0 comments/ 151919 views/ 5 favorites Pick By: Trebor Hi my name is ... Trebor. This story is not real, but if it were real... * * * * * Chapter One: Aunt I was coming back from a soccer practice with a third-division soccer team and thinking about my programming project for my (other) part-time job when my mom welcomed me with an expected, but still astonishing news. My cousin and his brother were arrested for insurance fraud. One of their 'mistreated' employees happened to have friends 'up-high.' They were going to spend at least five years in prison a piece. My cousin's mother and sister were coming back from the West coast to the East coast where I live. After I inquired where they were going to live, my mom told me that they were going to stay at my house because other relatives either lived in houses with extended families or at old age returned to their children in Slovakia. I always wanted to fuck shit out of my cousin, and believe me I can delay ejaculation for dozens of minutes, and come six or more times a night. I would not dislike fucking her old mom either, she still had nice big tits. My cousin is not a big titted whore, but a whore she is. She was a do all go-go dancer in her youth, and then lived with a man who loved to fuck her without love on a kitchen table. She has a nice butt, however, and wears pumps that I like a lot (a little fetish). After she came to my house she was at my mercy. I could get her a job at the office at my computer programming job, but I wanted to do her for it. First, however, I approached her mother. I told her about the job I could get for her daughter. My aunt was happy. I drunk a little with her. Then, I asked her, "May we drink to 'brotherhood'?" We did with a big kiss on lips. Next, I told her, "This job, it may be certain..." and kissed her forcing my tongue inside and laying one hand on her tit. At first she tried to pull away, but then gave in to a little harassment for her daughter's sake. I continued, "This is a 50,000 dollar a year job for a beginner, with benefits. It cannot be sold that cheaply." She understood faster then I said it. She took off her shirt and pulled down the bra exposing her tits, but left enough of it to hold them up a little. I started to kiss her mouth and move my hand a few inches from her nipples. As I was closing on her nipples with my hands, my kisses went down to her neck, lower and lower. I delicately played with her cunt for a while. Afterwards, I stuck my finger in. Eventually I put my whole cock at once in a wet old cunt. She came twice within twenty minutes of fucking - I did not. I told her, "You an old nasty slut to fuck your Godson. Repeat: 'I am slut', come on, repeat: 'I am a slut old bitch'." Eventually she said, "I am a slut." "'I will suck you now like a whore', repeat." Now, quicker, she repeated, "I will suck you now like a whore." So she sucked. I told her to suck my balls first, then go along the shaft, after that play with the tip, and she finished with a forced deep throat. She was choking a little, but showed some experience. Finally, I took my dick out and poured some cum on her face. I told her, "It would be wise if you continued to be nice to me until she will get a job and will become a real employee..." She looked at me with a mix of hate and pleasure. "You can start by showing-off more cleavage, not wearing panties, and wearing pumps..." Chapter 2: Cousin I woke up at six, got dressed-ready to run usual 5 to 10 k with my two friends, and put the coffee-maker on. My cousin came down. She asked me, "Will, I get the job? Mom told me that you will get me a good job." I wanted both to check what she knew and prepare the grounds for my next move. "Did she tell what must be done for you to get the job?" "No," was the answer. "You have to have sex with me... it is 50 000 dollars job. I think that it is worth it." "OK," she answered calmly. She came to me and we kissed. She wanted to make out, but I pushed her away. "However, first you have to dance." "Dance for you?" "No, not for me." "?" "For many men in sleazy go-go bar and let them do what I will do to you." "OK." *** I came to the bar after 1 am, an hour before its closing time. She had been dancing already for an hour. I chose this time because I like half-empty small go-go bars, plus by this time the dancers are usually quite drunk and let the men do more than usual. I walked in and saw... my sister. I ordered a bottle of Heineken and sat down. My cousin came to me with a triumphant smile, but her happiness was ended soon when I told her, "If she will not be as submissive to my and other men's advances as you are - no job." On the one hand, I could not believe that my sister was doing it. On the other, I knew that there was trouble in her marriage and later I found that there was a financial trouble as well. My cousin was drunk and talked my sister into submission by sending her off to me and telling her not to let on that I am her brother. She came slowly to me. She had nice large, but not giant, breasts. She danced for a while showing me her pussy and tits. She, eventually, came for a dollar. I motioned her, with my hand, to pull the bra down. She did submissively. I started to suck on her nipples. She wanted to pull away, but stayed when I held her back a little. I gave her five in such a way that others saw that I was giving five. She went away. My cousin came next in black stilettos with the bra already pulled down off her small breasts and pretty much drunk. I kissed her deeply, and fucked to orgasm with my finger. At the same time I made her whack me off and also gave her ten in such a way that every one saw it. The remaining five men, encouraged by my example, started giving them more money and asking for more. I kept on buying all seven people (my two relatives and five men) light drinks. Eventually, I got my sister and cousin sitting on my sides. I made them do a double blow job. The action was noticed by other men; I waved at them to come closer. So, they did. I asked them hundred a piece, but get many fifties and forties. The young lady bartender was shocked. To make her even more scared I asked her if she wants a part of it. She nodded not. The security was outside taking care of our cars. My girls had not even started the blow job when they were laid at the bar table. I spread-eagled my sister, and shuffled my cock in one move into her sloppy pussy. I loved to see her white stilettos by my head. Two other men getting to her took off her bra and started touching and sucking her breasts and kissing her. I pushed her legs to her chest and started banging shit out of her. The guys were getting simultaneous blow jobs. My cousin let the other three use her anus, and now two guys were fucking her pussy and ass, and one was getting a deep throat. I wanted to do the same with my sister. I asked her, "Have you ever been ass-fucked?" "Kind of," she answered. "There's no time like now," I said, sliding under her and forcibly sticking my cock in her butt. She screamed, "It's painful, please!" I ignored her pleading. The two other guys took their positions and later switched. All five guys were almost done when I forced my sister to give me a deep throat. She was choking. This pleased me a lot. Her wide eyes made her look more sexy and the contractions of her throat were milking my dick. Finally, I got my sister and cousin together and we all came on them. Pick A Role & Pump Your... AUTHOR'S NOTE:- First of all, the following scenario(s) is/are not intended to portray any character under the age of 18. Potential readers are hereby advised that there are also several scenes portraying incest that some may be uncomfortable with. However, I have separated the story into several parts so that those particular scenes may be skipped over by those who wish to do so. I have also deliberately omitted the detailed trimmings normally associated with stories and have only included the dialogue of the respective characters. They should become obvious once you start to read. So there you have it, and without further ado, I invite you to read ahead and hopefully enjoy yourselves by PICKING A ROLE and PUMPING YOUR... Wellllll... you know... MAN CAUGHT MASURBATING BY HIS BEST FRIEND'S WIFE (PART I) Hey you. Is everything alright down here? It gets pretty cold in the basement. You might need this blanket. I know it's late, but I'm bored and I can't sleep. Feel like watching a movie with me before I go to bed? OH SHIT!!! WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING UP?!? OH GOD!!! You're... You're... You're naked. Oh God. You're masturbating. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I shouldn't have barged in here like this. WHAT THE HELL?!? What is that in your hand? Are those my panties? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY PANTIES??? HOLY SHIT!!! Did I hear what I think I just heard? What the hell are you watching down here? Is that a pornographic movie? Christ!!! It is, isn't it? SHIT!! It's INCEST!!! An incestuous pornographic movie. That's disgusting. You're fucking sick. Is that what turns you on? Answer me. Answer me you dirty pervert. Is that what turns you on? No... I... Ahh... Oh God. This is so embarrassing. You said you were going to take a shower and go to bed. It's not what you think. I... I... I was... I cannot believe this. You really are a pervert. You're sick. How can you do such a depraved thing? That's a brother with his sister. HIS SISTER!!! You wait until I tell my husband about this. Wait until I tell him that you were masturbating down here in the basement with my dirty underwear while watching pornographic incest. Oh God no. Please forgive me. Please don't tell. Please don't tell him. Please don't. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please don't tell him about this. I can't believe this. My husband's friend doing such a filthy and deplorable act. Masturbating yourself with my dirty panties. My panties. My soiled underwear. Just you wait until I tell him about this when he gets back from his trip. Oh God. Please don't tell him. Please don't. Please. I'm begging you. Here I am thinking that you are a decent man, only to find out that you're a dirty pervert. Asking you to come with me to pick him up at the airport at 2 in the morning. Offering you a place to sleep since the flight got cancelled and it's after midnight. And now I find you in here smelling my dirty underwear and masturbating to pornographic incest about a brother with his sister. Siblings for Christ's sake. Well let us see what excites my husband's best friend. Let me see what is going on here. What the hell is wrong with you? Huh? Well we're going to watch some of this depravity together. Let us watch this crap together and be quiet. