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The First Sex

By: maverick2010



How it began... losing my virginity.

Just out of junior college I was supposed to be heading to my mother's home town, a small village off the coast of Alibaug near Mumbai. I was to spend a better part of my post examination days to help out my uncles and grandfather to build a new house. The construction had already begun and the foundation was almost ready. My uncles used to come on the weekends to oversee and help.

I had delayed going as I was busy chasing my sweetheart around and whiling away time with my buddies. Finally Dad had enough of it and sent me off. He also told me that grandpa was going to pay me as a daily wage laborer though my meagre allowances will continue. Money was not a problem. Dad wanted me to face the hardships of life. Even I travelled by to school by public transport.

I, my cycle and baggage was dropped off on the ferry wharf on early Monday morning. I lit up a smoke as I waited for the ferry to dock. Someone smacked me on my head and I turned around in anger. Only to find a smiling face staring at me. Milky white skin, as tall as me and lithe curvaceous body went with that face. The culprit in question was my mother's distant cousin's elder daughter. 

She also was heading to our native village for vacations. I was scared a bit to be found smoking but Janu as she was fondly called pulled the stick from my hand a took a long drag herself and winked at me. Elder to me by 2 years she was a desirable babe. Not that I had any such thing in mind at that moment; the next month was going to be different... I had no inkling of what it had in store for me.

We had known each other since childhood and been good friends. Meetings were occasional either during some weddings or summer vacations. We chatted about college life as I was eager to go in to senior college at the start of the new academic year. The hour long ferry ride passed in a blur. In the days of erratic bus service Janu asked me if I can take her along on my cycle.

I willingly obliged. It was a good 15 km ride. Our bags were on my back and Janu settled on the middle rod. It was a bit difficult for me to adjust but Janu said it was okay. My arms were touching her breasts from the sides and legs were grazing the butt while I pedaled. I was completely drenched in sweat when we reached. Janu gave me a peck on the cheek and asked me to meet in the evening with a cigarette. 

Having just turned 18 a few months back I had been around some pretty girls. Though a cousin was a forbidden fruit and an elder one was a definitely off limits. But the peck on the cheek and the twinkle in the eye indicated something else. I felt a warmth rise up my body by the mere thought of her being so adventurous with me.

I finished breakfast and headed to the construction site. Swinging into action almost immediately I began to take charge of the workers. It was almost 5 pm when we stopped. Rs.20 is what I earned for a hard days labor. I forgot about meeting Janu and went off to play with my friends. It was post dinner when Janu sauntered in to our house. I saw the anger in her eyes. She pinched me hard causing me to yelp in pain. Granny started laughing and said you kiddos will never grow up. 

The typical Indian village was off to bed by 9 pm. Grandpa asked me to escort Janu back to her house as it was dark and her home was a bit away from ours. Both of us wanted the same. As we headed back we detoured into one of the palm groves and lit up our smokes. Popping in a mouth freshener I dropped Janu home again to be rewarded with a peck on the cheek; this time the low light reflected a glint of a naughty smile in her eyes. One week passed in a blur and for us the routine was the same. 

There was a wedding in the workers family so the construction was to stop for a day. I mentioned this to Janu who immediately asked me if I can join her to go to Alibaug for some shopping. We decide to cycle as she had managed to lay hands on one too. We were having fun all the way and back. While she completed her shopping I found some time alone to gulp down a beer. My earnings had been good for the week. It was late afternoon when we reached back Janu's home. There was no one around as her uncles and aunt were still in the fields preparing for the next seasons sowing. 

The house was nestled in midst of long rows of coconut, jackfruit and mango trees. Janu motioned me towards the small water tank built near the well to get fresh. As I removed my tee and was facing the tank Janu tip toed behind me and quickly embraced me. Her hands began to move on my body. Though I was scared there was a different feeling too as this was a first for me. She turned me around and hungrily kissed me full on the lips. I too tried to follow what she was doing.

