and men? What if he knows my folks and decided to tell them? Shit! I couldn't do that to my folks. I start to rise when the small window is opened on the other side and I hear Fr. Karras' voice in a low mumble. I quickly kneel back down and draw a blank as what to say.

"Yes? Is anyone there?" Fr. Karras asks.

I clear my throat and open my mouth and begin to babble, "Uhm," I clear my throat again and try once more, "Uhm Father forgive me, it's been a very long time since I've been to confession. I don't remember exactly what to say. Uhm, sorry."

"It's alright my son." His voice is soothing and sexy. I near my face to the latticed window and attempt to get a better look at him. Not bad looking, not at all like in his picture. Fr. Karras is an older man in his mid fifties, thin build, and dark hair with flecks of grey near his temples. The cogs in my head start turning.

"Oh father!" I say in a voice full of desperation. 

"Yes? What is it?" he asks concerned.

"Oh never mind. I don't know what I'm doing here. I shouldn't be here." I get up to leave.

"Now hold on child. Tell me what's the problem." His voice was really warm and inviting. "Maybe I can help you, but you have to tell me what's the matter?"

I kneel back down and say almost sobbing, "Oh father I don't know where to start?" 

"How about from the beginning my son?"

"I-I'm so ashamed of what happened."

"What my son, tell me." 

"I had sexual relations with a married…" I let my voice trail off.

He perks up in his seat a bit and asks, "You mean you committed adultery?"

"Yes father," I whisper ashamed. "I don't know what else to say about it."

"You must tell me everything my son." He announces as he leans a bit closer to the window.

"Every-thing? Are you sure father?" I sound shocked. 

"My son if you feel ashamed then must at least tell me as much as you can." He says in that soothing voice, "Who is she?"

"My boss and…" I hold my breath.

"Yes?"

"My boss is a…a man father."

I can see that Fr. Karras is a bit uncomfortable on his side of the confessional and shifts in his seat. "I see." He says after a long pause then cautiously, "Go on."

"I was recently hired as a temp to his company as his secretary, since his full time secretary was out on sick leave for a few weeks." I swallowed hard and continued, "He was a very kind and gentle man and was very personable with me. Let me have a long lunches, didn't overload me with work and stuff like that, you know?"

"So, how did it happen?" he asks sounding a slight bit impatient. "There in his place of business?"

"Oh no father!" I sounded full of eagerness, "It was at his house and a beautiful house it is."

"How did you end up at his house? I thought you said he was married?"

"Oh but he is father. But when he invited me over, his wife was out of town for the weekend."

"I see. Please continue."

"Well, when I got there I couldn't help notice how good looking he was, especially in his shorts and no shirt."

"What does he look like?"

"Well, he's a bit taller than I am, with a slender build, mid fifties I guess with salt and pepper hair, I mean my god, he's a very sexy man and thought how lucky his wife is."

"Are you or were you already having sex with men?"

"Oh no father! No! I just thought he was a good looking guy, that's all."

"I see, please continue."

"Well, he leads me through the house and into the backyard where we sat down at the patio table. He offered me a beer that he had in a large cooler full of ice on the deck of the Jacuzzi."

"Then it happened?"

"Well that's when it started to happen, actually after the second beer."

"What did you do?" he shifts in his seat again.

"Well, it started when he tossed me another beer and took off his shorts."

"Was he naked?" Fr. Karras asked a bit quickly.

"No, he had on a pair of teal colored Speedos and that's when I noticed uhm, the outline of his cock and how sexy it looked."

Fr. Karras moves his hand over his crotch. "And? Did you join him in the hot tub?"

"I told him I didn't bring any swimwear with me."

"And what did he say?" that eagerness in his voice returned.

"He just laughed and said, 'so what? Take your clothes off and jump in, I don't mind'"

"And? Did you?"

"Oh no father! I was a bit embarrassed and declined his offer. That's when he stood up in the hot tub and pulled his Speedos off."

"Oh my! And then what happened?" 

"He said to me, 'See? Now you don't have to feel like the odd man out.' And he just stayed standing up father! I tried, oh dear god I tried to look away but I couldn't!" I started to sound desperate again and, "But it was hard father, very hard!"

"What? His cock? Is he large, uhm a well endowed man?"

I smile to myself on my side of the confessional and think, hook, line and sinker! "No he wasn't hard, but he did have a big dick!" I can see Fr. Karras clutch his meat through his cassock. "I just stood there gawking!"

"So then what happened?" he asks as he starts to rub his cock.

"Well he's smiling widely at me as I look up. Finally, he says, 'Are you gonna get in or just stand there?'" I clear my throat for effect, "So I started to get undressed and realized I was semi erect, so I turned away from him so he wouldn't see it." I clear my throat again and continue. "I get undressed, climb the steps and walk up onto the deck and tried to quickly slip into the Jacuzzi."

"Did he notice your erection?" 

I can see that Fr. Karras is working on a very nice erection himself to which I answer, "Before I sat down, he grabbed onto my cock and asked, 'what's this from?' Oh god father I was so embarrassed!"

"Did he suck it?" he asks as I watch him unbutton his cassock near his crotch area and reach in and under his underwear.

"Oh no father. I remember mumbling out that I didn't know why my cock was hard. He let it go and I slipped down into the hot tub just as he started to stand up saying, 'Oh I think you do. Is it because of this?'"

"Because of what?" Fr. Karras quickly pulls his cock out of his underwear and through the gap in his cassock where he unbuttoned it. He's stroking his cock.

"Oh my father!" I say sexily staring at his cock through the latticed window, "he was already erect! I-I couldn't believe it, how long and thick it looked! I was mesmerized and just couldn't take my eyes off it!" I watch Fr. Karras as he jerks his gorgeous cock.

"Then what happened my son?" he asks whispering heavily.

"I just kept staring at his huge erection and my own cock was very hard and I nearly grabbed onto it when he made his cock bounce up and down."

"Oh god!" Fr. Karras moans out.

"That's when he took a step towards me and placed his hand on my shoulder, then slid it up to the back of my neck and started gently massaging me. He said, 'You know you want to suck it, don't you?' I couldn't respond father but I knew that I did want to put it in my mouth and suck it and lick it and gobble it down! Yes! I admit it! I did and wanted it with a burning passion!"

Fr. Karras is silently jerking his cock when he finally says, "Please, my son. Go-go on." He quickly turned his head when he heard me open the door to his cubicle. "Oh! What are you doing? You're not supposed to be in here!" he stammers as he tried to conceal his cock from me.

I place my finger to my lips, "Shhh, father please." I close the door to the cubicle and get on my knees before him looking innocently and saying, "Fr. Karras, I feel if I showed you what I did with my boss, you may give me a proper absolution." 

He silently nods in agreement.

"Well, he placed his hand on the back of my head like this," I grabbed his hand and placed it on the back of my head. "Then he gently pulls my head closer towards his erection." Fr. Karras does what I told him my boss did.

"Then I grabbed his cock like this," I firmly grip Fr. Karras' hard cock and "then I took him in my mouth like this." I swallowed his cock deep, he moaned out and bucked in his seat a bit.

I bobbed up and down on Fr. Karras's cock slowly and smoothly getting it very wet from my saliva before pulling it out and saying, "And when it wasn't in my mouth I did this." I skillfully jerked his cock, causing him to breath harder. "But I also did this when I was stroking him," and I quickly gobbled his cock head into my mouth and sucked hard. "And then this too," I swirled my tongue on his cock head, bobbed up and down on it and then swirled my tongue some more.

Fr. Karras jerks a bit out of his seat. Beads of sweat begin to form on his brow as my mouth continues working on his cock. He is about to ask a question when I surprised him and swallowed his cock all the way down. His hand was firmly planted on the back of my head. "Oh dear god!" was all he could muster in a breathless whisper.

I slide my mouth up along his shaft and then quickly back down again. I stick my tongue out and lap on his heavy, cum filled balls. I slide my mouth slowly; teasingly back up along his shaft again. I grab his cock and start stroking him again. "Then I did this as well, father." I wrapped my lips on the outside of his shaft and slid my lips up and down it, staring into his eyes. He was melting and I knew he was ready to orgasm. Keeping my eyes on his I slid my mouth down onto his hairy balls and started to suck on one and then the other. I finished sampling his balls and then started to slide my tongue back up on the thick vein of his shaft. I quickly swallowed his cock all the way down again grinding my face against his abdomen.

He came with a good portion of his cock in my mouth and down my throat. I could feel his cock twitching inside my throat with each spurt. I slowly slid my mouth back up and felt another hot thick glob enter the back of my throat. His cock was covered in a thick layer of his semen and my saliva. I swallowed it again, slowly bobbing on it, eliciting trembles from his legs and body.

"And that's how some of it happened father." I said looking at him with a bit of the semen and saliva mixture on my lips.

"Some of it? What are you saying my dear boy? Is there more?" he asks puzzled.

"Oh much more father!" I say as if I don't believe it myself. "Will you help me?"

Fr. Karras ponders as he studies the look on my face that tells him I'm sincere. He nods and says, "How do you feel about one on one counseling?" he can tell that I'm not comfortable with the idea but put my mind at ease, "Just you and me. Alone in my office."

My eyes light up, "Really, just the two of us and no one else?" I look down and pout a bit, "Do you promise father?"

"I promise. We don't need this getting out. It's going to be a very long and hard road ahead of us, many long nights but we'll do it together."



Confessions Ch. 01



"It has been a week since I was here last, and since my last visit, I have thought of you often, touching myself, feeling the wetness ooze out beneath my fingertips. I have certainly sinned, but nowhere near as much as I want to, Father."

It was a very deliberate, planned seduction. For years now, my husband and I had been challenging each other, and each challenge had gotten more difficult, more daring, and more covert, as we both worked in very public fields. For this reason, I had been driving across town weekly for the last six months to this confessional. 

I was out to seduce a man of the cloth.

On my first visit, I confessed that I had been contemplating an extra-marital affair, emphasising the lack of sex and intimacy in my relationship. I explained that there had to be something wrong with me, as I wanted sex more often, and in different circumstances than my spouse. When he asked me what I meant, I had replied, "Well, Father, he is satisfied with twice a week, in bed. I want to be having sex daily, and have been thinking more and more of strange and odd places."

"Have you told your husband of these desires?"

"I have not told him of my desire to...have sex...in odd places, but I have tried to turn him on more. It does not work. He is tired. He has to be up early. The kids will hear us. There is always an excuse."

"You paused, prior to saying "have sex". Are you uncomfortable talking about it?"

"Not uncomfortable, per sé, Father...but I should not think what I think...it is not having sex, or making love...I think about being fucked, and I know that that is wrong." I had feigned shame, admitting that.

Over the months, I had ritually travelled to the same church, the same day, the same time...every week. A month ago, I had planted the seeds...I confessed, in tears, that my husband had been having an affair with his secretary, who is ten years my junior. Of course, it was a lie. How wicked, I felt, lying to seduce this innocent priest. 

I had elaborated, telling him how I had discovered the affair, but that my spouse was unaware that I knew. I pulled from my purse a photograph of my husband, standing under the sunlight on a summer day in the middle of a parking lot, with the grocery store as a backdrop. 

He wore shorts and a tee-shirt, and in the profile, you could see the young blonde on her knees at his feet, and could not miss the pert breasts grasped in his hands while her face pressed against the crotch of his shorts. 

As I sobbed, I held the picture for the priest to see, telling my confessor that oral sex was something I wanted, but that my husband would not allow it, and he never would grasp my breasts with such vigour. The priest had tried to comfort by reminding me of forgiveness and my marital vows before God. 

As I listened, I chuckled at the situation. Role-playing came in handy on that day! 

Since that day, I had confessed that I kept the picture of the two of them, only because it turned me on. I began to confess the hottest of fantasies, in detail, to the poor man in black beside me. 

For his part, I knew he had been pondering the idea, because rather than stop me to re-direct to the morals as he used to, he began to ask probing questions about how the fantasies made me feel. 

Last week I had confessed to him that I had not had sex with my spouse since learning of his affair, and instead spent my time fantasising about other men; men that would allow me to suck their cocks in public or semi-public places, men that could not get "caught", men that were passionately taken by me, almost beyond their own control. 

That is how I came to be seated in the confessional in a short skirt, no panties, and a thin blouse that accentuated my curves on this day...

"It has been a week since I was here last, and since my last visit, I have thought of you often, touching myself, feeling the wetness ooze out beneath my fingertips. I have certainly sinned, but nowhere near as much as I want to, Father." I laid my hands on my thighs, leaned my head back against the hard wood, closed my eyes, and spread my legs slightly as I sighed, waiting.

"You should not think of me, my child," he said softly.

"I know," I admitted to him while sliding my hand beneath my skirt. "It is very wicked for me to think of you while my fingers seek and create such wetness, but I have only been imagining myself on my knees before you, worshipping and pleasing you. Pleasuring a man of God cannot be a wicked thing, when it feels so good, and brings such heat and lust, can it?" As I spoke, my fingers passed slowly across my slit, already moist, and I watched as the priest's eyes followed my hand...

"I do not want you to do anything but watch, Father. Could you do that for me?"

Seconds ticked past as he thought and struggled with himself. A small, guttural groan told me he would before he spoke. "I will watch, my child, because it will bring some peace to you, and may help you move through this difficult time."

I knew he was excusing his actions more to himself than to me.

I stood, asking him if he could see well enough as I raised my skirt, displaying my shaved, bald pussy. I watched as he leaned his face to the small slats, angling for an unhindered view through the tiny carved holes. I imagined it would be similar to watching someone through the cracks in a fence, and was grateful that I was standing, as it hid my satisfied grin from his view. "Yes, my child, I can see you just fine," he whispered as he drank in the sight of my bald pussy.

I began to slowly rub my fingers over myself as I told him my fantasy of him.

"I am hidden in the pulpit during your sermon. You know that I am there, and have agreed to this experiment. I do not touch you, but there is always the possibility, the anticipation, the thrill of not knowing but expecting that first touch. You began the sermon quite well, and kept your composure throughout, even though as you looked down you could see my bare pussy being explored and hot juices leaking out between my lips."

As I say this, I move my pussy closer, spreading the lips... "Breathe that in, Father...smell what you do to me...Do you see the wetness and lust you create in me?"

I can hear his breath catch, becoming a quick, jagged rasp as he listens to me, feeling his body react to both my words and body. Looking down through the confessional's "window", I see his hand slowly rubbing against his pants. He is not clenching his cock, masturbating, but rather, just applying pressure. As I watched him, I realised I was getting horny. "Interesting," I think to myself... 

I turned back to my fantasy, describing how throughout the sermon, I did not touch him, but instead touched myself in his view, in front of hundreds of parishioners. 

"As the sermon was wrapping up, I placed my hand on your crotch, squeezing your cock gently, licking my lips. You left to see the parishioners out and home, finally returning to the pulpit with your cock slowly pulsing in anticipation of my hot, wet lips wrapped around it for the first time. Only, when you returned to the pulpit, I was already gone."

By this time, I am getting close, and am having a tougher time retaining my train of thought through the sensuous shockwaves pulsing through my body in time with my finger's quick action on my clit. I am still watching his hand rub his pants, and I am surprised that he has not pulled his cock out of its restraining clothes.

"Do you like this, Father?" I ask, knowing the answer. 

"Yes, my child, I like this. We are both sinning, by doing this, and nobody can know. Do you like my eyes on you? I have never seen a naked woman before, and you are beautiful."

Never seen a naked woman before?!?! Oh, my lord! Not only was I attempting to seduce a man of God, I was attempting to seduce one that had not even played around as a teenager or young man!! 

The thought of making him lose control had me cumming hard within seconds, and as my body pulsed rhythmically, I thrust my soaking pussy to his face, finally slowing, leaving my pussy throbbing merely an inch from his face. As my body relaxed, I spread my pussy lips with my fingers, showing him the wet hole, swollen with satisfaction. 

I moved my finger to the wall, and slowly, quietly, asked him to taste me. His tongue slipped from between his lips, snaking toward my finger as I watched, moving my fingertip through the small opening in the ornate carved wood. A moan left his mouth as his tongue licked, savouring my flavour. I watched as his tongue circled his lips, and stretched towards my fingertip for another taste. 

"Wait, Father," I cautioned, moving my sopping pussy towards the wall. His eyes followed my body as it approached him, and I heard the deep intake of breath, enjoying the scent as his tongue sought a way to taste more. It was difficult, but finally, I found a position that allowed the tip of his tongue to reach my wet flesh. After three slow flicks of his tongue, I moved away, straightening my skirt, covering my bare hot flesh.

I sank to the bench, playing the part of a remorseful, guilty woman. "I'm sorry, Father, I never meant for that to happen," I whispered in the silence.

"Don't be sorry, my child. It happened, and so it must be God's way of guiding you."

"Thank you, Father. I should go." With that, I stood, leaving the confessional.

I did not return for three weeks. It was all part of the plan.

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When I stepped into the confessional on this day, I again wore no panties, and a skirt. I sat on the bench and began..."It has been some time since my last confession. I have not been here in three weeks...." I paused, waiting...

"Yes, my child, I know. I have waited for you for three weeks. And how are you today, my child?" As he spoke, I saw him straining to see me, and kept my face from his view. 

"It is hot outside today, Father. I am hot and sticky." I slowly pulled the white tank top from my breasts, waving it to create a breeze against my sweaty breasts. His eyes watched the motion intently, and his arm moved in a manner that told me he was enjoying this coy flirt immensely. My nipples hardened at the knowledge, pressing lightly into the sheer cotton fabric. "You need air conditioned confessionals," I joked, watching his tongue circle his lips subconsciously as he focused on the nipples straining the fabric.

"My office is air-conditioned, if you would be more comfortable in there, my child," he offered lightly, casually.

"Definitely!" I quickly agreed, wiping the tank top down, wiping away the sweat between my tits. I stood, and opened the confessional door. As the priest exited, I could see the bulge in his pants that he tried to hide and ignore at the same time. 

"This way," he offered, turning to walk briskly away. My heels clicked swiftly on the wooden floor, echoing through the empty halls. At his office door, he paused to allow me to enter before him, graciously holding the door. Inside, I stood and gazed around, taking in the details. 

A desk took up one side of the office, with two sitting chairs and a small table on the other side of the room, beneath the windows. Two closed doors lined the opposite wall with bookshelves around them from floor to ceiling. I moved towards the windows, taking a seat. I demurely crossed my ankles, sighing at the coolness of the room.

"Yes, this is much more comfortable than the confessional today," I admitted.

"It is for me as well, my child. I wanted to talk to you about your last confession."

I reddened (yes, quite intentionally). "I was afraid of that." I said, looking at my knees.

"My child, I think that you need to confess more of your sins, your fantasies. It will help you through this difficult time. You cannot go three weeks between confessions. It is not good for your soul. I realise that your last confession was a bit...unorthodox, but let me ask you this: Did you feel better after confession?"

Still looking at my knees, I replied, "Yes, Father, I felt much better than I had in weeks."

"In that case, I would suggest that perhaps we set a time for a weekly confessional-perhaps daily, if you need it-and we can meet in my office for this. What do you think, my child?"

"I think that that might be beneficial to me, Father. I have had a difficult three weeks without my confession, and think that it may take me some time to confess my sinful thoughts and actions of the past few weeks. Do you have much time today?"

"I have all the time you need, my child. Do not worry about that. Now, why don't you get comfortable, and begin? I think if you start from your last confession, it will help."

"Okay." I relaxed back into the chair, letting my legs relax enough to part slightly at my knees. 

"When I left here, Father, I went home and undressed in my bedroom. I lay on the bed, remembering your touch on my flesh." I closed my eyes, bringing back the memory of that afternoon. "I ran my hands over my body, imagining they were your hands. I felt the heat of the sunshine on my body, and wished it was the heat from your breath." 

I allowed my knees to relax more, opening the gap between my thighs, and I moved my hand to my right breast, circling the nipple through the fabric lightly. I could feel the tension as the nipple became a hardened nub and strained further against the fabric. I opened my eyes just enough to look at my watcher, without being noticed. 

His hands were gripping his thighs as he leaned in towards me, listening intently, but watching every move as well.

"What did you do next, my child?" he asked. 

"I was so hot, so wet, so turned on, Father. I grabbed a toy, and put it on my clit, imagining that it was your tongue there again."

"A toy?" he asked calmly, although his body was anything but calm. His hand moved to his crotch, where his cock was straining against the fabric of his black slacks. His hand began to stroke softly as he leaned back, still watching intently.

"Yes, Father. When I left here, I needed to be fucked. I wanted to be. But I returned to an empty home. I have toys-vibrators, dildos, anal beads-to use when my husband says no. I started with a vibrator, placing it on my clit..." 

My hand slid beneath my skirt, pushing it up my thighs. I repositioned, opening my thighs wide to give him the best view, and slid an index finger to my clit. "The vibrator was set on 'fast', because I was so horny." 

My finger began to rub swiftly. "I have a dildo that I can use in any position...it has a suction cup on the end...and I placed it on the wall beside the bed, then turned to my hands and knees, and backed up onto it to ride it. It slid in easily, I was still so wet. I pretended it was you, Father, fucking me."

With those words, I saw his hand clench around his cock through the fabric, tugging roughly, matching the rhythm of my hand. "That is very naughty, my child," he scolded in a hoarse whisper. 

"I know, Father. I am so ashamed of it, and of having you taste me, and having you watch me. But you make me feel very good."

"And you make me feel good, my child, letting me help you in this way." His hand reached out to caress my knee as he spoke. But when he was finished speaking, his hand remained. In fact, he suddenly moved to the floor between my legs, and quickly buried his head in my thighs, running his tongue all over my swollen pussy, tasting and lapping at me like a man starved. And in a way, I suppose that was what he had been, and perhaps the suddenness of his actions was merely to ensure his mind did not change. 

As I watched his gray hair move between my thighs, I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations. After a few minutes of lapping at my wetness, he paused and removed his lips from my flesh. I opened my eyes, looking down at him. This man, over twice my age, was slowly moving his hands from my hips, running one up and down the length of my thigh, while the other was tentatively brought to my pussy. I felt my lips being spread apart, feeling his finger probe me slightly, exploring slowly.

"You said during your last confession that you wanted me to watch you, and I did. What do you want now, my child?" he whispered tentatively, as though fearful of the answer, but at the same time, needing it.

I sat up, moving him back, off of me, and stood. 

Then I slid to the floor beside him, reaching for his pants. "I want you to fuck me," I said bluntly while my hands worked to free his turgid pole. He gasped at my touch, when finally I revealed the layers and touched the bare skin beneath. 

I gripped his cock lightly in my hand, running my hand up and down the entire shaft slowly. Every few strokes, I would "pop" my fingers over the mushroomed head, grasping tightly. 

I was cautious, remembering that he had never seen a naked woman before and likely had never had one grasping his cock. I had no idea how long he would last, but I would be betting on "not very long"!

I replaced my hand with my mouth after some time, and began to suck ferociously on him, quickly taking his length into my throat. He gasped, moaned, and bucked beneath me, finally grasping my head in his hands as he bucked into my face, cumming quickly in my mouth. 

Normally, I would swallow, but this time, I did not...I continued to suck on his softening rod with a mouthful of cum, feeling him convulsing beneath me. Finally, I slowed and stopped, removing my mouth from his tender flesh. I moved to undo his shirt, sliding it to his sides as it was unbuttoned. I climbed above him, positioning myself, and let his semen dribble from my lips, down my breasts, onto his chest. I raised his hands to my tits, massaging them beneath my hands, allowing him to feel his juices on my body.

I left his hands, roughly exploring the texture of my skin beneath his cum, and moved to lick his cum from his chest. Softly and slowly, my tongue licked his skin, tasting him again and again. 

When I reached his nipple, surrounded with gray hair, I sucked and nibbled, feeling him begin to harden again beneath my spread thighs. I teased him with my mouth without stopping, concentrating on the hard shaft expanding between our bodies.

With one hand, I reached down, circling his cock with my fingers, squeezing tightly. I matched the suckling rhythm of my lips with the pace of my hand's thrusts, quickly speeding to a frenzy of teasing ministrations.

Twice, without a word, his hand moved to replace mine, trying to guide his cock inside my wet hole. Both times, I stopped and moved away with a "Father, we simply can't." He took the denials graciously, agreeing, apologising for the level of his desire. Each time, I continued, placing my hand back around his cock, sliding its length through the slippery folds, teasing the head against my went cunt, pressing down onto the head slightly as he shivered and convulsed beneath me, trying to press his hot, mushroom head deeper within me.

I allowed his head entry, and he'd begin to push his pelvis up, straining to delve into my depths. As he did so, each time, I moved my pussy away, allowing him to slip out gently, lubricating my hand with my juices as I continued to stroke and tease his swollen cock amidst guttural groans of frustration from him.

"You are quite a tease, my child," he said as I resumed the pressure, pounding my fist down his cock to his groin. "I think you will need to confess your sins daily to reach salvation," he panted, as I brought him close to the edge, feeling his cum pulsating into his cock beneath my hand.

"Oh, but Father, my sins are great. I think it may take long periods of confession to save my soul." I pounded down the length of him furiously as I nipped and sucked on his nipples. 

He began to buck beneath me, and I knew he would soon shoot his load again. I stopped, and moved from him, crawling slowly over him, sliding my bare pussy past his mouth, his nose, and finally his eyes at a snail's pace. Once free of his body, I crawled towards his chair, with my tight ass in the air, teasing him, tempting him.




Confessions Ch. 01



His eyes, dark with lust, followed my movements. I raised myself up, sitting in his chair with my cunt unabashedly on display for him, my knees raised, feet on the chair at my sides. He moved to his side, sitting, then crawling after me. At the chair, he lowered his face to my display, sliding his tongue brazenly inside while his hands massaged my tits through my shirt. I knew his level of desire from the frenzied way he tried to push his tongue deeper and deeper, in and out, circling and probing at my clit, pinching the taut nipples, gaining more and more confidence as my breathing came heavier and faster.

He paused in his tasting to move his mouth up, pulling my top down to reveal the perky nipples beneath, before harshly biting one and then the other. "Ouch!" I exclaimed.

"Wicked women are treated like wicked women, and you, I'm afraid, are quite wicked." His eyes narrowed as he observed me. Suddenly, I felt fear. The look in his eyes was one of a wild carnivore who has finally caught its prey, and is ready for the kill and the feast. 

"Oh?" I prodded innocently, "And how do you treat a woman as wicked as I?"

"I am not quite sure, my child, never having met a woman as wicked as you, but I have a few ideas that might work." As he spoke, his finger pushed deeply into me, then retreated, only to be pushed harder inside. "First, you will need to listen to everything I say, and obey my words-God's words-without fail. Can you do that, my child?"

"I believe I can," I affirmed.

With that, he took my hand and pulled me roughly from the chair, dragging my quickly across the room to one of the closed doors. Opening it before me, I was presented with a narrow staircase, leading down to a cellar. Once in the dark, cold cellar, he quickly began kissing me sloppily, pushing against me. Backing away, but unable to loosen the grip his mouth had on mine, I felt the cold of cement against my back, and knew I could go no further. He knew it too. 

His hands began to roughly explore me as his tongue continued its invasion of my mouth. With his hands, he roughly moved mine above my head, pinning me against the wall, helpless, as his mouth continued to ravage mine.

Suddenly, I felt cold around my wrists and heard a harsh "snap". Looking up, I realised he had clamps attached to a chain, which now held me firmly in place against the wall. I tried to pull my hands free, to no avail. While the clamps moved somewhat, the chain became taut, and I could not free my wrists. 

He chuckled at my struggles. "My child, is this not what you have wanted all these weeks? A man that wants you enough to "take" you? You have been teasing me for months; I am not going to hurt you, I am merely getting insurance."

"Insurance?" I asked.

With that, there was a flash, and I realised he held a camera. And there I was, tied, tits hanging bare, in a skirt, sopping wet with desire, trembling in fear. He ordered me into several different poses, including a few with his hard cock between my thighs, and a few with me turned towards the cold wall with his large mushroom head pressed against my tight sphincter, and even one of him kissing me. 

He abruptly stopped, and left the room, climbing the stairs, closing the door behind him, leaving me in the dreary darkness.

If I had not been so scared, I might have laughed at the situation I found myself in. Certainly, my husband would have, knowing how much I enjoyed being in control.

I was not left with my racing thoughts long, for he quickly returned. To my surprise, he gingerly kissed me while freeing my hands, then bent to his knees to lick my pussy. I was so confused; I did not even think to run. And, if I am honest with myself, I was quite turned on, and did not want to leave. I wanted to see where this would lead. I allowed myself to relax, and simply gave in to my body's cravings.

When he stopped licking me, he got to his feet and grabbed my hand. "Come, my child," he instructed as he led me by the hand back to his office. Closing the door behind me, he led me to the other door. On the other side of it was a plain, stark bedroom, with only a bed and a small side table. He led me to the bed and sat me down on the edge. "Now, my child, you will have your wish. You will be fucked."

He leaned onto the bed on top of me, pushing me down under his weight as he kissed my lips. I could feel his cock pulsing against my tender folds, and could feel his passion growing with its length. "Get on your knees, my child," he commanded as he rolled off of me to the side. I stood, and dropped to my knees on the floor before him, thinking he wanted to fuck my face once more, but as I tilted my face towards his cock, he grasped my arm and pulled me to the bed. "Not on the floor! On the bed!"

I did as he commanded, climbing to my knees on the bed beside him, facing him. "Now, I want you to pray," he explained, motioning to his cock, bouncing slightly at his words. 

"Yes, Father," I replied as I moved closer and kneeled, bent over to "pray", taking his cock into my mouth. As I did so, I felt his hands. One was tangling roughly through my hair, pushing my mouth further onto his shaft, the other wrapping beneath my body to claim my pussy. He set the pace of my mouth with his hand, pushing and pulling my hair as his fingers feverishly rubbed and explored. 

He discovered that I willingly sucked much harder and faster as he circled my clit, and so was continuing that motion as my head bobbed up and down in his lap. I was getting quite turned on, hearing his reactions, feeling his fingernails scraping across my scalp as his finger teased my clit ruthlessly, and was quickly trying to take more and more of his hard cock into my mouth, pounding my nose into his thigh with each rough thrust. I could feel the cum beginning to build in his balls as I massaged them and squeezed them, and could feel the hardness building in his shaft as I sucked on him voraciously.

With a painful tug, my head was pulled from his lap, and my lips left his cock with a loud, wet "smack". "No, my child, not this time. You will not have my seed in your mouth. This time, you will be fucked, and my seed will be planted deep within your womb." As he spoke, he pulled my hair, guiding me painfully onto his lap. He grabbed his cock in one hand, and, still holding my hair harshly, pushed his cock into my wetness. I was still, not knowing what he wanted, until he began to pull my hair up roughly, indicating that he wanted me to ride him. I, on the other hand, wanted nothing of it. He was bare, and I was fertile. His "seed", as he called it, was not welcome in my womb. I struggled against him, not wanting to admit that I could become pregnant, but not wanting him to cum inside me either. He held me tightly by the hair, and began to buck his cock into me, grinding his pelvis against my clit as he did so, faster and faster.

As my body became accustomed to him, the pleasurable sensations of his grinding hips against me began to send electric shockwaves through my body, and I began to willingly press for more. What more can I say? I became a heathen.

I rocked and twisted my hips against him, pressing him deeper into me, always needing more, more, and more. 

I became vocal; using words I would not typically utter in front of my priest, and know I used the Lord's name in vain several times as I encouraged him on. To an observer, it would have been an ironic conversation: "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God" (me panting), "Yes, my child, yes, yes, yes. Ohhhh, yes child" (him panting). I think we were both too hormonal to have caught the irony at the time.

As I started really fucking him, bouncing my pussy up and down on his lap, he grabbed my ass, and moved a finger to rub my hole. At his touch, I leaned forward, fucking him nearly horizontally, while he softly pressured my ass with his finger. "Please, Father, please, please, please..." I begged...

Well, he must have thought that I was begging him to fuck my ass, because he roughly turned me over, onto my hands and knees, moved to his knees behind me, grabbed my hips, and pulled me to him roughly while plunging his cock back into my pussy and his finger into my ass. There was no preparation, and I was an anal virgin, aside from my tiny anal beads. He must have felt the tight resistance, because he started spitting on my ass, lubricating it without ever letting up on the pounding of his finger. He wrapped his other hand around my waist, leaning into me, and began to play with my clit.

"Bless me Father," I panted, "for I have definitely sinned!" 

"Oh, I am blessing you, my child, I am," He replied as he continued to thrust his cock and his finger deep within me, twirling his other fingers around my clit, driving me insane with desire. I knew I would quickly cum if he did not stop, and told him as much, which only seemed to encourage him on. The more frantic I became at the thought of his cum inside me, the more he pounded into me, rubbed me, and fingered me. 

Finally, the only option I felt I had was to have him cum in my ass, as I knew he was getting close as well. "Father, I want you to cum in my ass," I boldly proclaimed. 

"Next time, my child, I will. This time, I want to cum where I am."

"Shit!" I muttered silently. "Father, let me ride you again, please?" I begged.

He was quite amenable to that, and swiftly rolled to his back beside me. I climbed on, feeling much better now that I was back in control again. I quickly began fucking him hard, pressing him deeply into me, and picked up the pace as he held my hips, thrusting into me as I lowered onto him each time. I could tell he was close to cumming as I moved faster, and moved his hands from my hips above his head, pinning him while I rode him hard. At the last moment, I let him slide from my pussy, and rammed my ass down on him, continuing the pace as though nothing had changed. I could feel the hot spurts as he came deep in my ass, and slowed my pace quickly through the pain, allowing his flaccid penis to slip quickly from my ass.

"You, my child, need to be here for confession tomorrow, and at that time, I expect you to bring three things: A vibrator, a dildo, and your anal beads. I would expect that tomorrow's confession will take much longer than today's, so plan for a few hours." With that, he rolled me off of him, and got dressed before quickly moving to the door. As he was leaving the room, he paused, looking back at me. "And don't forget, I have a collection of pictures that could be made public, but that you will be provided with once your soul is saved, should you ever think you do not need to confess your sins. You know the way out."

And with that, he was gone.