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. Please don't tell your husband about this. Please don't tell him. Please. He'll kill me if you do. I'm so, so sorry. Well sorry won't do you any good. How can you do such a nasty thing like this? Huh? Shut up and sit there like a little schoolboy and be quiet. Let me see what's going on between these two reprobates. *************************************************** BROTHER and SISTER SCENARIO Do you want to feel my cock inside you now sis? Do you slut? Huh bitch? Want to feel your brother pumping your pussy right now? Tell me sis. Tell me. Tell your brother. Is that what you want me to do? Huh? Is it? Oh fuck, yes. I want you to fuck me so bad. I want you to screw me. Fuck your sister. Fuck me stud. I want to get fucked while I'm wearing my crotchless underwear. Fuck me with that big fat cock of yours baby. I'm begging you. Please fuck me now. Fuck your slutty sister. Fuck me. Fuck your sister. Fuck my soaking wet pussy. Push your cock through the hole in my panties. Do it. I want to get it like that. Put your cock in my cunt while I'm wearing them and fuck your slutty sister like a whore. Lie down sis. Lie on your back and spread those legs. Yes, that's it bitch. Are you ready? Are you ready to get fucked sis? Fucked by your brother? Open up baby. Here it comes. I'm guiding my cock into you. I'm pushing my cock through the hole. Through the hole in your panties like you wanted me to. Do you feel it? Do you feel my boner going into your box? I'm going to fuck you in your underwear sis. While you're wearing your crotchless underwear. Do you feel my hard cock sis? Do you, you slut? Do you feel your brother's cock in your cunt? Do you like it you whore? How does it feel getting fucked by me? Getting fucked by your brother? Your brother sis. Your brother. What does it feel like? What does it feel like committing incest with me you little slut? Incest with your brother? Oh my God!!! This can't be happening. This can't be real. What is happening? What are we doing? What have I become? A whore sis. A dirty, fucking, no good whore. A dirty incestuous whore. You're not dreaming. You're wide awake and your brother is fucking you. You're committing incest with me. With your brother. Your own brother. We're fucking each other and doing the ultimate taboo. Sex between siblings. We're committing incest. Incest sis. Incest. We're gonna burn in hell for this. We're gonna burn in fucking hell. Oh God. Please forgive us. Please forgive us. But it feels good. So good. Committing incest with you feels so good and I can't believe we did it. We're really having sex with each other. I'm having sex with my brother. My own fucking brother. Oh God. Push your cock deep in my pussy baby. That's it. That's it. Just like that. Now fuck me harder. Fuck me harder. Give me all of your big hard cock. Pound me. Pound me with that cock. Come on. Fuck me harder. Fuck me deeper. Let me feel your cum in me. Shoot it in my snatch. Fill my slushy swamp with your seed. Cum in me. Cum in me. Yes. Yes. Deeper. Deeper baby. Ram your rod in my hole. Ram it into your sister. Uh huh, Uh huh. Fuck me harder. Harder baby. Harder. Fuck me harder. Please don't stop. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Don't stop. Why are you stopping? What's wrong? What's wrong? Where else sis? Where else do you want to feel my big, hard cock? Anywhere, anywhere. I don't care. I'm all yours. All yours. I don't care. Just please don't stop fucking me. Please don't stop fucking me stud. Come on you teasing bastard. Keep fucking me. Quit teasing me baby. Quit teasing me. Make me your whore. Make me your whore. Oh don't worry about that sis. I'm going to fuck you and fuck you hard. Your brother is going to fuck you like you deserve to be fucked. I am. I'm going to fuck your butt. I've always wanted to try anal sex and you're the victim. So get that ass ready sis. Get ready to be violated anally you dirty whore. Get ready to take it up your ass. Oh God. Please. Please. You can't do that. Please don't do that to me. Please. I'm begging you. Don't do it. I've never been fucked in my butt. Your cock is too big, it won't fit. Please baby. Not in my ass. Not there. It's too small. Fuck my pussy again. Please fuck my pussy again but not in my tiny asshole. Please don't. Not my anus. I'm begging you. Not in there. It's gonna hurt. I'm a virgin back there. Shut up and kneel down sis. Kneel like a dog. Good. Stay right where you are. Don't fucking move. Stay in that position. Now push your butt up a little more. Just relax sis. It won't hurt if you relax. Okay?? Now get ready for it little girl. Here it comes. Get ready for your butt fuck. I'm spreading your cheeks apart. Feel me opening you up? Opening you up to feel my cock? I'm going to put it in. Relax sis. Do you feel it? Do you feel my cock going into your tiny little butt-hole? AAAAAHHHHH!!!! Jesus Christ. It's huge. It's fucking huge. You're dick is in me. Your dick is in my anus. I can't believe this. I have my brother's dick in my ass. I'm letting my brother have anal sex with me. My brother is fucking my asshole. Look sis, I'm fucking your asshole. Fucking you where you wanted it didn't you? Didn't you sis? Didn't you, you whore? Are you going to be my whore sis? Are you? Huh? Are you going to be my whore? Yes baby yes. I'll be your little whore. Your sister will be your dirty little whore. Your nasty whore. I'll be your dirty, fucking whore from now on. Oh good God. Fuck my slutty ass. Slam your cock deep in my ass you fucking little cunt. You fucking cunt. Slam your cock in your sister's slutty ass. Fuck your sister's asshole. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. So you want me to keep fucking you up your butt? Is that what you want slut? You want your brother to keep fucking you in that dirty little ass of yours huh? Answer me sis. Answer me. Do you want me to keep fucking you up your ass? Huh? Do you want that you slut? Do you like feeling my big dick in your anus? Your brother's big cock pumping your ass? What did you say? I can't hear you. Say it again. I didn't hear you. Do you like getting fucked up the ass by me? Oh God yes. I do. I do you sick fuck. I like feeling your dick pumping my ass. Fucking my tight little asshole. In fact. I fucking love it. Come on you bastard. Fuck me harder. Ram your long cock in my butt. Give it to your nasty sister. Give it to me. Fuck my ass. Fuck me harder you dirty son of a bitch. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck my asshole. I love this. I love it bad. Your sister loves it. Look baby, look. You're fucking me. You're fucking your sister in her asshole. Your sister is letting you fuck her in her tight little ass. How does it feel? Does it turn you on? Huh? Does it bro? Does it turn you on? Fucking your own sister? Fucking her in the butt? Huh? Well I love it. Your sister loves it. I love feeling your big fat cock pumping me. Pumping me in my asshole. My brother is fucking me up the ass and I love it. Your sister loves it stud. Your sister loves getting fucked up the butt by you. Getting fucked by my brother. You like doing this don't you? You like feeling your brother's cock in your tight little ass? You like doing these nasty things don't you sis? Committing incest with me? Your brother? Having me fuck you up that tight little ass of yours? Don't you? Do you know what they call this sis? What we're doing? They call it sodomy. SODOMY!!! Anal sex is called sodomy sis. Your brother is sodomizing your ass. Fucking you up the butt and sodomizing you. I'm sodomizing my sister's. Fucking her ass. I'm sodomizing you. We're committing sodomy sis. Sodomy and incest. SODOMY AND FUCKING INCEST!!! Oh God. We're going to go to hell. We're going to burn in hell for this. We're committing sodomy and incest. But I don't care anymore. I don't. I don't. Fuck me stud. Fuck me. I don't fucking care. I love getting my anus buggered. Buggered by my brother. Having you bugger my ass and fucking me like a slut. Keep screwing me baby. Keep screwing me. Keep screwing your dirty little whore. Your sister loves getting fucked up the ass like a dirty whore. Yes, yes, yes. That's it. Harder. That's it. That's it. I want more. Come on. Fuck me harder baby. Harder. Fuck me harder. Alright bitch. Take it. Take my cock up your fucking ass. Take my cock. Take it up your slutty asshole. Take it bitch. Take it bitch. Take your brother's cock in that slutty little ass of yours. Take it. Take it you slut. You fucking whore. Take my cock up your ass. Take it up your ass. Do you want to cum baby? Want to cum in my butt? Want to cum in me? To cum in my crack? Come on babe. Go ahead. Do it. Cum in my crack. You know you want to. Go ahead. Cum in your sister's ass. In my butt. Fire a load in there. Fire a load in my asshole. Shoot it deep in my ass. Blow your spunk in my butt. You're going to cum aren't you? You are, aren't you? I know you are. I know it. You're gonna shoot your load. Go ahead. Do it. Do it and make me cum baby. Make me cum too. Make me cum with you. Make your slut sister cum with you. Make me cum with you. Cum baby. Cum for me. Cum in my butt. Cum in there. Cum in my slutty ass. Cum for me. Cum in my ass. Shoot your cum in me stud. Shoot it in my ass. Shoot it in my ass while you sodomize your sister. While you sodomize your own sister. Your slut sister. Your dirty whore. Your dirty anal whore. Your dirty anal whore. Your slut. Your little slut. Your little cum slut. Your nasty little cum slut. Oh God. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fucking cum. Oh my God. Oh God. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I'M CUMMING. I'M CUMMING. I'M FUCKING CUMMING. CUM BABY CUM. CUM WITH ME!!! CUM WITH ME!!! CUM WITH MEEEEEEEE!!! *************************************************** MAN CAUGHT MASURBATING BY HIS BEST FRIEND'S WIFE (PART II) Christ!! That was disgusting. And the little slut looked like she enjoyed it too. But that was incest. It's taboo. It's sinful. And as for you. You are a pervert. What is fucking wrong with you? Huh? Look at me when I am speaking to you. What is this doing on tv? We don't have cable in here. How did this get on tv? Oh God. I'm so sorry. I thought you were going to bed. I thought you were sleeping. And since I wasn't tired, I thought I'd watch some tv. But you don't have cable down here. So I found this tape and put it in the vcr. But I didn't know this was going to be on it. The title on the tape said "Driving Miss Daisy". When I pressed Play, it changed. The title changed. It changed to "Driving Sis Crazy" And... I... I started to watch it. Please don't tell on me. I am so sorry. Your panties were in the clothes hamper. I found them in the clothes hamper by the machine. And, and then I smelled them. I smelled the crotch. I smelled the crotch and then started to masturbate with them. You said you were going to bed. I thought you were sleeping. I'm so, so sorry. Well I'm not sleeping am I? I'm wide awake. Now come here and sit down in front of me. Let me see what else is on this tape. Press Fast Forward. Good. Wait. Stop. Stop it. Stop it right there. What's going on now? What's going between that girl and that older man? Let's see what else is on this tape. **************************************************** FATHER and DAUGHTER SCENARIO You like