No amount of watching movies prepared you for such events. Her hand snaked inside my shorts and gripped my erect tool. Gaining some measure of confidence I began to press her boobs albeit I was clumsy as she yelped once I squeezed them hard. Then she turned and ran home. I followed after some time. In the meanwhile her aunts had returned from the fields. A hearty snack followed and I headed home. At home I opened my bag to find Janu had forgotten some of her stuff. It was a new bra and panty set. The other packet was something unexpected; it was a packet of the new KS condoms.

From that day our evening romps became bolder. Kissing each other, squeezing her boobs and she gripping my tool became normal. A week after that day we ventured on to the beach. Finding a cozy nook we immediately began to kiss. Janu then opened her shirt and bra. This was the first time I was seeing a grownup girl in a seminude condition. My mouth latched on to her breast and began suckling; Janu started to moan in pleasure.

She then guided my hand into her panties over her hairy pussy. This was a new learning for me. She showed me what was to be done and I began to rub my fingers over her moist clit. The juices began to flow and in a few strokes of my fingers over the clit Janu shuddered and held me in a tight embrace. My dick was painfully erect all throughout the last 30 odd minutes. Janu then pulled down my shorts and began licking my tool frantically. It was too much of an excitement for me as I could feel my spunk being released which Janu licked off entirely. That was my first ever BJ. As we head home through the palm groves, Janu whispered we need to use the packet she had given me. I smiled back and kissed her.

The opportunity came soon; there was a wedding in the village and the groom who was from our village needed to travel to the village nearby was to be accompanied by the entire population which was around 150 strong. We were to get some construction supplies that day; so I stayed back so did Janu citing her periods had started. Luckily for me it was within an hour did the suppliers came with the material. The workers also wanted to go early so we finished the day around 2.00 pm.

My grandfather also had a few hundred mango trees and coconut tree plantations. He also had built a small pool near the well. I had indicated to Janu that we meet there by 3.00 pm. As I headed there I could see Janu already waiting for me. She had stripped off all her clothes and was already in the pool signaling me to do the same. I waded across the pool and embraced her. We began to kiss and our hands followed the usual routine. She asked me for the condoms. Opening one of them she sheathed by erect rod. I was watching her in amazement. I remarked that she is pretty well versed with all this. When she commented that she had a boyfriend in college with whom she had a good sexual relationship. She had broken off with him after some misunderstanding and it was more than 6 months since she had sex. She told me that she had planned to seduce me the moment I she had laid her eyes on me on the ferry wharf.

It was a sight to behold; Janu's milky white complexion was radiating in the sun. Her small firm boobs with the erect nipples jutting out. We moved out of the pool and Janu pushed me on my back. She guided my erect cock into her hot cunt. In a single plunge she pushed herself completely engulfing my tool. I did hurt me at the beginning and so did she feel the pain. Though she had sex earlier her pussy was tight enough for me to feel the friction on my tool. I had never imagined losing my virginity in such circumstances and with such a beautiful babe. I was delighted and excited with the different feelings of ecstasy racing through my body. I began to squeeze Janu's globes and pinch her nipples. 

She began moaning and was riding me hard. She shuddered again like the previous day for first of her orgasms. We both were sweating profusely and panting in the summer heat; it was not enough to make us stop. A few minutes later I could feel another new sensation pulsating through my cock as I ejaculated and Janu too at the same time gripped me tightly. She gently lowered her body on me and we lay in a loving embrace.

We cleaned ourselves in the pool caressing our bodies; kissing each other all the time. 

I was rock hard again in a few minutes and pulled Janu out of the pool. She again took the lead and began to suck my tool. As I lay on my back, Janu moved to present her pussy to my mouth. She asked me to lick her. A new experiment had started for me. I began to return the favor as Janu was taking me to unknown zones of erotica. Each passing moment was a learning curve. Her juices began to flow copiously and she rolled over on her back.

I was still erect and she motioned me to come over in missionary position. I found the love hole and pushed in with some effort. Gripping me tightly with her legs Janu began to drive the pace of our lovemaking. I drilled into her furiously with her lifting her buttocks of the ground to pull me in deeper. Kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples and marking her body with love bites I began to increase the pace. I could sense Janu getting tired and so was I. With a few rapid strokes which made Janu to climax and I also climaxed within a few moments of her. 