I dressed, and quietly left the sacred building, thinking, "My God, what have I done?"



Confessions Ch. 01



Chapter 01 - Bowen

Thank you Musicloverxo91 for editing. 

When I started my profession of psychiatry I never thought that it would bring me such an adventure. I, then a man in my fifties, a well educated, and proper person, never thought I would succumb to the desires of a nineteen year old patient of mine. The outcome was a journey of epic proportions for me. I decided to search for some of the adventures of sexual pleasure from others, and list them in my book. I longed to know of peoples desires, and to see that others gave in to the pleasures of passion.

Before I share what I have found in the years since, it is only proper to share my own story, the story that started them all. I have to tell you about the girl that made me think of untold fantasies and desires. The girl who would open my eyes to a whole new world. Emma was a pretty young lady, just past her nineteenth year. She had big brown eyes, long dark hair that she always wore in a tight braid, and skin of snow. She was an athletic girl, and kept her body in wonderful shape. Her legs were long, her stomach tight, her breasts smaller then many, but not tiny, just right for a handful. 

Emma had been coming to my office for a few years, shortly after her father had passed in a car accident. I thought I knew everything about her throughout our sessions, but I was taken by surprise that wonderful, fateful day. She came into my office with a smile, a rarity for her. Her attire was not her normal jeans and shirt, but a red skirt that dropped to mid-thigh, with a flimsy white blouse. She had on black heels that she kicked off as she laid upon the sofa in my room. Her lips were painted red, her face flush. She had an air around her that was different then I had ever seen before.

I lifted a brow and gestured to her, "Is it a special day for you?" She giggled, another rarity, "yes, it is" I stood and closed the door, per usual, for her confidentiality, and leaned against it, "Do you care to share?" She took in a quick breath and responded, "Today, I get laid." It took me a few moment to collect her statement and form a response of my own, "Is this a common thing? To get laid? A friend? A lover that I have not heard of before?" She shook her head, "No Doctor Bowen, nobody I have played with before, but I want to play with him, and I know he wants to play with me."

I scratched my chin for a few moments and walked to my desk, sliding upon it, a position I had adapted over the years, made the clients feel more comfortable. I relaxed my shoulders, "Well, Emma, we have never talked about sex before, so is this going to be your first time?" She giggled, "Of course not doc, I've had sex before. Several times." I nodded and tried to think of what to write in my notebook before I continued, "So is that several times with one man, or several men a few times?" She sat up, her face bright, "that would depend. I've sucked off many different men, but only fucked a few, several times."

I rubbed my hands together, a nervous habit of mine when I am entering a dangerous area, "You say fucked, is that because there was no real feelings for them, or because it was wild and furious?" She swung her feet off of the sofa and straightened herself, her words were slow, and deliberate, "Because I fucked them so I could cum hard and fast over their hard cocks. So I could make them cum inside me, my mouth, my pussy, my ass, anywhere that I could feel them."

I adjusted myself on my desk, "Do you think that, perhaps, you do this for a longing to be loved by a man? Your father passed some time ago, it is not a stretch to think any love of a man could be an attempt to fill that void." She laughed aloud and I could feel her eyes upon me, "No. I think I do it because of the thrill, because of the excitement it gives me. Because the excitement you are going to give me." I was taken back by that, I must confess. I had no idea what to do, never had any patient implied that they wanted me to bed them, never had I even thought it would ever happen. 

I went with a generic answer, "That would be highly inappropriate Emma. For one, I am your doctor and that would violate every rule there is. And two, I am far too old for you." She licked her lip and lifted her butt off the sofa. Her fingers moved to her skirt and she slowly began to slide the cloth up her legs. I held my hand out in front of me, gesturing for her to stop, "Emma, please, this is highly inappropriate." She giggled as the skirt moved to her hips, exposing her thin red panties. She sat back down and grinned, "I'm sorry, just getting comfortable. I have to be comfortable right?"

I cleared my throat and took in a deep breath, "Comfortable is good yes, but this is beyond that. Showing me your panties is extremely inappropriate Emma. A very bad thing to do. This will not help you cope." She moved her hand to the buttons on her blouse, popping them open slowly with two fingers and purred, "But without comfort I can't cope Doctor B. I need to be as comfortable as possible."

I watched in amazement of what was happening before me, here she was, a young woman, in my office, her panties showing and now her small breasts completely exposed, her nipples hard. I tried to collect myself, "Emma, you are naked in a doctor's office, this is not appropriate, you need to put your clothes back on." 

Perhaps if I said it enough I would stop getting excited, but she would not allow that. Her fingers slid down her smooth stomach and over her panties, she patted herself and bit at her lip, "But, I am dressed Doc, my clothes are just on me differently. You can come help me if you want." I looked away, trying to think of anything to remove myself from the situation without embarrassing her, "Emma, please stop. This is not helping." She moaned softly and when I looked her panties were pulled to the side and she had a finger sliding inside herself. 

She smiled to me, "No, not helping at all. You have to come a lot closer for that. Don't you want to help me doc? After all doc, I need help, and I need help now. Come help me." It was a plea, maybe a demand. I tried to remain calm, tried to remember where I was, what I was doing. She was gorgeous. Her body a work of art. I could smell her, the scent was intoxicating, invigorating. 

I found myself standing, and moving towards her even as I spoke, "Emma, we can not have this, we can not think about sex in here, we have to remain professional, remain adults." She moved her hips to her finger and released another small gasp, "Yes doc, adults, we are adults. Come help me, let me suck your cock, let me feel you."

My steps were not my own, but the lust that was growing inside me, never had I had a woman tease me so quickly, excite me so much. I don't know if it was because it was forbidden or because she was so hot, so sexy, but I wanted to help her more then I had ever wanted any woman, "Emma, you do not want to do this, you want to put your clothes back on and stop touching yourself. You want to sit up, and talk to me."

She reached out and caressed my cock through my pants, "no doc, I want to do this, I want to touch you, I want you to touch me. I'll stop touching myself when you take over." I tried to resist, probably not as hard as I had intended, but she unfastened my pants and began to stroke my hard cock, her mouth moved towards me and she licked at it before sliding her mouth over my member. My words were spoken through deep breaths of the pleasure her mouth gave me, "No Emma, this is not appropriate, we have to stop."

She hummed on my cock as her hand moved to caress my balls, gathering them in her palm and rolling them in her fingers. She released me from her mouth just long enough to lick up my shaft and talk, her voice ever so seductive, "And why would it be wrong doc, we are both adults, we both need to feel. Let me feel you, let me help you help me."

Her mouth closed back over my cock and I found myself reaching down to her panties. She moved her fingers and my own found her wet pussy. I slid my fingers over her experimentally, pressing her folds, tapping at her clit. Her mouth kissed at my cock and she baited me, "Mmm, yes doc, feel my pussy, feel how wet you make me. Slide your fingers inside me." I could not hold off, and slid my finger deep inside her pussy. I wiggled my finger up and down when my palm pressed against her box, and I felt her hot breath in heavy pants over my cock. I pressed my palm hard against her, pushing my finger as far as I could inside her. I found myself completely taken by her, completely willing to please her in any way.

She moved her hips with my finger, fucking my hand. She kept her lips pressed against my cock as she spoke to me, "I want to suck on you while you taste me doc, can you do that for me doc, please doc, I need you to do this for me." I withdrew my fingers from her and helped her stand. I kissed her lips, her sweet lips, offering her my tongue which she took greedily. When I released her from our embrace I laid myself upon my sofa and kissed at her leg.

She smiled to me and slid her skirt and panties from her hard body, her eyes glued upon my own. My excitement grew with every second, I could not wait to taste her, to feast on her. She leaned down and kissed me, then brought her lips to my chin. Her mouth was like magic on me as is moved to my chest, and further to my stomach. Her tongue rolled upon my flesh and I nipped at hers at every opportunity. She was like a silk goddess and I was the chosen one to have her and I savored every touch I was granted. 

Her mouth moved down to my cock and she took me deep in her mouth as her legs moved over my head. She teased me, lowering herself just out of my tongues reach before lifting away from me, and lowering again. I moved my hands to her ass and pushed her down to my face. I slid my tongue deep inside her young pussy and flicked the tip as much as I could. Her mouth released me but she lathered my cock in kisses as her lips moved to my balls, where she lightly sucked on each of them. Her breath was hot, and her moans vibrated through her lips and onto my balls.

I slid my tongue out of her pussy, guiding it through her folds and lapped at her clit. My fingers reached down between her legs, first teasing her ass, then lower to her pussy, letting just the tip of a finger enter her, and wiggled it back and forth, teasing her, trying to drive her wild upon me. My mouth sucked on her clit, then I slithered my tongue into her folds once more, the musky sweet scent of her overpowering my senses, her taste was heaven to my tongue. She gasped upon my balls before taking me completely in her mouth again, muffling the sound of her ecstasy. 

Her orgasm was like a flood, wave after wave of her sweet juices fell upon my lips, and her mouth clamped upon my cock. Her hips bucked as she fucked my face throughout her release, and I grasped onto her ass with my free hand. She panted and released my cock as her orgasm subsided. She kissed at my thigh and reached back removing my hand from her ass. Slowly she moved off of me and stood before me, her body shiny with sweat, her trimmed pussy soaked from my saliva and her warm juices. She licked her lips, "Please take me doc, I want you inside me, I want to feel you."

I returned her smile and stood before her. My fingertips caressed her face and I lowered my mouth upon her own. She took my kiss and we deepened it, pulling each other closer. Our hands feeling each others bodies. I kissed down to her chin, then up to her ear, sucking lightly on the lobe before nibbling it. My hands moved between us and I caressed her breast, squeezing in in my hand before moving the tips of my finger to her erect nipple and pinching at it.

She weakened in my arms at the touch of her nipple and I quickly moved my mouth to her neck, sliding it over, under her chin, then down to her breasts, kissing around each of them before rolling my tongue over one nipple and my thumb over the other. Her chest moved closer, pressing against my mouth and hands, and I lowered my free hand to her pussy, tapping my fingers against her folds.

She gasped as my fingers touched her, and I bit at her nipples. I spun us around and removed my hands as I guided her to sit back on the sofa. She smiled up to me and I knelt down, inching myself toward her. She ran her hand between her legs and caressed her pussy, "Fuck my pussy doc, give me what I need." I needed little encouragement to take her. I leaned forward and she took a hold of my cock and guided me inside her sweet hole. I pressed just the head of my cock inside and waited a moment, her mouth was partially opened and I kissed at her lip. I kissed down her body to her breasts as I pushed deeper inside her, every inch drawing a moan of pleasure from her wonderful lips. I kissed and sucked on one nipple then moved to the other as I felt my hips press against her, my cock completely inside her, and I began to slowly rotate my hips as I withdrew from her.

She pushed toward me as the tip of my cock began to exit her, and I quickly slid myself back inside her honey pot. Her voice was husky, and her breath was hot upon my shoulder, "Fuck me Doctor Bowen! Fuck me hard, make me cum!" I slid my hands to her hips and began to thrust my cock in and out of her, moving my hips from side to side with each movement. I locked my lips around her nipple, and flicked my tongue over her. Her moans grew and she pushed my mouth from her. I backed my mouth off, and she lifted her legs in the air, "Now you can really fuck me doc!"

I held onto her legs and began to pump myself in and out of her hard and fast. The sound of my hips slapping off her thighs echoing within my small room. Her body began to shake and she bit at her lip as she released herself upon my cock, her words were through her gasps for air, "Oh fuck yes doc, I'm cumming again, you're making me cum so hard!"

I felt her orgasm subside as my own began to build, raising up my cock. She felt it as well and pushed me back, and I fell onto the floor. She jumped at me like a crazed feline and took my in her mouth, sucking on me fast and furiously. She pumped my cock with her hand and mouth and I felt the most wonderful release I had ever had, and she took my many streams of hot cum like they were her life.

She kept her mouth upon me until I went limp, then sucked a few more times, draining any remaining cum I had left. Then she crawled up on me and kissed my lips, "You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that to you doc. Every time you sat on that desk all I could think of was having you inside me. Thank you."

I kissed her lips several times before finding words, "Thank you Emma. I had no idea how bad I would want you given the chance. But this was still wrong, we can't let anyone know." She giggled as she lifted herself from my body, "well, we will have to have a few sessions just to discuss my sexuality I guess." I smiled to her, "If that is what it takes, we will have to do just that." We both got dressed and she gave me a long, wonderful goodbye kiss before she left. Emma and I had many sexual sessions after that, twice a month for four years. When she married four years later we stopped, the sex at least. I still see her every month. I know everything she has ever done, and she thanks me every time for what we did. 

To Emma, the release was needed, was required for her to release herself. To me, although the sex was wonderful, it was a guilty pleasure. I loved the moments we had, and will never forget them. Sometimes I get a bit jealous of her husband. But, it's all good. Besides the pleasure she gave me, she also made me seek out those with other naughty pleasures. I began my search for such people, and I was not disappointed. What a wonderful gift.



Confessions Ch. 01



I've been dealing with a guilty conscience for nearly a year now and I need a way to get this off my chest. A friend of mine suggested I share my story here to get it out in the open and see if it would help.

Last summer was an odd time. My sister was engaged to a guy we had fought over when we were younger. There's less than a year between us so this happened fairly frequently. We had both sexually matured at a young age so our competition over guys had been ongoing for years at this point. I was the more sexually active of the two of us and wasn't afraid to use that to my advantage. She was much tamer at first and as a result often lost out.

But this guy was different. For whatever reason, despite my flirtations, he seemed to pay very little attention to me and formed a much closer friendship with my sister. The next thing I know, they're banging each other, then dating, within a year they had a baby on the way and soon after they were engaged. 

I still to this day don't know what I did wrong. We would all hang out and I'd catch him checking me out. I visited the two of them when they lived out of town for a while. He was laying on the floor with the baby while my sister was sitting next to me. I was wearing a skirt and slowly, discreetly opened my legs to reveal my smooth, shaved pussy to him. He restrained his reaction so I left my legs apart for his enjoyment. He looked up and admired every now and then. It took nearly an hour of this before my sister caught on and shot me an angry look.

That night, she confronted me. I was lying in bed and I heard the door open. There stands my sister in a robe. She said "I know you were giving him a show today."

"So? He liked it." And quite frankly, it got me wet to entertain all those old fantasies again. I didn't tell her this but the smirk on my face seemed to give it away.

My sister opened the robe to reveal a very sexy corset, garter belt, and thigh highs. "Well now it's my turn for a show. All you get to do is listen while he fucks me the way you wish he'd fuck you. He's mine, I won, remember that."

With that she was gone. A few seconds later I could hear the two of them starting up. I heard him object because her sister was on the other side of the wall and she said something along the lines of... "fuck it." I heard the bed squeaking, the headboard slamming against the wall, my sister moaning like a whore and narrating every action. But under her, I heard his heavy breathing, his grunts as he started to cum. I could picture him fucking her and that image turned to him fucking me. I dipped my finger inside of myself as I imagined it. I tuned out my sister and listened to his sounds. I remembered the smirk he gave me when I first gave him a glimpse of my pussy. Maybe...

Years passed. They had moved back to the same city as me. I loved that I got to see my nephew more often but it was difficult seeing him and still having these unresolved feelings. I fought myself before and after every visit to see them. I finally accepted that I would never have the opportunity I had fantasized about for so long.

Then my sister handed me the greatest opportunity of my life.

He called me when the dust cleared a little. He was obviously upset. He had just heard what I had been trying to save him from all along. My sister had cheated on him with some guy 25 years older than either of them. He had done nothing but take care of her and treat her like royalty and she went and fucked some old guy because of her unresolved daddy issues.

He asked me how long I knew. He wanted to know how long it had been going on. He had so many questions and he sounded so incredibly defeated. I told him I'd come talk to him.

I arrived and found him slumped in a chair. I sat down across from him and we sat in silence for a while. I didn't know what to say and neither did he. I finally spoke up.

"I tried to stop her. I tried to tell you."

He motioned for me to stop. He looked up at me. As sad as he was, he also seemed enraged. A shock started in my pussy and ran up my spine from that glimmer of rage in his eye. I couldn't help it.

"I had so much faith in her. I trusted her. I loved her."

Silence fell again. It was awkward and yet comfortable at the same time. After a while, I felt that maybe he needed to be alone.

"We can talk another time when you feel more up to it." I started to stand.

"No, don't leave." He seemed desperate. "I don't know what to say but I don't want to be alone."

My heart melted a little. I leaned in to give him a hug and I felt him pull back. As he pulled away, his fully erect cock brushed my arm. I looked up at him with shock. He met my gaze with a nervous look. Our eyes locked for a few seconds before I felt his hands gently grab my waist. He slowly pulled me towards him and I fell into the chair, straddling him. My face fell on his and we kissed. It started slowly and innocently but soon gained momentum. Soon our bodies were pressing against each other, our hands clawing at each other. We were biting each other's lips. I dropped my body in his lap and felt his cock against my fully alert pussy.

I jumped up and stopped for a second. I couldn't look at him. "We shouldn't do this, huh?"

He didn't answer and my heart dropped. I felt his hands on my waist again and feared he was about to push me back. But instead, he pulled my body back down against his cock. The second it touched, I was lost. The slut within me took over. I gave him a devilish little smirk which he greeted with that same look from years before when he saw up my skirt. I dove into him, bit his lip, and worked my free hand down into his pants.

I sucked on his neck as I pulled his erect dick out of his pants. I stroked it for a while before sinking in the chair to take him in my mouth. He held my hair back and rubbed my shoulder as I eased it down my throat. I sped up as I felt him become harder and harder. Finally, I plunged it deep down my throat so my face was pressed against his stomach and his manhood was lost entirely inside of me. I let my tongue sneak out and caress his balls before releasing and slowly easing my way back up him. He popped out of my mouth with that delightful kissing sound from the suction of my lips. I looked him in the eyes and said "this is so long overdue."

As I took my shirt off, he stopped for a moment. "Do you have a condom? I don't have one."

I cocked my head to the side and looked at him as if he had three heads. "Really? I've been trying to fuck you for seven years and you think I'm going to let that stop me?"

I dropped my pants and climbed down on the floor. I lifted my ass up to present it to him. It was his to have as he pleased. I didn't look back, I didn't need to. I just waited.

It was only a few seconds before I felt the head of his cock against my lips. It sent that shock back up my spine and I jumped. I felt my lips part and he was in me. Finally.

I pushed back against him to take him deeper. He started with just a few gentle and gradual strokes. I could feel him getting harder. I looked back at him and smiled. Not the devilish smirk... a genuine smile.

His hands grabbed my hips and he pulled me towards him as he thrusted deep and swift. It made me exhale and my head snapped forward again. A second later, another strong thrust. Then another. I let my head hang as the ecstasy coursed through my body. I tried to tell him how badly I wanted this, how I'd fantasized about him ravaging me. But the only words I could get out through the continuing forced exhales was "YES!" GASP "YE..." GASP "PLEEEEEEASE!" GASP "OOOOOOHHHHH"

Now he was a machine, fucking me so fast I couldn't even dream of recovering between each thrust. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter. My clit was vibrating out of control and I could barely hold myself up. His grip on my waist got firmer and firmer. I knew I would have bruises in the shape of his hand tomorrow and the thought turned me on. I'd go swimming tomorrow and show off his handprints to the world. I wanted everyone to know I was his slut tonight.

His body got closer and closer to mine. His hand moved up from my waist to my stomach, up past my breast to my neck. He grabbed it firmly and lifted me against him. He continued to pound inside of me as his hand gripped either side of my tiny throat. I lifted my face up in obedience. I imagined his hand was the collar I longed to wear for him.

He bit my ear lobe. An explosion rushed through me and I squirted. As he felt it, he buried his face in my neck, kissing it, biting it. He moved up to my face and we kissed passionately again and again as our bodies moved in symmetry. His other hand crossed over my body and pulled me back towards him. All I could think about was how badly I needed him to cum in me.

Our bodies rose and fell as if we were riding a stormy ocean. We stopped kissing and held our faces together, nose to nose. Our breathing was heavy but in total unison. There was an intense moment when our eyes met. The rage was there and I felt totally dominated. I looked back at him with submissive, obedient eyes as if to say I had been his all along. I wiggled my hips back into him and he began thrusting quicker again. His grip became firm again. He bit his lip and I heard that grunt I had dreamed of just as I felt the rush of his cum inside me.

I smiled bigger than I had in years and released, joining him in cum. As my breath escaped, I mumbled "master." We both eased into slower movements until we had stopped. We inched backwards until we were laying on each other on the floor. I felt him withdraw from me and smiled again. I turned over on him to keep his juice from falling out. I wanted to save my souvenir I had worked so hard for.

I laid on his chest for a moment or two in silence. He had his arms around me. I started to lift up and said I should probably leave him alone. He stood with me, took my hand, and led me upstairs. We got into bed and that's where I remained all night.

But I couldn't sleep. I had wanted this for a long time and it was everything I had hoped for and more but I couldn't shake the feeling that I had betrayed my sister. He was asleep soon. I looked at him as he slept. Yeah, it was worth it. To belong to him, that moment of submission, even if only for one night was worth it all.

And this was a onetime thing, I knew that. There was no way for us to have a relationship. How would he explain to his son that his aunt is also his mom? He couldn't. It wasn't an option.

But the sex, the submission... that was an option. I laid there for a good long while thinking of how I could have that again.

It was the first time I fucked my sister's ex, my master. It was not going to be the last.

To be continued. 



Confessions Ch. 01



“Thank you, Renee.” Michael whispered back.

“Same time tomorrow.” She said.

To be continued??



Confessions Ch. 02



Chapter 02 - Mr. Umber

Thank you Musicloverxo91 for editing. 

I was in my tenth year, a thirty four year college introduction to math professor. I had over one hundred and fifty students in my classes everyday, and I knew everyone of them by face, name and voice. Little could happen in my class without me knowing, when, where, why, or who. I had been labeled, a stern, yet fair teacher, and was liked by most students and staff. It was rare for me to have disruptions in my classes, and filing a disciplinary report was non-existent. I graded my students with fairness, if they worked hard, and did as they were suppose to, they would generally pass my class. There were a few, that just didn't get it, and would fail.

It was in early January that one of my students came to my classroom after most had left for the day, for her innocence, I will call her Jackie. Jackie was an athletic girl, involved in many sports and extracurricular activities. She seemed to excel in most classes, but not mine. When Jackie came to my room I waved her in and she moved inside swiftly closing the door behind her, she seemed upset to me and I straightened to let her know she would have my full attention. She stepped over to my desk, and rested her hands upon its smooth surface before speaking, "I need to pass your class Mr. Umber. If I fail, I will not be able to continue my sports."

I nodded to her, "I understand that, and I understand that you may be having issues with this subject. We can set up a tutor for you, there are many that can help you." She breathed deep and shook her head, "I don't have time for a tutor Mr. Umber, my time is filled keeping my body in shape for sports, and doing the homework I already have. I have done every assignment you have given this year, I have studied for every test, I have done everything that I could, but I am still failing. Mr. Umber, I need to know if there is anything else I can do?"

I paused as I thought, all the times you hear about them doing anything for something it fell into fantasies. I had to chuckle to myself as I thought of that. Never had I thought about actually touching one of my students, the fantasy was fantasy only, but it was a sexy one. I was not thinking she was offering that though, and did not plan on offering that to her either, I was a good, honest, faithfully married man. "If you like Jackie, we can set up a time for you and I to meet and work on some of this together, therefore we could meet on the time that you do have available."

She moved to my side of the desk and slid upon it as she looked me, "Mr. Umber, I don't think that you understand what I am saying to you," She smiled and moved her skirt up her thighs a bit higher, "I will do anything to get the grade." My mind whirled as I realized she did mean anything. This I had to stop, geometry was passed by work on geometry not on a person. I lifted my hand and signaled for her to stop, "Jackie, that is highly inappropriate, that is not how you earn a grade in my class, now please lower your skirt."

She smiled at me and slid back off my desk. "I am sorry Mr. Umber, I did not mean to offend, I wasn't aware you didn't like that," she smiled again, and took a breath, "perhaps this would be better," She moved her hands behind her and I heard a zipper and her skirt fell onto my floor. 

I sat there, I amazement, staring at this beautiful young lady before me, her legs were long and tan, her slender body was very fit, very sexy. I could feel the bulge in my pants starting to grow and snapped myself back into reality, "Jackie, put your skirt back on please." She smiled again, she must have thought she made me weak, and she was not far from the truth. She slid back onto my desk and her fingers moved down the buttons of her blouse, exposing her bra to me, then her belly, her sexy, belly. 

I tried to speak, but the words were lost, and she giggled. Her arms went back and the shirt slid from her, her fingers moved to her back and she unclasped her bra and let it fall, "Mr. Umber, please help me with my grade," Her voice was soft, sexy. I once again put my hand up and tried to speak, but her left foot slid into my lap and slowly stroked me, quieting me quickly. "Am I sexy Mr. Umber? Do you like this?" As she spoke her right foot moved onto my desk spreading her legs, and her fingers slid over her skimpy panties, "You know Mr. Umber, just last night I masturbated thinking about you, you made me very wet."

I felt my eyes move and I watched as she caressed herself through the thin material, my cock was hard in reaction to her fingers, and foot. I tried to speak again, but I think it was more of as squeak, "Jackie, this is highly, so very highly inappropriate." She giggled, and moved her panties to the side and slid a finger inside of herself, "MMM, Mr. Umber, please help me." she pleaded as she removed her foot from my cock. 

I stared at her, lost in the action as her finger slid in and out of her young pussy, I felt her hand on the back of my head and I leaned forward with it. My mouth opened as her finger slid out and my tongue pressed against her. My taste bud exploded with the taste of her, her pussy was sweet, and soft and I kissed it, then licked it again. My hands moved to her sides as I slid out of my chair, to my knees in front of her. I heard her moan as I jabbed her pussy with the tip of my tongue. 

Her fingers slid off my head and back to her pussy, spreading it for me, "Oh Mr. Umber, your mouth is magic." She coaxed me on and I had little doubt that my mouth was to her, as she got wetter then I had ever seen my wife. I moved my mouth to her clit and stabbed it with my tongue, then closed my lips on it and sucked lightly, as I slid my finger deep inside her. I could feel her shaking already and added a finger and moved them in circles inside her, my tongue beginning to mimic them on her clit.

"Mr., Umber, I'm going to cum, Mr. Umber, I'm cumming," Her voice was shaking and drove me on, I nipped my teeth at her clit and moved my fingers quickly in and out of her young pussy. I could feel her shaking fiercely. Then she exploded on my fingers with gasps of breath and high pitched moans, wave after wave of her orgasm flowed over my fingers and hand, her pussy grasping at me.

I slowed my pace and moved my mouth from her as I felt her orgasm simmering down. I looked up to her and withdrew my fingers and stood quickly. Her face was lit, bright with joy, my own lit, bright with embarrassment, "Jackie," I stuttered, I couldn't talk. Jackie smiled and slid from my desk. She placed her hands on my waist and slid down my body, I tried to protest, but all thoughts of it disappeared as her fingers unfastened my pants and I felt them fall to the floor. She wasted no time dropping my underwear and her hand grasped my cock and she slowly stroked it, "You like this Mr. Umber?" She asked her smile wide as she looked up to me.

I had no reply and she giggled once more as she opened her mouth and slid it over my cock, her tongue sliding around my cock as she took me deep into her mouth. Her mouth was wonderful as she slid back up my shaft, her lips moving back down, her tongue never pausing. She slid back up and released me from her mouth and her hand began stroking me once more, "You are so big Mr. Umber." She giggled again as she kissed down my cock and sucked on my balls. 

Her hand moved faster on my shaft as her mouth closed on my balls, licking and sucking, Her thumb teased the head of my cock and she looked up to me once more, "Will you fuck me Mr. Umber, please fuck me and make me earn that grade." I nodded and she lit up, "Thank you Mr. Umber, I want to feel you inside me." She stood up, removing her panties quickly at the same time. She turned around and leaned on my desk pointing her backside at me, "Take Mr. Umber, please take me."

I was astounded with myself, was I really doing this? Then I realized I had already committed and decided to do something my wife would never consent to, hell she wouldn't consent to this either right? I knelt down behind her and slid my fingers between her legs once more, slowly caressing her pussy, she moaned and this time I smiled. I moved my face closer and extended my tongue, licking lightly at her ass cheek.

Jackie knew immediately what I was doing and urged me on, "MMM Yes Mr. Umber, please lick my ass," she stated as she reached back with both her hands and spread her ass for me. I took a deep breath and slid my tongue over her ass, flicking small circles around her sweet little hole. Then I darted the tip inside and slid my finger deep into her pussy, perhaps harder then I had intended as her body tightened and a loud moan escaped her lips. Her fingers grasped into her cheeks, spreading them wide, as my tongue moved in and out of her ass, and my fingers began to swirl deep inside her wet pussy, her juices beginning to run down my arm. 

I tongued her ass for some time before I felt her shaking again and decided to feel her on my cock instead. I withdrew my fingers from her and stood behind her, she moaned in reply, "Mr. Umber I'm so close to cumming again, please fuck me, please fill my pussy with your cock." I needed no more encouragement and took hold of her waist with my left hand as my right went to my cock and moved it to her pussy, I slid the head inside her and moved my hand to her ass, caressing it as I slid deeper inside her. She gasped as I pushed myself all the way inside her and slowly began to pump my cock.

Her breath in quick pants as she spoke to me, "Oh god Mr. Umber, your cock is so good, fuck me Mr. Umber, make me earn the grade. I'm going to cum all over your cock Mr. Umber." And she did, I could feel her young, tight pussy squeezing my cock as she came on me. I started moving my hips faster, fucking her harder as she came, her breath came in gasps as my cock impaled her.

I could feel myself getting close as her orgasm concluded, my shaft was beginning to grow, and I was a little nervous about going inside her and pulled out quickly. She must have known I was close and spun around and dropped to her knees, she took my cock in her hand and began to stroke me. She smiled up to me, the innocence gone from her eyes, "Ill take you in my mouth Mr. Umber, there will be no evidence that way" and she covered my cock with her mouth, her tongue back to spinning over my shaft inside her.

I would have laughed had I not been so close to exploding, the evidence was already on my floor and arm. But my thoughts were on her as her mouth bobbed on my cock, her fingers caressing my balls, lightly rolling them in her hand. I let a moan escape my lips and she moved her mouth faster up and down my cock, I could feel the cum moving to the tip of my cock, and she moved to take it from me.

My orgasm was like that of a rocket, my knees buckled beneath me as I shot stream after stream of my hot cum into her mouth, she continued to suck on me moving her mouth to the head and flicking her tongue over it in her mouth as my cum shot at her, her hand stroking the shaft rapidly as she gently squeezed my balls.

I felt my orgasm finish and she ran her mouth down my cock slowly, then back up taking any cum that was left, sucking it from my softening member. I caressed her head as she released me and she smiled up to me, "Thank you Mr. Umber." She wasn't thanking me for the grade, but the fun. I hadn't given her a grade yet, and was nervous as to what she wanted next, "Thank you Jackie, I never knew how good that would be."

She stroked me a couple more times, and licked whatever dripped out before it could fall from me, then she pulled my underwear, and pants up. She kissed my lips softly as she fastened my clothes and whispered softly to me through our kiss, "That should raise my grade one level, we will go for another later Mr. Umber, that is, if that is okay with you sir." I nodded slowly, "That will be good Jackie, we will discuss," I used the word very loosely, "This again later."

She smiled as she moved away from me and retrieved her clothes, bending at the waist to pick them up and smiling back at me as she displayed her pussy and ass to me once more before dressing herself. I smiled and sat back into my chair as I watched one of the hottest young women in the student body dress before me.

She smiled as she moved to the door of the room, then turned and spoke quietly, "Mr. Umber, I must confess, tomorrow in class will be like the last few weeks, I'll be as wet as ever and might touch myself beneath the desk, be sure to look." She gave a smile, oddly it was one that made me think of innocence, turned and exited, closing the door behind her. I sat at my desk for some time after that, then opened my books and raised her grade ten points.



Confessions Ch. 02



Preface: As I worked on part two of my little tale, I found it was incredibly difficult to continue omitting names. After a long internal debate, I've added names. Whether they're everyone's actual names or not is up to your imagination to decide...

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I stared at the ceiling fan continuing to cycle the warm August air around the room. I was still laying naked in bed with my sister's ex, who the night before had ravaged me the likes of which I had only dreamt of. I could still feel his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips, his warm breath on my neck, his seed clinging inside of me, whatever hadn't fallen out. I didn't sleep at all that night. I had to figure out a way to make this happen again.

Only about a day earlier, Matt had found out my sister, Katie, was cheating on him with a much older man. It was no fault of his own and more the fault of her compulsion. And while she knew it was wrong and told me this repeatedly, she couldn't stop herself. While part of me wanted to take pity on her, the majority of me couldn't deny my desire to have her ex all to myself. Let her indulge her fantasy for mature men and I would give her ex all the heated, toe-curling sex he craved but wasn't getting from her.

The scenarios that danced through my head that night covered a wide range of possibilities. Some were outrageous and hard to even imagine. Others were a bit more practical. By those early morning hours, I had narrowed it down to three ideas. I would take the day to decide what would be best. But first, I needed some more information.

I snuck my phone out and texted my sister. "You ok?" I silenced it to hide our conversation. Soon, a response came through. 

"No, no sleep, I feel horrible."

"I'll come see you today, k?"

"Thanks"

I smirked as I slid the phone under the pillow. Matt started to stir next to me and a rush of adrenaline shot through me. It was like I forgot that it had all been real. Now, as he moved and our skin brushed against each other's, it was all authentic again.

His eyes opened slowly. He caught a glimpse of me and smiled, pulled me in, and kissed me on the forehead. I couldn't help but smile back.

"We could get in a lot of trouble if anyone knew about this, huh?" He asked. I couldn't answer, just nodded.

I fought myself to not ask the next question but it needed to be addressed. "I guess that means we can't do this again, huh?"

He sighed and dropped his head against the pillow. It wasn't a question he wanted to deal with right now either. As he wrestled with his thoughts, I took the chance to admire his naked body. He wasn't the peak of physical design but he wasn't far from it either. His skin clung tightly over the muscles of his back and as he breathed I could see more definition. His shoulders were perfect; nothing else needs to be said. Just as my gaze worked its way down to his beautifully-crafted ass, he picked up his head.