this don't you baby? You like sucking daddy's cock don't you little girl? Mmmmm. Ahhhhhhh. Uh huh. Uh huh. Yes daddy yes. I do. I love it so much. Mmmmm. I love sucking your cock. Sucking my daddy's big fat cock. I love it daddy. I do. I do. Were you a bad girl tonight? Did daddy's little angel act like a dirty she devil? Did anyone fuck you tonight baby? Did anyone fuck my dirty little slut tonight? Yes daddy. Someone did. Somebody fucked me. Someone did. I was a bad girl. A very bad girl. I had sex tonight daddy and I was very bad. Very naughty dad. I was very naughty. A very naughty girl. Are you going to punish me daddy? Are you going to punish me like you did the last time? Are you daddy? Are you? YOU FUCKING LITTLE SLUT!!! You know daddy doesn't like that. And yes bitch. Yes daddy will. Daddy will have to punish his naughty little girl again. Now tell me what you did tonight. Tell me what you did you little slut. Did you give someone a blow job? Huh? Did you? Did you suck somebody's cock? Yes daddy I did. I did. I gave someone a blow job. I'm sorry daddy. I'm sorry that I sucked someone's cock without your permission. I know that you don't like me to. But I won't do it again daddy. I promise. I won't. I won't. That's what you said the last time you dirty little whore. Don't you remember? Don't you? Well did he cum in your mouth? Did he cum in your mouth? No daddy he didn't. He didn't do that. I wanted to feel him shoot it in my face. I wanted it all over my face. I love it when a guy blows his load in my face like you do. You know I love that. You know I do. You know that I love having cum dripping all over my face. WHAT? You dirty little bitch. That was very naughty. That was very naughty. Well did he fuck you after you gave him a blow job? Did he fuck my little baby? No daddy. He didn't. He didn't fuck your baby doll. He didn't fuck me. He didn't. But somebody else did. Somebody else fucked me. Somebody else fucked me. Some body else fucked me while I was giving the other guy a blow job. WHAT?!? Oh you fucking whore. You fucking little whore. Daddy's little girl made two boys fuck her at the same time? My little girl was in a threesome? That was very bad. Well did anyone one of them fuck you in your ass? Huh? ANSWER ME!!! No daddy no. Just in my pussy. Just in my pussy. I'm sorry daddy. I'm sorry. Are you going to punish me again dad? Punish me like you did the last time. Please daddy. Please punish your dirty little slut like you did the last time. Shut the fuck up you little tramp. Don't tell me what to do. I am your father and I know how to punish sluts like you when they misbehave. When they do naughty things. Now get ready for your punishment bitch. Get ready for daddy's punishment. Daddy is going to fuck his little girl up the ass as your punishment. Punishment for your slutty behaviour. Oh God daddy no. Please don't do that. You spanked me on my ass last time. Spank me on my ass. Spank my bottom like you did the last time. Please dad. Please don't fuck me there. Please. I've never been fucked up the butt before. Your dick is too big. It can't fit. It can't. Please dad. Not in my ass, it's too tiny. Fuck my pussy or spank me on my ass again. But please don't fuck me in there. Not in my butt. Not there dad. Not there. I'm begging you. I'm begging you. Shut up and do what I say. Now get ready to take your dad's dick in your ass. Now grab hold of it. Grab hold of daddy's penis. Good, very good. Very good. You are a good little whore aren't you? Now place my cock against your anus. That's it. That's a good girl. Are you ready for it baby girl? Are you ready hon? Here it comes. Here it comes. Open up wide baby. Spread that little ass open. Spread it wide. That's it. That's it. I'm guiding it in now. I'm guiding it in now. Oh God daddy no. AAHHHH. OWWWW. Please daddy. It hurts. It's hurting me. OWWWW. Oh God daddy. I'm sorry. Please don't do this to me. Take it out. Please daddy. Please don't fuck my ass anymore. It hurts. It's hurting me. Relax honey, relax. I'm almost all the way in there baby. Just a little more. Just a little more. There you go. There you go. I'm all the way in baby girl. All the way in. MMMMMMMMMMMMMM. Oh God, I'm sorry dad. Please don't do this to me. Take it out. Please daddy. Please stop. It's hurting me. It's hurting me. You're hurting me. Please stop. Please daddy. Please. It hurts too much. It hurts too much. Christ that's a tight little ass you have there baby. Shut up and quit whining. Just relax baby. Try to relax. Try to relax and stop crying like a little baby. Ok. Ok. Oh dad you were right. You're right. It doesn't hurt so much anymore. Do it like that. Yes daddy. Yes. Just like that. That's it. Oh my God. Yes daddy. Do it like that. Just like that. Uh huh. Uh huh. It's starting to feel good daddy. It's starting to feel better. Go ahead dad. Do it a little harder. Fuck me harder. Come on daddy. Fuck me harder. Fuck your little baby harder. Harder daddy. Fuck your little slut harder. Fuck me harder you dirty old man. OWWWWWW. Yes, yes, Oh God yes. That's it dad. That's it. Fuck your nasty little slut harder. Turn your nasty little girl into a dirty anal whore. I want to be an anal whore. Make me a dirty anal whore. Make your baby girl a dirty cock sucking anal whore. Pick a Toy He obeyed so well. It was one of her favorite things about him. Her other favorite thing about him? The way he disobeyed. Tonight she'd push him to his limits and test his devotion. She had to. If he succeeded, she would collar him. She'd searched for weeks for his collar, the one that would fit him perfectly. One that fit them perfectly. It was black leather, dark, soft and supple. It snapped close and had four silver rings attached to it: one on the front, one on the back, and one on each side. That was it. Simple and inviting and a symbol of their bliss. She walked into the room and found him exactly as she'd commanded: naked and kneeling on the floor with his eyes closed. The hotel room was perfect. She set her bags down and began to prepare for the upcoming night. She didn't acknowledge him with words or touch. She just made him wait. She changed clothes and set out a number of toys on the bed. She took no caution to be quiet. She liked the idea of him trying to guess what she was doing by listening to every sound. She was ready to begin and sat on the bed before him with her legs spread. She watched him. He was hard. He'd been hard the second she arrived. She watched his nostrils flare and knew he could smell her. A hint of vanilla and her – that smell of arousal and softness he dreamed about at night. "Hello, my darling slave," she whispered. He inhaled sharply and groaned, "Mistress." That single word never failed to curl her toes and make her wet. "I have a surprise for you, slave." He swayed slightly on his knees as she continued, "This night will change you. It will change us. It will push your limits and destroy your boundaries. Your devotion will be your guide, and your reward will be divine. And if you ever want out, simply say the safety word and you are free. Do you understand?" He paused. She was glad he thought it over because it was important to her. Such claims should not be taken lightly. He licked his lips and shivered once. "I understand, Mistress. Teach me." She leaned forward until her lips were almost touching his. She took care to make sure nothing touched him except the tip of her tongue. Her tongue traced the outline of his lips from corner to corner. His lips parted on a sigh, and she couldn't resist tasting him. Even though she was the one in control, he was utterly irresistible. Her tongue slipped between his lips and slid along his tongue. The sensation made her purr with pleasure. He leaned toward her and met her tongue with his. His mouth closed on hers and connected them in a hot, wet, devouring kiss. She succumbed to the pleasure for a moment, reveling in his desire. And she heard that noise. The strangled whimper in the back of his throat that spoke volumes about the overwhelming need inside him. Then she pulled back. Before he had a chance to protest, she slapped him hard across the cheek. The palm of her hand stung, and his cheek flushed a deep red. He immediately hung his head. "I apologize, Mistress. You excite me so much. I will not forget my place again." In the back of her mind, she knew he would forget his place again. And she couldn't wait. She got off the bed and stood behind him. "Open your eyes, slave." He opened his eyes to the array of items on the bed. There lay her riding crop, tassel whip, handcuffs, black scarf, and nipple clamps. Little did he know, that was not everything. It was just the beginning. She watched him take it all in and breathe deep. His erection twitched with anticipation. "So which would you like to try first, slave?" "Whichever would please you most, Mistress." What a perfect answer. It was what he was trained to say. But she really wanted his input. "I would like you to choose, my slave. You get to choose the first one. I'm feeling quite generous this evening." He studied each of the toys. Finally he whispered, "The nipple clamps." She smiled. He loved having them cause such pleasure and pain to his body. She walked in front of him. As she bent over the bed to pick up the clamps, she could feel his eyes on her bare ass. Usually she was in leather when they played. However, tonight she was wearing only her boots. Those gorgeous, black, shiny knee-high boots. She turned toward him, and he was staring at her. She let him look at her naked body for minutes in silence. She loved the way he looked at her: like he didn't know whether to love her tenderly or beg her to whip him. It was the combination that made her weak. She twirled the nipple clamps around one finger, and he watched the light bounce off the silver chain connecting them. "I was hoping you would pick these." She knelt in front of him. His eyes were on her breasts. She smiled and wondered if it was because he wasn't allowed to look in her eyes without her permission, or if it was because he loved her breasts. She hooked a finger under his chin and lifted his face until he was looking into her eyes. "My darling, I want you to look at me as much as you want. You have my standing permission to look your fill for tonight. I want you to really see me and watch what I'm doing to you. And especially watch how it makes me feel. You deserve to see me for what we're doing tonight." The love in his eyes made her heart flip over. She reached for him and attached one of the clamps to his left nipple. He inhaled sharply, and she asked, "How does that feel?" He blushed and said, "Wonderful, Mistress. But may I please have it a little tighter?" Glad she had gotten the adjustable clamps, she screwed it a little tighter while it was still on his nipple. "Breathe." His breath hissed from between his lips as he whispered, "Thank you." His other nipple was rock hard, waiting for the other clamp. She then handed him the first of many surprises for the night. She put the other clamp on