Both of us were tired by the act. We lazed in the pool for some time and dressed soon afterwards. We had a smoke and then holding hands like a couple who has just fallen in love headed back home. In the next few days we carried out our tryst almost every alternate day thankfully not getting caught. Incidentally I got admission to the same college where she studied and our lovemaking continued for a long time.

It's been almost 20 years now since that day. We still meet and have sex once in a while though both of us are happily married to our respective spouses.

The First Silence



After doing countless (I lost count) edits of my upcoming novel, I decided to apply what I learned to make my old stories easier to read. This is the first.

*

Cassie came into our lives a little under twelve years ago, a refugee from the SPCA. She was docile and loving.

In the beginning she didn't bark. She was afraid, though we didn't know it. Approach her too quickly and she cowered, and peed. As she became more comfortable, she asserted herself, understanding that she could bark as long and loud as she wanted and she would not be beaten. She would be disciplined, but not beaten.

For the first five years, we would warn guests: beware of the dog -- she'll pee on your feet. She got scared so you couldn't yell to stop her from peeing. Yell and she crouched and gave you even more to clean up.

We slowly came to the conclusion that her original abusive owner had been a mailman.

Cassie was part Chow. They are known for being territorial and she would put up quite a fuss when anyone came to the door. We began to realize that her most vehement outbursts came when the mail was delivered.

It took four or five years before her attacks went postal, sorry. When the mailman, or woman, would come to the door to leave the mail outside, Cassie would attack the door, particularly the door knob. In the last three years she bit off two of the toggles that lock and unlock the door from the inside. Now there is just a hole.

I had to screw Plexiglass to the door to keep her from tearing it apart. That was my last line of defense.

I tried balloons because I had heard they scare the dog and would make her shy away from approaching them. She did. Until the air started to leak out.

I tried that supposedly foul-tasting stuff the pet stores sell to keep your dog from biting things, I think it was bitter apple. Cassie found it a gourmet's delight.

Three times over the years Cassie managed to get out the front door with a mailman in the vicinity. The score: Cassie 3, mailmen 0. We only had to replace one pair of pants.

After the third mailman was bitten, a policeman came around to check out our vicious canine. Cassie was out back at the time. She barked, charged the fence, stood with her paws against it, and licked him. It wasn't just a cursory lick. Cassie wasn't one to take half measures. She licked with gusto. He laughed and we made sure she never got out again.

I have an office in the basement and usually can't hear the doorbell. Cassie would bark with abandon to let me know it rang.

Sometimes I would come up and find she was telling me something else entirely.

"I saw a squirrel," Dad.

"Just wanted to let you know a car drove by."

She didn't actually say these things, I guess you suspected that already. But I have watched her often enough, perched five to seven steps up so she could see out the window in the door, as she would take particular note of the squirrels, cars and even people walking by. There were times I was sure she was just taking exception to the air she could see through the window.

Cassie had a special fascination with squirrels. She would see one in the back yard and long to chase it. I fenced in the yard so the dogs didn't have to be walked and so they could run around, chase each other and play. But Cassie especially loved to chase squirrels.

When she was six, she caught one. She walked toward me with the squirrel in her mouth and a terrified look on her face that said, "What the hell do I do with this?" I yelled for her to drop it. I doubt she understood, but she understood the demeanor. She released the squirrel, which scrambled up the fence and into a tree. Cassie had a relieved look on her face. Thanks for the help, it said.

Then she turned around and chased a squirrel.

Cassie spent many happy hours in the back yard. She loved to lie in the sun. She also liked to jump in the snow drifts. She especially loved to bark at mailmen, cars, squirrels, neighbors, kids walking by, other dogs and, occasionally, breezes.

She liked to bark too damn much. She annoyed neighbors, especially when she went out that last time at night. I had to perfect the quiet yell to get her to stop without drawing the neighbors' ire myself.