"No, we can't do this anymore." He didn't look at me. "Don't get me wrong, Brandy, it was amazing and I've wanted that for a long time. I just don't know what's going on with me and your sister. I don't know where that's going to go. I don't know what I want."

"I understand." I did, truly, but I hated every word. She had won simply because I could never win. I could see in the tortured look on his face that, despite the pain, deep down he still loved her. My heart sank and I thought for a moment that maybe they weren't as over as they seemed all day yesterday.

As I got to my car, though, I started to think maybe this played to my advantage. Maybe this told me which of my three options was a winner. The proverbial light bulb went off in my head. I knew what I had to do and the pieces were all in place already. Now I just had to be patient.

I stopped at home on my way to my sister's and stumbled in. I pulled my laptop open and searched frantically. I knew it was on Facebook but I couldn't find it. I scrolled seemingly forever and finally, I had it. I tried to take as many mental notes as I could. "Geeze, I'm going to need a bigger purse."

I must have looked like I'd never run before. The mix of nervousness and the need to be quick did not result in a very graceful presentation. I found my biggest purse and returned to take more mental notes. This was taking too long. As I stared at the computer screen, I suddenly remembered quite simply that I had a printer.

I grabbed the image from the printer, stuffed it in the deepest pocket of my purse, and ran out the door. I fought with myself over the whole drive to my sister's. Could I really do this? I mean, this was taking that betrayal I already felt to a whole different level.

I sat at a red light and let my thoughts drift off. I could hear him saying my name as he fucked me into the ground. I could feel his hand around my throat again. I suddenly felt the tingle of the cum he had left inside of me. My hand shot between my legs and I smirked. I completely forgot he didn't have a condom. I made a mental note to stop at the pharmacy on the way home. I needed something else anyway.

It wasn't until I pulled into my sister's driveway that I really snapped out of my fantasy. I took a moment to collect myself and then walked in. The way Katie was acting, you'd think she was the one who had been cheated on. I did my sisterly duty and acted as concerned and sorry as I could for her. All the while, I held back thoughts of the night before. I fought the urge to thank her for giving me the opportunity to be filled from behind by her now ex. I nodded, I faked interest, I offered empty support, but all the while I was plotting, scheming how I would be his slut again. It was all I could think of.

Finally, my sister paused her sobbing and looked at her phone with a grin. "He called me. I'm going to call him back, this will be a while." 

"He" was the guy she had been cheating with. I knew this really would be a while, it was my chance. I waited until she disappeared around the corner and heard her start talking. All that sorrow and regret faded completely from her voice and I felt more resolved in my task.

I snuck up the stairs quietly and turned into her room. My hand fished around in my purse until I pulled the printout from it and looked it over. It was a picture of her with the subject of my fantasies. His hand was around her waist firm, like it had been the night before on mine as he used my body to appease his own desires. I bit my lip a little as I surveyed the picture. I ducked into the closet and scanned the row of clothes. There were so many options. Maybe I should just grab anything.

But the picture was specific. It was taken the night of a party. I knew he would be there and I spent hours getting ready that night yet he barely seemed to know I was there. He was too invested in my sister and the dress she was wearing that night. It was a satiny material, black with large white polka dots. His hands were all over her that night and I remember how jealous I was. They couldn't have been at the party longer than an hour. Then I stepped out to talk to a friend on the porch and saw the two of them fucking in their car, her still wearing that dress he was so mesmerized with.

Yes, it had to be that one. I flipped through the dresses and started to lose hope. There was no telling how long she would be on the phone so I had to be quick or give up. Finally, way in the back, I found it. I grabbed it off the hanger and threw it in my purse. I ran to her dresser and searched for the red headband she had worn. This was much easier to find. I looked under the bed for the black satin heels. There were dozens. I thought maybe I should abandon my search and try another day. After all, if I was caught, it would be hard to explain. I scanned the options and grabbed a few, none of which were my target.

I heard the door open downstairs. My heart jumped and I shoved the shoes in hand back under the bed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw them. I grabbed them and quickly threw them in with the rest of my treasure. I snuck out of the room but I could hear downstairs that I was too late, she was back. Desperate, I ducked into the bathroom.

She started to come up to investigate as I slowly and gently shut the door to avoid making any sound. Soon, she reached the top of the stairs.

"Are you ok?"

Damn it, now what am I going to do? "Um, yeah I'm good... I just... do you have any tampons?"

She laughed a little. "You have the biggest purse in the world today and no tampons?" I faked a laugh a little, concerned that she had noticed the purse. "In the closet, top shelf."

"Thanks!" I grabbed one and opened it. I'm sure I was just paranoid but I could have sworn she was listening through the door to make sure I really took one.

A minute or two later, I locked the inner pocket of my purse to hide what I was stealing. I came back downstairs holding my stomach.

"Cramps?"

"Yeah." I lied, and she bought it. I had my excuse to leave and she was fine with it. She didn't check my purse but I could swear she was looking at it the whole way out the door.

I stopped at the pharmacy, but not for tampons. I took care of the night before and picked up my overdue birth control. Then I went to the hair aisle. I grabbed the right color and headed home.

I went to work on my plan. I made sure the dress fit right, the shoes were perfect, and every piece was in place. I took them all off and hid them safely. Then I dyed my hair the auburn color my sister had worn for years. It was a big change from my usual brunette but I really did look a lot like her with the new color.

I needed a day or two so the hair wouldn't bleed dye into his pillow while he fucked me. I did everything I could to keep my mind occupied so I wouldn't jump the gun. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't get the night before off my mind. I was texting him to see how he was while my fingers played between my legs. His responses were short but I could tell he was struggling a lot today. I told him I was off tomorrow and was going to check on him. He thanked me and said that was a nice offer but he didn't want to hurt me. He didn't want me to think something was starting between us and he knew I had always wanted that. As much as he enjoyed our night together, he couldn't stop thinking about his past with Katie right now. I told him I understood; he had no idea what I really meant.

I occupied my time that evening with a little shopping. I needed something special, something to complete this next attempt. I was sure this would push him over the edge if the original plan didn't work. I went to sleep satisfied that my new investment would not fail me. I was going to be his again tomorrow.

I waited as long as I could the next day. Late morning hit and my patience was gone. I put the dress on, the accessories I had stolen, and the shoes. I did my hair and makeup and compared my reflection in the mirror to the picture from that night. The way the dress hung off my slender body made me smile. The polka dots accented my every curve. The satiny material against my skin excited me. I had it.

Twenty minutes later I arrived where Matt was staying. I texted him and told him I was leaving something on his porch that would make him feel better. He thanked me and told me he would check in a minute. I ran to the porch and waited. The minutes felt like hours. I debated adding that last item I bought last night, just to be certain this would work. As I reached into my purse to get it, the door opened. He stepped out on the porch in only a pair of boxer briefs. I smiled up at him.

"What is this?" He looked aroused but confused at the same time.

I stood and walked to him quietly. "I know you want Katie and that's ok. I'll be Katie today."

He put his hands on my waist. The feel of the satin against his fingertips seemed to be enough to excite him and he flinched. I could feel him getting hard.

"You can call me by her name, you can do with me anything you want to do with her. I'm not me. Today, you get one more fuck with her." I dropped my shoulders a bit as if to say 'take me.' After a brief pause, he opened the door and let me in.

Inside, his hands wasted no time going to work on me. He loved the feel of the dress. He asked if this was THE dress and I nodded. "I remember how much you loved it that night at the party. I thought you might like to have it again."

He explored my body, gently rubbing his hands over the dress. It gave me chills. My nipples were erect, my back was arching. An overwhelming compulsion gripped me; I needed to add that extra item. "There is one difference."

He looked at me puzzled as I reached into my purse. I pulled out the collar and clamped it around my neck. Next followed the leash and handed it to him. "I don't know if you ever dominated her but today she's going to be your little slave."

His eyes lit up. He told me she was never willing to do this even though he asked repeatedly. "Well today she is fully willing." He clamped the leash to the D ring and gave it a firm tug. My head jerked forward. "Katie" He said firmly. I looked up innocently, a little scared.

"My darling little slut, I'm glad you're here. I'm going to fuck you all day."

I bowed my head. "I will do whatever pleases my Master."

He pulled me quickly into him and began kissing me deeply. His hands pressed firmly against me, slowly sliding up and down the satin dress. He was whispering my sister's name and I could tell it was turning him on. It was working but I had to play the part.

"Master, I'm so sorry I've hurt you."

"Yes, my little slut, you really have." He had a smirk on his face that excited me.

"I will gladly take any punishment my Master desires."

He tugged the leash without words and positioned me on the stairs. I stood there on all fours as he lifted the back of my dress, exposing my ass and the red lace thong under it. His hand came down hard on my ass and I gasped when it hit.

"Does my whore enjoy her punishment?"

"Yes!" It was true.

He spanked me again. And again. The repeated hits from his hand must be turning my ass bright red. I was lifting my hips into each smack to show him I liked it. Each time, he spanked harder.

He finally leaned in and called me by her name. I was lost in this character and turned on to be playing the role of my submissive slut of a sister. He whispered in my ear as chills rushed up my spine.

"You've hurt me very deeply, my slut, so now I will have to fuck you just as deeply."

"Yes please, Master. I'm ready for my punishment."

I felt the lace thong slide to the side and his throbbing cock press against me. He pulled hard on my leash and yanked on a fistful of my hair to pull my head upright. As he did so, his cock head spread my lips apart and pushed into me. I gasped and he pulled the leash and hair tighter. A single tear fell from my eye.

He was pumping slowly to spread me out. Soon, those familiar quick, deep thrusts began. I tried to drop my head but he held it up with the leash. "You will stand proudly" he ordered. Then he used the end of the leash to spank my already ripe ass. I screamed, the mix of pleasure and pain was too much to keep in. He dropped the leash and grabbed my waist again. The satin was driving him insane.

"Now you're my slave. Now I'm going to fuck you every night with your collar on like I always wanted to."

Part of me was hoping he was talking to me but I knew these words were meant for my sister.

"You will wear this dress for me when I command it and I will fuck you as I please."

"Yes, Master." I had no argument. With his hands back on my hips, the collar tugging at my throat, and the clump of my hair in his tight fist, I would have agreed to anything.

"And you will submit to me in everything you do and everything I ask."

I wanted this more than he knew. As he spoke to me as a slave, a part of me came alive. "Of course, Master, I will always obey you."

"I always wanted to conceive another child in this dress. Are you prepared to bear my child again?"

Clearly, he was still playing me as the character of Katie. The reality hit me like a brick and my response was less enthusiastic. "Yes, Master."

He slowed for a second. "This isn't just for me, is it?" I felt him lean forward and his chest touched my back, his mouth rested next to my ear. "Are you prepared to bear my child... for the first time..." I got chills. I figured he was appeasing me as I had appeased him. "Brandy, I asked you a question, my slut." 

My whole body seized. My pussy contracted around his cock and the hair on my neck stood on end. My hand came up to rest gently on his face. He spoke again in a whisper.

"Brandy, I don't need her anymore. YOU are going to be my slave." I started bucking wildly and squirted hard. This made his cock the hardest I had ever felt it. He yanked on the leash and my hair as he leaned back. I felt a few hairs rip out of my scalp. The hand on my waist was slowly crushing me, bruising me even deeper. It was heaven.

"To my bed, slave, I'm going to fuck you properly."

I stumbled up the stairs, my eagerness fighting his pull on my leash. Matt kept me from running in. I had to crawl in on all fours, slowly and obediently like a good puppy. He didn't let me climb into his bed. Instead, he kept me bent over the bed and rammed me hard from behind. He made me repeatedly tell him I was his slut, his slave, his sex toy. I loved it and so did he. He asked what he could do with his slut and I told him anything. I hoped that his mind was as dirty as mine and thinking up new ways to defile my body like I was.

He pulled out and I heard shuffling in the drawer. He told me not to look back so I kept my gaze forward into the darkness. I could hear the slurping sound and a moment later I felt his lubed cock pressing against my ass. Instinctively, I tensed. Then, wanting to please him, I relaxed and he forced his way inside.

I had never been a fan of anal but this was different. My Master seemed so pleased and I wanted him to be happy. I was enjoying it. I asked him to go faster, begging my Master to fuck my ass harder. He complied. He said I was a good slut so he would give me what I wanted. I promised to always be a good slut. To be his slut.

This brought the thrusts again. It hurt but made him incredibly hard. I knew he was enjoying his new sex toy and that made it all worth it. I begged for more, faster, harder. "Rip my ass apart, Master."

He was pulling me towards him by my hips, his cock lost entirely inside my anus. I could feel my ass cheeks flattened against his body. His cock was so deep inside of me. I didn't want it to stop... but I needed one more thing. In desperation for it, I begged him.

"Oh Master, please, I need your cum up my ass. Please cum in me again. It's all I've thought of lately."

"Not until we discuss terms." My head dropped impatiently as he slowed his thrusts. "You will be my slut and mine alone, you will come to me in slutty little outfits of my choosing each day to be fucked, and you will do whatever I say, in my presence or not."

I had chills again. I was truly about to be owned. I was his property.

"Do you agree to this, slut?" I was breathing so heavily I could hardly answer. "Do you agree, Brandy?"

"YES!!!!" To hear him call my name as his slut and slave was so much more than I could stand. I could think of nothing but being his to use in response.

He pulled hard on the leash, his other hand still pulling my hips into him. "Then this is for you, my dear." His thrusting sped up again. My ass hurt but then felt extreme pleasure. Suddenly, I felt the warm rush of his cum inside me. I screamed and pulled his body close to mine as I orgasmed.

He gave a few more quick thrusts, then eased up. Finally, he slid out of me. I lay there barely able to breathe. My ass was stretched beyond belief. The nagging ache was comforting and exciting.




Confessions Ch. 02



He kissed me on the forehead, then disappeared into the bathroom. When he came back, he laid down next to me, his fingers dancing on the satin over my stomach. "Did you mean it?"

I looked up at him with a questioned look. His hands traced its way up my body and gently held my tiny face. His hand could crush my head if he wanted and I could feel that in his firm touch. But there was a certain tenderness as well.

"Do you really want to be my slave, Brandy?" It still seemed surreal to hear him call me by name in that way.

I smiled and kissed him. "I have wanted to be your slave for longer than you know."

He smiled back and placed his hands on my shoulders. "It's not a relationship. You're a slave, I'm your Master, that's it."

"That's exactly what I want." And every word was true.

"Good, then I'll order you a proper collar tomorrow. This will do for now." He grabbed the leash and pulled so I was pressed firmly against his body as we both fell back against his pillow. He wrapped the leash around his hand so I could hardly move. "You'll sleep right here tonight, my beautiful little slave."

I thanked my Master and laid my head on his chest. He kissed the top of my head and put an arm around me. "I will take care of you as long as you do as you're supposed to."

The thought excited me. I agreed.

"Now get some sleep. We will need to start your training tomorrow."

My mind began to race with thoughts about how I might be trained. The anticipation filled me with energy. But his final words settled me.

"Good night..." and he called me by name.

"Good night, Master."

To be continued...



Confessions Ch. 03



In case you need to catch up:

Part 1 - //www.literotica.com/s/confessions-ch-01-5

Part 2 - //www.literotica.com/s/confessions-ch-02-1

Part 4 - coming soon, my favorite part of the story...

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I woke up the next morning with a smile as the memories of the previous evening came back to mind. I fell asleep on top of my new master who was holding my leash tight, forcing my body to stay against his. I could still feel the stolen satin dress sliding gently along my skin as I shifted. My eyes shot open as I realized I was not against that body now and found my collar to be without its matching leash.

I scanned the empty bedroom, panicking that my new master had already left me. On the dresser was a folded piece of paper. I lifted myself out of bed and went to it.

"Brandy, my slut,

Your training has begun. You'll find a credit card in this paper. Take it and use it to prepare for tonight. While I enjoyed you in your sister's dress last night, and will fuck you in it many more times, tonight you must top that. Find a dress that puts that one to shame. Have your hair returned to its natural shade. Buy new shoes and accessories to accompany your dress. Then, get dressed and meet me at the address below at 9pm tonight. I absolutely need you to be the sexiest woman there and while I have no doubt you will be, these resources should ensure you feel that way.

Your Master

PS Buy and wear some underwear that makes you feel particularly slutty."

I smiled at the thought of being pampered. It didn't take me long to get ready and get out the door.

I was sitting in my car waiting for the mall to open, rereading the letter, making sure I understood it thoroughly. As soon as the doors were opened, I quickly entered and went straight to Victoria's Secret. I found a tiny little g string that I knew would make me feel naughty, then snuck off to the bathroom to put it on. I was going to do this right and that meant I should feel sexy through the whole process.

I took my time but returned home with hours to spare. I was going to make sure everything was perfect. I showered and let my hands run across my body as I thought of the night before and what my Master might have in store for me tonight. I got out and got dressed. The dress was tight with a corset style back and boning in the front. The red satin stretched over my body and made me look curvier than I actually was. I realized that the g string, small and thin as it was, was probably obvious through the tight fabric. I thought of removing it but Master had been clear to wear them and the idea of everyone knowing what tiny little panties I was wearing seemed to be a bit exciting. They stayed.

I was at the club early, making sure my makeup, hair, everything was perfect. As the time neared, I left my car and walked through the door.

I scanned the room for Matt nervously. I didn't find him at first but I did find the gaze of dozens of people already inside. I finally found him at the farthest corner of the building. He motioned for me to come over. Clearly, this was part of the plan, to make me strut across this sea of onlookers dressed in the sexiest dress I've ever worn.

I was probably sweating. I could feel the gaze of so many people on me. I looked to the floor and walked quickly across the room. A few guys tried to stop me, I just barreled through. When I arrived at Matt's table, he stood, placed his hand on my face, and said "You look simply radiant, Brandy." He kissed me gently and we sat down.

I was still so anxious I could hardly think straight. We made small talk for a bit, then he finally grabbed my hand and looked me square in the eye. "Next time, you will not drop your head. You will walk through these people with confidence."

His glare was intense. "Ok" was all I could think to say.

Silence ensued. I wanted more from him. What was my "training" tonight? Was that it? I needed to feel confident? His eyes ran over me a few times and he smirked. I smiled back.

"You did a very good job shopping today. I can only imagine the damage you did to that credit card."

I laughed a little, the tension relieved a bit. Conversation continued and I had soon forgotten all about my insecurities.

When dinner was done, he quickly changed gears. "Time for some training. You look fantastic. I watched at least a dozen guys looking away from their own girls to see you walk by."

I smirked and looked away.

"You're sexy, Brandy, you know that. But you need to own it. You need to realize that it's a power that you have. You were nervous to present yourself to me yesterday, you were nervous tonight, that can't happen anymore."

I cocked my head a little, wanting more. He leaned into me across the table.

"If we go to a scene with other people and I want to parade my little slut around in her new lingerie with a plug visibly in her ass, I need to know she will do so with her head up proudly."

I'm sure my eyes widened but I tried to hide it. "What do you want me to do tonight?"

He smirked "Dance." After a second of silence, he realized I needed more. "You're going to take your sexy little body out on that dance floor and dance. Guys are going to want you, girls probably will, too. Enjoy that. Control that. Grind on them and see how you own them. Keep your head up high. Until I see that you have control on the dance floor, we're staying right here."

"How will you know?"

"Because you'll show me." He leaned in again. "When you know that you undeniably have control of someone, lead them away. Tease them all you want but remember that you're mine and you are only doing this because I want it. No kissing, no sex without my permission."

"So you want me to blue ball someone?"

"Yes, but if you've done a good job, they'll obey and watch you walk away." His face was stone-cold confidence, like he was teaching me to write a book report.

I giggled a little. "I thought I was supposed to be the submissive one."

He reached out and touched my face gently. "You are, Brandy. But I need to know how much control you have."

I nodded, gathered my confidence, and stood up. As I walked away from the table, I felt him grab my wrist. My gaze shot back to him as he spoke to me.

"I'm not completely cruel. Whoever you pick..." he motioned for me to come closer and whispered in my ear "give them your panties."

I looked at him shocked for a second. He just nodded and motioned me away. The 20 foot walk to the dance floor was an internal struggle. I'd danced like this plenty of times but never with rules or someone watching. What if I screwed this whole thing up?

Before I knew it, I was in the middle of the crowd. I started dancing a little and began to relax. Before long, I was in my element. A group of girls noticed and accepted me into their circle. All anxiety melted away.

I was on the radar though as I had been since walking through the door dressed like I was looking to be fucked. I felt that familiar feeling of a guy coming up behind me and dancing. He had me carefully positioned between his legs so his cock was rubbing against my ass through his pants. His body was hard and muscular. His hands rested on my waist and instinct took over. This was usually what I sought out there. Without even thinking, I bent my spine and offered my ass to him. 

He knew he was in and his right hand slipped across the satin over my abdomen and down towards my pussy, stopping just an inch or so away from making contact with my anxious clit. His other hand slipped up, resting inches from my breasts. He had control, my body was aching for this and I was failing miserably in my fight against what had become instinct. 

My mind was racing. I looked up for the support of the girls I had been with only to find that he had carefully led me far enough away from them and turned me in the opposite direction so they couldn't help me now. My body was in rhythm with his, grinding to the beat. I wanted Matt to save me. I could hardly hear my mind's pleas to stop as I felt his cock get harder and harder against me. My hand instinctively rose above my head and my arm wrapped around his neck, turning me slightly towards him. He leaned in to take his kiss...

NO KISSING! Matt said no kissing! I snapped my 

head forward just in time. He was a little surprised, but found my ear in front of his lips now. He sucked it and asked what I wanted.

Oh... so maybe I did have him. I turned and faced him with a smirk. He looked like a deer in the headlights.

"Well, are you going to dance?" I asked with a devilish grin.

He was still confused but resumed his grinding. After a short while of our dry humping, he felt confident again and moved in for a kiss. I blocked it every time, but he'd rebuild his confidence a few minutes later and try again. Finally, we made it through three songs without an attempt. I did it, I broke him. He was mine.

I took his hand and led him off the dance floor to a secluded hallway. He came in close, figuring he had won, his hands holding my ass and his face leaning down towards me. I took a second to fight off the rush of lust-infused adrenaline telling me to give in and be his play thing.

"I have something for you." He just smiled, confident we'd be in one of the rest rooms in a minute. I felt his cock stiffen against me and had to bite my lip. It was huge, it would feel SO good right now. All that grinding, the silky dress against my skin, those hands that had been all over me. Go ahead, be his whore tonight.

No, I can't stop now. I took a deep breath. "Look, I'm taken, what you want can't happen. But I really, REALLY appreciate the effort." As smoothly as possible (I know, it wasn't smooth at all) I took off the panties, stuffed them in his pocket, gave him a wink, and walked away.

My pussy was screaming at me, my whole body ached to be satisfied by him. I had just been through an hour of intense foreplay with his throbbing cock and hands rubbed all over me and I was denying myself. I rounded the corner and for a second thought "fuck it, go ride him." I shot a glance back. His hand was in his pocket, playing with my soaking wet panties. He smiled, looked up at me, and winked.

I had to turn and run. My pussy was on fire. I walked quickly across the dance floor and back to Matt. He had a big grin on his face, sitting patiently at the table. I sat quickly in the chair, every move still sending pulses through my thoroughly enticed body. I tried to calm myself for a second, staring at the ground. I felt Matt's hand on my chin, lifting my panicked gaze to him.

"Did he fuck you?" His face was comfortable, inviting even.

"No. I let him grind on me and grope me for an hour but I didn't let him fuck me." My heart rate was pounding from before, now twice as fast from this interrogation.

He smiled. "Let's go home, Brandy, you passed." He stood up and grabbed his coat. Turning back, he added "And I'm willing to bet you need to relieve some pent up frustration."

I stood up and clung to his arm like a little school girl. I don't know how but he made me feel like all of this was brand new to me. We walked out of the club together and he led me to his car.

On the drive home, I leaned over to rub him through his pants as he drove. "No, you have to wait." This was torture.

I looked forward, trying to calm every urge in my body that needed to be satisfied. He wasn't done with his game.

"You felt his cock against you, I assume. That dress doesn't provide much protection." I nodded and agreed. "How bad did you want it?"

I gasped a little. The thoughts that had been racing through my head before returned. I could see us back in the club fumbling our way into the men's room, his cock slipping my panties aside with ease and indulging my lustful need. He was strong and I'm pretty small, the possibilities were endless.

"Brandy, your breathing changed." How was he so cool about all of this? I felt like I was going to explode.

"Yes, ok? I wanted it. I wanted it so bad I almost gave it to him. A couple times." Oh God, I hope this honesty doesn't kill me.

"Then why didn't you?"

"Because you told me not to." A thought hit me. "Shit, was I supposed to? Was that the test? For me to be open and willing?"

Matt laughed a little. "Bryan would have loved that but no."

"Bryan?" What was he talking about?

"Yes, Bryan is a friend of mine. I asked him to single you out before anyone else could get to you. I had control of the situation the whole time." I was a little stunned. He just had his friend ride me all over the dance floor while he sat calmly thirty feet away and watched. "But what you proved tonight is that you have control of yourself. Even if it was contested, you found a way. That means there's no excuse for disobedience going forward."

I couldn't decide if I wanted to slap him or climb on him. We turned the corner to his house and pulled in his driveway. I was still in shock. His hand landed on my inner thigh and I jumped.

"You've been through enough tonight, training's over." I looked into those powerful eyes and made my decision. I leaned in for a deep kiss, quick, aggressive, like after not seeing each other for a long time. I wrestled my way across the stick shift and into his lap. I attacked his shirt and pulled it open as quick as possible. 

My hands worked at his pants next and pulled out what I sought.

As I gently stroked him, he whispered in my ear. "You know, Bryan's my friend but he's still a guy. If you let him, he would have destroyed you right there."

The thought made me arch my back and my stroking sped up. "He's probably in his car right now sniffing your panties and fantasizing that he got to finish the job." I gasped a little and pulled his now-hard cock into myself. I rode him for a few seconds, speeding up quickly with deliberate thrusts. He grabbed my head gently and directed my face at him. "Is that what you want?"

I stopped for a second and slid down into his lap. "I'm glad he enjoyed it, I did too. But no, I'm only yours."

He smiled and we returned to fucking. I scratched at him and he returned the favor. It was primitive, hectic, like we didn't know if we'd ever get to again. After a full night of foreplay, he didn't keep me begging for long. He ran his fingers gently over the satin dress as I sunk into his lap, feeling his warm cum inside of me. I couldn't help but smile.

He carried me upstairs that night and laid me gently in bed before getting in himself. As I laid there, I caught myself. I was falling for him but he had been very clear... this was not a relationship, I was just his slave. It was his confidence, how calm he stayed through just about everything, it was a side of him I hadn't really experienced before. When he was dominating me, all the concerns of the world slipped away for him and he was at peace. It was the same for me. This was a good thing.

I woke up in the middle of the night to his cock slipping into me from behind. I was instantly aroused and pushed back against him. I felt him lean away and a few seconds later his hand grasped my neck and secured my collar in place. 

He pulled on the leash and straightened me up. I choked for a second but caught my breath.

"If you're going to take me from behind, you'll do so like this." His voice was forceful and demanding.

"Yes Master" I wanted to bury my face and hide the giant smile I had every time he filled me but my Master demanded something else. I was going to obey. I wanted this. I needed this. So I stood with my head and neck up like a good little girl until Master came again.

The next morning, I was half awake but could hear Matt downstairs arguing with my sister. Apparently, she had come to drop off their son and disappear for a while. It would prove to be the last time any of us ever saw her. I'm sure she's out there somewhere doing whatever she wants, living off other people's pity, but her family and friends from that time all lost touch with her.

I came downstairs after she left. Matt was stressed beyond belief, looking at his one year old son playing on the floor, not knowing how to handle this. I placed my hand gently on the back of his neck and told him it would be ok. Then I sat on the floor and started playing with his son.

I looked up a moment later and he was still standing there watching me. Not with a concerned look anymore, not with that domineering look that excited me, this was something different. Something that would go unspoken for a long time, growing in secret between us.



Confessions Ch. 04



Written as co chapter author with jmt in the series Confessions.

Carla smiled as she hung up the phone. 

 ‘This will be the most memorable night of his life,’ she said to herself, getting her list and making sure everything is checked off before the guys start coming over to surprise Mark.

  Knowing he would never think that she would have the guts to set up such a party for him, she made sure it would be something he would remember. Twenty guys were coming over, three kegs of beer and all the munchies a guy could want were available. Now there was only one more thing to worry about. A stripper!

  Carla knew of a girl from college who was a stripper, Angel. Carla dialed the latest number she had, hoping she would be there. 

 “The number you have dialed is no longer in service, this is a recording.” 

 ‘Well damn, what am I going to do now?' She thought. A sly smile played around her lips as she slid her hands down her hips onto her thighs. 

   Running up the stairs, Carla dove into her closet, bringing out all the lingerie she had stockpiled over the last year; stockings, push-ups and string thongs; everything she needed for the big surprise. Stripping down to her bare skin, she began to try on each outfit. Red satin with black lace, black satin with black and red lace, or emerald green satin with black lace, were her choices for the corsets. The black seamed stockings and 5 inch black patent leather heels should do the trick. She started to pair up the thongs and bras. 

 Attaching the black lace garters onto her stockings, she knew it was a custom to put them on first and take them off last. Having a huge bag to choose from, it was a hard decision to make, but Mark's favorite color was royal blue so she tried that set on first.

 ‘Yes, this is the one.’ She thought to herself, looking into the mirror. 

  She packed everything back up and slipped it back into her lingerie drawer; she now had to find a dress to wear over top her sexy outfit. Last New Years' Eve, she picked out a beautiful silver, tank style dress that fit her like a glove. If it still fits, it would be perfect, she decided. Rooting through her closet, she found the dress, nodding her head as she took it off the hanger.

  ‘This will be perfect!’ Sliding it over her full breasts, and pulling it over her hips, Carla smiled into the mirror, “Perfect!”

She felt sexy in her out fit as she scooted into the bathroom and added some heavy make up to her already gorgeous face. Some clips and spray on her hair and she was ready to make the men at Mark's party grovel at her feet. 

 Heading down stairs to the dinning room, she poured herself a tall drink - something to ward off the nervousness. As she took a sip, a drop of condensation dripped down the cleft of her breasts, making her arch her back with delight.

  'This will be a night for both of us to remember!' she said to herself, looking at her reflection in the mirror.

 A knock sounded a little before 8 o’clock, a bit ahead of schedule, but Carla decided that she might as well get the party started as she went to answer it. She opened the door to find two of Mark’s buddies from the factory.

 “Hi guys, come on in, I’ve set up the bar on the buffet in the dining room, go help yourself!”

 Sashaying towards the dining room to show the guys where things were, Carla made a point of moving her hips just so, to emphasize the curves. Hearing whispers behind her, she knew they both noticed. She decided she would take it to the next step. Leaning over the end of the buffet, Carla made sure her breasts were pouting over the neckline of her dress. These guys are going to want more and more of her before the night was over. 

 A deep conversation started; about the plans Carla had made to whisk Mark off for a weekend away at their cottage. In the middle of it, the doorbell rang, startling her. She walked towards the door, shaking her booty and flipping her hair over her shoulder, exposing her breasts. Carla made sure she bent a little farther then normal to open the door. The lace of her stockings showing under her hemline and she could hear a gasp from behind her. She smiled and opened the door.    The smiles and hugs she got from the men made this night easier as it went along. She did not bother to think of what they would say after it was all over. 

 Shortly after all the guys arrived, and drinks were served and Carla told everyone to quiet down, someone was in the drive way. In a few minutes, Mark opened the door.

 “Hey Hun, I’m home!” he said on his way in, stopping when he saw his living room full of his best buddies. “What on earth is going on here?” Mark asked Carla as she took him by the arm. 

  “I wanted you to have a special evening with your buddies, to sow your wild oats before you hit your mid-life crisis! I hope you enjoy everything I have planned, but there is only one problem, the stripper will be a bit late if that’s okay?” 

Dipping his head down to kiss his lovely Carla, Mark assured her that he and the guys could catch up on old times before she arrived.

   “Give me ten minutes guys and I’ll have the food table set for everyone to dig in!” she called out as she strutted towards the kitchen. Knowing all eyes were following her, she swayed her hips a little, kicking up the hem of her dress to show off some cheek. 

   She set out everything on the dining room table, sandwiches, cheese and cracker trays, hot peppers and pickles. That would be enough to keep them going. She then headed up stairs to fix her make up. Spraying on perfume and make sure everything is in order for the fun that was about to happen, Carla took a second glance in the mirror and put on her best stripper smile.

    Slipping into the bedroom, Carla checked to make sure her thong was just right, her stockings straight and her breasts sitting pretty for their premiere. Then she went to look for another pair of shoes. She found a sexy silver pair she picked up to wear for New Years but never wore; they were too high to dance all night in, but for a few short hours, they would be perfect. 

    Carla headed towards the stairs and hit the dimmer switch for the living room lights. Having the controls for the sound system wired into the house came in handy. Changing discs, a slow seductive song started to play. 

   “What the…?” she heard many of them say, as they turned and watched her glide down the stairs.

   They stood and stared at her, mouths hung open and glasses grasped tight. All eyes were on her, her slow sexy walk pulling them closer and closer to where she wanted them, in the palm of her hand. 

   Finding Mark in the middle of the room, Carla walked up to him, taking him by the shoulder and kissing him hard on the lips. “I hope you don’t mind Hun?” she asked running her hand up the back of his neck. 

   A smile covered Marks lips as she worked her way down his body. Dirty dancing was nothing compared to what Carla was doing to him right there in front of his friends. Slipping her hands up the front of his shirt, she slowly unbuttoned it, one button at a time. Reaching his waist, she pulled the tails of his shirt out and slipped it over his shoulders.     As she lowered the collar to his elbows, she squatted down in front of him, positioned right in front of his pelvis. Her tongue darted out, glazing her lips with moistness. A soft moan eased out from Mark as she started to drag her tongue up his torso. Hoots and hollers rang out. 