her own nipple. She sighed in pleasure as he moaned. His eyes darkened with desire as he stared at her brown nipple pinched between the metal clamp. He'd never seen her in nipple clamps. He'd never seen her bound in any manner. She slowly leaned her upper body away from his until the chain between their nipples was taut. "Look at me," she ordered. His eyes flew to her face as she leaned back just a little further, pulling at both their nipples. She moaned, and his eyes closed in pleasure. She leaned forward, easing the tension on his nipple. "If you don't look at me, you don't get pleasure." He opened his eyes and looked at her again. She slowly leaned back again, making him wait to feel that delicious tug again. When it pulled at him, his breathing turned ragged. When she reached for his other nipple and flicked it with her fingernail, he groaned. "How does this feel, slave?" She loved hearing what he thought and felt while he was her slave. She also knew it was hard for him to describe his feelings, which made it all the more fun to ask him. "I...you..." He inhaled, licked his lips, and tried again. "God, I know my pleasure gives you pleasure. But....but we've never been tied...It's so...perfect. I love it. Ohhhhhhh, Mistress," he groaned as she leaned back further. His eyes slid closed, and his head fell back in ecstasy. She leaned forward, and he whimpered. "I'm sorry, Mistress." She shook her head and removed the nipple clamps and threw them on the floor. "Please. Put them back on. I'll keep looking at you. I promise." "I warned you." She stood up and walked behind him again so he couldn't see her. "It just felt so good. The pleasure was so good, I couldn't help it. You are too good. Please give me more." He was talking so fast his words were tripping over each other. He cleared his throat. His voice was begging for more pleasure, and it made her wet. "May I please have more?" "Yes." She may have been the Mistress but she always had such a soft spot and wanted to give him everything he desired. He scrambled for the nipple clamps and she said, "Not with those. Lie on the bed, face down." He stood before the bed, contemplating the array of toys. He carefully set each one on the edge of the bed, making room for him to lie in the middle. She just watched him. His body moved with athletic grace, and she saw the muscles roll across his back. He was very gentle with each toy. Finally he crawled across the bed until he was lying on his stomach in the middle. His legs were slightly spread so that his balls were on display pushed against the bedspread. She knelt between his legs and spread them wider. Not asking, not telling, just shoving them further apart with her knees. And she looked at him. He had a faint tan line left over from the summer, and it made her want to trace it with her tongue. His face was turned to the side so she figured he could see her in the corner of his eye. She smiled and asked, "You know those toys you set so carefully on the edge of the bed?" She picked up the handcuffs as she heard him murmur yes. She set the handcuffs on the cheeks of his ass. No doubt the cold metal was a shock to his feverish skin. "I am going to use every....single....toy on you tonight." As she talked, she set each toy against his body. The scarf she laid across the middle of his back. The riding crop lay between his legs with the leather tip just touching his balls. The tassel whip was spread out across the back of his left thigh. He moaned with anticipation. "The question is, how many do I use at once?" She slid the handcuffs off his ass and ordered, "Grab the headboard." He had to bury his face in the bed to stretch his arms straight up, and his fingers curled around the wooden slats. "Further apart." She wanted him splayed across the bed for her taking. She handcuffed his left wrist to the headboard as the metal clicking echoed through the room. "I will not restrain your right hand. I want you to restrain yourself, no matter what I do to you. Do not let go." "Yes, Mistress." His breathing was uneven, and his hips shifted on the bed. No doubt he was either trying to ease the pressure on his cock or increase it. She slid up his body until she was straddling his ass. She made sure to grind against him so he could feel how wet she was. Her leather boots rubbed against his outer thighs, which made him moan. She loved his leather fetish. She spread the black scarf perfectly across his back and put her palms in the middle of it. She began rubbing the scarf against his skin in slow vertical lines. The scarf was silk, and she could hear it rasping against his skin. She pushed harder with her palms. "How does that feel?" she asked. "It's scratchy, and god.....yes." His voice was nearly a growl, and he squirmed beneath her. "That's not a very good description." She scratched her fingernails down his back through the scarf in long red lines, and his chest came off the bed. "Veronica!" he cried. She threw the scarf on the floor, slid off his ass to stand next to the bed, and spanked him hard. "Don't you dare use my name without permission." She spanked him again, and heard him gasp. She left him on the bed, went to the bathroom, and shut the door. He was lying on the bed, alone in the room. He didn't call her Mistress. He loved to disobey her for punishment, but he never meant to disrespect her. She couldn't leave him. He was hers, and he needed her. He waited five long minutes, and she didn't come back. He was staring at the clock on the bedside table. Once he waited six minutes, he could wait no longer. "Mistress?" She heard the fear in his voice even through the door. "I am so sorry. I did not mean to disrespect you. I promise." He paused, but she still didn't open the door. Let him suffer a little longer. He had never done that before, and he must learn to never do it again. "Please. Let me make it up to you." That intrigued her enough to open the door. He strained to look at her, but being face down with his arms wide made it impossible. She refused to ease his worry by speaking. "I will be a model slave. I will do anything you want. Let me please you." He was begging. "Please forgive me. I need you." It was his need that got her. His need was always her undoing. It wasn't that he needed punished, he needed her. It was a heady sensation, and one she couldn't ignore. She leaned over the bed and grabbed the riding crop. He was still begging forgiveness when she hit him on the ass. His breath caught in his throat as she watched the red mark materialize on his ass cheek. "Thank you, my Mistress. Please teach me to be good." She hit him with the riding crop five times quickly, stealing his breath completely. He was panting and murmuring, "Yes, yes, yes." She stopped hitting him and went to her bag. He couldn't see her, and she liked knowing he had no idea what she had in store for him. She came back to the bed, and he was still breathing hard. "On your knees," she growled. He complied immediately and presented his ass to her in all its glory. Her mouth began to water as she opened the bottle of clear liquid. She slowly squeezed out a few drops and they fell on his ass and slid into his crack. She squeezed a few more and set the bottle down. She reached for his ass and her finger went right to his hole. He moaned as she rubbed the outside. He was so sensitive. "I have to prepare you, my slave." She pushed a finger in his ass to the knuckle. "I belong inside you," she whispered. He was pushing toward her with his hips as if he wanted more. "Greedy little slave, aren't we?" she asked as she slid her finger out of him. She then poured lube on the handle of the tassel whip and began rubbing it between his cheeks. "Let's see how much you really want." She tilted the whip until the end of it was poised for entry. He had never taken more than one of her fingers, but the whip handle wasn't too thick. She twirled it around the edge of his hole, not pushing it in at all. His whimper was needy, but he hadn't begged yet. She pushed against him barely, then eased up. "Please." "Please, what, my slave?" She gently pushed on the whip again, but not hard enough to penetrate him. "Please put it inside me. Please push." She smiled at his good manners. She pushed on the whip ever so gently, until it slowly began to disappear inside him. For once he didn't push back toward her. He was enjoying the slow invasion. She didn't alter the pace and just kept pushing until half the handle was in his ass. Then she stopped and listened for his ragged breathing. He wasn't breathing. He'd been holding his breath. Now that she stopped, his breath hissed from between his teeth. She knew that sound...he was trying not to lose control. She knew that sound meant it was time to test his control. She twisted the whip inside him, and his back arched with pleasure. His knuckles were white from clutching the headboard. "Do you want me to stop, my slave?" "Whatever....whatever my Mistress wishes," he panted. His back was glistening with sweat. He never looked more delicious. She slid the whip from his ass and stared at him. His legs were gently shaking and his head hung low. Reaching toward the headboard, she undid the handcuffs. He was still clutching the headboard and trying to breathe. "Let go and turn over." He flipped over until he was lying on his back. The tip of his cock was glistening with his pleasure. It made her mouth water. She pulled the silk scarf from underneath him and slid it beneath his balls. He watched her as she began wrapping the scarf around his balls and cock to pull them tight together. When she finished tying the scarf, the ends trailed up his chest and his cock and balls jutted out. They were flushed a deep, gorgeous red. She straddled her knees across him and looked into his eyes. Without a single word, she angled his cock just so and began sliding it inside her. He slid inside her like satin against her skin. She wanted this moment to last forever, but soon she had him settled fully inside her. The knot of the scarf was pushing against her clit. She milked his cock from the inside and he groaned. She smiled at him and asked, "Would you like to touch me?" "Yes, please, Mistress." She began rocking her hips gently against him without withdrawing him at all. "You may touch my boots only." His palms slid across her calves, and she could hear the gentle squeak of the patent leather beneath his damp hands. She rocked a little harder until the knot of the scarf scraped across her clit. It was a little too rough and a little too good. She was going to come without even thrusting his cock in and out of her. It was her breathing that got ragged this time, and he stared at her. "Mistress?" With that word, her pussy clenched, and she came hard and fast. His eyes widened in surprise because she didn't usually come so quickly. His fingers dug into her boots as his hips nudged her, making each spasm that much better. "Do you like being inside me when I come?" her voice breathed. He could feel her juices running down his balls, and he said, "Oh