Sometimes someone would come to the front door and we would try to speak through the storm door. I'm sure we could have succeeded if only we been able to talk at 150 decibels. Barking was her birthright.

Cassie was not the alpha of our pack, but as we added new dogs, always pre-owned and never housebroken, she would take them under her wing, or in her jaws, and help teach them how things operated in our house.

No blessing comes unmixed. Along with the barking, Cassie begged for food at the table. She was the eternal optimist. We never gave her food from the table, but she always requested it enthusiastically, assuming that this was the time her luck would change. Occasionally, one of the kids would want to give her something but I always told them that would encourage her to keep begging.

"What's encouraging her now?" my wife would ask.

If you were side-saddle, Cassie would place her head on your leg and look at you doe-eyed. But seated normally at the table some guests would be shocked.

"There's something poking at my crotch."

That would be Cassie. None of the other dogs were tall enough. She would insinuate herself, moving her head from side to side if necessary. Some found she didn't always need to be so subtle. Bam! She would slam her head in all at once. Surely that's worth a treat, isn't it?

The treats we gave out were dog treats. We would always make sure they had finished dinner before giving them a treat. Invariably, Cassie was the last done. If she suspected she might get a treat, what was the point of eating the usual fare?

"Cassie, eat."

She'd go back for more and return for the treat. Not done yet.

"Cassie, finish eating."

She would wander over, look at us to be sure we were going to enforce the rules, then, reluctantly finish.

"Okay, Dad, I'm ready." She would get at least two because she was by far the biggest dog.

"You sure there aren't any more?" she would ask with her eyes.

Cassie's biggest downside, though, in our house was that she shed hair prodigiously. I'll take some of the blame on the ill will it caused. My instructions were to get a small dog that didn't shed all the time.

I compared her to a German Shepherd, Great Dane, Saint Bernard, and immediately I realized that a forty pound dog was small.

Looking at her hair compared to a Collie or German Shepherd, it wasn't that bad.

The first indication that I might have misinterpreted my instructions was that when my wife saw Cassie, she broke out in tears.

"That's a wolf." No, she's small and practically hairless, comparatively.

During her entire tenure, Cassie shed everywhere. Any time the weather warmed up, Cassie shed. My wife replaced the carpet on the stairs with a dark color. Every two weeks she would scrape the stairs to pick up Cassie's hair and come up with a ball of fur bigger than a Chihuahua, only because much of Cassie's hair was left elsewhere.

That's not such a bad problem, you say. Just brush her.

Cassie hated to be brushed. You had to trick her to get her in position and she wiggled and struggled to get out.

My granddaughter liked Cassie the best because, "She protects me." She was great with kids who poked at her and pulled her hair and stepped on her, never even snapping.

Most every morning when I came down the stairs, Cassie would be resting at the bottom. She would roll onto her back so I could scratch her belly. She knew that must be the reason I was coming down.

Guests would get her butt to scratch. She would twist around to bump them and we would tell them the meaning of that maneuver. I think she could stand there a whole day having her butt scratched. There was no activity she liked as much.

Cassie retained her sweet disposition. When she walked down the hall, our Jack Russell would jump from her left and nip at Cassie's face. Then she would do it from the other side all the way down the hall. Cassie just walked down the hall with dignity as if nothing was happening.

If the offense required action, Cassie would pin the offender with her paw, and follow up by licking when it was over to signal it's taken care of, we're good.

She would always come when you wanted affection and often when she just thought it was a good idea. If she thought you needed it, she would insinuate herself to provide it.

Each of the other dogs has something distinctive about them: a look, a behavior, an intelligence that surprises. Cassie just stayed quietly in the background loving and confident that she was loved.

Two days ago, when the mailman came to the door, she attacked with her typical fury.

Yesterday she scooted by me and ran down the steps to the basement. I found her lying on her side in her cage. I checked in on her frequently in case she showed some sign she needed the vet. The mailman came and left unmolested. She was still in her cage. I leaned in and petted her.

When my wife came home, I told her Cassie was sick and resting in her cage. She went down to see her and called up that she thought Cassie had died. I went downstairs and found she was right.