 “Go down on him!” they cheered as she returned to a squat. Carla smiled and looked at Mark, waiting for his approval. His hands were in her hair as he pulled her to his crotch.

  “Go for it baby, show them how good you are!” he encouraged. 

   Not letting him change his mind, she quickly unzipped his trousers and slid them down his thighs. Pulling his boxers down and unleashing the beast, Carla grabbed hold of him and started to lick his shaft. 

    Thinking of all the porno’s they had rented, Carla got right into it. Sucking it like a popsicle, tasting every inch as though it where her first time. Taking all of it in her mouth, sucking hard then easing up, wanting to make this last as long as she could. 

Mark threw back his head, showing Carla that he wasn’t far from cumming. Quickly releasing him and slowly massaging his balls, Carla stood in front, rubbing her breasts against his chest. His lips came to her hard, banging his teeth against her lip. Hungry to have his tongue in her mouth, he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to take what belonged to him. 

  “Keep going!” they heard from all around, with that Mark’s hands worked their way to her breasts. Kneading each of them, drawing heat to her face. Mark dropped his lips to hers, licking his way to her cleavage. 

   Reaching down and grabbing the hem of her dress, he dragged it over her bottom and over her head. 

   “Holy Shit! Get a look of that ass!” someone said as he tossed her dress to the chair. Turning her around to show them what he gets to have every night of the week; Mark pulled her bottom close and nuzzled between her cheeks.

   Without much thought, Mark’s hand slid up and pushed Carla over, spreading her legs for him. His hands worked their way down her sides reaching her thong. He hooked his thumbs under the elastic and slowly slid them over her plump bottom. Mark then tapped her ankle to have her lift her foot out. Taking her thong in hand, Mark raised it to his nose, inhaling her scent.            

  “Fuck Man, you going to share?” Tony asked. It was passed to him and Tony took a quick sniff, before passing them around. 

  Standing there bare-assed, and ready to be fucked, Carla was amazed at how turned on the guys were. They didn’t care that she was their buddy’s wife, they thought of her as some cheep stripper ready to give them a good time. 

  Mark slipped his hands between her legs and opened her wide. He began darting his tongue in and out, as though it were his cock. Carla’s breasts bounced as Mark pushed and pulled her hips back and forth. Tony came up to her and caressed her jaw.

  “You mind if I try her out Buddy?” He asked. Almost in shock, Carla waited for the answer.

   “It's up to her, if she wants to its perfectly okay with me.” He replied.

   With that, Tony moved in front, unzipped his fly and took his cock out for her.

   “Suck this baby!” he insisted, teasing her lips with the cap. Taking the head in her mouth, she let out a soft cry. 'This couldn’t get any better,' she thought, 'or could it?' She sucked his huge, thick cock as Tony massaged her breasts. His cock thickened even more as the veins began to pulse. Grabbing her head and holding it against him, he fucked her mouth, the pre cum and saliva mixing to create an awesome sound. 

    “Oh Gawd, I’m going to blow!” Tony yelped, driving his shaft deeper into her mouth. A few more strokes and he did, coating her tongue and lips as she drank it all in. Swallowing was something Carla prided herself in; she loved the taste and would never pass it up. 

Licking her lips and smiling to the guys she asked, “Who’s next?” 

   “Wait a minute baby, you are going to sit on my cock for the next one!” Mark demanded, pulling her on top of him as he sat on the chair. Spreading her legs to rest over the arms, he spread her lips wide to show his shaft dipping in and out as Carla worked her way at Mark's cock. 

    “You sure you are okay with this Mark?” Bill asked as he walked over to get his share. 

    “Like I said, if the lady wants it, the lady is going to get it!”

   Bill dropped his pants around his knees and held his cock out for Carla to taste. Pulling him closer, she grabbed his hips and slid him between her breasts. Squeezing her beautiful globes around his shaft, she stroked them slow, then with increasing speed as his pre cum coated her. She Lifted her bottom and dropped it down, filling herself with cock. Mark's voice was getting huskier and deeper as she rode him wild. Her breasts were coated with slick, salty lube, as Bill used her breasts to blow his load. 

   “I want to cum all over those girls Carla!” Bill exclaimed. Pumping her harder and harder, his breathing becoming labored before he exploded all over the silken skin that lay before him. 

     Rubbing Bill’s semen into her breasts, then slowly licking every finger, making sure she didn’t miss a spot. She emphasized her task for all to take notice. 

    Mark was moving within her with long slow strokes, making his erection last. Grabbing hold of her breasts, he pulled her down onto him hard as she arched her back taking it all.      

   “I want to fill you so deep with my hot cum Baby, do you know what this is doing to me?” he asked, whispering into her ear as another friend of his made his way to where they sat. 

    “Mark, you know something, I’ve always had a fantasy of screwing a woman blindfolded. Would it be okay if Carla wants to try it?” Keith asked. 

    “I’d love to Handsome, only one thing, I want to be on my knees, with Mark under me, deep in my pussy. I want a cock in my butt and a cock in my mouth. Any takers?” she asked as she looked around, wondering who would be next. Watching the guys decide amongst themselves, Mark slipped her off his lap and got positioned on the floor. Carla stood over him, then knelt, squatting over his hard member. Closing her eyes, she slipped down on his shaft, fitting every inch over her womanhood. 

    Keith came up behind her, removing his tie at the same time. Thank Goodness he came to the party right after work without changing. Untying the knot, Keith slipped his tie around her blonde locks, concealing her eyes. One snug pull on either end to make sure it was secure, Keith reached for the hand cream on the coffee table. Gently pushing Carla by the shoulders, causing her to lean over, Keith drizzled the hand cream over her tight bottom. 

   He slowly started rubbing it in and softening her up, getting her pliable for his cap to enter. He slid a fingertip against her hole. Gently taking each stroke a little farther as he coaxed her along; when he managed to get two fingers in when he thought it was time to try is cap. 

  Propping himself against her ass, straddling Marks thighs, Keith coated his cock with the hand cream. Edging his way in, his cap disappeared between her cheeks. He grabbed her hips and slowly drove deeper, his shaft penetrating every inch of her opening, sweat dripping from his forehead dripping on her glistening ass. 

   Mark hung on, wanting the best ride from his woman, resisting the urge to splatter her walls with his hot seed. Keith, sinking his shaft in her ass, as Jim walked over and stood close to Carla’s face.

   “You want a hot cock in your mouth again baby face?” he asked as he slipped free from his jeans.      “Oh ya, let me taste your cum Jim,” she said in a deep moan. Standing over Mark with his cock slipping between Carla’s lips, Jim rocked his hips in rhythm with Keith. Driving hard, you would think the three heads would meet in the middle somewhere. 

   “Awwwwggggaaaddd!” Mark gritted between his teeth as his seed coated his wife’s pussy. 

   Moaning, Carla rocked her hips harder and harder setting Keith off almost at the same time. Sucking harder at the base of Jim’s cock, she took him in deeper, beating the heck out of her lips. Within a few minutes, he too was blowing his load in Carla. 

  “I can’t believe she hasn’t cum yet,” Russ said as he walked over to kiss Carla’s cum coated lips.

  “You want your chance at her?” Mark asked, slipping out from under his wife.

   “Hell ya!” He replied, starting to undo his trousers.

  “I have something else in mind, anyone want to join me in the billiards room?” Mark asked as he turned, grabbing a beer on the way to the basement. A few of the guys walked down behind Mark as Carla followed him. They overheard Mark asking her to climb onto the pool table. 

   Reaching up above the suspended ceiling, Carla released two padded chains from their hiding spot. Mark helped her secure her hands, one in each binding, before asking who wanted to go next.

   With guys lined up all around, watching Carla once again blindfolded, taking each guy one after another, Mark rummaged behind the bar and came out with a tool box. Reaching up and unhooking a key chain from Carla’s restraints, Mark used the key to open it. Taking one toy after another out of the box, Mark laid them out side by side along the end of the pool table. 

   Double-headers, butt plugs, vibrators, nipple clamps, small whips, a riding crop and many, many different items to slip into Carla’s sweet wet pussy.

   Picking up one of the three flavoured lubes, Jared wandered along the selection, eyeing up what he wanted to use. Selecting a beautiful set of Ben-Wa balls laid out in a handsome wooden box, he made his way to the far end of the table and slipped off his jeans. 

   Jared carefully drizzled the strawberry flavoured lube from the top of her butt and let it slide its way down, along her crevasse. Gently tracing her folds, he knew she was completely ready for him. 

   With the largest set in hand, Jared slipped his fingers between her lips, spreading her wide. His eyes widened in amazement as her sweet large lips accepted his fingers. Being so hot and wet, an instant erection grew between his legs. Putting one of the Ben-Wa balls against her opening, he nudged it gently inside her. With his liberally coated hands, he massaged the end of his penis, then leaned forward, slipping himself inside her. Feeling the cool metal against the end of his hot penis, an instant moan came from deep within his chest. 

   Pulling out, he reached for the second of the six balls. Slipping one after another inside he managed to get all six in as well as himself. Being careful not to hurt her, he started a slow rhythm. The balls massaging his shaft, making her tight against his aching cock. Carla held her hips in one spot and let Jared take control. Pulling her down on his cock, he lifted his hips to her. Very long strokes held him deep inside her and Carla worked her hips in circles enjoying the sensation.

   Sweat dripped from his forehead, running down the crack of her bottom. The sight alone caused an eruption that no other had given her since the night began. 

    As Jared’s breathing made a recovery, he knelt lower, suckling all the seed from Carla’s delicious lips. Dipping his tongue in and guiding a ball out into his mouth, he licked every drop of their mixed juices from the now warmed metal. Jared continued to remove the rest in the same manner until Carla began to quiver in orgasm.

   Kneeling lifeless on her haunches, Carla looked spent. Mark walked over and kissed her tightened nips with a wet tongue.

   “Tell me when you are ready for more my very beautiful slut,” he whispered then backed off until she caught her breath.

 While watching her regain her strength, Mark thought to himself. ‘She had fulfilled yet another fantasy.’ He had always dreamt of watching his wife with other men, now he couldn’t wait for her birthday. 

  ‘I wonder if her girlfriends would treat me in the same way?’ He thought to himself, listening to his beautiful wife moan in pure ecstasy.



Confessions Ch. 04



Chapter 04 - Krista

Thank you Musicloverxo91 for editing. 

It was midsummer when I went on a cruise with my folks a few years back. I was home for a while, just until I headed back to college in the fall. The weather was wonderful, and the boat had so much for me to do, but I remembered how much I missed the comforts of home. The people that were usually around me, and the man that held me at night. It is amazing how much you need comfort when it is not already available. I longed to feel his arms around me, to feel his breath on me, to be touched. 

At night I would stand at the balcony of our room and look out into the ocean, watching the moons reflection as is skimmed the water mesmerizing me. I was amazed how long an hour was without his comfort, how four days had seemed to be a lifetime. As I thought about that fourth day, I decided to walk the ship's top deck instead of my own balcony, perhaps a change of view would help me in changing my gloomy mood. It was a nice night, as the Caribbean tends to have, and not many people were about on the ship, so I left my bikini top on, pulled a short skirt over my bottoms, and left the room.

I made my way to the top deck and leaned against the railing, taking in a deep breath of the warm ocean air. I could hear the waves licking at the ship, the darkness did not allow me to see them but I smiled at the rhythmic tune and closed my eyes. I shot straight up with an squeal as I felt hands take a hold of my sides. Before I could pull away I felt them pull me back pressing me to a body, I stayed still as a mouth touched my ear and whispered to me, "Don't be afraid, I am not going to hurt you." The voice was deep, very deep and sent shivers down my spine. 

I felt his hands, large and rough, move around me to my stomach and he slowly caressed me as his voice touched me once more, whispering softly to me, "I've been watching you since you arrived and I have wanted you since I saw you. Your body is so young and tight, so fit, so tantalizing." His fingers moved up onto my breast and he squeezed it gently, his other hand moved down my body. He traced the waistline of my skirt with one finger and he lightly kissed my ear as he spoke, "And now I see you here, in the night, a goddess among the stars, waiting for me, longing for me, as I have longed for you."

My breath stopped for a minute, his hands were like magic on my skin, his voice alone sending shivers of delight down my spine, his words effected my mind, making my legs weak. His mouth closed on my ear and I felt myself melt into him, his hard chest pressing against my back. His mouth kissed down my ear, to the back of my neck and I felt a moan of pleasure escape my lips. His kisses were more tantalizing to me then I had ever thought possible, and I moved my hips, pressing my backside to him, feeling him through my clothes. I could feel the heat of myself between my legs and I moved my hips slowly as his fingers slid beneath my skirt and lightly caressed my small bikini bottoms.

His lips moved back to my ear, and he sucked on my lobe, then gently nibbled at it. His fingers moved lower on my bottoms, and I moved my legs further apart for him, almost begging for him to touch me. The tips of his fingers grazed over me and he spoke softly to my ear, his hot breath teasing me, "I have thought about you every night, wanting you, wanting to make you want me." I tried to push against his fingers, but he moved them as I did. I whimpered to him, asking him to touch me, my need was growing, I needed to feel him, had to feel him on me.

His fingers moved back to my waist and he slowly pulled the skirt from my body, sending shivers of excitement to me feeling his hard hands on my bare hips as the flimsy cloth slid from my legs. His voice was in my ear again, and I moaned with the seduction of his tone, "I will let you feel me Krista, but you must wait, you must want it." I don't know what made me squirm in delight more, the idea that he had been watching me so intensely that he knew my name, or the fact that I had no clue of who he was, and his ability to drive me wild was greater than any man I've ever known.

He moved his hand to my shoulder and slowly pushed at me, bending me before him, I moved as he wanted and held onto the rail of the ship, arching my back for him. His hands, like the softest stone, slid down my sides and pressed at my bottoms. His mouth moved to my neck again, then he moved his soft kisses down my spine, moving slowly, painstakingly slowly down my body.

I arched my back more as I felt his fingers hook into my bottoms and begin to pull them from me. His lips continued to move on my spine as I felt the warm ocean air on my bare ass, and I moaned lightly feeling the fabric teasing my skin as is it slid away from my crotch. He hummed lightly and I felt a wave of delight and passion flow through me. His mouth moved to my lower back and I felt his tongue tease the crack of my backside. His fingers moved my bottoms lower, his fingertips lightly sliding on my skin behind the fabric.

I moaned once more when his lips left me but returned on the back of my thigh as he finished pulling my bottoms to the ground. I stepped out of them and whimpered again as his tongue flicked high on my inner thigh. I tried to push back to him, tried to encourage him to taste me, but he stopped me with a hand on my backside, preventing me from moving back. My breath was heavy with him teasing me, my heat was intense, I wanted him to take me, to take me hard and fast, to drive himself inside me, but he did not. He let his mouth move back to my thigh and slowly kissed up my right cheek. His mouth moved slower, licking up my spine, with his hand slowly caressing my backside, his fingers nearing my folds, but not quite touching them.

I tried once again to get a part of him inside me as his mouth hit my neck, but his hand moved away. His mouth moved to my ear, and he lifted me to stand straight again, with his left hand on my breast. He kissed around to my cheek, then moved his right hand around me and turned my head to face him. I pushed against his as I kissed him, his mouth gentle on mine. I could feel his manhood lodged between my cheeks and the heat from it made me moan into his mouth. He offered his tongue and I took it, caressing it with my own. His hands cupped my breasts and he slowly slid the top from them, releasing my hard nipples to the air. His fingers moved with a magic, slowly rolling my nipples between them, and tugging at them lightly. I moaned through our kiss, his touch, his mouth, his manhood, all driving my need to feel him. I moved my lips from him and almost begged him to take me, to let me feel him. I moved my hips, caressing his manhood with my backside. 

He kissed me lightly and backed off once again, taking his hard body away from mine, causing me to whimper once more. I felt his hands upon my sides and he guided me to the ground, sitting upon the hard deck. His hands moved to my neck and he prodded me to lay and he kissed my head softly as it touched the deck. His words were soft, "I am going to take you now Krista, I'm going to go nice and slow and show you how we make love." He moved around me and slowly lowered his body onto my own, his mouth kissed mine and I could feel his manhood on my crotch. I kissed him and spread my legs further apart, offering myself to him. He lifted his hips slightly and pressed his manhood to me, stopping with just the tip parting my lips. I moaned softly into his mouth and tried to push up to him, but his hands prevented me from moving. 

He hummed lightly on my mouth as he inched his way inside me, delivering waves of delight through my body. I cried out as he moved deeper, filling me, and moved my legs up, wrapping them around him and crossing my feet behind his back, locking him inside me. His hand caressed my backside as he began to pump his manhood inside me, slow and deliberate, filling me, and emptying me so slowly that I felt every movement inside me. My back arched as his movements teased me, my body ached for him to move faster, but the simple movement was bringing me closer to pleasure quicker than I ever thought possible. 

He must have felt my pussy clenching upon him as he moved, he took his mouth from my mouth and placed it upon me and whispered again, "Let me feel your orgasm Krista, let me feel your love." I cried out in delight as the waves of my orgasm flowed from me as if on cue. His words, his voice bringing me over the edge, the delight greater than any delight I had ever had. I clenched my legs around him tightly as I released on him, my breath came in short, quicken intakes as I tried to catch it through my orgasm, an orgasm that seemed to last for hours.

He let his lips close over mine as my orgasm subsided, he moved his manhood from me as he took my hand and slid it down him. I did as he wanted and wrapped my fingers around him, slowly stroking him. He kissed me softly as his manhood pumped in my hand. His moan was deep, and vibrated through my body as I felt his semen flow onto my belly and chest, I moaned in delight with him as I stroked him, releasing several more streams onto my creamy white skin.

He let his breath settle, never removing his lips from mine, before he moved my hand from him. He moved his lips to my ear and kissed me softly, before he let his voice take me once more, "Thank you Krista, I will never forget you, don't ever forget me." He moved back and kissed my lips softly, then lifted himself and walked away from me.

I watched him as he moved into the darkness, don't forget him? As if I could, even as he disappeared I found myself wanting him once more. I smiled and cleaned myself up though, perhaps he would visit again tomorrow. For the next three nights I waited on the top deck, but he never came to me. Everyday I watched, searching for the one whose eyes never left me. I listened for the voice that could claim me. But I did not find what I searched for. I left the boat, saddened and delighted. I longed for his touch once more, but, in truth, he gave me more then I could have ever asked for. I still search for such an intense love making night. 



Confessions Ch. 05



Chapter 05 – Lance

Thank you Musicloverxo91 for editing.

As I grow in age I find that the desires I once had have diminished. The lust between my wife and I had simmered down, the looks from other women non-existent. My hair is starting to whiten, and wrinkles are starting to form on my face. I looked in the mirror the other day and admitted it, I was aging, and time moved far faster than it did when I was younger.

I am happy with my life, always have been. I have a great career, and am almost to the top in the company. I have a great wife, always giving me the support I needed. And my two children keep me smiling most of the time. But something was missing. I had kids later in life than most people so that i could be successful in my career as it is very important to me.

It was last summer that my eyes opened for me. I was bringing my daughter to a friend's house, and she was to stay there overnight. This was not an unusual occurrence for her, as she had slept over this friend's house many times. I loaded her and her bag into my car and drove off to her friend's house, about two miles from my own.

I pulled into the driveway, and we got out of the car. As usual her friend and the mother met us in the driveway. I received a half-hearted hug and the two kids ran off into the house and right out the backdoor to play. I smiled to Karina as they left, "Okay. Well, what time would you like me to get her tomorrow?"

She shrugged at me, "Whenever really. They will keep each other entertained for a while, and I have no plans." She bit her bottom lip and gave me a smile, "Would you like to come in for a bit. I have fresh coffee."

Ah yes, coffee, I do love coffee, and accepted the invitation happily. She led me into the small kitchen and set a cup before me. I put some cream and sugar in and took a sip. Yes this was great, sitting down with coffee, and being relaxed, "Thank you very much, this is great."

She smiled as she welcomed me and sat down next to me, and I looked to her. She was a beautiful woman in her late twenties, Karina had long black hair, almond eyes. Her body was slim, and fit. I knew she worked out a lot, but I never noticed how fit she really was. I chuckled to myself as I examined her, how odd it was, I had never really taken her in before, never really thought about it.

She sipped her coffee and set it on the table, "What? What are you laughing at?"

I tried to think of something quick and did, "You know, I have always wondered, where is Jasmine's dad? I don't think I have met him before." She let out a sigh and shook her head, "That's a good question. He disappeared about three years ago, and I have not heard from him since." I bit my tongue, that was stupid, I should have left it alone, "I am sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

She laughed, the laugh of an angel and patted my thigh lightly, "Oh, its fine. No worries right. I have been raising Jasmine by myself, we get along pretty well if you ask me." I nodded, "You seem to do well. I never heard her complain." She offered that sweet smile again, and I felt her hand caressing my thigh lightly, and I found that I liked it there, "Yup, just us two girls holding fort you know. No need for a man here." I set my cup down and patted her hand softly, "No man in your life at all?"

She chuckled, "No, not for some time now." I nodded my head slowly, "Wow, that's surprising, not that I think you need one." She cocked her head to the side and stared at me for a moment before she spoke, her fingers moved from my thigh to my hand and they ran over my skin, "Why would that be surprising."

I shifted in my chair as I thought of my answer, she was beautiful, very sexy, and I could not tell her without it being a bit uncomfortable for the both of us. I was her daughter's friend's father, and a married man. Yet here I was sitting with this young woman, feeling the urge to tell her how hot she was, "You are a very pretty woman, and you have a good head on your shoulders, I would think men would be running for you."

She giggled and moved her hand off mine, placing it on my arm and caressed my skin, "You are too sweet Lance. No, most men run when they see a child." she shifted in her seat and I noticed we were both a little uncomfortable. She stood quickly and pointed to an adjacent room, "I have to fold some laundry. Feel free to come talk as I do it."

She spun and moved away. I felt my eyes move down her body as she did so. I had met with her many times, but this time I was really taking her in, she was so sexy, and the jeans she was wearing showed her ass nicely. I shook my head to clear my thoughts, how can I think like that?

I stood quickly when she left my view and headed toward the room. I was going over the situation in my mind, how could I be looking at her this way? She was at least ten years younger than I, and I was married. Why was I thinking of how sexy, how hot she was?

I stepped into the room and bumped into her backside. She had been leaning over getting clothes out, and in my lost thoughts I did not notice and found myself against her. I grabbed out towards her, pure reflexes, and latched onto her hips to prevent her from falling, which pulled her tighter against me. I left my hands there, holding her close, more lost on what to do than anything else. 

She let out a small squeak when we hit, and her breath was heavy for a moment, but returned quickly. She moved her hands to mine and pressed them. She took a deep breath and seemed to move her hips, grinding against me. I stuttered over my words, "Sorry. You okay?"



I tried to release her, but, she held me there as she spoke, "I am fine. Just startled me is all." I felt odd holding her there, but I swear I felt her hips move again, and I was starting to grow in my pants. She was making me horny and wasn't even trying. I stepped back slowly, making a bit of room between us.

She let a small hum escape her and backed up into me once more as she spoke, her voice sweet, "Lance, are you uncomfortable being against me?" I chuckled nervously and felt her hips move again. I was growing fast, almost completely hard being against her ass, "it's a little different Karina. Um, I didn't mean to startle you. Um, do you think the kids are okay?" 

She giggled again and moved my hand, I let her take it feely and she slid it under her shirt and placed it onto the soft skin of her stomach, "The kids are fine Lance. Do you know how long it has been since I have been touched?' She moved her hips again and my breath deepened, "Is my stomach smooth enough?"

I caught my breath and caressed her stomach beneath her hand, "Yes, yes it is smooth enough. I can only imagine what it must be like, looking as hot as you and not being touched." She had me in her grasp, I was caught, she was hot and I wasn't hiding it anymore. The feeling of her against me was intoxicating and I liked it. I had not touched another woman for many years and the stimulation from it was beyond belief. She leaned her head back and turned her head to me, "will you touch me Lance? Can you let me feel like a woman again?"

I moved my face closer to her and kissed her lips as my response. She took my kiss freely, opening her mouth for me, and we deepened it. She pushed my hand down her stomach to her waist and my fingers unfastened her jeans effortlessly. I slid my fingers lower, unzipping her and moved beneath them, sliding my fingers over her silk panties.

She let out a small moan as my fingers began to tease her clit and she rocked her hips, pressing against both my fingers and my rock hard cock. Her hand slid behind her and she pressed it against my leg, "Oh god Lance, I want you so bad."

Her words hit me hard, making my lust for her deepen. I moved my hands to her waist and pulled at her pants. She moved away from me just long enough for them to slide out from between us, then she pressed back against me. I slid my hand between her legs as her pants fell to the floor and ran my fingertips over her panties. 

She moaned quietly into my mouth as my fingers slid beneath her panties and ran over her folds. I parted her with my finger and pressed one inside her. She was wet and ready for me, and I started to pump my hand as I added another finger. She rocked her hips as I fingered her, her mouth locked on mine, and separated for just a moment for her to speak, "Oh god Lance, do me Lance!" I withdrew my fingers from her, her words once again driving me. I moved to my knees behind her and slowly drew her panties down her long legs. I kissed her lower back softly, licked at her ass cheek, and she pressed against me. 

I nipped at her and she spun to face me, lifting a leg onto my shoulder, she thrust her pussy to my face and I took it. I kissed her, then licked at her, my fingers moved to spread her lips for my mouth as her moans rained down upon me. I rolled my tongue over her until I felt her beginning to shake, her breath was rapid and I slid my finger inside her and pressed my mouth to her clit, sucking on it. Her hand grasped the back of my head as she cried out in pleasure, sending waves of her orgasm through her body. 

I continued to suck on her, my fingers pressing against her, deep inside her until she pushed me away and I looked up to her. Her face was flushed, her breasts moved rapidly with her breathing and her smile was large and inviting. She spoke softly, "Take me Lance, please take me, let me feel you inside me."

I stood and her fingers went to my pants quickly unfastening them and letting them fall to the floor. I kissed her mouth as she stroked me through my boxers. Then she moved her hands to the waistband and removed them from me. She grabbed my cock and stroked me quickly. Her mouth moved from mine as she looked into my eyes, her own full of desire, "Please take me now Lance."

I required little encouragement and lifted her up. She angled my cock and I lowered her onto me. She wrapped her legs around me as I moved forward placing her back against the wall and began to pump my hips. Our mouths connected as I pumped my cock inside her. She moved her hips against me, taking all of me, pushing against me, the wall holding us up. She moved her lips from mine as she pleaded with me, "Please Lance, take me hard, make me feel like a woman again."

I moved faster, harder, my desire to please her growing with every hot breath that came from her. Her arms grasped onto my shoulders, and her legs locked around my hips as she rode me. He mouth sucked in my tongue as my thighs smacked against her. She released my mouth as she spoke again, "Oh yes lance, make me cum Lance, I'm going to cum Lance, oh god yes!"

She latched her mouth to my neck and bit it as I felt her tightening and loosening on my cock, her orgasm taking her words, her breath, and I moved harder and faster, slamming into the wall behind us. I felt myself drawing closer to my own orgasm and moved my hands to her ass and squeezed her. Her breaths were quick and she moved her hips in response to me. I felt my orgasm climb my cock and released myself inside her with a loud moan. She bucked harder at me, bringing my climax to unimagined greatness. I felt wave after wave of me enter her, and she moaned and gasped with each one. My thrusting slowed and she slowly rotated her hips on me as I began to soften inside her. She looked to me, her smile wider than I had ever seen, "Thank you Lance. You were wonderful. I have wanted you to do that for so long." I smiled as I slid her off me, and kissed her soft lips, "Thank you Karina, I had no idea how bad I wanted to touch you."

She returned my kiss and nipped at my chin, "I did. We better get dressed before the kids know we are not around." I smiled and we dressed quickly and moved back into the kitchen. She straightened her clothes and guided me to the front door, "Yes, around noon would be great. After they have lunch of course." I nodded as I exited her home, and gave her a smile of satisfaction, "Sounds great, anytime you want her to visit, just call." She closed the door, offering one more sweet smile, and I moved back to my car. I took a deep breath as I started down her driveway, suddenly hoping my daughter would visit her friend every day.



Confessions Ch. 06



Chapter 06 - Carly

Thank you Jordyn Castell for editing. 

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I was preparing myself for my ten year class reunion a few years back, and as my excitement grew, I realized that I also dreaded going to it. The first problem was that I was going alone, my husband was on a business trip and would not be able to make it. Secondly, I was a stay at home mother, unlike many of the women that I had graduated with. Thirdly, I had not been a popular girl in school. I played in the band all four years, and even played on the volleyball team in my junior year, but really, I kept to myself.

I smiled at and cursed to myself for thinking like a teenager again. This wasn't high school any more, we were all adults, grown up. It was ten years ago, there was nothing to worry about. I laughed, just thinking how silly I was for having to convince myself to go. I knew there was no reason not to, the kids were at my folks house for the night, no doubt wondering how my night would go. The night was mine, and I was going to have a good time

So, I finished my make-up, rolled the lint off of my skirt and headed out the door. I laughed again as I entered the car and drove off. It would be fun seeing what everyone was up to these days, even if my life was not as exciting as theirs, I had three kids, two dogs, two cats and a very successful husband that I supported, that was a job in itself.

As I pulled into the parking lot of the Broken Crown, the venue for the reunion, I relaxed, seeing many of my classmates walking inside. I got out, put on my best smile, and entered the building. I moved quickly to a little book and signed my name right under Amanda Johnson Fetricca's, a fellow band member that married just two years ago, and was now expecting her second child, she was one of the few classmates I had kept in touch with.

I gazed around the room to see if I would recognize anyone other than Amanda right off, half expecting that no-one would look the same. Oddly enough, most looked as they did ten years ago, perhaps a little more weight or a little less. Then of course there were those with a little less hair, or more, as I noticed John Mensburg now sported a full beard.

I floated around the hall and mingled with a few of the girls that I had played with, either in the band or in my short stint as a student athlete. It seemed that most were married with kids, some had been divorced , maybe even twice. Or if you were poor Heather Gastin, divorced three times and working on your fourth marriage. I guess being a housewife wasn't to bad. 

I moved to a corner of the room and watched as my classmates mingled, finding it rather entertaining to see the spectacle before me. As I was standing there, I saw a bottle of beer move in front of me and looked up to see a tall muscular man. He smiled as he spoke to me, "Damn Carly, you are still looking great."

I smiled back and took the drink, as I felt my face flushing, "Thank you Jack, you do tease." 

I just about managed the words. Jack Kelton, captain of the football team and all-state linebacker. He was one of the hottest men in the entire school, and my heart throbbed every time I saw him. I wanted to be with him so bad, I cut his picture out of the paper and hung it on my wall. I had hearts drawn around him in my yearbook. Back then, he was the man of my dreams. 

He grinned to me, the boyish grin that he often sported back in high school, 

"I'm not teasing Carly, you look great."

I gave a smile and sipped at the beer he had given me, 

"Thank you Jack, you look great as well. I am surprised you remember me though." It was the truth, I was a band girl, and he was very popular, I wasn't sure if he even knew I existed back then.

He laughed and looked around.

"Its loud in here, and crowded, do you want to take a walk on the golf course, we can talk and remember old times."

How could I say no? It was an innocent request, and it was stuffy inside, so I let him lead me out to the course, and we walked onto the green of the third hole. It was beautiful out, the moon was full, the stars were bright, and the light wind was warm and comforting.

We stood still, talking for some time, and drinking a few more beers that he had brought along, then he took my hand and his tone became more serious. 

"You know Carly, I wasn't kidding up there. You looked great in school too. The only girl in school that could make a band uniform look sexy."

I lost my breath for a moment, and felt my face flush once more. Here was the man that I had a huge crush on in school telling me that he had looked at me the same way, and I felt my heart skip a beat.

He looked up to the sky and back down to me, "Truth be told," he stopped and released a chuckle, "I wanted you pretty bad. I went to all the volleyball games when you played just to see you. I would walk past your band practice for a glimpse."

I laughed lightly. 

"You were with Sandi, the captain of the cheer squad, why would you look at me? Hell, you were getting laid more often then I was getting an A on an assignment," I don't know why I said it, but I did.

He laughed again and moved his hand to caress my cheek.

"Yes, we did that a lot. But that wasn't who I wanted to be with. Back then it was all about popularity, and I let that control what I did. Her and I were wild, but not in love in any way. She was always looking at other men, and I was always looking at you."

His hand moved to my neck and he stepped closer to me, "I always wanted you, wanted to be near you. I missed a tackle more then once because my eyes were on you, sitting in the bleachers, blowing at your trumpet."

I took in a breath, and held it for a moment. I was a happily married woman, and here was my high school crush telling me that he had wanted me as bad as I had wanted him. Here he was, inches from me, his hands touching me, and I was excited. I was overjoyed to have him close to me. After all these years, he still made me weak.

He licked his lips and looked into my eyes, his voice was low, and rhythmic, "Carly, can I kiss you?"

I didn't answer right away, how could I say yes? How could I let him kiss me? I bit my lip and felt my heart jump as his hand released mine and slid onto my side. My mind whirled, my body ached for him, and I nodded slowly.

He lowered his lips and kissed mine softly, then he moved his hand around me to my lower back, and pressed into me, deepening the kiss. His hand slid from my neck over my ear, to the back of my head, and I felt myself bending to his will. I moved my arms around him and took his tongue when he offered it, savoring it, caressing it with my own.

His hand moved down my back and rested on my ass, squeezing me lightly. His lips moved off of mine and he smiled once more as he spoke softly, "I have always wanted to do that."

He guided me to the ground and laid facing me. I tried to control myself as he leaned over me and gave me his lips once more. Tingles of excitement filled me as his fingers slid up my thigh, slowly moving under my skirt and then teased at my panties. I felt my legs spread and his hand clasp onto my crotch, his finger tapping at me. I moaned into his mouth as his fingers slid under the fabric and slid over my bare pussy. His fingers were long, and smooth, and I wanted to feel them, I moved my hips as he slid one inside me and began to finger me.

I moved my hand to his crotch and stoked him over his pants, he was hard and large, larger then I had imagined in my girlhood fantasies. I fiddled with his button and zipper, then slid my hand to his cock and stoked it slowly.