yes, Mistress. It's heaven." "Then you'll allow me the same pleasure." It wasn't a question. It was a fact. She climbed off him and walked to the bathroom. He was left to wonder exactly what her comment meant for many minutes. He was hoping she would finger him while swallowing him whole. She had done that before, and it made him melt. When she came out of the bathroom, he couldn't stop staring at her. His eyes were huge and round as she stopped and let him stare. She was wearing a harness made of black leather. She turned slowly and he saw that it sat under her ass cheeks and lifted them up deliciously. But it was the front he couldn't ignore. It was the front that made him breathless. It was the front that dared him to imagine. The front had a solid black dildo attached. It was fairly small but such a big deal. She had never fucked him before like that. She strolled toward the bed, slowly, letting him see her cock bounce side to side. It curved up slightly, and she couldn't wait to see what that curve did to him. She stood next to the bed and touched his face. He tore his eyes away to study her face. "My darling, slave. I want you to trust me enough to do this to you. With you. I have never done this before and want to share it with you for the first time." Her confession of inexperience made his heart pound. She wanted him to be her first. Him. She leaned over and kissed him softly. "I want to do this as your Mistress and your lover." She reached under the bed and pulled out the collar. She was trembling as she set the collar on his stomach. "I want to be your everything, and I want to be with you forever. I want to collar you. His blood was pounding in his ears. His senses were on overload. His cock throbbed in time to his heart, and he didn't know where to start. She was asking for everything, and offering him everything. Was he ready? His cock jumped at the thought of putting on the collar. He got goose bumps at the idea of her fucking him. He looked into her eyes and melted at the idea of being with her forever. "Mistress." His voice was rough and shaky. He tried again. "Mistress. Mistress." He picked up the collar off his stomach and stood in front of her. He held the collar out for her to take. She took it, afraid he was rejecting her. He knelt before her and whispered, "I am yours. Forever." He bowed his head, waiting breathlessly. She slid the collar around his neck and snapped it closed. It looked amazing next to his skin. The rings shimmered in the light as her fingertips trailed across his neck above the leather. "Forever," she breathed. He looked up at her and stood. He had to kiss her. Pulling her near, he brushed his lips across hers. So much emotion was at the surface he couldn't speak. But merely brushing lips was not enough for either of them. They kissed again with lips pressed hard against each other and tongues rubbing against each other. She wrapped her arms around his neck and felt the metal rings and leather against her wrists. It was cold and hot and perfect. Pick a Toy He grabbed her ass and pulled her tight against him. A moan escaped his lips as he felt her cock brush against his cock. It was so foreign and full of promises. He pulled back to stare down at it. She reached over and grabbed the bottle of clear liquid again and used some to stroke herself. She tugged at her cock slowly, letting him watch. He moved to touch it, but then hesitated. "Would you like to stroke me, slave?" He paused then nodded once. She turned over his hand and poured some lube onto his palm. He reached for her and palmed her cock. It was warm to the touch and not as solid as he originally thought. It was rubber and gave when he squeezed it. He began stroking it like he would his own cock. On the down stroke, he heard her moan. "Does this please you, Mistress?" he asked as he stroked her again. "It's....there's....one inside me too." Her voice was ragged, and he stroked her harder. She pushed against his shoulders until he was lying sideways across the bed. She pushed his knees to his chest and slid a finger inside him. She met no resistance so she slid another finger inside. He arched his back, and she could wait no longer. She placed her cock at his opening and paused, looking at him. Waiting. She was pressing against him but not hard enough to penetrate. His eyes opened to find hers. When their eyes locked, she began to press forward. Her hands were on his hips, holding him for the slightest bit of leverage. She felt the head slide in as he moaned loud and deep. She paused, letting him savor the feeling, until he reached for her and whispered, "Please." It was the slowest she had ever moved. She wasn't even sure she was moving until she felt the tops of her thighs pressed against his ass. She settled her weight against him and reveled at the feeling of being inside him. It was so invasive, so personal, and so damn sexy. "Am I hurting you?" she whispered, afraid to break the spell. His eyes burned into her and said, "It's so good. So fucking good." She started to slowly pull out of him savoring every hitch in his breath. When she pushed in again, she watched. She watched the black cock disappear into him. It looked so dark and dangerous and hot. She was entranced. She pulled out again, her pace agonizingly slow. This time when she began to slide back inside him, she wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked him downward with the same slow slide. He began whimpering, and a thrill raced through her. He was hers, and he'd never looked sexier. And he'd never felt better. She pushed against him once she was fully inside him and felt the dildo inside her rub her oh so perfectly. It was heaven and she wanted it to last forever. As she began a slow, steady rhythm of thrusting, she kept stroking him at the same pace. It was too slow to make him come, but each little nudge at the end was going to have her coming in no time. But she couldn't stop. She wanted him to come with her, so she sped up just a little. He moaned so low and deep it didn't sound like him. Her hands spread across the back of his thighs and kept his legs high. She wanted him open and helpless. "Mistress." It came out as a warning. Warning her that he wasn't going to last. "Don't you dare come without me," she said as she nudged him harder. "When I start coming, then you can." "Oh god, I can't wait." His legs began shaking and his head was thrashing side to side. "Yes you can. Remember, focus on the physical sensation. Not the pleasure, just the way I feel inside you. The way you can feel my cock sliding against each ridge of you." He stared at her with wild eyes. "No." She smiled and knew the talking would just make it worse. She sped up and began fucking him hard. Her hand rubbed his cock hard, passing over the head with each stroke. "I can't...I can't...." he chanted, warning her he was beyond hope of holding out. What he didn't know is she was so close. "Mistress!" he yelled right before he came. He clutched her forearms and arched upward, pulsing with come. Thick white spurts landed on his chest and oozed on her hand. Seeing his pleasure so evident, feeling it so hot and wet sent her over the edge. She pushed hard into him and felt her pussy throbbing around the dildo. She screamed his name and dug her fingernails into his thigh. She first became aware of their breathing. It was harsh and unsteady. She opened her eyes to find him watching her. "Did I come first, Mistress?" he asked with a smile in his voice. "You disobeyed me, slave. You did come before me." She slid her finger into her mouth and sucked off his come. "Shame on you." He grinned as she warned him, "For that, you shall be punished." Pick & Play He disabled the burglar alarm then pushed the metal pick into the door lock at the back of the house; let the tool play across the lock's pin. Too much or too little pressure, too little or too much finesse guaranteed failure. The skill in using a pick is to bounce it in the keyway according to the resistance offered by each pin. Gently coercing the pins into obeying his will, he was sensitive to the sound, the feel of the pick touching each pin. Feeling the middle pins settling first, he decreased the torque of his wrist, the endpins fell into place. Trousers, shirt, windbreaker and sneakers all black covered his body. A black beret covered his closely cropped hair. Surgical gloves, the kind doctors use for rectal exams, dentists use laboring on teeth covered his hands and they too were black. He picked up his backpack, black of course, with his left hand. The only black accessory he was missing, a black mask covering his eyes. Nevertheless, a police officer seeing him would know he was up to no good. However, the garments got him in the right frame of mind, aided in his character development and added a fillip to his nocturnal transgressions. Easing the door open, he entered the house, a sprawling two-story brick and flagstone dwelling. His soft-soled shoes not making a sound, he passed through the house, made his way to the living room and crossed the dark smudge of carpet to one of the easy chairs, part of the room's conversation pit. The room seemed to have less light then a coffin buried under eight feet of soil. He sat down and for nearly an hour, he did nothing but stare into space letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. He loved this part, the waiting, the anticipation. Wicked thoughts and salacious ideas bubbled in his brain. In the house's quiet envelope, the loudest sound the ticking of the clock in the living room. When he could see the hands of his watch with the fullest clarity possible in the dark room, he stood, unzipped the backpack. He folded the beret, stowed it, removed a black ski mask with yellow circles around the eye and mouth holes, and slipped it over his head as he made his way to the closed door of the house's master bedroom. During an earlier visit, he oiled the door's hinges with 3-1 oil. Now, turning the doorknob clockwise, he entered the room, the hinges moving silently, not squeaking, sounding like the caterwaul of an air raid siren blasting away the room's quiet. At this precise moment, removing his hand from the doorknob, its coolness penetrating the glove's thin skin of fabric, his cock hardened. He always got erect at this point. He reveled in the sensation generated by the sensitive head of his cock head rubbing against the seam of his pants. Closing the door he stood as still as a fence post watching her sleeping under a quilt in a queen-sized four-poster bed. At this distance, all he could see was a substantial form under the sheets and quilt. Closer in he saw with greater clarity of course. Amidst the ruckus of linen, he saw one of her firm, full breasts. At the summit, a fudge colored nipple stood quite prominently. Her right leg peeking from under the sheets looked as though a god with a leg fetish had a hand in her creation. He imagined the guy tooling her legs to ensure they looked sexy as now in repose or stunningly alluring in come fuck me pumps at other times. A