Just like the day Cassie came into our house, my wife was crying over the dog. This time, it was that Cassie was leaving, not coming.

I lost it later when I thought about how I would be letting the dogs out before putting them in their cages for the night. Cassie was not going to be with them, with me.

Today I went to do an errand and found the mail waiting when I opened the front door. The mailman had come and gone to a profound silence. It was the first silence of many to come, tangible as a plaque, a photograph or a statue.

I wish I could give Cassie another treat, even if it came from the table. I wish I had given her more treats when she asked. She was happy, but she would have been a little happier.

I hope I remember that when I'm with the rest of my family.



The First Six Months



While some specific places and names have been changed, the events in this story are all true. This is my story, and the story of my love, my heart, my Lord and Master, my true husband. While it may seem from the text to be a tale of lust, it is not. This is the story of our love.

*

I knew he was coming; he should be at my room any minute. I couldn't wait; it seemed like it had been so long since I had seen him last. Even though we talked and e-mailed constantly, it wasn't enough. I heard him walk up to my room and he opened the door. I got up off the bed, so happy to see him; but I also knew I had to wait for him to tell me I could go to him. I was at the same time so scared and so excited I was shaking, I was already wet. I wasn't sure I could stand, I felt so weak. He didn't look at me, he didn't greet me; he just came in and walked around; inspecting to make sure everything met with his approval. I stood behind him, not knowing what else to do, waiting for him to acknowledge me. Finally he did. He circled around behind me, so close I could feel his hard-on, but still not touching me. I could feel his breath on my neck as started to talk.

"There are three rules," he said in a low voice, soft and almost a growl, so sexy I could feel myself getting wetter. "First, you will only speak to me on your knees, and you will address me as Sir any time you talk to me." I nodded. I could feel him behind me; I could feel him moving around to my other side. "Second, you will not fight me, you will let me control your body and you will not resist me, you will do anything and everything I tell you to. Do you understand?" I nodded again, my eyes closed as I tried to conquer the desire that was threatening to overcome me. There was a long pause; I tried to lean back into him, but he kept himself just beyond physical contact. I wanted to ask him what the third rule was, but I knew he would tell me in his own time. After what seemed like forever, he said, "third rule. You will not cum unless you ask, and I give you permission. If you are going to cum and I tell you no, you will beg me to stop. Do you understand the rules?" I nodded again. 

With that he stepped back and sat down on the bed. I shivered with the ache from the loss of contact, slight as it was. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor. "Down." I immediately dropped to my knees in front of him. I reached for his hips and instantly he said, "don't touch me." I felt like I was going to die, I wanted to feel his body beneath my hands so badly. So when he pushed his shorts down and let me take his cock into my mouth it was wonderful. But he didn't let me enjoy it for long before he pulled me back up and bent me across his knees.

How the hell did I get to this position? I asked for it. Well, sort of. Ok, so I'm not really sure how the whole thing started; I mean, I know the events that occurred, but damn it was not what I was looking for, and definitely not what I expected. Master Brenin really wasn't my type at all. I couldn't even begin to tell you if he was good-looking or not, because he was black. And I was raised in a very white, very prejudiced, household. He had invited me to his room one night. Sure, I knew exactly what he had in mind, but I thought it was harmless enough and I figured I would spend some time, politely turn him down, and leave. Besides, I had talked him into giving me a shoulder rub, so I thought I would benefit. Well, I did benefit, but not the way I expected. When I got to his room and he started massaging my shoulders, his hands felt wonderful; and not just because the massage was relieving my tension. And when he slipped his hands under my shirt and pushed my bra strap down, I knew it was probably a good time to reestablish platonic boundaries; but I didn't. And when I felt his breath, his lips on the back of my neck, I knew I should stop him; but I couldn't. And when he pulled my shirt off and took off my bra I knew there was no going back; but he even stopped, looked at me, and asked me if I was sure, if I was ok with it. And I should have said no, I should have thought about my husband, I should have thought about the fact that I was going to have to look at him across the room the next day in the morning meeting, but I just didn't care about anything except the fact that he was making me feel good. And he made me feel good for the next three hours, and then the next night, which turned into the next week. When it came time for him to leave, I tried to tell myself it was because I was going to miss the great sex. But he wouldn't let me off that easily; he talked to me every day, in the chat room at work, e-mailing me constantly, never leaving me alone until I finally had to admit to him and to myself: I was in love. I had tried to fight it, I had to fight myself, my mind, my upbringing. I had fucked a black man for the first time in my life and I had loved it; but not only that, I fell in love with the first black man I had ever allowed to fuck me. 