My excitement was building fiercely, my hand started to move faster on his shaft, and I felt my hips moving up to meet his fingers, causing him to push them deeper inside me. I moaned again and moved away, pressing my hand to his chest. He responded to me, rolling onto his back as I had wanted and smiled up to me, "You are so sexy Carly."

I giggled, more to control my excitement then anything else, and kissed him again. I slid down his body, pulling his pants from him as I went. I heard a small moan escape him as my lips touched his shaft, and I licked around him. As I swirled my tongue on his cock I moved my fingers and caressed his balls. I wondered how I would fit him in my mouth. I giggled again as I opened my mouth wider and started to slide down him. I felt his hand touch the back of my head and I slid him deeper into my mouth. I sucked him in as far as a I could and licked at him inside my mouth. My hand moved to his shaft and I stroked him as I began to bob my head. 

His breath began to quicken as I sucked him and I felt my excitement grow, I could feel the heat between my legs. The air, the grass, the stars, the moon, everything took me in, everything tantalized me, everything made me want him more.

His hands stopped my ministrations and I looked up to him. His smile was larger and his hands moved my mouth off of him. He whispered to me, "I want to feel you, I want to be inside you Carly, just like in all the dreams I have had about you."

I moved back up his body, hiking my skirt around my hips as I moved. I kissed his mouth, hard and passionate. My hand slid to his shaft and I lifted it as I pulled my panties to the side. My excitement grew as I lowered myself onto him, placing the tip of his cock inside me. I released him as I moaned. His hands moved to my waist and he pushed his hips up, sliding deeper inside me, and my breath escaped me. His was so large, yet so gentle. 

I slid down him until my ass hit his thighs and I stayed still for a short time, collecting myself as I kissed him, my breath hot and heavy on his mouth. I could feel myself swelling already, and was not sure how, was it the place, the person, the size? It all came to together so well for me and I lifted up and lowered myself again, moving my hips and slow circles.

He moaned back into my mouth as he lifted his hips to meet me. His breaths were short, matching my own and I felt myself, forgetting about rotating my hips and moving up and down his shaft, his hips matching my body. I heard the slapping of our skin echoing over the golf course and smiled through our kiss. How was this happening? Two married old classmates, making love in the night air, on the golf course of the class reunion. Out in the open of the green of the third hole, anybody could have seen us, but I didn't care. All I wanted was him, to please him, to have him in me for as long as possible. My schoolgirl fantasy coming to life ten years later, and it made me feel sexy. And I was hotter then I had ever been.

I tightened myself on him as I felt him beginning to grow, my hips moved faster, and our breathing increased. We were no longer kissing, just pressing our mouths close as we rocked together, both unable to control ourselves, our moans entwining with each others, our lips vibrating against each other.

Then it happened, he shot inside me and I came instantly, an orgasm that could rock the very ground. As I felt his grasp on me tighten, as I felt his sperm, as I heard the slapping of our bodies, my own body released. I had wanted this for so long and my entire body shook with pleasure, I pressed down on him as we came together, holding each other tightly, neither being able to breath, nether being able to control the passion of our releases.

I laid there for sometime with him still inside me after our eruption of joy. I felt him going limp and savored the feeling. I rested my head on him and kissed his chin. His hands caressed my back and his lips kissed my head.

Finally, I lifted myself from him, shivering slightly when I felt him fall from me. I stood before him as I fixed my panties and lifted my skirt. There he was, Jack Kelton, captain of the football team, laying on the grass before me. Exhausted as I was, from me, unpopular Carly Harris. I smiled as I found my words.

"Thank you Jack."

He slowly fixed himself as he stood. He moved close and kissed me softly. His fingers brushed my cheek and he returned my smile.

"Thank you Carly, I will never forget you."

Slowly we walked back to the Broken Crown and resumed our mingling with other classmates. The night wore on and eventually I said my goodbyes. All the way home and as I cleaned and readied myself for bed, I thought of him. How great it was that I went tonight. Suddenly I was looking forward to the twenty year reunion.



Confessions Ch. 07



Chapter 07 - Nick

Thank you Krissta for editing. 

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My wife and I have a great relationship, even after several years. The lust is still alive and flourishing; the conversations remain wonderful; the time spent together still of great quality. And with all that, I did slip one day, and betrayed her. Still, to this day, she does not know, but her sister is quite aware, for it was her that this betrayal was with.

A few months ago, I was sitting in my office relaxing on my computer. The kids were at school, and the wife was at work. I valued this peaceful quiet time when it arose, cherishing the silence of my household. I was spending this day surfing the net, letting the clicking of my mouse and keyboard mesmerize me, and living for this moment. 

I spun in my chair quickly, slightly startled when my front door opened. I looked out my office doorway, and remained quiet until I could see the intruder that had entered my home. Slowly I reached for the bat that I kept by my desk and stood.

I relaxed my grip and sat back down as the voice of Heather, my wife's sister, hit my ears. "Hello? Nick, are you here?"

As I set the bat back down I answered, "I'm in my office, Heather, but Jill isn't here." 

Wonderful. Heather was here and I had to deal with her. Her and I never really saw eye to eye about much, and dealing with her usually made my head hurt. I figured I would see what she needed and, hopefully, she would be on her way soon.

As Heather spoke, I could hear her getting closer, her high heel shoes hitting my nice polished hardwood floor. 

"Jill said I could barrow her suitcase, and told me you would be here, so I could just come pick it up. Didn't she let you know I was coming?"

I leaned back in my chair, still watching my doorway, great, another item for her to take and never return, or if she did return it, it would be ruined beyond repair.

"No, she didn't tell me. I do think I know where it is though."

She stepped into my office with a hand on her hip and an irritated sigh, as if we are to work around her schedule.

"Well," she said, stopping in mid sentence. Her eyes looking past me, and she huffed. "Well, I see what you do when she isn't here"

I crunched my brows as she stared at me accusingly "Okay, what do you mean? I'm looking up information on teenage behavior. Figured I mind as well inform myself, seeing my kids are about to become them."

Heather rolled her eyes at me, and scoffed. "Yeah, you are looking up teen something, nice pictures, did I interrupt your me time?"

I shook my head, what the hell, cant a man just look for information without being accused of something. "Really, Heather? I'm just looking up information on the computer, that's all."

She took a few steps closer and pointed to my screen. "And how fast did your pants go back on when I came in?"

"What?" I turned and looked to my screen. And there it was, a plethora of pictures of women in sexual positions. I cursed the internet for its need to show smut with every search and turned back to Heather. 

"This isn't what it looks like, I was looking for information, not porn."

She winked at me and smiled, "Sure Nick, whatever you say."

I scoffed and stood up. "I'll go get that suitcase for you, its upstairs, Ill be just a second."

I hurried out of the room, not quite sure if I was irritated that she thought I was playing with myself, or embarrassed by what was on my screen. Either way I needed to get the suitcase and give it to her so I could be rid of her. I had a lot planned for me today and just wanted to be left alone.

I found the suitcase and headed back down the stairs, expecting to see her by the door. However she wasn't there, and I realized that she may be harder to get rid of then I thought. I set the suitcase by the door and headed back to my office. My jaw dropped when I stepped inside. 

Heather was sitting in my chair, and scrolling through pictures of women in various sexual acts, her left arm appeared to be in front of her, and it looked like her hand was between her legs. I coughed to announce my re-entry to the room.

She didn't turn to look at me, but stopped scrolling with a picture of a man licking a girl out. She sighed quietly. "Jill says you are great at that you know?"

I shook my head, what the hell? Jill and her talk about our sex life? "That's great Heather. The suitcase is by the door."

"Mmhmm." It was barely audible and she scrolled some more. 

I ran my fingers through my hair. I didn't care for her, but I didn't want to sound rude, I just wanted her to leave. 

"It's all set, sitting by the door, it doesn't weigh much."

She stopped scrolling on a picture of a woman sitting on a table, the man was inside her, and his mouth was on her breast, "That would be nice, wouldn't it, Nick. I bet he is giving it to her good and hard. I don't remember the last time I got it like that."

"Okay. Well, that's too bad, looks like fun. Um, so, is there anything else you need?"

She shook her head and began to scroll again. I couldn't believe it. What was going on? Here she was in my house, looking at porn, and ignoring my obvious need for her to leave.

She stopped on a picture of a girl sucking on a man. "Now that is fun. I know Jill doesn't swallow, but I do. I love swallowing, tastes great."

I shifted. This was getting way to weird. 

"Nope, she doesn't, and I know you do. That's great. Anyway, its starting to get late. Don't you need to get some stuff done?"

She began scrolling more. 

"Nope, I have some time." She stopped on a picture of a girl touching herself, the panties were pulled to the side and you could see she was shaved. "Now, there you go, just like me, shaved bare. More sensation that way. The funny thing is, that I have a pair of panties just like that on today." She laughed and began scrolling again.

"Really? You look at this stuff often Heather? I would think you wouldn't like this kind of stuff." Hell, I knew she wasn't going to leave, maybe if I humored her for a bit she would get sick of me.

"Oh fuck yes, Nick. I have a few sites I frequently look at, lots of video's too. I have not been laid in a while, so, of course, I have to masturbate."

I was thrown way back, I never even thought about talking to her like this, never even thought she would think of porn. I took a breath, trying to think of a way out of this conversation, but she continued. 

"Come on Nick, it's not like you don't look at this and pull on your crank. Everyone masturbates, its nice to have visuals to help. I'm willing to bet that you're hard right now." She laughed and turned the chair to face me, "Aren't you?"

I shook my head, but felt my face flush a bit, of course I was a little stiff, they were sexy pictures, but I was not about to admit it. 

"No, Heather, I am not. My sex life is good without needing porn, thanks."

She smiled to me. "Really?"

I nodded in a reply and she moved the chair closer to me. She reached her hand out and pressed it onto my jeans. "You seem pretty hard to me."

I stood, frozen in place as she slowly stoked my dick through my pants, I didn't know what to say, didn't know what to do. She continued to take control though, as her other hand quickly unfastened my pants as she continued to stroke me. "I think you are pretty hard, Nick. So hard, that I think your little friend needs to come out and play."

My words were slurred and I stuttered. "Heather, I am Jill's husband, your brother ."

She smiled as she rolled my pants down my legs and kissed me through my underwear. "So we better keep this a secret. I mean, I cant leave you like this can I?"

I swallowed hard. "Yes you can, you can leave me just like this, and I am good with it."

She smiled up to me and pulled my underwear from me. She wrapped her fingers around my dick and began stroking me, then moved her mouth to my balls and licked at them. "Oh Nick, don't be silly, this will be fine."

I held my breath for a moment as she opened her mouth and slid it over the tip of my dick, then released it and licked down the shaft. "And I'll swallow you, Nick. I'll take you in my mouth after I have you inside me. You want that, don't you, Nick. You have always wanted to fuck me, we both know it. Jill knows it. Everyone knows it."

I shook my head slowly in fleeting defiance, and she giggled, as she licked back up my shaft and flicked her tongue over the tip. "Oh yes, Nick, we all know. And I want you to fuck me Nick, I want you to fuck me hard and fast."

I stood still as she moved up my body and kissed my lips lightly. Her fingers slid down her own body and she unfastened her own pants and slid out of them, "See Nick, my panties are the same as that girls, and I can do what she did to entice you a bit."

She kissed my mouth, then stepped back from me. She smiled and quickly removed her shirt, ran her fingers over her own breasts, then removed her bra exposing them for me. She licked two of her fingers then rolled them over a nipple. 

"You like that Nick?" She giggled, then sat back down in my chair with her legs spread. 

Surprisingly, her panties were the same, tiny, silky red panties, with little fabric covering her pussy and ass, and connected by a thin strap around her hips. She smiled as she saw my eyes taking in her panties. 

"Watch this, Nick." Her hand moved quickly to the panties and she pulled the fabric to the side showing me her shaved pussy, she moaned softly as the fabric teased her, then her other hand slid down her body and she began sliding her fingers over herself. She moaned again as she pressed her finger against her lips, and began dipping the tip of a finger in and out of herself.

I watched her as she fingered herself and felt my own hand grabbing a hold of my dick and I slowly stroked myself for her. She smiled at me and reached up to me. 

"I'm really wet, Nick. Come fuck me."

I knelt down and moved closer to her. She withdrew her fingers and placed them on my dick, pulling me closer, then she pressed her pussy to me. 

"Come on, Nick, fuck me!"

She demanded, and I obeyed, sliding myself deep inside her with one hard thrust. She moaned loudly and smiled to me. 

"That's it, Nick, fuck me hard."

She bucked against me and I began to move my hips, pulling out of her and sliding myself back in roughly. I lowered my mouth and sucked on her nipple, rolling my tongue around it, then setting my teeth on it and biting softly. Her moans were getting louder, crossing into screams of joyful pain, and it drove me on, making me push harder and faster into her. 

Her hips bucked against me and her screams made her words more separated then had she just spoken them. "Oh yes, Nick, make me cum, Nick, I'm going to cum! Keep fucking me!"

I moved my hips faster and harder then I had ever thought I would be able to. I felt her mouth on my shoulder and felt her pussy pulsating on my dick as she came on me, her body was shaking and her breath was lost in a soundless scream of delight. 

He body shook fiercely for some time as I continued to give her all I had, continued to pound myself into her throughout her orgasm. Her moans became pants of joy and she looked down to me. 

"Now I want your cum in my mouth, Nick. I need it as bad as you."

Again I felt myself obeying to her desires and I stopped my thrusting, pulling myself out of her, I laid upon my back. She moved quickly over me, taking my dick in her mouth and bobbing her head quickly. Her hand moved to my balls, caressing them, as the other moved to my dick, following and leading her mouth as it moved up and down me. 

Her tongue seemed to move like a tornado over my shaft as her head moved faster on me. I could feel my orgasm building and closed my eyes in sheer pleasure. She must have felt me drawing close and squeezed my balls lightly as she dropped her mouth on me, taking me in deep and swirled her tongue. 

I released my breaths with heavy grunts as I felt my sperm burst into her mouth in thick heavy streams of ecstasy. She kept her tongue rolling around me as I came, leaving me unable to catch my breath as she swallowed me. 

Her lips began to move up and down my dick as my orgasm subsided, draining me. She withdrew her mouth and licked the tip as she looked up to me, "Now that was great, Nick. We should solve all of our problems this way." She smiled and ran her tongue up my dick. "Would be a lot better, and far more satisfying."

She moved up to her knees and adjusted her panties. "Next time don't make me work so hard for it, though. I would like it if you would just come take me." She smiled and began dressing, "And I can obey as well, from time to time. But you can too, you did well."

I watched her as she left the room, and stayed upon the floor as I heard the front door open and close. I collected my thoughts and dressed myself, did I really just fuck my sister? There was no question I did. And oddly enough, I was looking forward to the next time. 



Confessions Ch. 08



Chapter 08 - Doug

Thank you Krissta for editing. 

Dear Sonja, 

I will never forget that wonderful night with you. Of all the times I had seen you, I never imagined how great it would be. I have been your brother's friend for many years, and we have seen each other grow up, but not once did I think that would happen. 

I can not deny the simple fact that I had fantasized about you, on many, many occasions, but you are my friends big sister, and therefore off limits to me.

Alas, I was mistaken. And thankfully for that. The way you move has always intoxicated me, entranced me. I remember many times stopping by to walk to school with Mike and seeing you all ready for school thinking, "How come the other girls don't look that good?"

I remember sleeping over several times, sort of hoping that I would catch a glimpse of you in your night clothes. In the back of my mind, I was thinking how great it would be to walk in on you in the restroom. I know its kind of dirty, but its true.

But, as it turns out, it was you walking in on me. When I heard the door open, I thought it was Mike, coming to give me more crap about the pass I dropped during the game, the thought of it being you never entered my mind. When I heard you say, "Are you almost done in here?" I have to admit, I got excited. Your voice alone aroused me, made me long to be touched.

It took me a bit of time to find my voice, I know, but it was you, in the bathroom, with me in the shower. I had no idea what to do. You acted like it was nothing out of the ordinary, casually asking me the simple question.

I said "Not sure," the soap was still in my hair, waiting to be rinsed, and I had yet to wash my body.

Then, when you asked if I would mind if you stayed in there to talk, that you needed to talk to someone, I found myself wanting to invite you in so I could see you when we spoke. I shifted my position under the water more times then a spider spins a web in their lifetime.

And we spoke, conversed for some time, you and I as friends. And then the water began to cool, and I knew I needed to get out. And you offered to hand me a towel, promising you wouldn't look in at me. I was comforted, but, at the same time, sort of wished you would be peeking in at me, desiring me as I was finding myself desiring you.

Your hand entered the shower through a small opening between the wall and curtain, and I found myself timid in receiving it, and I am still not sure if it was because I did not want to be seen, or because I wanted you to see me. I took it carefully, watched your hand slide back away from me, and felt the loss of a chance, a chance that was not even my right to have.

I wiped up quicker then usual and wrapped the towel around my waist. When I pulled the curtain aside I swear I had thought you had gone. When I saw you standing there my surprise was great, wonderful, and embarrassing in the same moment.

I found my eyes exploring you as your back was facing me. Your brown hair tied in a single ponytail that hung halfway down your back. Your tank top left your arms bare, and I traversed the soft skin with my eyes. My eyes moved slowly compared to the rapid flashes of excitement that racked my mind. Then I looked to your ass. So tight, so firm, it was begging for my touch. I felt myself growing beneath the towel and tried to take the view from my sight by turning back to face the shower once more.

But I knew you had seen me looking through the mirror, all I could do was try to act it cool and keep my face from turning red. Then I felt your hand on my shoulder, and your lips on my earlobe as you whispered for me to turn and face you. 

I listened and turned, my towel tenting out in front of me and my face reddening in pure embarrassment. But you smiled to me, calmed me, and ran your fingers over my chest. I stood there, thinking how many times I had dreamed of just that and convinced myself that this one was real.

When your lips touched mine, fireworks exploded inside me; my mind whirled with delight. You deepened our kiss, and I felt myself longing for your mouth on mine forever, never wanting to lose our embrace. Then your fingers released my towel, and you let your fingertips travel upon my manhood, slowly, lightly. My excitement was greater than I had ever imagined possible and I did not protest when you took your lips from me.

I stayed still as you smiled to me and began kissing me down my body as your fingers teased my scrotum. I took in several breaths as your lips kissed down the length of my cock. And, I swear, my heart skipped a beat when you fingers left my scrotum and you replaced them with you tongue.

I stood there attempting to not explode within myself as you slowly stroked me, your mouth magic as you rolled your tongue and licked at my scrotum. Your eyes remained focused on mine as you licked back up my cock and slid it into your mouth. I found breathing becoming difficult as you started to slide your lips up and down on me, your hands sliding to my sack. I leaned back against the wall to prevent myself from falling as the tip of your finger teased at my perineum. Your mouth moved faster as I felt myself growing thicker in your mouth and you withdrew me from your lips and smiled up to me once more. 

You moved away from me, your eyes studying my own, and you whispered that I would have to wait until you were ready for me, and only then would you let me be satisfied with your mouth. My breath returned just in time for your mouth to kiss at the head of my cock once more and your fingers encased me, stoking me slowly. Your free hand was pressed against my thigh and the warmth from it streamed up my entire body.

Once again I started to thicken inside your mouth and once again you pulled away from me with a slow shake of your head. I was dying for you by this point, dying to explode in your mouth. My body had been shaking and you lightly kissed at my hips and thighs until it subsided. 

Then you moved your mouth lower and licked at my perineum, driving me wild with sensations that I had never thought possible in that spot. The tip of your tongue slipped further back and I felt it tap upon my anus sending shivers of pure delight and excitement through me. You showed me places of arousal I had never thought of allowing one to touch, and I was loving every second that passed because of it.

Then you wet your fingers and replaced your tongue with them, tapping me lightly, and caressing me with just the tips. Your mouth moved to my scrotum once more and you sucked on it lightly before licking back up my cock and wrapping your mouth around me once more. 

I felt myself closer then I had ever been and feared, for a second, that you would release me again. But you did not, you kept your mouth upon me, your fingers tracing my anus and tickling at my perineum. And your mouth moved faster, your tongue like a whirlwind around my cock as I released my sperm into your throat. I was grunting loudly with pleasure and you hummed on me, drawing more from me. My fingers were pressed against the wall, my breath was lost, and my mind was a mist of sheer delight.

You ran your mouth up and down me a few more times, making sure that I remained hard for you. Then your mouth kissed back up my body and I had the pleasure of your mouth on mine once more. 

When you stepped back I wanted to reach for you and pull your mouth back to mine, but I remained still, as you wanted. Your fingers moved to the hem of your tank top and you pulled it over your head so slowly it felt like a million years. Your breasts were perfect, round and plump; your nipples were hard with your own excitement. 

I started to move forward, but you placed your hand on me and stopped me with that sweet smile of yours. Your fingers moved down your body and unfastened your jeans, and you ever-so-slowly removed them from your body. My eyes started at your feet small, thin, sexy. Then up your shins, to your knees. My excitement grew more as my eyes tasted your creamy thighs, then climbed to your panties thin blue fabric, barely covering the sweet treasures beneath.

You stepped forward and brought your hand to the back of my head, and slowly pulled me to your breast. I opened my mouth and licked at your nipple, then wrapped my lips and sucked on you. Your hand pressed gently down on my head and I kissed down your breast, then my lips touched the soft skin of your stomach. As I slid down to my knees I traced your panties with my tongue and lifted my hand to caress the soft fabric with my fingers. 

Your hand met mine as your pulled the fabric to the side, showing me your neatly-trimmed pussy. My mouth moved to you and I ran the tip of my tongue through your folds. I slid my hand over your inner thigh and moved my thumb to slowly slide it inside you. My mouth moved to your clit and sucked lightly. I heard your moans of pleasure and flicked my tongue around your clit, as I began to wiggle my thumb. 

Your voice was soft, tantalizing when you spoke the words to me. "Use your fingers Doug, I would love to feel your long fingers."

I did as you wanted, slowly removing my thumb and replaced it with my middle and index finger, sliding them as deep as I could inside you. I moved my mouth, as if I was talking in silence, over your clit as I started to move my arm up and down, slowly, not wanting to speed through this dream of mine.

Your breath quickened and your hips started to move against me. I began to twist my wrist back and forth as my fingers moved in and out of you. My tongue spun circles around your clit, then I closed my lips upon it and sucked. 

I closed my eyes with excitement and joy as your legs began to shake. The sweet aroma, the sweet taste, the desire, you had it all, and I wanted to please you. I wanted to please you over and over again, until you had nothing left and collapsed into my arms.

Your breath came in gasps and I felt your pussy gripping at my fingers, and moved them faster, begging for your orgasm. I nibbled on your clit then rolled my tongue around it before flicking the tip of my tongue over it in rapid succession. 

I felt your hands upon my shoulders, squeezing me tightly as I felt the waves of your orgasm flow over my fingers. I pressed my fingers deep inside you and wiggled them back and forth, keeping my mouth tight to your clit, sucking, and flicking at it, as you released yourself for me.

I felt you regaining control of your body and your hands pulled me by the shoulders away from your sweet pussy. I looked up to you as I moved and you graced me with your smile once more. I tried to speak, but you placed a finger over my lips and shushed me quietly.

You moved to your knees and I felt your lips on my own once more. I took in your rewarding kiss and begged for more. I felt your smile as you pulled back slightly, leaving our lips just close enough to touch. Your hands went to my chest and you gently pressed on me, leading me onto my back upon the floor. 

You moved your body over mine and pressed your lips on my own once more. You moved your hips on me, pressing your heat against my cock. I felt myself regain my rigidness as I pressed back against you. 

I felt your sweet moan on my mouth as my cock slid between your folds and the tip of my cock entered you. You moved your hips up, then slid down, keeping me out of you, but not letting my cock be removed from your pussy. You slid your hips slowly, not allowing me to enter you, but keeping me firmly against you. I could feel your hot juices coating me, and my desire grew tenfold to enter you.

You lifted your mouth from mine and moved to a seated position on me. Your hand moved down my body and the tips of your fingers teased the tip of my cock. I looked up to you, pleading with you, to let me enter you.

You graced me with your smile as you raised your hips, moving off of me. Your hand moved down my shaft and you raised me to point my cock up to you. Ever so slowly you lowered yourself onto me, sliding me into you, and releasing your hand as you took me all the way inside you. You bit your bottom lip as your hips began to rotate on me. 

My hands slid to your hips and I began to move my own in unison. Your hands went to my chest, pressing on me as you began to slide up and down my cock. Your pussy was hot and tight on me, and I began to thrust up at you as you lifted from me. 

We moved in harmony your hips moving back and forth, my hips moving up and down; your hands squeezing on my chest, my own hands gripping onto your hips. Our breathing was beginning to become rapid, and I felt your movements quicken with it. 

Your breath cracked and you bit your lip again in a slight screech as you released yourself on me. I pressed deep inside you as you came, moving my hips in quick semi-circles.

Your mouth opened slightly as the quick intakes of air drove me on to give you the pleasure that I so longed to give. Your eyes closed, and your back arched. I moved my hands up your hips and grasped onto your sides. I felt the rigidness of your body and smiled, happy no, ecstatic to be able to give you such pleasure.

You smiled down to me as your body regained its composure and you started to move your hips once more. You lowered your mouth and kissed my lips, a deep, sensual, beautiful kiss that twirled my mind and captured my very soul. 

Your hips began to quicken, and I matched your speed. My body started to respond and you released your mouth from mine, lifting your body from me as you did. You smiled to me as you slid off me and moved down my body. Your hand took a hold of my cock and you stroked me. Your mouth kissed and your tongue licked at the tip of my cock, and I felt my body shaking. Your hand moved faster on my shaft as you swirled your tongue around the tip of my cock. You moved your mouth to my scrotum as your fingers slid over the tip of my cock then down me. My orgasm took my sight from me, took my very being away from me. The sensations from your touch bringing me to another world as I felt the streams of my own sperm hit my stomach. 

You caressed me through my orgasm, stopping your hand minutes after I was emptied. I opened my eyes as you slid up beside me and kissed my lips softly. Your words were quiet, barely a whisper to my mouth. "Thank you."

My mind raced. You were thanking me for giving me what I had always longed for. You were thanking me for giving me the greatest pleasure in my life. You were thanking me for taking me where I never thought possible.

Your smile greeted me as you lifted your lips from me. Your voice was soft, angelic. "I have always wanted to be with you."

You kissed my lips softly once more before lifting yourself from the floor.

I watched you as your dressed, your eyes never leaving my own. You were graceful in every movement, your elegance that of the greatest of queens. I whimpered to myself when you left the room, watching me as you closed the door, placing the wood between us and robbing me of your beauty.

Slowly, I cleaned up and dressed myself. I sat in that room for some time thinking of the great gift you had given. My mind a whirl of delight, my body still feeling your body. 

And now, sweet, sweet Sonja, I know. I know now, as I knew as of that day, that I love you. And I have always loved you. In that one wonderful, love-making moment, it all became clear. And now, after these 10 years of marriage to you, I still think of that day, and my smile can not be erased. And tonight, after your eyes have shifted through this memory, I will be in there again, waiting for you my sweet angel.

I love you, 

Doug



Confessions Ch. 09



Chapter 09 - Tim 

Thank you Krissta for editing. 

Amanda and I have been friends for a long time. She is a beautiful woman mind and body but we never dated. The attraction was there, but we were friends and didn't want to lose each other if we couldn't make it as a couple. We had done so many things together, and knew everything there was to know of one another. We kept no secrets from one another, which had caused some of our respective partners to become jealous, but we had decided long ago they would have to deal with it, or not be with me or her.

One day we were watching a movie where a woman was getting photos taken of her. She was dressed, but was sexy. Amanda laughed and said, "that would be really fun, to have pictures taken in all different poses."

I laughed with her, but didn't really think of it. As weeks passed and our external relationships soured, the idea was mentioned several more times. And we began to even joke about going to my father's cabin and me taking pictures of her in a different poses and outfits. 

That fall, she mentioned it again, telling me that she just wanted to feel sexy, wanted to feel erotic. So I called her out on it.

"Pack a suitcase with a few outfits and we will go this weekend."

She smiled and winked at me. "Deal!"

I was surprised, but willing to do it. She was a good friend, and her smile had disappeared over the past few months. Jokingly, I added, "And bring some toys with you."

She giggled and slapped my arm. "Fucking pervert!"

Although she had said she would do it, I was surprised to see her car pull up my driveway that Friday night. I went out to her as she was opening her door, she smiled, "I hope you're packed. I am."

I stuttered with my words. "Give me five minutes."

She giggled and added, "don't forget the camera!"

"You got it," I responded and rushed back into the house and packed quickly. 

When I stepped back outside she was sitting in her car, her legs hanging out the driver side door. She greeted me with a shy smile. 

"I'm kind of nervous."

I chuckled. "Yeah, me too. But hell, we will find your smile."

I went around the car and got in, she closed her door and we headed off.

Throughout the ride we did less talking then usual. More then likely I was as nervous as her, and discussing it would increase the chance of one of us backing out. So we stayed with very subtle talk, and kind of allowed the music to take precedence over conversation.

We got to the cabin as dusk hit. The moon was full, the sky littered with stars, the trees loomed large around us, and for the first time in a long time I felt a wave of relaxation with my friend. Even if we didn't do any pictures of Amanda, spending time with her out here would make a great weekend for me.

We went to the cabin door and I unlocked and opened it for her with a deep bow. "After you my lady!"

She chuckled and pushed me as she entered, dropping her suitcase for me to grab. I took a hold of her suitcase and my own as I entered behind her. I set them down and found the light switch, flicking it up, lighting the small cabin. 

As I closed the door I looked at her from the back. Her black pants were tight on her, giving me a great view of her ass. Her shirt was blue and loose fitting, her brown hair was in a long ponytail. She looked amazing, which made me wonder how she could ever think that she was not a beautiful, sexy woman.

She turned to me, biting her lip. "So what do we do?"

I shrugged with a slight laugh. "I guess you look good and I take a few pictures. Then you can change into another outfit, and we will take some more. We can do whatever doesn't make you feel uncomfortable."

She nodded. "You got it. Go ahead and get your camera and I'll put my suitcase in the bedroom, and come out here. I'll get some taken on the recliner and sofa. Then I can change. Maybe more out here after, and if it is feeling good, I'll get some on the bed."

"Sounds good." She retreated with her suitcase to the other room and I dug out my camera and started getting ready. 

She peaked out of the room, her fingers on the doorjamb, and just her head viewable for me. "Are you ready?"

I took a couple snapshots of her like that, and her smile grew a bit with each flash. "I am, are you?"

She stepped out, and spread her arms out, displaying herself and I took a few more shots. She giggled. "How do we do this?"

I shrugged. "I guess you just be sexy, and I'll keep taking pictures."

She nodded and walked over to the recliner, I snapped a few of her walking. She sat down and crossed her legs, smiling at me. I flashed a few more. 

"Now bite your lip, Amanda." She did, and I took a couple more. "Now uncross your legs, and put one up on the arm of the chair."

She moved fluently, like she was made for the camera. I kept the shutter going. "Very sexy, Amanda. I love it." She smiled and slid her hand on her stomach, then moved it slowly up, over her breasts to the top button of her shirt and unfastened it. Her fingers then moved down to the next and unfastened it, showing me more cleavage then I had ever seen before on her. 

I kept the camera singing and figured I should coax her through it with some words. "That's it Amanda. So sexy, so hot."

She laughed and blew me a kiss. "I want to put on something else."

I nodded, "Sounds good, but I'm taking pictures of that nice ass of yours as you leave."

She chuckled, and shifted to her side, stuck out her tongue and slapped her ass twice, both times caught by my camera.

As she stood and walked into the other room, I let a barrage of camera flashes capture her.

I sat on a chair near the door as I waited for her, examining the pictures on the camera. She was made for this, far sexier then I had thought. In fact, it was almost like I was looking at a model instead of my friend.

I heard the knob on the door turn and flicked the camera back to the capture mode readying myself for her. 

She was gorgeous; her feet had black heels on, her lower legs bare. Her thighs were wrapped in a blue and black checkered skirt with a shiny, thin black belt around the waist. Her shirt was white with small ruffles along the buttons, the top two open for me to see her cleavage once more. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and her face had a distinct glow to it.

I smiled at her and quickly took a few pictures of her in the doorway. She adjusted her body so she was leaning against the doorjamb, and had one foot directly in front of the other. She moved slowly across the room to the sofa, resting her hands on the top, then turned her head to see me, and lifted one foot behind her. 

I shuttered off a few shots, and waited for her to reposition.

She huffed at me. "What the fuck! You have to talk you know? I just do what you tell me. I cant talk, asshole!"

We shared a laugh. "I thought it might make you uncomfortable."

She shook her head. "Hell no! It makes me feel way fucking sexier!"

I moved down to my knee and readied myself again. "Okay Amanda, get on the couch and lay on your stomach, but keep looking at me." She did as I told her, sliding her body over the arm of the couch and laying there for me to take all the pictures I wanted.

"Now bend your knees so your lower legs are up and cross your ankles." As she did this, I had a hard time focusing. I never realized how sexy she really was. I tried to remain calm. "Damn. Yes, very sexy Amanda."

I started talking quicker, flashing the camera rapidly. "Now perch up on your elbows. That's it sexy, blow me a kiss. There you go. There you go. Damn, nice! Now onto your side, lift that skirt up a bit. Show me that thigh." 

She did as I told her without complaint, and I found myself wanting her to remove her clothes so I could see every inch of her sexy body. I was starting to desire her, lusting for her. I tried staying on task, tried not letting her know that I wanted to see all of her. 

"There you go, Amanda. So sexy. Now cross your legs and put a finger to your mouth, tell me to be quiet. Ah, yes, perfect. Very sexy. Okay, put your back on the couch, your legs on the back, and hang your head so I can see you upside down."

She giggled and it took a couple seconds for her to maneuver for me, but when she was done I could feel my pants tightening. She was so hot, and when she was like this I could see her breasts clearly firm, not to big, not to small, perfectly round. I snapped a few more pictures as I tried to plan her next move. But she slid slowly off the couch and onto the floor before I could say anything. 