cloud of tousled blond hair covered the contour of thick foam pillows. Her jaw line slightly too sharp, her nose a tad too prominent, her mouth a tad too full. In conjunction though their composite created a most beguiling portrait framed by the lozenges of pillows supporting her head. He watched her sleeping, the proverbial princess, patiently awaiting her Prince Charming. Tonight he was no Prince Charming though. He squatted down, the movement causing his knees to make a crackling sound like crumpling paper. He slowly unzipped the backpack's main pouch. Reaching into the bag's interior he quickly found a small white penlight, the same type favored by doctors. Actually, this particular pen light once belonged to a doctor, a luscious female doctor with long auburn hair, a tiny cleft in her left buttock, a vivid red rose tattoo on her left hip and a kinky disposition as it turned out. Slowly he stood. Let the festivities begin. He flicked the light on, pointed it at the woman's closed eyelids. Click on. Click off. Click on. Click off. Click on Click off. Tonight he was Marcel Marceau. No words, all action, masculine action. It always amazed him how effective an ally a mute tongue was in such a situation. Oral communications between him and his conquest only acted as a barrier, it slowed his ascent to the summit, delayed his arrival in the Promised Land. The light's beam, the clicking noise awakened her. For a moment, she silently stared at the specter next to the bed. Then as though she had to think about it, she screamed. The palm of his left hand quickly stifled the scream bellowing out of her non-smoking jogger's lungs. For a few moments, her eyes filled with terror, she squirmed, tried to strike out at him as he held his hand over her mouth. Eventually, she stopped screaming yet continued to lash out at him, trying to scratch him, land a punch on his body. Fear made the whiteness in her eyes glow as brightly as candle flame. He patted her head, scooped her out of her warm covers and dumped her on the lushly carpeted floor. He knew from his previous expeditions that the bedroom was virtually soundproof. Once on a Sunday afternoon while she was out and about he had entered the house, made sure all the windows were closed, turned the plasma TV to its maxed out volume, cranked the expensive CD player's volume right off the dial. Stepping outside, he could barely hear a sound leaking from the house. He could howl like a banshee if that is how he decided to play it. She could scream loud enough to trigger avalanches or call cows home from distant pastures. All to no avail. Sprawled on the carpeted floor with her smooth and shapely legs pulled into her waist, she was a sexy ball of trembling flesh, tousled yellow hair and red painted toenails. "Please don't hurt me." Placing his index finger in front of his mouth, the sign to be quiet, he shook his head back and forth to assure her that he meant her no physical harm. Her translucent panties, green gauze, hugged the globes of her shapely firm ass. She was topless, wonderfully topless. Looking down at her curled on the floor, seeing her tits in profile, how bounteous she was. She was no plain, drab, and random off the rack female mediocrity. From the top of her head to the tip of her toes, she was a designer original. Reaching into the backpack, he removed a white plastic locking tie. Now they used them at airports to secure bags following intense scrutiny for explosives. Years ago, at other bloodier times, he used the same sort of sturdy plastic straps to secure angry eyed Africans, the little fish captured in the net trolling for their boss, a big African asshole terrorizing his fellow tribe members. Leaning down he pushed her slender arms toward each other, looped the plastic ties around her wrists to abbreviate her range of motion. Then, tenderly, like a lover toting his bride to their marriage bed, he picked her off the floor and placed her in the center of the bed. He stroked her hair, touched each of her ear lobes in turn and then after removing his gloves; he reached into her panties, touched the delectably fine hair at her cleft then in one swift motion he ripped her panties off her body. The sound so sexy, the action clear in its intent, a sure fire notice of his boiling lust. His cock ached. Touching her nearly made him explode. His body tingled and the inside of his mouth felt parched as though he stumbled through Saharan sand dunes. He considered pushing his index finger into the canal between her legs. He resisted the notion. Not yet. "Please don't hurt me," She said in monotone, the signature of a bad actor. He patted her bottom with his left hand. Quickly, he removed the gloves and his clothes save for the ski mask and his pale gray boxer shorts. Standing a little over six feet tall, he was muscular, proud of his toned abs and even prouder of the several nasty looking scars looking like rubbery worms embedded in his hard flesh. His cock poked from his shorts. It was as thick as a man's forearm, nearly a foot long and since it seemed to be a mile high when erect, he called it Denver. Her eyes widened seeing its long, thick shadow. He waited for her to settle down. He counted on her intelligence; let his silence crash over her. Hopefully his muteness registered in her mind as infinite patience, steely resolution and an unbreakable will. He climbed on the bed, squatted over her, his cock a few inches from her mouth, let her take in his length, its thickness. "You really don't expect me to suck that monstrosity." The word "monstrosity" flowing out of her mouth sounded like she enjoyed the taste of word, the promise of its flavor, its ability to sate her appetite. He pushed his cock forward toward the juncture of her lips and at first; she resisted his forward progress by keeping those sensuous lips firmly clamped together. The helmet of his cock banged at her lips relentlessly. His aggressive stance, the thrusting motion of his cock, his silent manner so bloated with lust, so determined to have his way quickly overcame her resistance. Realizing she had no opportunity for escape, defeat inevitable, she surrendered, opened wide and the leviathan between his legs slid into the coral cavern of her mouth. Her mouth stretched to its limit encompassed him. At first, she tried a delaying action by not participating in his invasion, her lips a stationary oval around him. He patted her left cheek signaling, "I am not going away." She started sucking. Her ineffective sucking made him swing his head back and forth to show his displeasure at her pathetic technique. As she sucked more ardently, he rewarded her with a tender caress of her cheek. His erection filling her mouth, pumped in and out. Sucking now, getting into it, he stroked her blond hair. She could not see the ecstasy boiling across his face under the black ski mask. Looking up at the ceiling, she sucked harder. Now, in the room's dim light, looking way back in her eyes, he could see something hot, smoldering, and nearly ready to ignite. Keeping his cock seated in her mouth, reveling in the pleasure, he gently stroked her cheek to re-assure her. She was definitely a skilled fellatrice, a master with her tongue, a mouth maestro. Even in the dark, he could see her cheeks puckering sucking on his shaft. What a woman, he thought. He could remember few times a blowjob as fulfilling. He came in her mouth. His semen rushed in, a tidal wave of his essence flooding her gullet. He removed his cock and flipped himself over to the woman's left side, his dick wet with her lubrication. Quickly, he went back to work; spread her legs, formed her into an inverted Y. God, what a delectable letter. As he leaned over the side of the bed to reach for something in the backpack, she lifted her arms and drove them into his gut. That hurt a bit. "Get out of here you son of a bitch." Again her tone not quite right for the occasion. He said nothing, pulled four silk scarves from the bag next to the bed. One scarf bright red, the second one the color of ripe lemons, the third one black, the fourth scarf a nice shade of pink. Then he removed a knife, a tiny knife. She recoiled at seeing the knife. He cut the plastic tie binding her arms and before returning the knife to the backpack, he used it to trace a line from the top of her pubis to the nape of her neck. He leaned down sucked her nipples at length, she moaned as he tossed the knife in the bag. Then he used the red scarf to secure her left hand to the bedpost, the yellow one leashed her right hand to the bedpost. The black scarf he wrapped around her left ankle and then it went around a post at the bottom of the bed. Finally, he banded her right ankle to the final bedpost. From an inverted Y to a nice symmetrical X."Why are you doing this? Are you going to kill me? You stupid bastard, if you promise not to hurt me, I will let you fuck me then you can leave. Is that a deal?" Did she have a smirk on her face? He nodded. Reaching into the bag with his left hand, he removed a long blue feather and held it in front of her face. He imagined her body as a fragile, delicate soap bubble. His plan involved using the feather to touch her brow, nose, lips, throat, nipples, the cleft between her legs to create the shadow of sensation, to balance on the demarcation between pain and pleasure, hunger and satiation. By the time, he started stroking away at the mouth of her womb she writhed on the bed, her body a study in conflict: bounding between the throes of pleasures and paroxysms of pain. "Please stop." Her relaxed pose, the way her body moved against the feather's delicate touch betrayed her true feelings toward the feather's barely perceptible touch. For another fifteen minutes, the feather's tip licked her nipples and dallied at that most sensitive of spots between her strong legs. He stopped, stowed the feather in the bag. "Goddamn it, are you going to fuck me or what. No more goddamn feathers or plastic crap. Just fuck me alright." She did not quite fit his expectations or at least she had reached his expectations at a blinding speed. In the fluid motion of a diver arcing off a springboard, he lowered himself between her legs and slid his cock into the sweet spot visited by the cerulean feather. "Oh my God, you are splitting me open with that thing, she said as she drew him into her center. As he expected, the chamber between her legs brimmed over with moisture, a flood making it difficult for him to gain traction, to find purchase. She raised her ass, pushed her loins toward his cock. "Fuck me. Make me come, make me come." He moved in and out. Sinking into her, she continued to push toward him, draw him in. He eased in and out. He twisted and turned. She strained against the scarves. He made no sudden moves fucking her. He took his time, let her become accustomed to the size of his stallion, that his swollen member would not tear her apart, that in fact its hefty size would delight her no end. She jerked about the bed, straining against the scarves. Her clit reverberated against his