Held flat across his lap, I could feel how hard he was as he pushed my shirt up and gave me the first slap on my ass. I knew it was coming, I had known for weeks he was going to punish me the first time he saw me again. You see, I had stopped calling him for a few days. I had a damn good reason for it, but I had not gotten permission. And I had voluntarily accepted him as my Master. Even the fear of anticipating the pain was better than the awful silence he had put me through when he had been so angry he refused to talk to me, to write me, to contact me in any way. I felt him lift his hand for the second slap and my whole body tensed, even though I tried to stop it. Then he pushed my panties off so he could spank my bare ass. He didn't spank me fast, or overly hard. He alternated between caressing my ass, my legs, my back and the slaps. Sometimes I would feel him lift his hand from caressing me and I would flinch in anticipation of the next smack that didn't come; because he would merely lift his hand, pause, then gently caress me again. And I started realizing that not only was the pain not so bad, I was actually getting turned on. I had been very worried about how I would be able to accept being spanked, even though it was my decision and my desire, because of the men who had beaten me in the past. The very fact that I was even considering it, let alone being turned on by it with my history was disturbing to me. But I was getting turned on. So much that I started rubbing against him, arching my back and raising up to meet the slaps as they came. So much that I could feel my juices dripping out of my hot pussy. I have no idea how long or how many times he spanked me before he pushed me off of his lap. I fell to my knees in front of him as he looked down at the wet spot I had left on his shorts.

"Lick it," he told me, showing me his shorts. I hesitated, I hate the taste of my own juices as much as I love the taste of a man's cum. "Lick it!" This was not a request. I bent my head and licked his shorts clean. 

He picked up my panties, feeling them. Then he pressed them into my hand. "Do you feel how wet they are?" I nodded. "Open your mouth." I looked at him, and involuntarily my teeth clenched, knowing what was coming. "Open. Your. Mouth." He was getting angry at my hesitation, at my resistance to his demands. I opened my mouth, and he stuffed my soaked panties into my mouth as a gag. He pushed me back onto the bed and spanked me again. "I want to use my belt," he said. I nodded, even though I knew he was not asking my permission, he was simply letting me know. My body, just getting used to the sting of his hand, tensed again at the though of the belt. The first slap surprised me even more; I actually liked it better than his hand. He continued to spank me, making me hotter and wetter. 

Then he pulled me over, with my legs over the side. Reminding me that I was not to cum without his permission, he told me if I felt I was going to cum I would raise one of my hands. And then he bent over me and I closed my eyes as I realized he was about to put his mouth on my aching pussy. Almost as soon as I felt the first touch of his tongue on my clit I thought I would cum. Even though he's a lot rougher than I like when he goes down on me, he's still so incredibly good at it just thinking about it is nearly enough to make me cum. He started to lick the wetness that had formed from the spanking and I had to stop him, I raised my arm. He lifted his head and looked at me, almost smiling, and waited until I had relaxed a little before he put his head back between my legs and started again. Again and again he brought me to nearly cumming, licking me, shoving first one, then two, then more fingers inside me. Slow and then fast, and soft and then hard, licking me and fucking me with his hand. Again and again I had to stop him, raising my hands to let him know that I was on the verge of cumming. I would raise my hand and he would stop, leaving his fingers inside me but raising his head to look at me. "You're cumming, aren't you?" he would ask; and I would shake my head vigorously to convince him that I was not. Did he know if he had so much as twitched his fingers still inside me that I would not have been able to stop myself? Probably. He knows my body better than I do. The heat, the ache, the need to cum was building almost to physical painfulness; but it was the sweetest pain I could ever remember feeling. I loved every second of it; I wanted it to end for the release I so desperately needed, but at the same time I wanted it to go on forever.