I stood above her and let the camera take her. She moved around slowly twisting her body, moving her hips. Her hands slid up her torso and she caressed her breasts. I took in a breath to calm myself, trying not to get over excited.

She stopped and looked up at me, her smile wide. "Excited? Your hard as a rock aren't you?"

I could feel my face redden with embarrassment, and tried playing it cool. "No, just thinking that you are sexy. I'm good."

She laughed as she stood up. "Fuck you! Your getting horny over me!"

I stuttered my words but managed to get them out. "You are pretty hot, and these pictures are exciting. That's all."

She laughed again, and kissed my cheek. "Okay, I have another outfit I want to try. But this time I want them taken on the bed." She spun on a heel and hurried to the other room. 

I watched her go, finding my eyes focused on her ass. She closed the door and I tried to remember that she was a good friend of mine, and this was a favor I was doing for her. I could not cross the line with her. I had to behave.

I flicked through the pictures I had taken as I waited for her to be ready. I couldn't believe how hot she was. I had been friends with her forever and never got excited with her, but this was unreal! She was sexier then any woman I had ever been with, and here I was taking pictures of her, very sexy pictures of her. I switched my camera back to taking mode and sat on the couch, trying to put myself back in a photographer's mind. I had to stay cool, had to act like a professional.

I heard the door open and she called for me. I stood and steadied myself once more before I went to her. Taking a couple deep silent breaths I stepped into the bedroom and with my camera ready. She was laying on her back with her legs curled up, and her arms stretched up, hands behind her head. Her jeans were tight against her, and her breasts were covered by black bra with small pink hearts on it. Her hair was tied in pigtails and they laid flat upon the sheets.

She slid her hands down to her shoulders, over her breasts, then slowly down her bare stomach, stopping them with her fingertips just touching the thin belt around her waist. She nibbled at her bottom lip as she giggled and I found myself, once again, very excited.

She lifted her upper body and looked at me with a grin. "Can I go further?"

I laughed a nervous, goofy laugh. "You can do what ever you want, Amanda."

Her smile widened. "I feel like being really fucking naughty. Can you handle it?"

I snapped another shot off. "I guess there is always the bathroom if I need to relieve myself." Joking was always a good thing, always made me relax a bit.

Amanda slid her hand back up to her breast and cupped it with a small moan. "I will have to take you to the fucking edge, then!"

I laughed, at this point that wouldn't be so hard, I was tempted to go take care of myself before we continued just so I could get my concentration back. But I had to try to remain cool, even if she knew she had me all worked up. "Be as naughty as you want, Amanda."

She smiled and jumped up onto her feet, easily balancing on the bed. Her hands went behind her neck then over her shoulders once more, at her breasts she stopped her hands and caressed them for a short while allowing me to take several pictures of her. She kept one hand on her breast, while she slid the other down her smooth stomach, over her belt line and to her crotch, she slid it back and forth slowly. "How do you like that, fucker?"

I laughed and took a bunch more pictures. "That is super hot, Amanda. You are such a tease."

She giggled. "I'll show you a fucking tease!" 

I shook my head and starting lighting the room with flashes from my camera.

She moved her hand up to her belt and slowly unbuckled it, taking it by the buckle she slid it out of the loops, painstakingly slow, as she moved her hips in small circles. She tossed the belt over my shoulder and blew me a kiss. 

I rolled my eyes at her. "That almost hit me, you know."

She scoffed at me and laughed. "Shut the fuck up! I know you are enjoying this as much as me, you little fucker. Keep your camera ready."

I laughed with her and put the camera back up to my face, flashing away at her wonderful body.

She slid her hand from her breast around her back and in one quick flick of her fingers, unsnapped her bra, and let it hang from her shoulders. She winked at me and shrugged, dropping the bra to the bed in front of her. Her breasts were wonderful, far better bare then I had thought they were when they were covered, and I couldn't help but focusing on her plump nipples staring at me. 

She slid her fingers over her breast, pinching at her nipples for just a moment before sliding them down her stomach once more. Her fingers stopped at her waist and she flicked her fingers unbuttoning her jeans, and looked to me. 

"You sure you can fucking handle this?"

I swallowed hard, trying to remember that this was a game and I was a photographer, here to do a good job and leave. "Of course I can Amanda, be as naughty as you want. You are so sexy, the camera loves you."

She laughed. "You fucking love me! Fuck the camera, it just goes where you want."

I shrugged, trying to stand straight, trying to hide the growth in my pants. "Anybody standing here would love you."

She smiled. "Okay, then. I'll keep being fucking naughty."

She moved her hand to her zipper, and pulled on it, her jeans spreading and showing me the waistband of her panties.

"I wore special panties just for you because I know you love them you sick fuck." She stated with a laugh. 

I held my breath as she moved her jeans down her body, first giving me a look at her black panties silky fabric, with a big pink heart begging to be touched. She continued to move her jeans down her legs, to her knees, her creamy fit thighs demanding the cameras attention. I heard her sweet giggle again as she crouched to slide them the rest of the way down her body exposing her little knees, then her shins, covering her feet with the jeans.

She stood and pulled one foot free of the jeans then kicked them at me with the other. She placed her hands on her hips, pushing out her chest and I let the camera taste her entire body, starting at her cute little feet, working up past her knees, to those wonderful thighs. Her panties received a few extra flashes before I moved up to her stomach, and over her breasts. I let the camera lick at her neck before the beauty of her face was captured in my frame.

I kept the camera flashing as she lowered herself onto her hands and knees, and looked to me, licking her lips. "I hope you're fucking ready for this!"

I managed a sly laugh. "I'll keep flashing Amanda. But I have to say, I had no idea you were this hot."

She blew me a kiss and started to crawl toward me, I kept the camera as steady as possible, the sleek panther on the prowl teasing my lens.

She reached out and caressed my thigh as she moved closer to me, her hand slid up my leg and she found my crotch. With a grin she looked up at me. "You're one excited fucker, aren't you?"

I remained still, trying to remain calm with her.

She brought her mouth to me and kissed my cock through my pants. "Don't stop taking the pictures, that makes this so fucking hot!"

I took a deep breath and did as she wanted, letting the flash brighten the room.

She growled and started to unfasten my pants, her mouth licking at my jeans. She looked up to me as she pulled my jeans off of me and licked her lips, then lifted my shirt and kissed my stomach. Her hands slid to the waistline of my underwear and she removed them quickly. Her hand moved over my cock and she slowly stroked me as she began to kiss down my stomach. 

Her lips kissed to head of my cock and she purred, "you are so fucking hard, so fucking ready!"

My breaths came to me faster, and I tried to concentrate on taking the pictures of her playing with my cock. My words were stuttered. "Holy shit, Amanda, you are so fucking hot! So fucking naughty!"

She purred again and opened her mouth, sliding it down the entire length of my shaft, her fingers moving down with her lips, and when they ran out of room, she wrapped them around my balls and caressed them gently. She slid her mouth back up my cock and rolled her tongue over the tip, then placed her lips of the side and slid down the shaft again. She moved her tongue to my balls and licked them slowly, teasingly before she looked back up to me with a grin. 

"Don't forget to take the pictures, fucker."

I collected myself and started snapping the photos once more, releasing a small moan as she sucked on my balls. 

She began to stroke my cock with one hand, her other grasping around the back of my thigh as she kissed and sucked on my balls. Then she licked up my shaft to the tip and lightly sucked on it. 

Her mouth went back to my stomach, and her hands moved to my sides, lifting my shirt as her mouth climbed my body. 

"Okay, put the camera down. New plans for the horny fuck."

I reached behind me and set the camera on the desk, just as my shirt hit my armpits. I lifted my arms and she climbed my body, her kisses following the shirt as it went over my neck. She stopped lifting as the shirt passed my mouth and pressed her hot lips to mine. I open my mouth for her and as she deepened the kiss, I took her hungrily. 

She pulled away and then gave my lips little nips as I tried to kiss her more. She giggled and finished removing my shirt. 

"Stay still," she demanded.

I did as she wanted, standing in the buff before her as she fell back onto the bed, her arms outstretched across it, and her legs bent, her knees close to my cock. She licked her lips and moved her hands to her panties, then lifting her ass slightly she slid them down her beautiful legs, and kicked them across the room.

I started to move toward her but she lifted a hand stopping me. "You have to wait, there are rules."

I nodded. "Okay, rules."

She smiled and started to move her legs, bringing them around my waist and pressing me closer, almost close enough for my cock to touch her pussy. "Yes, tonight, you will fuck me, and make me come. Tonight you will come inside me, and when we are done you will lay beside me. And if you do a good job, I might let you do whatever you fucking want tomorrow. Understand, fucker?"

I nodded again. "Yes, I do, Amanda. I'm going to fuck you good and hard, and tomorrow I will ravage your entire body."

She purred. "Promises promises!" Her purr turned into a growl. "Now fuck me!"

I took hold of her hips and moved in. I positioned my cock so the head so it rested against her folds and slowly moved my hips in a circle so it would push in a bit then pop back out. Then I moved so my shaft slid against her folds and slowly pumped, sliding my cock against her pussy, and getting the head of my cock to press against her clit.

She bit her lip with a moan, then reached up and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me close to her. 

"Stop fucking teasing, and fuck me!"

I kissed her, deeply, and pulled my hips back, then moved so the head of my cock was just inside her. She bit at my lips and I pushed hard, slamming myself deep inside her pussy. She bucked her hips at me as I started to pull back, and I pounded my hips forward again, filling her. 




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We started moving faster, my hips going in a circle each thrust harder then the last, her hips moving up to match me, her moans louder in my mouth. I could feel her tightening around me and I moved as fast as I could get my hips to move.

She pulled me in with her legs, tight against her, her arms around my torso pressing me to her. Her mouth moved to my ear, and through her pants she made her demand. "Come with me, come now, let me fucking feel you!"

I did a final thrust and my body shook with hers, my hips rotating ever so slightly, deep in pleasure as we came together, a dreamlike state of mind. Her body pressed tightly against mine, her pants hot against my ear, her mouth tight to my neck.

We stayed tight as our orgasms subsided, and she loosened her grip on me. I stayed inside her as I kissed her soft lips through our smiles, and rested upon her. She pushed me to the side and we rolled over to my back, her legs around mine, my cock softening but remained inside her hot pussy.

She nipped at my lip and smiled. "Tomorrow, you get whatever you want. Now we sleep. We will need our energy all fucking day tomorrow."

I smiled and was granted one more sweet kiss before she rested her head on my chest and I was given the pleasure of sleeping with her on me.



Confessions Ch. 10



Chapter 10 - Robin

Thank you Krissta for editing.

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Dear diary,

The night before last was absolutely amazing. The things that I did, I never thought I would do. The excitement was greater then I had ever imagined. I guess I need to start at the beginning.

I have been listening to Zack complain about the lack of sex and the lack of variety in our sex life for some time now. He often said that he felt the sex had declined after marriage because I was bored with him, even though the truth was I simply needed more sleep, or the kids had driven me ragged, or whatever. It was never a lack of appreciation towards him or a lack of lust I had for him. I guess when you love somebody for long enough, you just don't think about the sex as much. Obviously, that opinion would be different in his perspective.

So I decided a while ago that I would give him a night that was just for him. I was going to let him do anything he wanted to me. I started to listen to him a bit more for a few weeks. He told me many of his fantasies and I found myself doubting that I would ever be able to let him do them to me, so I decided he would do them to someone else. 

I transformed myself into Miss Hailin, the maid. I went out and bought a little black-and-white maids outfit, complete with skimpy black panties; shiny, high-heeled shoes; and fishnet stockings. I then set up a day where both of our children would head directly to a friends house after school and remain there for the night.

After everyone left that morning, I put myself to work. I am not a very horny person, it takes a lot to turn me on, and I know this. So I started to surf the web for porn. I have never been a fan of porn, but this time I was all for it. I made myself very hot watching video after video, and found myself wet, very wet. I refused to touch myself, although I really wanted to, and waited for Zack to get home.

Around quarter of five I put on my outfit, did my makeup and tied my hair back in pigtails. I grabbed a feather duster and an old watch that Zack didn't care about and smacked it onto the floor cracking the View screen. I took a look at myself as I passed the full mirror in the bedroom before I headed downstairs, and smiled, almost excited with how I looked. I was damned sexy, and when I puffed my lips into a pout I doubted that even I could say no to taking me on the spot.

I managed to get into the living room just as I heard him pull into the driveway. I set the watch on the end table and began fluffing the pillows on the couch. 

I heard his key in the lock and steadied myself, reminding myself how hot I was, how excited I was, and how excited he would be. I listened as the door opened behind me, making sure he got a great view of my ass. When I heard nothing else from him I turned, nervous that I may have been caught by someone else. I was relieved to see Zack, his mouth was partially open, and his eyes wide. 

I did a small curtsy and spoke with my best French accent, "welcome home sir."

He closed the door slowly and set his briefcase down, "Uh, hello Robin." His eyes were feasting on me, devouring me. It was making me hot. I was beginning to think that all I needed to do was think of him wanting to ravage me and I would get wet.

I lifted the watch as I sauntered toward him, and giggled, "No sir, its me, Miss Hailen. Madam has left for some shopping. I am just trying to tidy up some."

He smiled, and I could see his bulge growing through his pants, "I see, and the children?"

I moved closer to him, "they are with friends tonight sir, and will not return until tomorrow."

He stroked his chin, nodding, "I see."

I took a shallow breath and pouted my lips, "Sir, I am afraid I did something very bad."

He began to play the role, and again, I became more excited. 

"Oh, Miss Hailin, I am sure you couldn't have done anything to bad. What is it?"

I held his watch out to him, and tried to manage a tear. 

"Sir, I am afraid I have broken your watch. It was on the dresser and I failed to see it. It fell, and I accidentally stepped on it. I am sorry, sir."

He looked at the watch, and smiled. "That old thing! I mean, ah Miss Hailin, that watch was given to me by Robin on our second anniversary. It can not be replaced."

I smiled to myself, he almost lost character, but he was catching on quickly. I moved a couple steps closer, so I could rest a hand on his chest. "Please sir, do not fire me. I will do anything."

He shook his head as he took the watch and set it on his briefcase. Then he reached behind himself and I heard the lock of the door latch. He patted my hand and sighed. 

"I don't know, Miss Hailen, this is a very expensive watch, one-of-a kind. Robin will be very upset."

Lacing my fingers together in front of me I gave him my best "puppy-dog" eyes. 

"Oh sir, please, please forgive me. Please do not let her know. I will do anything to repay you, anything you want. I need this job sir."

He took my hands and led me further into the room. "Well, I can't let this go unpunished you know?"

I nodded, and bit my bottom lip. "Yes sir, I understand, discipline is needed for obedience." 

"Well, you can repay me a different way, and I can keep her from knowing. But it has to be our little secret, okay?"

I smiled, as Miss Hailin, and myself, I had him ready and willing. With how hot I had gotten myself earlier, and with how excited I was getting, I found myself really willing to obey. 

"Yes sir, anything for my job."

He put his hands around my waist and turned my back to him. Then led me to the side of the couch. 

"Miss Hailin, I'm afraid you need a good spanking at least, now lean over and put your hands on the arm of the sofa."

I did as I was told, feeling my short skirt sliding up the back of my thighs. 

"Yes sir, I understand, just please let me keep my job."

I felt his hand on the back of my leg, and he caressed me very slowly. 

"Now we can't be telling Robin about this, or you will lose your job. Do you understand?"

I nodded, and released a small whimper. 

"Yes sir, anything you say sir. I will not say a word to madam."

I felt his hand move up my leg and the skirt lifted to my waist. "You have been very naughty breaking such a valuable keepsake, and the only thing I can think of for you to repay me is to give you a good spanking. Now you be good and hold still for me." 

The heat of his hand over the silk panties was exhilarating, and whether it was through excitement, or through some real fear all I could muster was a quiet, "mmhmm."

He lifted his hand and gave a light smack on my ass, then caressed my cheek. "You be good, Miss Hailin, and this will be over quickly."

I pretended to cry a bit, and he lifted his hand and smacked me with a little more force. I could feel the vibrations of his slap in my crotch and found myself anxious for the next one, and found that I was dying for it to be harder. I wanted to feel his hits in my pussy, I wanted him to punish me, and punish me good. 

"Oh sir, yes, spank me sir. Let me know how upset you are about your watch, take your anger out on me."

He took the cue and gave me a few more slaps, each one harder then the previous, each one driving me more and more insane with excitement. He caressed my ass after each hit, his fingers moving closer to my pussy. Oh my pussy was so hot, so wet, never had I ever thought I would be this excited, and I could not help but encourage him. 

"That's it sir, beat my ass, it is yours to do as you please."

I heard a small, happy laugh escape his lips and he smacked me again, and again caressed my ass, this time though, his fingers moved over my crotch and he pressed his fingers against my moist panties. 

"I think we need to take these off Miss Hailin." His voice was deeper then before, more pronounced, more authoritative, and I loved it. His fingers went to the waistline of my little black panties and he slowly pulled them down my smooth legs, every inch teasing me further, making me want to yell for him to take me right then. And as they hit the floor I stepped out of them with complete compliance, making sure to keep them from taking my heels.

I feigned a whimper once more. 

"As you wish, sir. Anything you want, sir."

He moved his hands back up the back of my legs, just the tips of his fingers gracing my soft skin, then slid the tips of two of them between my legs, slowly sliding them through my folds. "That's very nice, Miss Hailen. Now I'm going to spank you some more, understand?"

I nodded and managed a meek, "yes sir."

He kept his fingers pressed to my pussy as he lifted his free hand and brought it down upon my ass, then again he spanked me, harder then before. He spanked me several more times, the sounds of his hand against my bare ass echoed through the house. With each slap I could feel my ass getting hot, knew it was starting to redden and swell. And my pussy was getting wetter from it, getting hungry for him, and I found myself pushing against his fingers, and lifting my ass for him.

I felt him lean unto me and his lips kissed at my ear before his hot breath flowed over my lobe. 

"Now I'm going to do something special just for you, Miss Hailin, and you will let me, because we don't want Robin to know what you did, do you understand?"

I tried to remain calm, tried not showing him that I was so excited by this that he could do anything to me even if I was me and not Miss Hailin, I managed to sniffle out my response. 

"Yes, sir. I will obey."

He kissed my ear, then my neck, his mouth kissed down the fabric of my back and I had the pleasure of feeling it once again at the crack of my ass. His fingers moved slowly through my labia, the tip of his middle one tapping at my clit every few seconds. His tongue slid between my cheeks, and I felt the tip of it press into my ass. 

It was intoxicating! I couldn't believe the sheer pleasure I was getting from his tongue flicking over my ass, circling it, tasting it, then flicking inside of it again. His tongue was making love to my ass, and I was loving it! 

He pushed his thumb into my pussy, and pressed his fingers over my clit. My stomach tightened, my legs became stone, my body shook in complete joy as my orgasm completely overtook me. I felt wave after wave of sheer exuberance. His tongue and fingers worked on me throughout the longest and hardest orgasm of my entire life. Never had I thought that this would be so stimulating, so wonderful. If I had the ability to at that time I would have cursed myself for not letting this be done to me much sooner, but with this sheer ecstasy flowing over me, I had little ability for thoughts. I was caught completely and totally in this wonderful adventure.

I found my breath again and his mouth kissed at my ass cheek as he withdrew his thumb from inside me. He moved his fingers slowly through my folds and kissed up my back. 

I felt his fingers move further back, off of my soaked pussy, and he pressed them against my ass. I moaned loudly and pressed against them, and heard his pants unfasten as I tried to regain my breath. His voice was commanding when he spoke into my ear. 

"Miss Hailen, you tasted so good, and you are so wet, you have done wonderful. Now I am going to slide inside your pussy, and I'm going to go fast, and hard. This is what you will do, I am not going to last long, not after all of that, so when I pull out, you are going to take me in your mouth and finish me, you will swallow everything I give you. If you do not do this, you will lose your job. Do you understand me?"

I nodded, still trying to relax myself from such delight. Amazed that I found myself still pressing my ass to his fingertips. 

"Yes sir, anything you want."

His fingers moved off my ass, and I was almost disappointed that he stopped playing with it. But I had little time to whine as they moved to my legs and he caressed the back of my thigh, before sliding those large hands to my hips. I felt his breath on my neck as he moved closer to me, and I parted my legs wider for him. I felt my heat growing once more as the tip of his member began to penetrate me, slowly sliding deeper inside me. 

His hips hit my ass as he finished filling me and I found my own hand sliding down to my clit, and I let the tip of my fingernail tease it. He grabbed my hips tighter and began sliding himself in and out of me, his pace increasing with every thrust, his power over me suppressing any thought I may have had of disobeying him. My finger pressed harder against my own clit, in my own disbelief. Never would Robin have touched herself in front of him, but Miss Hailin would, and Miss Hailin was going to have another orgasm before she swallowed him.

My fingers moved faster on myself, circling and pressing on my clit, finding a rhythm with his thrusts. My stomach tightened again, and my legs shook, and I screamed out for the first time ever, telling him, telling anyone that could hear me that I was coming, and I was coming hard. I felt those special waves flowing over me again and loved them once more. I was having the best orgasms of my life, and they were within minutes of each other. I was being filled with so much bliss, that I was almost begging him to tell me it was time to take him in my mouth just so I could share it. Miss Hailin was extraordinary, and I was overjoyed that I became her.

As my pussy was just beginning to work itself back up, the time between orgasm and a need for another, he pulled out of me and slapped my ass. I took his cue and spinning, I dropped to my knees, landing them hard on the floor. I didn't care, I wanted him in my mouth, I wanted to share my euphoria. 

I opened my mouth and began making love to his cock with my tongue, and lips, my fingers caressing his balls, fondling, stroking them. I lifted other hand and stroked him as my mouth worked on the head of his cock, and I felt him growing in my palm. I jerked him fast, and focused on the head, licking and sucking. I wanted him in my mouth, I wanted to swallow him, I wanted to obey him. And then he came, one thick hot stream after another of his sperm smashing the back of my throat. I moved my mouth up and down him as I drank him, hoping to not lose a drop of his suddenly-delicious gift.

I was amazed how great the experience was, how much it made me feel alive. And after he had gone soft in my mouth, I kissed at his thighs, and caressed his legs. When he was relaxed he lifted me and kissed my mouth, kissed me with more passion then he had in many years. Then we laid on the couch together and rested, his arms around me.

He leaned in to me and whispered, "I really like Miss Hailin."

I smiled, and felt myself excited once more. I took his hand and started to slide it down my body. "You like her? I love her!"

It was wonderful!



Confessions Ch. 11



Confessions chapter 11 - Blake

Thank you Krissta for editing.

The wind was calm off the small pond, teasing my face. The grass was soft beneath me as I laid upon it, and the tree behind me sheltered me from the bright sun. The day had been long for me. I had traveled many miles and this spot was welcoming to me. My feet were sore, and my waist was chafed from the scabbard of my sword, and I was grateful to remove both my boots and my weapon for the time being. As I let my eyes rest, I felt the comfort that such a place can give, a peaceful, solitary welcoming of nature itself. 

I opened my eyes when I felt my calm dissipate; the feeling that one gets when they are being watched. I saw her. She was moving slowly towards me. She was slender, or so it would seem under the yards of blue fabric of her dress. Her hair was blond and tied back they way the nobility often do. As she moved closer I saw the blue of her eyes, as deep as the seas themselves. 

I remained still, her fair visage not allowing me to become alarmed, or cautious enough to take up my blade. And as she knelt beside me all the tired muscles in my body seemed to lose their tension, to be renewed with life.

Her lips were full, and red, her face young and beautiful, her scent was that of the finest fragrances, sweet roses and vanilla. The calm she gave me was almost angelic, too surreal to be true.

I went to speak, but her gloved hand and a silky finger prevented my lips from moving. Her lips moved close to my ear and a soft, ever so soft and tantalizing voice graced me. 

"Quiet my friend, just relax and love me for a moment."

Her lips kissed my ear lightly then traveled down my cheekbone to my own lips where she pressed softly. She leaned back, her legs bent beneath her, and looked deep into my eyes. She lifted her hands and slowly removed the gloves from them. She moved her hand toward me. Her soft fingers explored my cheek, then my neck. Her lips, her soft, wonderful lips, moved to mine. 

I did not fight her kiss, but took it further, parting her lips with my own, deepening our embrace. I felt her moan in my mouth as her fingers moved down my chest, gently unfastening each button of my shirt. 

She stopped our kiss, but stayed still with her lips to mine as her eyes focused on my own. Her breath was hot, yet calm; her eyes were mesmerizing. Her fingers moved to my pants and she slowly stroked me through them.

The corners of her mouth moved upward to a smile as she released me and lifted herself slowly to her feet, her ocean eyes never letting my own go, and my older, greying eyes locked onto hers. She lifted the yards of fabric up to her waist exposing the white cotton panties beneath. She lowered herself to her knees and took my hand. Her lips gave my own pleasure once more as she guided my hand to her panties. 

I slowly caressed her through the fabric as her fingers moved to my pants, worked through the ties, and slid beneath to take me in her hand. She caressed me slowly, softly. 

My fingers teased her through fabric, and I felt her heat, her panties dampening. I kissed at her soft lips, her hand driving my mind senseless. The feel of her on my hand was enchanting, and the caress of her lips to mine intoxicating.

She moved her free hand to the ties of her dress and unfastened them, letting the fabric cascade down her torso, exposing the small, perky breasts beneath. She released me and shifted back a few inches, resting her butt upon her feet, her back straight, allowing me to view the porcelain-like body before me. She graced me with an angelic smile and moved my hand away from her. Slowly she brought herself close once more and placed her hands on my waist and tugged at my pants. I lifted and allowed her to remove them, my eyes fixed upon her deep blue orbs, enchanted.

She bit her bottom lip as she looked upon my hardening cock, and brought her hand to it, wrapping her fingers around it stroked, stroked me cautiously. Her fingers went to my balls as she bent at her waist, placing the tip of her tongue on the head, and swirled it ever so slowly. The heat from her mouth, the care in which she touched me made me lean back upon the tree and close my eyes in pleasure.

She pressed her lips to the shaft and kissed at it, before sucking upon it, gliding down to the base. Her lips were like magic and as she slid her mouth back up, and opened her mouth, I found myself begging in my head for her to close her lips over me, to take me fully into her mouth and suck on me. When she complied with my silent pleas, my breath was stolen from me. The further she took me in, the harder I found it was to breath.

Her tongue swilled around me as she lowered herself, taking me into her throat. Her fingers licked at my balls, then the tips lightly caressed my perineum. My breath came in quick wisps of air as she hummed on me, vibrating her lips, and driving pleasure over my entire body.

She shifted her body to move between my legs, never releasing me from her mouth. Delicately slow, she began to bob her head upon me while her fingers rolled my family jewels like they were the finest, smoothest diamonds. She lifted her eyes, and stared into my own as she continued to work on me. She was so full of life, so mysterious, so intoxicating. 

She lifted her mouth off of me then gave a few small kisses to the head, and shaft of my cock. Her hand moved to my thigh, and she used the leverage to left herself back to her knees. 

She bit her lip, almost shyly. She looked upon the ground, then to my naked body. Her eyes moved up my chest to my face once more, then to the tree behind me. 

I lifted a hand for her waist but she caught it quickly. She spoke quietly, almost silently, and I more read her lips then heard the serenity of her voice, "Slow, I will lead. Please."

I smiled and honored her wishes. I watched every movement with increasing desire, increasing intrigue. She was a young woman, maybe lucky if she had reached her twentieth year yet. Her face was sweet, eyes soft, lips full, skin smooth, not weathered by time. Her hands were like magic upon my aging body, every touch filling me with the life she was so full of. 

I could tell she was thinking, was debating with herself in her silence. Her eyes began to study me and herself, her surroundings, everything there was to take in. I found myself realizing that she was innocent, very innocent. I contemplated stopping the wonderful experience I was having, but I knew that she had made her choice to come to me, and it was best to let her do as she wished. I took her in, all of her beauty, and promised to store it my memory forever. 

She graced me with a smile and caressed my thighs tenderly, then stood before me, her dress falling upon the soft green grass. She moved her fingers over her breasts and slid them down her slim stomach to the waist of her panties. She took in a short breath, perhaps still debating the whole thing within her own sweet head. Then, gradually, she slid the panties away from her, and stepped out of them. 

I released a breath myself and went to speak, but she pressed her fingers to her own sweet lips, shaking her head, almost a pleading gaze in her eyes. She stepped forward, her legs on either side of me, positioning herself above me. Her hands slid to the back of my head and pulled me to her. I moved at her will, opening my mouth and softly licked at her. 

She released a gasp of sweet pleasure as my mouth touched her, and I shifted my hands to her backside holding her tight against my face. My tongue moved slowly, licking at her, parting her, then sliding inside her. She allowed one hand to release my head while keeping the other firmly upon it. Her fingers touched herself, spreading her folds for my mouth. 

I removed my tongue from inside her and slid it up her folds to her clit, rolling the tip around it. I let one hand glide under her ass, between her legs, and pressed the tip of a finger inside her vagina. Her breath became heavier and her hand squeezed at the back of my head. I moved my finger deeper inside her as I closed my lips on her clit. Her legs began to shake and I could feel her waist bending as her orgasm built. I parted my lips and flicked and rolled my tongue, slithering and slapping the tip upon her love button. I added a finger and slowly pumped them deep inside her, pulling them back so far they almost exited her, before pushing them back in. 

Her orgasm was a like a hurricane upon me. I felt her insides grasping at my fingers as waves of her womanhood flowed down my hand, my mouth locked upon her clit as her hand pressed my head to her with increased desire. Her breath was lost in midst of a moan and I felt enjoyment I never thought possible from the thrill of her.

We stayed like that for several minutes, her insides shuddering upon my hand, and my mouth locked onto her clit, by her hand on the back of my head, and of my own volition. 

As her body calmed she released my head and slowly pulled back. I smiled up to her and once again tried to speak, but her fingers found my lips preventing me from uttering much of a sound. 

She crouched down, her sweet lips meeting my own. Her hand to my cock, lifting it, aiming it for her hot box. She pressed it to her folds and slowly lowered herself upon me, each centimeter causing her to release a quick intake of air. She nipped at my lips, then licked them, before pressing my bottom lip between her teeth. Her hips began to sway, aiding her in lowering upon me.

She let a quiet moan fill the air as I felt myself break through her womanhood. The realization of what I had done hit me and the thoughts of why this was happening increased in my mind. I wanted to say something, to encourage her, to comfort her, to help her, anything. She must have sensed it in me for she pressed her mouth tighter against mine, kissing me deeply, passionately. 

She took my hands and placed them on her hips as she began to rotate them. Slowly she danced on me, then faster, beginning to rock back and forth, her gasps of pleasure hot in my mouth. 

I pushed myself into her as she pushed down on me, our bodies moving with a magnificent rhythm, one that it takes a lifetime together to learn. Our breathing was taken from each other, her breath filling my lungs, and then mine returning it to hers, a euphoria of excitement and lust. A love, a deep love of her was growing in me, a need to have her close for all time, a need to have her pleased by me at every moment. 

I found myself wanting to stay with her, like this, her and I forever. I found a peace that I had not been given in as long as I could remember. Our bodies fit each other like well-made suits from the greatest tailors in the realm. Her skin on mine was like the finest silken shirt. The flavor of her mouth was a divine treat of the most expensive sweet spices. 

When I came, it was the equivalent of the greatest times of my life all wrapped up in one single moment. She came with me, our bodies shuddered on one another, our lips together, nipping, biting, and kissing with a passion I had never known possible. It was like an eternity of delight, that passed far too quickly. 

She stayed upon me for some time, holding me close to her, her head upon my shoulder, her lips next to my neck. She blessed me with small kisses. I caressed the smoothness of her back, and took in the essence of her. She was a dream, a wonderful, whirlwind of a reverie. 

She kissed my lips softly, seduction still vivid in her mouth. I let my fingers glide off of her body as she stood and slowly dressed herself before me. She knelt beside me as she finished lacing the dress and caressed my cheek as she finished a bow at her breasts. Her angelic voice was soft, and her lips taunted my earlobe as she whispered her goodbye, and final command to me. 

"You can never look for me, can never find me. You will always be with me in my heart, and I will always love you, until I die. Rest well, and love me when you think of me. Thank you, good sir, you are my all."

She did not allow me to speak, pressing her tender lips to mine when I attempted to do so. She let her fingers linger on my cheek as she rose away from me. A smile, a wonderful, sainted curve of her lips remained on her face as she began to walk away, her back facing the direction she would go. And before I could regain my mentality, she was gone, faded in the distance.

I thought of her for hours before I dressed myself. And for months I wondered where she had gone, and why I had been so lucky to meet her that day. She was right, I loved her like I had never loved before. I knew if she embellished me with her presence again, I would do as she wished, for as long as I lived.

And now, these decades later, I still think of her. Her serenity, her beauty. She was my all. And when I did meet my wife, I treated her like I would have treated my sweet angel had I been with her. Love, respect, honor, devotion, and care. Anything and everything she wanted, she would have. Love, so dominate, so commanding.



Confessions Ch. 12



Confessions chapter 12 – Seth

Thank you TexanCowgirl for editing.
Thank you Sillybilly1993 for the story idea.



I was visiting home for the summer break from college a few years ago. It was good to see my brother and two sisters after the months of being away. Gill was going off to college next year, Mandy was entering eleventh grade, and Bianca was home after her third year in college. Bianca had brought her friend Ally over, as Ally had a couple weeks before she would fly back to Oregon to her family, which had become common the past few years. Ally visited anytime Bianca came home.

As usual, my parents had the house spotless, and a big dinner planned for our first night home. It was always a big deal with them to see all of us back under the same roof. The more the merrier for them. They would often ask me when I would bring a friend home to share our simple tradition, to which I would just laugh and shake my head. I have never been a popular guy, and never really wanted a lot of people close to me.

The evening went by quickly, with each of us sharing our experiences of the past year, and what we would like to achieve in the following one, small talk, and simple banter, nothing out of the ordinary. 