shaft and she continued to moan, to purr with pleasure. His lust now her lust. Thick copious sperm spurted into her. For several more hours until it started getting gray, dawn's delicate approach, they fucked, he spent himself in her repeatedly and twice he made return visits to her slightly too large mouth, the perfect portal for his pleasure. He sucked her nipples, he untied the scarves, and she rode him, her blond hair and breasts bouncing up and down. He fucked her doggy style, smacked her on the ass until her cheeks were as red as cinnamon imperials. For the grand finale, he pulled a large tube of petroleum jelly from the bag, a fresh tube with no indents from any use. He flipped the woman on her flat stomach, her huge tits pressing down on the mattress, his semen draining out of her onto the mussed sheets. After making sure her head rested snugly against the mattress and nowhere near, the bed's headboard, that her round, firm ass pointed high in the air, he smeared half the tube of the jelly over her pink rectum and forced his cock into the tight constriction at her rectum. He did not stop until his balls slammed against the crevice of her butt. Once more, she screamed. This scream was no act but genuine pain. He punched in and out of her. As he pounded away at her, her screams ceased and the most delicious moans began to escape from her mouth. "I have never been fucked in my ass but Goddamn that feels good once you get by the pain. Fuck me baby." The alarm on his wristwatch sounded as he came. He stood, bent down, removed a small white envelope sealed with a dab of red wax stamped with a large cursive L from the depths of the backpack and handed it to the woman damp with sweat, full of his semen, sprawled in the wreckage of the bed. She reached over to the nightstand, turned on the lamp, lay back on the bed, her breasts flushed, her nipples pointing skyward, opened the envelope and removed a piece of blue paper containing a note in 12-point Courier font. "Happy birthday my love. Instead of sneaking up on you, dropping a dollop of butter on your nose like my grandfather used to do every birthday or buying you an expensive trinket as commemoration of the august event, I thought tonight's fantasy realized might be more appropriate. I know that for a few seconds or minutes your gentleman caller may have scared you out of your wits but hopefully that merely added spice, made the sex more memorable and you quickly realized my handiwork. Trapped in this state of the art wheelchair, a nearly useless cock in my lap, I still want to pleasure you in some way, to let you know how much I value you as my mate, love you as a woman. The man who scared you a little and eventually sated you is Mr. Daryl Porter. Mr. Porter is a skilled cat burglar, a seasoned porno star, a Gulf War vet and a hell of a nice guy, I might add. He also has one of the biggest cocks on the planet. It is amazing what one can find on the internet if you know where to look. I particularly liked dastardlydoings.com where I found Mr. Porter's services advertised. When I contracted him, I was not completely forthcoming. His understanding after our meeting was that you left me because you wished to frolic in Lesbos land. I wanted him to scare you a bit, show you what a real cock feels like. Daryl is justly proud of his member and at the same time seems a bit homophobic. You may dissuade him of this notion or not as you are so inclined. I trust you enjoyed his immensity. Furthermore, Mr. Porter's services did not come cheaply so if you wish to enjoy him some more feel free to do so. You can tell me about it when I return from the conference next week. You know how much I love the head you give even if it does take some time for me to become erect. I am sure your description of this morning's festivities will speed up the process. P.S. I am already planning another surprise. Love Gerald She finished reading the note, neatly folded it and placed it on the nightstand. Gerald, so courtly in manner, a man of refinement, a former ambassador, counsel to Presidents, a man sensitive to her needs, a discriminating man damaged by indiscriminate terror while sitting in a bistro patiently waiting for her. "What a sweet man". She silently said to herself. "How did I ever think I could be a lesbian? I think you have proven if anything I am bi-sexual. Take off that ridiculous mask, come back to bed and use that monster cock to fuck my asshole and other things. She flipped over on her stomach, jabbed her ass high into the air and felt love coursing through her heart and the most wonderful excitement channeling through her body. Pick Me Up at 5 "You want another drink?" the bartender asked. Nikki looked down at her glass, back at the door, and then up at the bartender. "Yeah, why not." The bar had started to fill with the after work crowd, and a few college students. She pulled at the hem of her short skirt and poured off of her barstool for a trip to the bathroom. She had to squeeze through a couple of groups as she made her way to the back. Every time she touched someone it made her realize how exposed she was. She noticed the glances at her tits, but who could help themselves with the way she was dressed? Her loose shirt draped open enough that, with the right perspective, anyone could see through the sheer black, lacy bra. That flimsy thing did nothing to hold in her nipples, which were firm and alive from all of the attention. She was not dressed to be alone. Pushing through into the hallway in the back, she hurried into the women's room. This place was a blue collar establishment, mostly men, so there was no line. Once inside she caught a look at herself in the mirror. "You are a total slut" she said out loud. It gave her confidence to know that this was her idea, her night. She was in charge of this encounter and it was going to be good for her. She pouted her lips into an 'O' and touched up her lipstick. This little ploy was all her idea. It was a way to spice up her sex life. Her husband was supposed to come in and pick her up at this bar, but he was already an hour late and she was starting to get a buzz. He should be here soon, she thought, so now was the time to get ready. She took a quick look at the door and reached under her skirt and pulled her panties to her ankles. They got snagged on one of her heels and as she bent over to get them the door opened and the cute blond bartender thundered in. "Ooops, excuse me!" the girl exclaimed as she rushed into a stall. A brief wave of humiliation washed through Nikki before she swallowed and renewed her confidence. "Damn it," she thought, "I am proud to be a slut tonight." The sound of flushing brought her back and she pretended to fix her make-up again as the bartender came out and washed her hands. "Got a date tonight?" she asked Nikki "Not yet" was her only reply, staying her course. "Well, there is this guy out there who seems awfully interested in you. He just bought you a drink. It looks like you're interested, too. You want me to tell him anything?" It's about damn time, Nikki thought. "Tell him I'm making myself available and I'll be out in a minute." "He'll like the sound of that! I'm Alley" the blond replied, extending her hand. "Nikki, it's good to meet you." The bartender left and Nikki leaned against the wall, moving a hand under her skirt, parting her lips and spreading the gathering wetness. She collected her resolve and made a persistent effort to get back through the crowd to her seat at the bar. As she slid onto the stool, looking around for her husband, she heard a voice close to her ear, close enough to feel his breath on her neck. "Are you available now?" the voice asked. She spun around, the sultry smile on her face waning briefly when she realized it was not her husband. "Wha, . . what do you mean?" she stammered, trying to regain some composure. "Alley said you were making yourself available for me. She said you took off your panties in the women's room. That's pretty naughty, are you always this bad?" His eyes peered intently into hers. She took his words in, and used the pause to take in the rest of him as well. He was young, maybe 25, with a mop of curly brown hair and a gorgeous pair of blue eyes. From what she could see under his baggy shirt and shorts he seemed fit. "Not always" she finally responded, her voice steady now. She was determined to be in charge of this evening. "But every once in a while I like to let loose." He was openly staring down at her tits, sipping his drink. "What is your name?" he asked. "Nikki." She gave him nothing, feigning confidence. "My name is Jake, and I really want to get a look at your tits, Nikki, could I do that?" She was caught off guard by his bluntness, but given the situation, it was understandable. "I think you've seen plenty already, I don't dress like this NOT to be seen." "Why do you dress like that?" he countered. "Because it makes me feel sexy, and I like to feel sexy." She knew she was walking a thin line, but he was hot and she was starting to enjoy herself. She looked into his eyes, then slowly lowered her gaze, making it obvious that she was sizing him up. "What makes you feel sexy?" she asked, slowly moving her hand to brush his leg and rest on his knee. He caught her gaze with his, grabbed her hand and moved it to his crotch where she found more than she bargained for. "You do." Nikki pulled her hand away and turned back to the bar in time to catch a wink from Alley. She sipped her drink, trying to ignore that little exchange. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. She kept expecting to get rescued by her husband, but it was becoming apparent that she was on her own. She looked around and noticed more than a few guys staring at her. She decided that it was time for another break so she spun off of her seat and headed for the back again. As soon as she made it to the bathroom she leaned on the counter and took a deep breath. It made her feel better to be alone for a moment. Her afternoon of grooming and playing with herself had gotten her too horny to handle all of the attention. Maybe she needed a release in order to think straight. She lifted one leg and started to rub her clit slowly, and moved another finger to her mouth. Her ministrations were starting to work when the door swung open and Jake walked in. "Get out of here, are you crazy?!" "I'm not crazy, just horny! But don't stop because of me, maybe we can share." Before she had any time to react he dropped his shorts and grabbed his dick. Nikki was stunned. Not so much by his brazen actions, but by the size of his cock. Now it was her turn to stare. She watched as he stroked it to full attention. Slowly she realized that the two of them were there, facing each other, masturbating. She couldn't stop. Her eyes were locked on his monster cock, which only looked bigger with his hand wrapped around it. Seeing him jerk-off for her eased the tension a little and she let herself get into it. She reached up and unbuttoned her blouse, quickly popping the clasp on her bra. It felt good to tug on her own nipples, and she was even more turned on watching Jake watch her. His eyes were glued to her hands as he stroked his enormous cock. Nikki let go and crashed into an orgasm, biting her lip to squelch the moans. "Are you going to let me see those tits?" he asked, slowing his pace a bit. Nikki said nothing, but began to unfasten the rest of her blouse, letting it fall to the counter, along with the open bra. Her orgasm, which she thought would release her from her hunger, had only made it worse. She dropped in front of him and replaced his hand with hers. It was a new experience to handle a piece this large, and she was going tom make him cum. She stroked him furiously with one hand, gently squeezing his balls with the other. In just a few strokes he shot his first load of cum onto her chest, then her face and neck. Nikki continued to caress his dick, milking the shaft onto her hand. Finally able to remover her eyes from it, she looked up at him. He grinned broadly, eyes half closed and mouthed "Thank you." Jake brusquely pulled up his shorts and left. Nikki immediately felt used and almost started to cry. But she pulled it together and turned to the mirror. She ran her fingers across the spatters of cum on her chest, gathered her resolve yet again and put on her blouse. She wiped the cum from her face and hurried out of the bathroom. In the hallway she ran into her husband. "Where have you been?" she yelled. But she didn't give him time to answer, grabbing his hand and pulling him out the back door into the night. "Where are you parked?" she demanded. "Right over there, what happened to you?" "You were late so I started without you." "What do you mean you started without me, what did you do?" She didn't answer. Instead she pushed him against the car and pulled open her blouse. "I just handled the biggest cock I have ever seen, and right now I just want to fuck, so shut up and fuck me!" She dropped to her knees, pulled out his cock and took it deep into her mouth. She made long strokes with her lips, swirling her tongue around the tip. His protests and questions gave way to moans of pleasure. Nikki closed her eyes and imagined sucking Jake's huge cock. But all she could think about was how it would feel filling her hungry pussy. She stood up and leaned over the trunk of the car. "Fuck me now, baby, please." And he did, sliding his dick all the way easily into her soaking cunt. He fucked her as hard as he could, wondering what had happened to his wife to make her so horny. She quickly screamed through another orgasm, pushing hard against his cock and clenching tight. That was too much for him to take and he unloaded into her pussy. He pulled out and turned her around, kissing her deeply. Her face was a mess of make-up and dried cum. "Just take me home and I'll tell you all about it" she said. Nikki climbed into the passenger seat, cum starting to run down her leg. As Bill went around to unlock his side, she saw the back door of the bar open. A couple rushed out the back and into the shadows. She noticed Jake immediately. "There he is!" she exclaimed. "Who?" Bill climbed in and closed the door. "His name is Jake. And that looks like the bartender, Alley, with him." "How do you know this guy?" Bill asked. "I don't, but he caught me in the bathroom fingering my pussy. He pulled out his dick and started jerking off right in front of me. I couldn't help it, Bill; I finished and then let him cum on my tits. He has the biggest cock I have ever seen, Bill, you should have seen it." "Oh I can see it from here" he said. Nikki swung her head around to see Alley pull up her skirt and let Jake slide that monster cock into her from behind. Bill and Nikki just sunk down in their seats, hoping not to be seen just yet. Pick Me Up At The Office (Thanks to all who read and voted for my first story recently). Charles closed his cell phone a little after 10 pm and felt a surge of pleasure and expectation run through him. Melissa had just called from her office in the far northern suburbs, saying she was almost finished for the evening and would love to have him pick her up in a little while. There had been a tone to her voice during the brief conversation that Charles knew well… her voice was giving him an unspoken clue that made him leave for her work location quickly. Charles entered Melissa's outer office and was surprised to see that it was mostly dark, and totally deserted. Apparently, and this was not an unusual thing, Melissa had been there later than the other women in the office, working to finalize her database records before a looming annual review. As he opened Melissa's office door, he saw that the room was dimly lit only by the exterior building lights and the glow of the parking lot lights through the windows behind her large desk. Melissa was standing by her desk, and extending her arms to wrap Charles into a lengthy kiss she said, "Baby, like I told you on the phone I am ALMOST finished with everything I wanted to get done today." Their kissing grew in duration and intensity, mouths open hungrily wide and tongues slowly interlacing and caressing. Both of them loved to kiss, and it almost always inflamed them both to amazing hunger levels for the hot sex that they had almost every day of the week together since they'd met. Melissa moaned into Charles' mouth, as the longing she'd felt at odd moments throughout her long office day was surging through her, making her so hot and horny now. Still standing by her desk, Charles moved behind her and stood with his hips locked tightly against her rounded, hot bottom. A woman of 46, Melissa's body was all developed curves, with the ripe shape of a female who was reaching her mature sexual peak and was totally built to act upon it with her man. The heat of Melissa's perfect ass pressing back against him made his cock quickly lengthen and thicken and harden inside his pants; he could feel the first sticky wet dots of his cockhead's precum soaking into the pouch of his briefs. Charles reached around Melissa's upper body from behind and his big hands closed over the lush breasts which filled her navy blue silk business blouse. Lifting their weight and gently kneading them, he felt her nipples instantly harden and heard yet another moan escape from deep inside her. Melissa could feel Charles' big hard cock against the hot globes of her ass, separated only by the fabric of his and her upscale business slacks. Briefly thinking it rather obscene, but growing too damn aroused to care, she slowly ground her ass back against his cock as he caressed her lush tits and kissed the back and base of her neck, sliding the cleft of her ass slowly but repeatedly across his pants bulge in an ancient unconscious motion of enticement that seemed to happen automatically for her. One of his hands reached down her front and cupped her mound over her pants, her legs parting just enough that he could press his exploring hand up between her labia. She was aware of the sensation of her pussy growing wet and swollen inside the tight white Calvin cotton panties she usually wore to work, and she felt her hot hard clit now aching and sensitive. She turned her face partway over her left shoulder and said the words she'd often thought of saying throughout the long day, "I need your big hard cock in my hot cunt, Charles; I want to fuck you right here, right now." Kneeling in front of Melissa, Charles unbuttoned her navy blue pants and let them drop to the carpet. As she stepped out of them, he tilted his face up and ran his tongue across her wet mound, tasting her juice through the darkened soaked panties and feeling the hard nub of her clit against his tonguetip. Her legs shuddered as she felt his licking through her panties. Pulling the wet crotch to one side, he penetrated her wet lips with his tongue, then his fingers…opening her, tasting her, letting her feed him with her pussy. Dropping his own pants and briefs to the carpet, Charles again stood behind her as she leaned forward over her desk and wantonly spread her legs apart for him, presenting herself for their coupling. He loved to see Melissa's upturned pussy, lips swollen and looking like a soft pinkish funnel, an open inky black hole between them. Rubbing his large cockhead up and down the length of her slit a few times, he poised it in the wet portal of her lips and slowly penetrated her, inch by inch into her very tight, silky tunnel. A loud moan of sexual fulfillment escaped Melissa's opened mouth as she felt her inner lips pushed apart by her lover's big invading cock. Pressing back wantonly against him, she took the rest of his long, thick shaft to the hilt in one big push. Melissa's office was filled with the aroma of her hot aroused pussy as Charles pistoned his hard cock in and out of her from behind. Liquid, squishing sounds of his big cock deeply invading her impossibly wet cunt blended with the animal grunts and dirty talk that lovers make when they are lost in their pleasure together. "I love how you fuck me with your big cock," she said. "I'm going to soak you with my hot juices, fuck me fuck me fuck me…," she managed to gasp out between animal moans of joy. Charles fucked her faster now, loud slapping sounds as he slammed his thighs against the back of her lovely legs-- the pure pleasure of this fuck making him almost disoriented as he told her, "I love how we fuck baby, god you're so tight, you're such a hot wet fuck, I've got such a big load of semen for you tonight". Their dirty talk thrilled them both, spurred both of them on and on as it did every time they did it with each other. Whether they were actually fucking, or during their frequent phone sex, they knew all the words that inflamed each other so well now. Melissa's vaginal walls had been rippling along his thrusting cock, but then suddenly became a tight velvet vise as she arched her back and with a throaty cry of female triumph she began cumming hard, soaking Charles' cock in a sudden flood of fragrant hot juices that dripped down her thighs and onto the sedate carpeting of her office. The tight hard gripping of Melissa's cumming cunt was all Charles could take as, with his own loud groan of ecstasy he slammed himself deeply into her and began cumming into her pussy, his ropes of spurting semen slamming against Melissa's cervix and bathing all the deep crevices of her tunnel with his load as his big balls emptied into her cunt. The impact of his hot cum jets against her womb set Melissa off into an even more powerful orgasm than the one she'd barely finished, as crying out, with her legs shaking and feeling rubbery, she exploded hot fragrant juices out of her ravaged pussy for the second time in a minute or two, mixing their cums in the cauldron of her just-fucked cunt. As they collapsed against each other, gasping and panting from exertion, with both their faces shining with the perspiration of passion, Melissa kissed Charles dazedly and smiled, "I told you I had one more thing I had to get done in the office tonight, baby. I had to DO you!"