When it came time for bed there were quick, happy smiles, and good nights given, and all of us went to our rooms. Well, except me. I have always preferred to shower when most people were asleep, I never really knew why; I think it was I just wanted the reduced chance of someone walking in on me, which seems to happen a lot in a family of six, and an open-door policy for all the friends.

After the nice, hot shower, I dried myself, wrapped a towel around my waist, threw a brush through my blonde hair, and headed down the dark hallway to my room. 

I closed my door before turning on the light and smiled, happy to be out of a dorm, and the thought of sleeping in my own bed once again, the double bed with red sheets, and a superman bedspread that I had had since I was young.

I walked to my closet to grab some clothes and jumped back after opening it. Ally stood there looking back at me. Her eyes were dark and mischievous, her red hair pulled back in a long braid. Her body was adorned with a flimsy nightie that barely covered her smooth, shapely body.

I went to talk, but she took a step toward me and placed a single finger to my lips. Her voice was a whisper, "Listen Seth. I have watched you for the past three years, and every time you get sexier, and sexier. You have no idea what you do to me."

Her finger moved across my lips, to my cheek and down to my jaw line, where she slowly traced it, "Bianca told me that you are still a virgin, is this true?"

I didn't know if I should be pissed off that Bianca would tell someone that or be happy for it. But it was true, I had never been with another person, hell, I had only kissed three girls in my life. I took a breath, but could not find the words to reply, so I simply nodded my head.

Ally's lips curved to a small smile, "Unbelievable. With a man as sexy as you, one would think women would be throwing themselves at you. I told Bianca how I feel about you, how attracted to you I have always been, so she helped me trap you. And now, here with you, with your towel the only fabric shielding that wonderful body from me, I am so much more excited."

She let her hand fall to my chest and caressed me, "Such a tight body, so sculpted. I would never question why you are so good at sports. You are so fit."

I tried to regain my composer, tried to think. But, here I was, with my sister's beautiful friend standing before me, her small hands upon me. And she was confessing her desire for me. I had looked her way many times, I always thought she was the best looking friend my sister had ever had, inside and out, but, with her so close I didn't know what to do. 

Then the thought of utter humiliation crossed my mind, what if this was a prank, a simple act for a good laugh? My throat unclenched, and my mouth could move once more. I placed my hand over hers, "Very funny Ally, now where is Bianca hiding? I think you two have enough for a good laugh."

Bianca wet her lips, her grin widened, and she took hold of my cock with her free hand, "Bianca would not want to see this Seth."

I froze in place, all but my cock which turned from the semi-erect position to the full-fledged hard-on. Once again my breath was lost; all thought of this being a prank vanished.

She stroked me through my towel and moved her lips close to my own, allowing them to slightly touch as she spoke, "I want you Seth. I want to kiss you, caress you, please you. And I want you to take me, take me on your bed, and make love to me. Will you do that for me Seth? Will you make my fantasy come true?"

My words were almost a squeak, "Anything you want Ally, anything you want."

She pressed her lips to mine, and it was like fantastic fireworks exploding in my head. As she deepened the kiss, I followed her lead, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her as close as possible.

She pulled away slowly, leaving several quick pecks upon my mouth and took a hold of my hands. "Do you like me Seth?"

Do I like her? What kind of question was that? She was gorgeous, without comparison. She was like a goddess, and in my room, barely covered by a sexy white nightie, and had to ask if I liked her. "Very much."

She smiled her angelic smile once more and led me to the bedside. Her hand slipped from mine and traced my abs to the towel, which she tugged at, dropping it to the floor. 

She wrapped her hand around my cock and moved her mouth to my neck, kissing at my skin. 

She sent shivers of delight through my body and I lifted my head to allow her more access to me. She took me greedily, sucking and licking at my skin, each movement exciting me more than I thought possible. 

Then she released me and stepped back, "Now, I will show you me."

Her eyes locked onto my own and she, ever so slowly, pulled the nightie up and over her head, exposing her small, round breasts, her tight stomach, and the lacy panties covering her sex. 

She smiled to me as her fingers hooked the waistline of her panties and she lowered them, bending at her waist, her fingers touching the floor at the same time as the flimsy fabric. She stayed there for a moment, her bare back looking up to me, her braid dangling to the ground, and I took it all in, her smoothness, her contours.

As she began to lift her torso back up, she moved, ever so slightly, forward and let her mouth slide up my cock before standing erect once more. I felt myself lift to my tip toes as her mouth left my cock and felt that I might orgasm with the simple touch.

She took my hand and placed it on her breast and I caressed her slowly, bringing my other hand up to grasp her opposite one. 

She moved the first hand down her body, letting my fingers taste her stomach then down to her pubic region. The soft texture of her shaved pussy surprised me at first, but she guided me to her lips and I slid a finger between them. 

Her voice was husky, "Yes Seth, slide a finger inside me, get my nice and wet for you. I want you so bad."

I obliged without thought, without hesitation, sliding my finger deep inside her womanhood, then withdrawing it, and entering her again.

She nipped at my ear, "Oh yes Seth, that's it. Slide in a second and fuck my pussy with your fingers. I have wanted this for so long."

I tried to kiss her, but she slid her head to my shoulder as I did what she commanded, sliding in a second finger. I began to move my wrist faster. 

She bit at my shoulder, "Twist your wrist Seth, make me come!"

Her words were demands that would not be unanswered and I did as instructed, twisting my wrist and fucking her with my fingers faster. Her hot breath cascaded down my body as it became a rapid succession. I felt her pussy grasping at my fingers as her juices flowed more freely.

Then with a slight cry from her lips I felt her pussy spray its love into my palm. Her pussy clamped onto my digits, her mouth locked onto my shoulder, and her body collapsed into my own.

We stood like this for some time, my fingers still inside her, her body still tight to my own, before she moved my hand from her and stepped back. "That was great Seth, now, sit down for me."

I nodded and sat back onto my bed. Her body glistened with sweat, her chest raising and lowering as she regained her own breath, and she was even sexier than before.

She came to me, and positioned herself above my lap. She lowered her mouth to my own, locking us in a sweet kiss. I felt her hand slide between us before she took me and lifted my cock toward her sweet pussy. 

She released our embrace for just a second, "Now I am going to make love to you Seth." With that I felt her lower herself onto me. My cock slid inside her wet pussy with little resistance and a whole new world of pleasure opened to me. She began to rock her hips on me, and released our kiss once more so she could lean back.

I wasn't sure what to do, so I began to move my hips up and down as she rocked on me. I let my instincts move me to her tits, and kissed her nipples.

Her voice was labored, "God yes Seth, suck on my nipples, grab my ass."

I did her bidding, reaching around her tight body I placed my hands on her ass and squeezed her. I let my mouth engulf her nipple and lashed at it with my tongue, flicking and rolling it.

Her body moved quicker on me, her hips bucking and rolling furiously. Her hands wrapped around my head, pressing my mouth tighter to her tit, her ass flexing and releasing with every thrust.

She pulled my head from her, and licked her lips, "Now let us cum together Seth. Fill me with your love as I release myself on you."

Her fingers moved down her own body and she pressed them against her sex. Her fingers moved in small circles, and I focused on them. Her pussy began to clench at my cock. When she cried out to me, and her orgasm sprayed onto me, I released myself inside her. Wave after wave of mind-numbing bliss cursed through me.

I held her tight to me as I started to come back to reality. I smiled to her as my cock softened inside her, and she kissed my lips. "That was wonderful Seth."

Slowly she lifted herself from my body. She slid her panties and nightie back onto herself and slid onto my bed, resting her head upon a pillow. "Come Seth."

Once again, I did her bidding, sliding up beside her. She moved her head to rest upon my chest, "I think I could get use to this." She said as she kissed my chest.

I nodded in agreement and fell to sleep, leaving behind a greater dream in reality then I had ever achieved in sleep.



Confessions Ch. 13



Chapter 13 – Angel

Thank you TexanCowgirl for editing.

I have always been the good girl, never took drugs, smoked a cigarette, skipped school, or had intercourse with a boy. And I remained that way until after I had graduated high school. But, the summer before I went off to college the joy of lust was shown to me. 

My brother, who is a couple years older than I am, was home from college that summer as well, and with his arrival came the arrival of his friends. He played football, hockey, and baseball in school so it was not uncommon to have some sports going on in the backyard with him and his buddies. Ordinarily I would just sit by the pool and ignore them, sunbathe in my own world. But as they played, I happened to notice one of his friends kept looking in my direction.

I think I am a pretty girl, not skinny, but slender. My brown hair is shoulder length, and I have been told my blue eyes have a sparkle to them. I'm not tall, just over five foot four, so my legs are not long, and with my body structure my breasts are not very big. But, I do fill in my bikini nicely, so I was not very surprised.

The friend that kept his eyes peering my way was Leo, a big guy, six foot four, I'm guessing around two fifty, large muscles, reminded me of one of the wrestlers you see on television. He had been John's friend for as long as I could remember, and stayed over often. I never thought of him as a datable man, didn't even think of it really. Never did I think he would be looking at me as anything other than John's little sister. But that day, I felt like his eyes were tasting me, feasting on me, and I have to admit, I liked the way it made me feel.

However, it wasn't long before some of the others started looking in the same direction as he was and my shyness kicked in so I covered myself with a towel. Suddenly feeling like I was some sort of meat for them. No wonder I never wanted a man that close to me.

As the day went on I found myself moving my towel a bit to the side when Leo was looking my way, but as soon as he noticed I would feel my face began to heat up and I would cover myself once more. I didn't really mind him seeing part of me, but the idea of him seeing a lot was just way too much for me. 

Eventually most of John's friends left for the night, but I found out that Leo would be staying, which was no surprise as his parents had moved when he started college and lived four towns away now. He winked at me when I heard the news and my face reddened at the simple gesture. It was an odd feeling; never had I blushed for a man before.

I let the night come, and treated it as such, doing the same routine as I had many times when Leo had stayed over. Leo was a good guy, always made time to let me fit in a bit when I was younger, tossing the ball my way and telling the other guys that I threw better than they did when I tossed it back. He would cover me with a blanket if I was chilly at the fire pit, and defended me when he was a senior and I was a freshman if anyone was even a little rude to me.

Needless to say, this was just another ordinary night for me. So when I felt the time was right I slipped off into my room, stripped down to my tank top and panties and nestled into my covers for a good night sleep.

I woke sometime later, the house was quiet and dark, but the hall light glowed through my door. I heard footsteps and let my eyes peek from beneath my covers. My heart leapt into my throat when my door began slowly opening and I could see the silhouette of Leo in the doorway.

He moved slowly and silently, which I didn't think possible, and closed the door gently behind him. The small lamp of my desk flickered on and I pretending to still be sleeping as I peeked through my eyelashes at his massive figure moving toward me.

He knelt down beside my bed and rested a hand on my shoulder, his voice was a whisper as he spoke, "Angel, are you awake?"

I fluttered my eyes mocking my awakening and stretched my arms a bit, "Leo?"

He smiled and stood up, and for the first time I noticed that he was in just his underpants. He smiled down to me, "Will you get out of bed for me?"

I regained my composer, willing myself to not look upon his bulge. My words were catching in my throat, "I'm not dressed Leo, just my panties and top."

He flashed a wonderful smile at me, "I figured that, Angel. That's what I want to see. You, as a woman."

He held his hand out to me, and I felt myself taking his hand and moving out of my shelter. I couldn't stop myself from moving to my feet for him, doing as he asked.

He took a step back and caressed my arms as his eyes feasted upon me once more. His voice was soft, and comforting, "Wow, you are gorgeous. And the pink hello kitty boy shorts are absolutely sexy on you." His fingers moved down to my fingertips, and then over to my thigh, slowly he moved them up and traced the design on the side of my panties.

I bit my lip, a confused, tantalizing nip to myself, as he touched me. Never had I thought of even showing this much to a man, forget letting one touch me.

He moved his hand, resting his fingers beneath my chin, gently lifting my face up to him, "It's okay Angel, just say no if you want."

I couldn't respond, my words were still lost to me, and he leaned down setting his lips upon my own, and I accepted them. Softly, ever so softly he kissed me, deepening it with every passing second. And I was loving it, loving it so much that the heat was leaving my face and flowing through my body, centering on my genitalia. I pressed against him, finding I wanted his embrace and he gathered me in his arms, pulling me into his muscled chest.

He released me and stepped back again, "You have never been touched have you Angel?"

I giggled, more to myself then him before I shook my head.

He smiled again and kissed my forehead, "I'll treat you right. Just let me lead you."

I nodded, "Anything you want Leo." I couldn't believe that I said it, but he had me, like putty in his hands. I would do anything he wanted, and I knew it.

Leo turned me so my back faced him and stepped close to me, I could feel his cock on my lower back through the fabric of our clothing. He lowered his head and dropped light kisses to my neck as his hands wrapped around me and rested upon my stomach. His fingers began to gather up my tank top, and when I felt his hands upon my bare flesh the fire between my legs intensified tenfold. 

His fingers worked up my sides, taking my top with them, I lifted my arms with little prompting from him, and felt the cool air on my flesh as my top fluttered to the ground beside us. His hands slid down the insides of my arms as I lowered them, and then back to my stomach. He lifted his large hands and covered my breasts in them. Ever so gently he slid them forward, trailing his fingers on my breasts before rolling my nipples between them.

I felt my body falling back upon him, the desire inside me building with every touch, and when he rolled my nipples they shot out quickly, begging for him to squeeze them. And when he pinched my nubs I did all I could to control myself from pressing my hips and rubbing my ass against him. The thrill, the delight, the joy from his simple touch was driving me crazy.

He rolled his fingers back down my body, and as he stopped those wonderful hands at my waistline kissed at my earlobe and whispered, "I want you to enjoy every second of this Angel. I want you to savor it. I have wanted to please you for so long."

I tried to talk, tried to tell him that he was so hot, so desirable, but his lips moved to my neck and all I could do was tilt my head to grant him an easier access. His fingers slid down, over my panties and pressed against my love box. I pressed myself against his touch, my desire, my passion growing with every second. I wanted him to please me with his hands. I wanted to feel his body against my back as I climaxed in response to his touch.

Leo must have felt my need; he shifted my panties to the side and slid a finger deep inside my hot pussy. Slowly he began to fuck me with his hand, and when his thumb pressed against my clit I lost my knees and fell against him. My very breath was taken from my chest as my entire body shook with the complete pleasure of the orgasm flowing through me. My mind whirled, my eyes clamped shut, and mouth locked in a silent scream. His finger moved in small circles, his thumb tapping on my clit as he rode me through the moment of the greatest delight in my life. Wave after wave of my feminine juice flowed from me, and I thought, and kind of hoped it would never end.

My breath came back to me in short gasps, my body loose upon Leo's as my orgasm subsided. He kept his finger inside of me, kept his thumb pressed against my clit, kept me wanting him to never stop when his sweet voice hit my ear once more, "Do you want to touch me Angel? Do you want to take me in your mouth?"

I couldn't say no, no matter how disgusting the thought of sucking a cock was just hours prior to this, I had to, I had to please him, had to thank him for my pleasure. And I nodded my voice barely audible, "Yes Leo."

He slid his fingers from me, and I could feel more of my fluids leave me as he did. The pleasure of him leaving was greater than I thought it would be, I could still feel him even when he was gone, and the way he circled my opening with his fingertip, made me gasp for air once more. 

As he moved around me he let his hands slide upon my flesh, milking me more into his control. He kissed my lips as he moved down to sit upon my bed, and then shifted onto his back. He smiled up to me as he removed his underwear exposing his large cock to the night air. 

I gasped at the size, there was no way I would fit that in my mouth, but he shushed me softly and pulled me toward him, "Just kiss it Angel. Kiss at the shaft of it, and lick at it."

I did as he told me to, kneeling beside him; I bent down and licked at his shaft. I kissed at him, and wrapped my tongue around him as best I could. I felt his hand upon the back of my neck and looked up to him. He smiled at me as his voiced fluttered to my ears, "Put the head in your mouth Angel. Caress my sack with your hand. Will you do that?"

He used his free hand to lift his monster up to encourage me, and I shifted my body, moving more above him. I pressed a hand to his balls and slowly rolled them in my fingers, the weight was amazing to me, and I found myself sliding my fingers all around them. I looked down to the head of his cock and opened my mouth as wide as I could as I lowered myself upon it. Filling my mouth with him, I sucked lightly.

He released a small moan and I felt him put some pressure upon the back of my head, telling me to bring him in further. I sucked him deeper in my mouth, and felt the head hit the back of my throat. I fought from gagging, but could do little to resist. He chuckled softly, "Don't worry, gagging is okay too. Now start sliding your mouth up and down my cock, fuck my cock with your mouth Angel."

I nodded as best I could and did as he wanted, bobbing my head up and down, sliding his cock around in my mouth, taking him as deep as I could before sliding back off him. I kept my fingers upon his balls, and caressed them as I felt his hand pushing me to go faster upon his cock, "Stoke me with your other hand Angel, jerk me off as you suck on me."

I felt his cock expanding, and moved my free hand to his cock, stroking it, and sucking on him. His cock was slippery with my saliva and I began to pump him faster, my hand slapping against his body before sliding back up after my mouth.

He lifted my face from him, and looked to me, his words were rushed, and heavy, "I'm going to cum Angel, suck on my balls and stroke me off."

I moved my head between his legs quickly and sucked on his nut sack, pulling one ball into my mouth, then the other. My hand moved rapidly on his huge cock. I moved faster as his moans grew, and I felt the pressure building in his member. He let out a gasp and I watched as a thick stream of cum flew from him and splattered upon his chest. I sucked harder on his balls and continued to stroke him as he released four more of the thick streams. 

He rested his hand on top of my own as he stopped shuddering and looked down to me, "You are great. Now take off your panties and wipe me up. I'll give you another delight."

I released him from my mouth and hand and stood in front of him. He smiled to me, "You are so sexy Angel. I have to see your wonderful body naked."

I found myself blushing at his encouragement and slowly began to slide my panties from my body. As I stepped out of them and lifted them I was surprised how wet they were. Soaked with my juices from earlier and I hesitated before moving them to his body. He winked at me, "Yours mixed with mine will be good, wipe me up so I can show you more pleasure. Unless you want to taste it, but I thought we would try that next time."

I bit my lip, thinking of tasting it was just a bit out there still, so I moved to him, and began to clean him with my panties. He reached out and touched my pussy, slowly sliding his fingers over it as I cleaned him, "It is so sexy seeing you clean me with your panties Angel. You are so hot; I can't wait to taste you."

I found myself moving my hips to him, trying to get a finger inside me as I wiped him. I too was feeling sexy as I cleaned his cum with my panties that were soaked with my own juices. And when he mentioned tasting me I felt my heart leap with excitement. The thought mixed with his fingers where enough to make me almost orgasm once again.

As I dropped my panties to the floor he took his hand from me, again leaving me with an emptiness that I had never felt before. He patted the bed beside him, and I sat down quickly, anxious to please him, ready to be pleased by his magical touch. He moved off the bed and knelt before me, his smile wide. He pushed up to me and kissed at my knee, then he parted my legs and slid his tongue up my thigh. His fingers gripped at my legs as I felt his mouth nearing my pussy, and I lifted my pelvis for him. He let just the tip of his tongue touch one of my lips and I dropped my head with pleasure of the simplicity. He blew his hot breath on me as he spoke, "I always knew you had a nice shaved pussy Angel. Now, I'm going to put you in heaven."

He pushed his mouth onto my pussy, his tongue sliding deep inside me. He moved his hand pressing his palm against my clit as he spread my folds with his fingers. His tongue slithered in and out of me, driving me insane. My mind whirled as he withdrew his tongue and wiggled the tip just inside my lips. I felt my orgasm building as his mouth kissed at my pussy. He licked and sucked on me like a ravage beast and I was loving it. My hips were bucking against his face, my breath clamped in small gasps of air. My fingers moved to his head, pulling at him, trying to push his whole face inside me. Then he did the most wonderful thing, he moved his hand off of me, his palm off my clit, and sliding two fingers deep into my hungry pussy he feasted on my clit. He wrapped his mouth around it and sucked on me, then flicked his tongue over it. My orgasm was like a tempest storm, and my breath was gone as wave after wave of the wonderful sensations took me. I couldn't breathe, my back was arched high, my fingers dug into the back of his head as I came. I felt the sensations of my juices as they squirted from my hot pussy, and I slipped into complete utopia with his mouth on my clit, and fingers deep inside my wanting pussy.

The rapping of his tongue on my clit slowed as I began to regain my senses. He withdrew his fingers from me, and gave me a good long lick before addressing me once again, "You taste awesome. Now, may I fill you with my cock Angel? May I make love to you?"

I nodded several times. As if he had to ask, I wanted to feel that huge cock inside me, I had to have it inside me. I wanted him to fuck me, make me feel like a woman is supposed to. My voice was lost but I mouthed my words several time, "Yes, please yes, yes!"

He kissed up my body, slowly licking at my belly button for a few moments before moving up to my stomach, his lips taking in every inch he passed. He licked up my breast and sucked on my nipple, and I found my own hand caressing my bosom, and feeding it to him. The way his mouth felt on my breast was greater than I had ever imagined. Then he moved up my neck and locked his lips onto my own, locking me in his sweet kiss. 

I spread my legs wider for him as I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my folds, and slowly he began to slide inside me. I pushed against him. What a great concoction of pleasure and delight all at once. The pain almost made me want to cry, but the pleasure was so overwhelming that nothing else mattered, nothing but him, having him inside me, taking me to my limits, making me feel him. I lifted my hips, and his hands found my ass, squeezing my cheeks as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into my waiting pussy. 

He began to pump his hips, fucking me slowly, then faster as I pushed against him. I wanted to tell him how good he felt, how much I loved the feel of his beast inside me, but words could not be formed. I felt an aching desire to cum on him, and I slid my hand between us and pressed my fingers against my clit as he pumped his monster faster. He lifted himself slightly as his pace increased. I circled my clit with my fingertip, and pressed harder as my stomach began to tighten once more. I pressed on my clit hard as his body slapped against mine. I couldn't restrain myself anymore and I cried out to him, "Fuck me Leo! Of god yes, fuck me!"

Leo did as I had hoped; he began to thrust his cock in and out of my pussy rapidly. The power of him slapping against me shook the bed against the wall. His hands engulfed my ass, and I pressed and wiggled my fingers upon my clit. My orgasm was nothing short of heaven, I could feel myself squirting out between my pussy and his cock, and my screams of delight were barely muffled by his mouth. Shudder after delightful shudder ripped through me as my fingers ripped into his back. My orgasm was so powerful I thought I would never release him from my pussy. 

He pulled his mouth off of mine and quickly withdrew himself though, and to my surprise he began to stroke himself rapidly. He threw his head back and streams of his thick hot cum cascaded onto my chest, covering my breasts and stomach. 

I moved a hand to caress his semen on me, my other still pressed against my clit, until he collapsed upon me. 

We laid there for some time, his sperm the only thing between us before we cleaned each other up. It was more fun, and exciting then I had ever imagined it would be, and I longed for our next time. To my delight, it was only a short wait.



Confessions Ch. 14



Thank you Wingedangel for editing.

*****

I left early from work one day, there was little to do, and the rain was depressing me, so I decided to have a little me time, the house would be empty, and quiet. While I drove I let the symphony of the rain pelting off my windshield comfort me instead of irritate me as it had done inside the office building. 

As I rounded a corner I noticed a woman walking, huddled in her coat, with her head down, just as a car flew through the puddle beside her, sending a wave of water cascading over her like a raft in the fiercest of rapids. I stopped at the sign, and found my eyes back upon her. She stood still now, and I could see her shivering. She wore just a thin jacket and her dark hair was plastered on her face and shoulders. I felt a sense of duty to help her.

Noticing there were no cars in the area, I shifted into reverse and backed up to her. When I got to her I rolled my window down, "Hey, you want a ride? It's cold."

She nodded and I motioned to the passenger side door, "Jump in."

She wasted no time and as she closed the door huddled near the vents where my heat was blaring for her.

I smiled to her and started back down the road, "I'm Hal, where you headed?"

She pushed the hair from her face as she spoke to me, "I'm Jackie. I live across town, on Mek Street. Thank you so much Hal, today has really sucked."

"I know where that is. We will have you there in no time at all. How long have you been walking anyway?"

She shook her head, "A bit. My car broke down a few miles back."

I pulled onto Mek Street and looked to her, "Which house?"

"Third on the left, it's the blue one. Thank you so much Hal."

I pulled into her driveway, "No problem. I hope your day gets better."

She gave me a quick smile and opened the door. I watched her as she began to climb her steps, and then she slipped, I actually saw the heel of her shoe snap.

I quickly turned the car off and ran out to her, "Are you okay?"

She was holding her ankle tightly and tears were rolling down her cheeks as she shook her head.

"Let me help you," I said as I slipped my arms beneath her and lifted her up. She cried against my shoulder as we entered her porch. She fumbled with her keys before being able to get them in the knob of the door and I carried her inside.

I brought her to her couch and sat her down, "Let me take a look at that ankle for you Jackie."

She sat back and extended her leg, "Oh my god Hal, I'm so sorry! Thank you so much."

I shook my head as I looked at her ankle, it was slightly swollen, but not bad, "No need to apologize, I'm here to help. It'll be okay, just get some rest and ice."

I looked up and gave her a smile; for the first time realized how pretty she was, with her brown practically black hair, perfect soft looking skin and the most alluring, chocolate brown eyes he'd ever seen; right now looking at her face, doe eyed and tear stained cheeks, none of that fazed me. 

She beautifully smiled up at me, "Can I at lease get you a drink for your trouble?"

I thought about it for a moment, "What the hell, why not."

She smiled and stood awkwardly, "I have Blue Moon, would you like one?"

I nodded, "Perfect."

She attempted to walk but stumbled. I jumped up and sat her back on the couch, "how about we get you that ice pack instead?"

She sighed, "It is probably the best thing to do huh? I still owe you that beer, how about I buy you a beer as soon as I heal?"

"You got yourself a deal. Now let me get that ice pack for you."

I could see her kitchen from the living room and headed to her freezer. As I fished around for her ice pack I noticed her ice cube trays, one was shaped like breasts and the other like penises. I chuckled to myself and grabbed the cold pack. 

Composing myself I closed the door and brought it over to her, "This will be cold."

She jumped a little as I placed it on her, "Holy shit!"

I laughed, "Sorry. You should get some dry clothes on and get some rest."

She took a deep breath, "Do you think you can do me a two more favors?"

I shrugged, "Sure, what do you need?"

"Can you help me with my coat and help me up the stairs?"

I saw no harm in helping a bit more, so nodded in agreement. I helped her stand and remove her jacket which fought us for every inch, then let her lean on me as we headed up the stairs to her bedroom.

Her room was immaculate, not what I had expected from the plain furnishing that I had seen downstairs. Her dresser must have been 8 feet long with a full size mirror perched upon it. A large bay window was framed with white lace curtains. Her bed was massive, the headboard looked to be made of oak and had a forest scene etched into it, and was covered with a thick pink comforter. The TV was at least 50 inches and suspended upon a wall. I had to check myself before I lost myself in the ambiance of the room.

Her words shook me out of my slight daze, "If you could just help me to the dresser I should be good. Thank you so much!"

We moved together in unison to the dressed, she leaned on the top of the dresser and slid a drawer open. Although I tried to resist from them doing so, I felt my eyes bulge slightly as I saw the purple dildo resting atop a pair of satin pajamas. 

She closed the drawer quickly and her face reddened, "Um, sorry. You didn't see that did you?'

I stuttered with my words before I found them, "No. I didn't see it."

She fell backward onto the bed, "Holy fuck! You did see it, I am so embarrassed, and so sorry!"

I put my hands up trying to calm her, "No worries Jackie, every woman has one. I mean, one does need satisfaction when they have the urge."

She mumbled something through her hands as she covered her face; I didn't quite catch it, and couldn't resist asking, "What? Don't be embarrassed."

She shook her head violently, "I didn't say anything, nothing at all. I can't believe I left it in that drawer, and you saw it."

I smiled; it was kind of funny to me, "Don't worry. Look on the bright side, it's a pretty one."

I heard her giggle, "I do like the color purple."

I laughed, more to keep my composer than anything else, "You know, you're getting your bed all wet. You should change into something dry, and get some rest."

She shook her head, "I am so embarrassed, I am going to be thinking of you seeing my glass dildo all night now."

I mock gasped, "Its glass? I didn't notice that! Well, that means it is really good."

She giggled again, and I heard her this time, "It's great."

I took a deep breath, I had no doubt it was great for her, "Well, let's get you up so you can relax."

She sighed and looked up to me, "Can you grab the jammies on the right side of that drawer for me please? Not like I have to worry about you seeing anything now."

I nodded to her, trying to keep my own embarrassment down, as I opened the drawer I went with humor, "Wow! That is a really pretty toy."

I heard her grunt through her hands, then she played the humor game back with me, "Well, I guess you can borrow it if you want."

I laughed, what the hell this was kind of fun. I lifted it from its resting spot and turned to her, "I don't know if this would help me like it helps you."

Her jaw dropped and she sat up quickly, "Oh my god! You are horrible!"

I chuckled, "Should I just place this on the bed along with your clothes?"

As I said the words I found that I was really aroused by her and her dildo, the thought of her using it was making me really horny. My pants were getting tighter. She must have been getting excited by it to because her playfulness heightened, "No, just put it right between my legs, I don't plan on waiting long. Mine as well get some pleasure in the day right."

As I responded, I found that my voice was getting less humorous and more serious then I had thought, "Exactly. Everyone should have a good orgasm."

I saw her eyes move from my crotch, to the dildo, then to my eyes, "Even you?"

I searched for my words, I had not intended on this, "Well yeah, but I should get going and let you rest."

She moved closer to the edge of the bed and took hold of my wrist. She smiled and slowly pulled the dildo closer to her. She wrapped her lips around the head of it, only to have her release it with a quick lick, "Do you like dildos Hal?"

I couldn't believe how hot that looked! My cock was fully erect now and I was once again searching for words, "Not in me Jackie."

She closed her mouth over her dildo again and slid down the shaft and back again. Her hand moved to my pants and she squeezed me through them, her voice was a whisper, "I love them inside of me, and I still have not thanked you." She began to caress my cock slowly, "Let me thank you Hal."

I stood as still as possible. Here was a beautiful woman sucking on a dildo and stroking me. I could not think of another time in my life when I had been so turned on.

She moved her free hand and began to unbutton her blouse, as her other fiddled with my zipper. She smiled up to me and licked the dildo once more, "Will you use that on me Hal?"

I swallowed hard, her eyes were boring into me, and I could only think of pleasing her, "Wherever you want me to put it Jackie."

She released me and finished unbuttoning her blouse exposing a pink laced bra covering her ample breasts, "Promises, promises Hal. I like things kinky, do you?"

I took in another deep breath, "I only hope to please."

She smiled as she undid her bra and let it fall to the floor between us, "And I love being pleased."

Jackie unfastened her pants and slid them down her long legs. She dragged her fingers back up and pressed them against herself though the pink laced panties, "I'm so wet Hal."

I watched her, partially holding my breath as her fingers moved her panties aside and brush a finger over her pussy. Moaning separated her lips and moved a finger up and down her wet slit, "Take off your clothes Hal, my pussy needs help."

I set her dildo down beside her and quickly removed my shirt. While taking off my pants she slid a finger deep inside herself, "I am so hot, so wet."

I don't think I ever slipped out of my pants and dropped my drawers so fast in my life! It was so sexy seeing her finger herself! Hearing her tell me how wet she was. 

She smiled at me, and withdrew her hand from her pussy, placing it over my cock. She stroked me a few times, coating the top of my member with her own juice, "I see you are ready for me now."

She let go of me and lifted her ass to slide down her panties and giving me the full view of her shaved pussy, "Do you like your women shaved Hal?"

I nodded, "Oh yes, love them shaved."

She smiled at me again and reached out, taking hold of my hips she pulled me close and licked at the tip of my cock, "I want you to play with my pussy using my dildo, will you do that for me?"

She slid her mouth over me and took me completely in, swirling her tongue as she sucked. I had to concentrate to talk, "I'll use that wonderful toy on you Jackie, and anything else you want."

She released me with a slurp and a smile, "I hope so." 

She lowered herself to her back and spread her legs for me, "Tease me first Hal."

I had never used a dildo before and took it with some trepidation. But her smile and the way her fingertips tapped her pussy gave me all the encouragement I needed. 

I knelt down between her legs and slid the dildo against her folds, slowly, letting the smooth head touch her, then every little bump of its shaft to tease her. Her soft moans brought a smile to my face; maybe I could do this right.

I slid the tip back down her and let it just dip inside her. She moaned again and I withdrew it, and slid it back up her folds, pressing it to her clit. "You like that Jackie?"

Her voice was like a purr, "Oh fuck yes, tease me with your toy."

I grinned to myself and pressed the tip to her opening and pressed my free fingers on her clit. I slid the head of the dildo inside of her as slowly as I could, and swirled my fingers, "You like your toy inside you don't you Jackie."

I saw her biting her lip as she spoke, "I want you to lick my ass, and fuck me hard with that toy Hal, I want it so bad! I want you to make me cum. Will you lick my ass, and fuck me with your toy Hal?"

I had never licked ass before, but the thought really excited me. I slid the toy deep inside her then slowly removed it, making sure she felt every bump on its shaft as it left her.

She cooed as the head left her pussy, "Don't make me beg Hal..." 

She rolled onto her stomach, and placed her knees onto the bed, lifting her ass up to me as she lowered her face to the mattress, "Lick my ass Hal!"

Her words had become commands and I was bound to obey. Her legs widened before me and I kissed at her tiny globe. Her hands slid back and she spread her ass cheeks for me, "Dive your tongue into my ass and fuck me with that toy Hal!"

I moved my mouth to her little hole quickly and swirled my tongue around it before slipping the tip inside as I pressed the glass to her pussy and pushed it deep inside her waiting pussy. Her deep moans encouraged me and I rolled my tongue and began to bob my head letting it slide as deep inside her ass as I could and withdrawing it. 

My dildo hand began to move faster as well, filling her and emptying her rapidly, while twisting my wrist back and forth. The sounds of her moans of pleasure continued to motivate me. I swirled my tongue over her ass, then plunged back inside of her.

She began to rock her hips on me as her moans got louder, "I'm going to cum! Oh god yes!"

It was almost a scream when she came, and I pressed my tongue inside her ass and the dildo deep inside her pussy as she went, moving both ever so slightly. Surprisingly I could feel the pulsations of her orgasm with my tongue.

She moved her ass forward as her orgasm subsided, pulling both my tongue and the dildo from her, and rolled onto her back. She licked her lips, "That was great! Now, I want you inside me, and let me suck on that wonderful dildo."

I lifted the dildo to her mouth and she took it greedily, sucking off her own sweet juices and giving me little moans. Slowly I moved between her legs and pressed my cock to her pussy. She was so wet that I slid inside her without any difficulty. I began to move my hips back and forth as I fed the dildo to her.

She sucked on her glass toy as if it were a real cock then closed her legs around my hips. The sight of her sucking on her toy, and the feel of her legs around me drove me wild. I began pumping more rapidly, feeling my thighs banging against the back of hers. The sounds of our sex echoed off the walls. 

I felt my balls engorge; she released to dildo from her mouth, "I want you to cum on my face Hal! I want to taste you!"

She released me from her legs and sat up as I withdrew myself from her hot pussy, "Jerk off for me, spray your cum in my face," she demanded as she opened her mouth before my cock.

I had never jerked off in front of a woman before, but I did not hesitate to do so. The excitement was exhilarating; it only took a few good pulls from my hand to send thick strands of cum streaming toward her. She caught most of my sperm on her tongue, but several globs of it splashed upon her chin and nose. 

I couldn't believe how hot she made me; I still continued to jerk myself off even after my orgasm subsided, when she took a hold of my hand removing it from my member, leaned forward and gave my cock a good suck before looking back up to me, "Now it is a good day."

I don't really remember much after that. We cleaned up and I left to go home, with a smile upon my face. I have not seen Jackie since that day, but anytime I am driving in the pouring rain, I find myself looking to help a damsel in distress.



Confessions Ch. 15 - Jake



Thank you Wingedangle for editing.

*****

If there is one thing I really hate, it is going to the dentist. I hate having my teeth scraped, and buffed with all those sharp instruments, especially how time consuming it is. The funny thing is, Bev, my wife, is my dental hygienist. 

Bev found a way to make my appointments pleasurable, as well as never leaving that dental office discontented. Let me tell you what occurred that changed my opinion, of the torture chamber we call the dental office.

After listening to me complain countless times, about how much work I miss just to go to her job, Bev made me a deal. Her boss had agreed to let her have a set of keys so she could open the office early and get my teeth done. We would go in long before I had to be at work, she would clean my teeth, take the x-rays, and I would be out, in time to get to my own job. I reluctantly agreed to this, even though that meant a much earlier wake up then I would prefer.

On the morning of my appointment Bev woke me with a soft kiss, "Time to get up sweetie, big day for you."

I grunted as I opened my eyes. Yeah big day, let's get tortured bright and early. This sucks!

It wasn't long before we were on the road. I followed her in my truck as I listened to loud music to derail my brain from thinking about sitting on that uncomfortable, hard, sterile chair. Oh, how much better it would have been to wake up early for a good morning sex session, I would have no problem waking up to that. I mean, just imagine waking up with your wife climbing on top of you and sliding your morning wood deep inside her pussy, yeah, that would be fun! Or, if she wanted my mouth to be used, she could have woken me with her sweet pussy on my lips too. I could eat her for hours and not care if I was late for work!

But no, here I was, up bright and early to get my teeth scraped. 

We pulled into the office parking lot and she smiled to me as she headed to the door, keys in hand. Yeah, smile Bev, smile over beating on my mouth so early in the morning! I'll make you smile; I'll bend you over the hood of your car and fuck you like a whore.

So, I followed her inside and watched as she turned on all the lights and fired up the computers. She told me to follow her down the hall to the hygiene room, and as she skipped before me I couldn't help thinking how much I wanted to rip those clothes off her at that moment. Just to take her hard and fast, let her feel my frustrations.

She gave me a little smile and extended her arm to point at the chair, with slight reluctance I headed toward it.

She smacked my ass as I passed by her, "Attaboy!"

Don't make me have to bend you over Bev... I'll give you a spanking you'll never forget.

Keeping my comments to myself I sat and stretched out on the chair. I watched her as she busied herself with preparing her tools that she would brutalize me with. 

I couldn't resist taking in the view; people say that scrubs don't make a woman look appealing, but I have to disagree. The way her top barely reached her waistline, giving you a perfect view of her heart shaped ass. The purple scrubs shaped her body nicely; it was neither loose nor tight. She was so sexy! When she sat on her little stool and faced me. The V-neck part of her scrubs allowed me to see the heart pendent I gave her on our fifth anniversary; I couldn't help, but think of how happy I would be to kiss that heart and work my way down to her ample tits. 

I could feel myself growing rigid as I thought about taking her right here and now, taking her as she sat in that chair. Ripping the scrubs from her body and caressing her.

She broke me from my dirty mind with her soft voice, "You ready?"

I shook my head, "No, I hate this Bev. I mean, who likes getting their teeth cleaned anyways?"

She gave me a sly smile, "I can make it more enjoyable for you."

I bitterly laughed, "How?"

She stood, never taking her eyes off of me, "I could do this..." She reached down to the hem of her shirt, pulled it over head dropping it on the floor beside her. 

I smiled at the view of her tits hiding behind her sheer black bra, "Well, this does help."

She giggled, "How about this?" She hooked her thumbs on to the elastic waist band of her purple pants, sliding them down her legs exposing the tiny black panties that covered her precious flower.

I had a hard time controlling myself from jumping up and ravaging her right there, but the logical side of me took over, "Holy shit Bev! What if someone walks in and see you like that?"

She reached behind her and unfastened her bra, it floated to the floor; I licked my lips as I looked at her hard nipples. She gave a small grin, "Is this any better? And relax nobody will be here for some time Jake."

I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't dreaming before I responded, "Well, this is a much better way to get your teeth cleaned."

She moved closer to me, looking down at me, "Oh Jake, you're getting more than that. Right now, I have to see if you're ready."

She placed her hand on my crotch and stroked me through my pants, "Oh yes, very ready."

She unfastened me and I gladly lifted my hips for her to remove my pants and underwear, "That's it Jake, let me take care of you."

I can't think of a time in my life where I've been so excited. Between the chances of being caught by her coworkers, and the way she was seducing me, I was in a whole new world of lust.

She bent at the waist and licked my cock, "Wow Jake, look at how hard you are. Just looking at it is making me wet."

Never, in the nine years we've been married plus the three years previous to that, never once telling me that she was wet; hell she was the anti-naughty talk queen. She was a whole new woman; this was a side of her I've never seen before.

She used her right hand and began to caress my balls as she took me deep into her mouth, moaning as her lips slid down my shaft. Her left hand moved to my right hand guiding it to her panties. Sliding my cock out of her mouth she whispered, "Feel my pussy Jake, feel how wet you make me."

Her fingers tickled at my balls as her mouth once again, began to move up and down my shaft, the way she was swirling her tongue around was driving me crazy. I slid my fingers over her panties and realized what she said was true, she was soaked, so wet I thought maybe she had made herself cum on the way here. I moved the silky fabric aside and slid my middle finger inside her wet pussy as I pressed my thumb to her clit.

Before she released my cock from her mouth to speak, she gave a long lick down my shaft, to suck on my nuts, "I'm going to ride this massive cock of yours until you squirt your load inside of me."

I had to resist blowing my load inside her mouth as she began to suck on me once again. Her words were like music, like a symphony of encouragement. I found myself wanting to know how fast I could make her orgasm. With that thought I took action and added my index finger and began pumping them in and out of her pussy fiercely, with each entry I made sure my thumb slid over her clit.

Her breathing increased, becoming more and more like pants. She wrapped her right hand around my shaft and stroked me as I swirled my fingers inside her hot pussy.

I felt her pussy convulsing on me as her words flew through the air, "Fuck yes, I'm cumming Jake, Oh my god yes!"

She was rocking her hips into my fingers as she came, I could feel her whole body shake with her orgasm. Her juices flowed like never before, spilling her sweetness into my palm with every tremor.

When her orgasm subsided she looked up at me with a big smile, "That was so good Jake, now I'm going to fuck you so hard."

She pushed my fingers away from her, and stood before me. She slid her hand down her creamy thighs and touched herself; another thing I had never seen her do, "I can't believe how hard you made me cum."

She was practically glowing; she climbed onto the chair with me, her wet pussy hovering over my rock hard dick, she lowered her hips slowly bringing her hot box toward my cock, resting it in between her folds. She only allowed the head of my cock in close range of her sweet opening, before sliding my shaft between her folds, coating it with her sweet nectar. 

The sensation and view were both overwhelming. There was my sexy wife, in her silky black panties that were still pulled to the side, with my cock nestled in her folds, its helmet slightly protruding from her. Oh, how bad I wanted to fuck her, how bad I wanted to fill her sweet pussy.

As if she read my mind she lifted herself, and took hold of my cock, "Now I'm going to fuck you Jake." She lifted my cock and lowered herself, sliding my member deep inside her.

I placed my hands on her hips as she began to move. She swayed them back and forth, then side to side. As if they had a mind of their own her hips progressed to tight circles as she bounced on top of me. 

Her moans became high-pitched intakes of air, her mouth half open, her jaw quivering. Her eyes were closed, I felt her pussy starting to constrict and loosen on my dick.

Her words were almost a shout between her pants of pleasure, "I'm cumming Jake, I'm cumming! Cum with me Jake, fill me with your hot cum!"

That was all it took for me, my cock exploded inside her wet pussy. Stream after thick stream rushed through my cock spraying deep inside her. I held onto her hips tightly as my orgasm seemed to never end, trying to control the fierce jerking of my body. Her pants of pleasure echoed through the office as we joined each other in climax.

As the greatest pleasure of my life began to subside she lowered herself and kissed me ever so softly, "Good morning Jake."

I held her there for a short while, feeling her breathing as it slowly returned to normal. She smiled as my cock slid from her, and the wetness of our pleasure touched our thighs. "We should clean your teeth more often."

I kissed at her lips, "As long as we do this to, I'll get them cleaned every day."

We slowly came back to our normal senses, got our clothes back on and she gave me a tooth cleaning that didn't bother me at all.

When I left, I found myself looking forward to my next appointment, it couldn't come soon enough.



Confessions Ch. 16 - Ren



Thank you Wingedangel for editing.

*****

I was a bit of a late bloomer in the bedroom compared to many of my friends. By the time I hit eighteen I had yet to do more than caress an ass, and kiss a girl with tongue. Luckily for me I was not the only one in my social circle that had not bedded someone of the opposite sex at that age. 

While our friends spoke of their exploits, and the fun they had, Kira and I usually sat silent until the conversation would turn into one we could contribute.

Kira and I often laughed to ourselves about our predicament, ten friends getting together, laughing and talking, often about sex, and us two holding ourselves pure for some future love. It's not that opportunities had not been there for either of us, we both could have done more with people, hell we had plenty of chances to do stuff with each other, even dated a few times before. We both just had the same thoughts of waiting, why rush it just to say we did it?

One day, all of that changed for us. In a way it was great, we finally did what everyone had talked about so much. But, on the other hand, we knew we had to keep it a secret.

Kira and I spent a lot of time together, without the rest of our friends; we would end up kissing and caressing a bit. By the time the day ended we parted as just friends once again, admitting it would never work. It never went further than a simple pat of the ass, or quick grope of a breast, just simple, adolescent play. 

It was a cool fall day when Kira came to visit me. We had graduated over the summer and thoughts of our real futures were starting to take their toll. Many of our pupils had headed off to college, with us headed to a local community school; it seemed to be just us still around every day. 

She didn't look to happy when I opened the door for her, and she grappled me in a tight hug.

I squeezed her tightly, like so many times before. I moved back and lifting her chin so I could look at her, "What happened?"

So took a deep breath before responding, "Gil called last night. It seems that he does not want a long distance relationship. He said that while he is out there, we should take a break, and see where it leads us."

I was actually kind of happy for this, Gil was an asshole, I never liked him. But I was also sad for her, she did like him after all. I gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, "Maybe it's for the better Kira. I mean, you know what happens at large universities. He is probably looking for a man to please him right now."

She gasped as she backed up and smacked my chest playfully, "That's horrible Ren! He doesn't like boys. But, I agree, I would rather have it ended this way then find out he was sleeping with some woman later."

I took her hand and kissed it, "And it means I get you all to myself."

She giggled, "Yeah, take me now Ren, while you can."

I wagged a finger at her and laughed, "Now stop teasing me Kira, or I might have to spank you."

She smirked, spun around and bent over, "I might like it."

I rubbed my hands together jokingly, "Don't make me redden that beautiful little ass."

She peaked her head over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out at me, then wiggled her butt, "I'm waiting big man."

I stretched my arm back and brought it forward quickly. I didn't hit hard, but the sound echoed through the room. 

She squealed and jumped up, spinning toward me, "That was mean Ren!"

I laughed, "You asked for it, now let's get inside."

She perked up to her toes and kissed my cheek, and we strolled into the living room.

I sat on the couch and smiled, "That was fun. Nice firm ass you have their Kira."

She rolled her eyes at me, "Now all you are going to do is be thinking of my ass all day."

I shook my head, "No, I will be thinking of what you have covering it."

She grinned, "Well, under the jeans are pink panties, the top is black lace, and they have a little bow in the center. They are cotton, and comfy."

I straightened up in my seat, "Is this show and tell. If so, I am ready for the show."

She gasped, "You are naughty today, maybe you need the spanking!"

I laughed, "I just figured you might like your ass spanked more if there was less protection."

Her face grew more serious; she seemed to almost study me. I wasn't sure what she was doing so I decided to continue our play banter, "So, now that we are both single, do I get to kiss and caress you again?"

She took a few steps toward me and then stopped, "Ren, I want to kiss you. I want to feel your hands on my body again. Let's just make this a good day."

I nodded, "There is no beauty like yours Kira." I wasn't kidding! She was so sexy, so beautiful. I'd thought about her many times when pleasing myself in the past. 

She placed her hands on my shoulders and straddled my lap. Her eyes focused onto mine and she slowly lowered her lips to meet my own. We kissed in short little pecks a few times before she began to open her mouth for me. Our tongues entwined in an erotic battle.

Her hands caressed my head and she stopped the kiss from time to time to nip lightly at my lips. I slowly slid my hands down her back, and finally caressed her ass. At my touch, her ass began to move, I felt her heat on my crotch. 

I began to move my hips up onto her as my cock started to swell, she was so sexy, and so hot. She moaned lightly into my mouth, I reached out, and brought my hand down upon an ass cheek.

She jumped up out of my arms quickly and bit her lip before speaking, "God dammit Ren! I have been a really bad girl! You really need to spank me!"

I didn't know what to say, didn't know what to do. But, the bulge in my pants was telling me to spank her, discipline her the way she wanted me to. I went with what I had heard people say in the videos I had seen, "Kira, drop your pants, loose your top, and get over my knee."

She began to undo her blouse with a quick, "Yes sir."

I watched as every button unfastened and practically stared when she removed her shirt. Her fingers went behind her and her bra fell to the floor. Her breasts where small, ample things, her nipples dark and hard. She stepped out of her flip flops as her fingers loosened her belt. With great obedience she unfastened them and slid them down her creamy legs. I had but a moment to look upon those sexy little panties she had told me about before she had laid across my lap and lifted her ass ever so slightly. 

I hesitated for just a moment to take in the view before me. Here was Kira, a beautiful woman, and friend of many years, laying across my legs with just a tiny pair of sexy panties covering her hot little ass. I had to think of how they did this in the movies, how they concentrated. I rested my hand on her ass and caressed it lightly, "You are a bad girl Kira," I brought my hand up and dropped it quickly, sending shivers through my spine and echoes through the room. 

She quivered and raised her ass a little higher, "Yes sir, I have been so bad."

I spanked her a few more times, with each slap forcing a small whimper from her, a mixture of pleasure and pain. I brought my hand down hard upon her and let it sit there a moment, then slid two fingers between her legs to feel her twat beneath the thin fabric. She was so wet, so hot, I wanted to dive my fingers deep inside her, but I decided it would be better, be more fun, to tease her. I tapped at her a few times then brought my hand back up and spanked her hard once more, "You like that Kira? You like my discipline?"

She wiggled her now reddened ass just slightly before she spoke, "Yes sir, I like you spanking me, I like you teasing me, I like you pleasing me sir!"

Her words drove me on, making me want to spank her harder, making me want to finger fuck her until she came, making me want to claim her to be mine. I reached my left hand over and above her to slap at her, as my right hand slid between her legs once more. I slapped her ass as well as I could from the odd position of my hand and moved her panties aside with my free hand. Her moans of pleasure and pain continued to motivate me. And I slid a finger over her slit. 

She was so wet, and the way her hips lifted at my touch let me know she wanted me to enter her, but I resisted, moved my hand off of her and spanked her hard once more before tapping at her pussy with my fingers. I slid my fingers through her folds until I found the hard nub of a clit and pressed upon it. She squirmed and humped my hand like a mad woman. I pressed my middle finger harder to her clit and slid my thumb as deep as it would go into her hungry pussy. 

I continued to slap her ass with my left hand, and made my right hand wiggle like a vibrator as I felt her pussy tightening and loosening on my thumb. Her words were spoken through quick gasps of air, "Oh god! Fuck yes!"

I smiled to myself and maintained my positions as I felt her fluids flowing out of her and down my hand, I had never thought I could make a woman cum like this, the sensation was invigorating! 

As her orgasm subsided, I withdrew my hand and gave her a quick wet slap on her ass. "Did you like that Kira?"

She nodded and rolled off of me. Dropping to her knees in front of me, she spoke in a whisper, "Yes sir. May I be spanked again sir?"

I smiled, this was so exciting! I stood up in front of her and looked down to her, "Take off my pants."

She did not hesitate. Her hands went up in a flash and she unfastened me, quickly pulled my pants to my ankles. She lifted each foot carefully and pulled the jeans away from me. When she was done she remained on her knees and looked to the floor, not in shame, but in respect.

I touched her head and ran my fingers through her hair, "Now, take off my shorts."

She nodded, "Yes sir." She moved closer and took ahold of my underpants and removed them in same fashion she had done with my jeans. Once again she returned to her kneeling position. 

I walked around her, taking in her beauty, and then stopped behind her, "You still need to be spanked, you know that right?"

She didn't move, "Yes sir. I deserve what you give."

I wanted to give her my cock, my rock hard cock. I wanted to fuck her hard and fast. But, I wanted to please her to, I wanted to take my time. I wanted to spank her again. I wanted to see her little ass jiggle as my hand slapped it. "Stand up and put your head on the couch."

"Yes sir." Her movement was fluent, and quick. I looked before me at this wonderful body. Her legs were spread, giving me a great very of her snatch, soaking wet with her recent release. Her ass was red, a few of my handprints clearly visible. Between her legs I could see her tits hanging, nipples bigger then I had remembered from before. And then her head, buried in the cushion of my couch. How sexy she was standing there like that. I wanted this moment to never end.

I walked up behind her and caressed her ass cheek before raising my hand and bringing it back down hard on her ass. She released a quick gasp and I found it was pleasing the both of us. I slapped her again before taking a hold of my cock and pressing the head against her folds, "Do you want me inside you Kira."

"Yes sir."

Oh how I wanted to claim her right there, but I found myself wanting her to beg for me, to plead for me to enter her. I slapped her ass a couple more times, feeling the jiggle of her ass flow down her body and over her pussy, "Beg me Kira."

"Please fuck me sir. Please bury your cock deep inside my pussy and make me feel you. Please take me and make me never forget you. Please fuck me hard and let me cum on your cock sir."

I wasn't sure how this would work, I knew neither she nor I had done this before and the last thing I wanted to do was to really hurt her. Pain with pleasure was one thing, but pain to ruin it was a whole different story.

I slowly eased closer to her, feeling her folds spread for my cock. She gasped and I held back for just a moment. Then I slapped her ass and poked the rest of my cockhead inside her. Her pussy seemed to grab a hold of me as I continued to slide into the sweet wet opening. Her gasps of pleasure and pain filled the room. 

I slapped her ass as I filled her, pushing my cock as deep as I could inside her, then began to withdraw it. I got nervous for a moment when I saw the blood upon my cock as it became exposed to me, but remembered what we were. I caressed her ass, then smacked it as I reentered her. 

It wasn't long before I was picking up my pace, sliding my member deep inside of her sweet box and then pulling back out. My pace began to quicken and the urge to smack her harder became more evident. Each smack would make her pussy tighten, each thrust would make her gasp. Every move I made was granted a reaction. Every touch I did, gave her pleasure. 

I felt my balls tightening, I felt my orgasm building, "Oh Kira, I am going to cum."

She began to rock her hips, "Please fill me sir, please cum deep in my pussy and claim me sir," Her voice was broken through gasps for air, but as if on cue, I grabbed a hold of her hips, pushed my cock deep in her pussy and let my balls explode inside of her.

I could feel her pussy grasping at me as she joined in my orgasm, both of our legs coming close to failing us as we pushed against each other in euphoria. I tried to spank her just one more time, but my orgasm was so strong I could not release her hips. 

It felt like a lifetime of complete bliss before I regained my senses. Slowly I withdrew my cock and spun around to sit on the couch beside her head. I looked to her, "Sit with me."

She moved quickly and nestled against me, "Thank you sir."

I smiled to her, "I cannot believe how much fun that was."

She gave me a wry smile, "And how much fun it will always be sir."

As time passed we kept the secret of our adventures, and we quite often upped the ante on each other. Odd how you can explain how a bruise was formed by telling a completely different story. But now, our story can come to life, in a few months we will be wed, and I will claim her again that night.



Confessions Ch. 17 - Darci



Thank you Wingedangel for editing!

*****

In the restaurant business you see and hear a lot of things, but nothing had me prepared for what would happen in our dining area last September. It was a usual busy day for us, lots of customers, lots of food, it's a restaurant, you get the idea; we were a little busy. 

I am a minor manager, typically in charge of the wait staff, and, from time to time, will be the one that brings money to the drop off at the bank. My duties often changed depending on the lead manager that was there that day. 

This particular shift I would be closing down the place after we closed. I would decide when people would be leaving and dropping off the money. Of course, being the supervisor for the wait staff meant I got to deal with any issues that arose between any of the waiters or waitresses.

On this day, I had only two working with me, Ariana and Alec, otherwise known as the fucking A's. Mainly because they tended to be asses to most people, and second because they often bragged about their exploits in the sex department. This always caused trouble for me, as they were real big asses to each other, and always tried to say they out did the other with a sexual adventure. This often flowed over to aggression while working. Of all the staff I had, these were the only two that would not help the other out.

This was one of those days I wanted to change my name! I was constantly approached by one of them complaining about the other, it seemed to never stop. I think Darci was said well over a thousand times. I wanted to hit them both, wanted to pull my hair out, wanted to send them both home and just deal with the rushes on my own. But, I held it together and smiled a bit when we watched the last customer leave.

The clean-up of the kitchen staff went very quickly, and just as I was closing the books for the day and preparing to make the nightly deposit they said they were headed out. I did a quick inspection and cleared them to leave, then took a look through the food pass through into the dining room. It was still a mess.

I walked out to see Ariana and Alec arguing about something and cleared my throat loudly, "I would like to leave at some point tonight guys."

Alec looked my way, "She is supposed to fill the salt and pepper while I get the catsups filled, and she is being a bitch about it."

Ariana shook her head, "Wrong! The asshole here is supposed to fill while I get the tables ready, and he just keeps getting in my way."

I took a breath to keep myself calm from this petty little debate, "Okay, Ariana start setting the tables up, Alec start filling the catsups, salts, and peppers. It is quicker to do all at once. I am running to the deposit box and will be back later to check everything out so we can go home. Okay?"

They both nodded, headed in opposite directions, and I headed out.

I took my time getting to the bank, the less time I had to spend with them, the better. So I took some back roads and made the trip take a bit longer. Not the most responsible thing to do, but what the hell, it gave me some peace and quiet.

When I returned, I came through the back door, half hoping they wouldn't realize I was there, and I wouldn't have to separate them again. 

I could hear them mumbling at each other right off though and headed to the counter that we could pass the food through to bark at them, but decided to wait before speaking. Maybe, just maybe, if I left them alone for a few they would be able to solve the problem themselves.

Alec was shaking his head, "Oh, sorry I forgot how well you fuck. Like a champion, making the guy cum over and over again right?"

Ariana huffed, "And the woman too, asshole. More than you can say with your tiny cock."

Alec grabbed his crotch, "Bigger then you have ever had!"

Ariana rolled her eyes, "Yeah so big, I couldn't fit it in my mouth, and my pussy would hurt for weeks right?"

"You wouldn't be the first woman to cry when it enters."

"You're just pissed because I won't give you the time of the day!"

Alec took a step toward her, "I would fuck you just to make you scream!"

Ariana laughed, "If you are so big, pull it out and prove it big boy."

Alec reached down and unfastened his pants, letting them fall to the floor, and exposing his cock. He was huge! And evidently all this talk excited him, because he was standing straight up. He grabbed his shaft and thrust his hips forward, "Fit that in your mouth bitch!"

I did all I could not to gasp aloud, I found myself wanting to kneel in front of him and try to put it down my throat. My boyfriend's cock didn't come close to that size, he was, maybe, 5 inches long and Alec was at least 11. His region was shaved, his balls tight to his body, what a gorgeous cock!

Ariana reached out and took the shaft in her hand, and began to stroke him, "Maybe a real blow job will make you realize how much better I am then you."

She dropped to her knees and took him deep into her mouth. She moved her lips down his shaft so her nose hit his stomach then slid back up him. Then she stood, "Fucking pants are restricting me!" She unfastened her pants and slid them down her legs, showing me her blue lacey thong. 

I have never thought of a woman before, but the way her legs seemed to go on forever, and the way the lighting kissed her ass cheeks made me a little wet. I couldn't believe how sexy it looked.

Ariana squatted back down before him, one knee on either side of his body and took ahold of his cock. She stroked it slowly, "I'll show you what a real woman can do!" She took him deep again. Her fingers moved to his balls and she caressed them as her head began to move up and down his massive member. I could hear the slurping of her mouth, see the saliva covering him, and almost feel the tightening and loosing of her lips. 

She slid him out of her and ran her mouth down the underside of his cock, and licked at his balls. His breathing deepened and his head tilted back. My hand slid up my shirt and I teased my nipple through my bra. This was so hot, I couldn't think about anything but watching their climax. In truth I wanted to help her, I wanted to suck on his balls while she sucked that beautiful cock. My finger slipped under my bra and I pinched at my hard nipple.

Ariana moved her mouth back up his shaft as she began to tickle at his balls, she looked up to him with a wry smile, "You're going to cum in just a second Alec," With that she slid him back into her wonderful mouth. Her head bobbed and twisted from side to side, she was like a mad woman, flailing her head around while taking him deep in her throat and releasing him.

Alec's breathing intensified tenfold. I could see his legs tensing and releasing and his hips began to rock. Ariana moved fast, gobbling that huge cock with reckless abandonment. 

My fingers circled my nipple, and I dropped my other hand to caress my pussy through my pants, this was so hot, again I had to keep myself from gasping aloud.

Alec's legs seemed to give out completely, I thought he would fall, but he remained standing, I could see his orgasm shooting through his body! Ariana kept him tight in her mouth as his rocket released its fuel. She moaned on him as she moved her mouth in small little jerks, her fingers clamped onto his balls, and I could see them rising and falling with every stream of cum he deposited in her throat. 

Oh god did I want to feel the power of his orgasm! It was so intense; I could only imagine the size of the load he was giving her. I had never thought of swallowing a man's load before, but I would have gladly tried to take his at that exact moment!

Alec's body went partially limp and he rested a hand on her shoulder, "Holy shit Ariana!"

She gave him a few quick sucks and released him, "Can you suck pussy like that?"

He smiled down to her and took his hand from her shoulder, "Why don't we find out? Sit on the table."

Ariana licked at his sword before standing and sat back on the table behind her. She ran her fingers over her panties and nestled back on her elbow, "eat me asshole!"

Alec knelt down and wrapped his arms around her legs. He brought his face forward and flicked his tongue over her panties. She gave a little moan and bucked her hips quickly against his nose. He laughed, "I'll show you what it is like to get eaten by a real man."

Oh, I was ready, he could eat me! He could do whatever he wanted to me right now! Hell, the way her mouth moved on him, she could eat my sopping pussy too. She could eat my pussy while I tried to fit his wonderful cock in my mouth. I pinched at my nipple a little more roughly and pressed my fingers hard against my pussy as I watched them. Oh, how I wanted to be involved!

Alec moved his mouth to her panties and began to lick at them, I could see the moisture of her on the blue fabric that covered her love box, I could see his tongue tapping upon it, and I could almost feel it tasting me. I wanted him to take off her panties, I wanted to see the treasure hidden beneath, I wanted to see him dive his tongue inside her, and I wanted to smell the sweet aroma of her pussy. I wanted to cum with them!

Alec must have heard my pleas; he hooked his fingers to the waistline of her thong and slid it slowly down her long legs. What a view! Her pussy was shaved bare, and glistening with her juices. I couldn't take my eyes away from it as my fingers slipped into my pants to feel the fur that I kept there.

Alec licked back up her legs and pressed two fingers against her opening. How hot it was to watch her lips spread for his fingers, to watch them take his fingers in like a hungry beast! She moaned at his touch, and gave a high-pitched squeal when he extended his tongue and flicked it through her folds. Slowly he rocked his wrist, moving his fingers deeper inside as his tongue flicked in small circles over her clit. 

Oh god, how I wanted that tongue on my pussy! Those fingers deep inside of me! My fingers moved lower, spreading my own lips and slowly I ran my fingertip up and down my wet slit. I was so excited, the mixture of watching them pleasing each other before me, the feel of my own pussy on my finger and the silk of my panties rubbing on the back of my hand, it was like heaven. No heaven would be out there, helping them, taking them both! I wanted to suck on her pussy. I wanted to swallow his cock. I wanted them both to taste me the way they tasted each other!

Alec pulled his fingers from her pussy, slid his tongue to her hole and drove it inside of her. I could see her love juice on his fingers as he moved them to her clit and pressed on it. I watched as his tongue dipped in and out of her lovely twat. I drove a finger deep inside of myself and pressed my thumb to my own clit as I watched.

Alec's tongue flicked out of her pussy, and he swirled it around her opening several times, then dove it back inside. His fingers scissored over her clit, opening and shutting the flaps that protected it rapidly. I could almost feel the pleasure she was receiving!

Her breath was sharp and rapid, and she began to buck her hips against his face, I bucked mine against my own fingers. I pressed my clit hard when her hands shot forward and she grabbed at his head. She screamed as she came, her woman fluids sprayed out over his mouth and down his cheeks. I did all I could, biting at my lip, to keep myself from screaming in pleasure as my own pussy released several waves of my nectar! The sight of her squirting on him, the sounds of her moans of pleasure had driven me so far, oh, how I wanted her to cum for me, cum on my face! I leaned against the wall to steady myself. Keeping my fingers inside my soaked pussy and continued to watch them.

Alec licked at her sweet pussy as her breathing returned to normal, then looked up to her, "I'm going to fuck you so hard!"

Ariana smiled, the first time I had ever seen a real smile from her to him, "Stop talking and fill me."

Oh god no, I wanted him to fill me, fill me with that massive cock while I tasted her! But I stayed still and quiet. This was so hot, so sexy. I wanted to join, to touch them both and let them both touch me, but, I wanted to see them fuck. I wanted to see his cock ramming deep in her pussy!

Alec did not disappoint. He stood, and grabbed onto her hips. He pressed the head of his cock against her slit and slid it inside her slowly. I watched her spread for him, heard her intake of breath, and added a second finger into my own waiting pussy. 

He began to move his hips back and forth and she bucked her pussy back at him. The glistening of her juice on his cock almost made me drool, how I wanted to lick that wonderful cock and taste her at the same time! His rocking became hard thrusts and she lifted her legs high and spread them wide giving him more room to fuck her wet love hole. His thighs slapped hard against the back of hers and both of their moans teased my ears. My fingers drove deep inside my own pussy as I rapidly fucked myself. I thought of how his cock would feel inside of me, how good it would be to suck on her sweet pussy while he took me hard and fast! Oh god! I wanted to fuck them! 

Ariana screamed out in pleasure and I was again blessed by seeing her hot juice spray out, splashing upon his legs and rolling down them. Wave after wave of her crashed out and soaked the floor beneath them. Oh, how I wanted to lick it from his legs! My fingers moves more rapidly and I pressed a finger to my clit, wiggling it ferociously. 

I felt myself starting to constrict again when he pulled himself out of her and sent a stream of thick cum over her. I came hard as the first stream splashed over her breasts, the second flew further, hitting beneath her chin! He grabbed himself and stroked out a few more streams that covered her belly. There was so much cum; I couldn't believe it was his second orgasm! 

My own orgasm shook me almost to my knees, with every shot of his load; my pussy released its own hot fluid. Never had I cum that hard before, never had I had such pleasure!

I rested against the wall as he let go of his huge sword and let it fall onto her stomach. They smiled at each other, and he caressed her ass, "Wow, you are good!"

She giggled, "We are going to do that more often. Hate sex is great!"

I cleaned myself as quick as I could and then watched them clean up their own messes. As they began to busy themselves with their work I walked in to check on them. 

I did my best to not let them know what I had witnessed, and they did their best to not let me know what they had done. 

When they left, I could show my smile once again. When I got home I fucked my boyfriend like a rabid animal, but the orgasm and pleasure I received from it did not compare to the euphoria of watching and thinking about being with Alec and Ariana. 

I find myself waiting now, waiting for the next time I am in charge of closing with them. Waiting to see if I can catch them in their erotic fling once again; anticipating seeing her pussy taking his cock deep inside once again. And hoping, hoping that if it does happen I have the courage to step out and let them take me as well. I wanted them that night, wanted them both. I held myself back, but next time, oh next time. Yes, I will join them then.