Of course, it wouldn't. Roughly he pulled me off the bed, at the same time turning me over and pushing me forward, so my feet were on the floor as my body was bent over the bed exposing my ass. I knew he was going to spank me again. And he did. He used his belt, I could feel even the difference between the sting of the smooth shiny vinyl surface and the scratch of the hard edges with every strike. I could feel my ass getting redder. He was very thorough and made sure that he spread the blows across my entire ass, ensuring a balance: first the left side, then the right side, higher, lower. He was careful to confine the blows only to my ass; careful not to go too high on my back or too low down my legs. While it stung, it wasn't unbearable. Each strike pushed me forward on the bed as I grabbed handfuls of blankets and clenched my teeth in an attempt to not make a sound. I'm naturally a vocal person, but discretion dictated that I be quiet; after all, what we were doing was not exactly appropriate on so many levels. I could feel my ass cheeks starting to burn as he continued. I couldn't see his face, I didn't know what he was thinking or feeling. I only hope he was as turned on as I was. I'm nearly sure he was, he seems to get turned on simply by being on the same planet with me. Not that I'm complaining about that, never in a million years! 

Again he stopped, and told me not to move as I started to push myself up on my arms. I lay there waiting for what was to come next. I heard the sound of my refrigerator door being opened, saw the tell-tale glow of the interior light. What in the hell is he doing? I thought. Maybe he's thirsty. But then I felt something cold against my stinging ass, what took me seemingly forever to figure out was a soda can that he was rolling over the areas he had just abused with his belt. It took me forever, because the sensation of cold can rolling across my burning ass was incredible. Involuntarily I squirmed, trying to press back against the can. He rolled the can across both my cheeks, and then down, just for a second, across my pussy and my clit, then back up to my cheeks. After a few minutes of way too incredibly short of a time, he stopped and I heard him pick up the belt again. And he repeated the process until he was satisfied.

"Get on the bed," he said.

I climbed onto the bed as he pushed me onto my back again. "I'm going to fuck you," he said. I couldn't wait to feel his cock inside my dripping cunt, filling me up, reaching all the way inside me. I should have known it was way too early in the night for there not to be a catch. 

"Do not cum," were the words he said as he roughly thrust himself inside me. Oh christ, how was I supposed to do that? But he was not going to trust me to not cum quite completely on my own. He fucked me; hard, fast, not how I like it, but still it felt so good. I wrapped my arms around him, trying to pull him closer to me. But after what seems like only seconds he pulled out of me again. I couldn't help the moan of frustration, pleading with my eyes for him not to leave, trying to hold on to him and pull him back to me. But at the same time I knew better than to resist him too much, just enough for him to see and enjoy my frustration. 

He shoved his fingers inside me again. Hard this time, not intending pleasure, yet knowing it was going to give me pleasure. One, two, three, four fingers; he was fisting me roughly. I could feel his hand meeting the resistance from my pelvic bones, knowing that I was going to be sore and bruised in the morning. As he worked his hand inside me, he would wiggle his fingers, just a little bit. And as he did so I tried to think of something else besides what was happening to my body, because if I didn't I was going to cum. It wasn't working though, not really. It had been so long since I had seen him, been with him, felt him all over my body. And added to that now were the new and previously undiscovered pleasures that the spanking brought me. I wanted to tell him, just let me cum once and I won't have to stop you for a while. Just let me cum once and get a release, then I'll be good, I'll resist, I promise. 

Finally I couldn't take it any more. "Please," I breathed, somewhere between a whine and a prayer.

"Please, what?" he asked.

"Please let me cum, Master. Oh please, oh please let me cum."

He leaned back a little, not stopping his assault on my pussy. "Why do you want to cum?" he asked.

"I n-n-ne-need to cum. Oh please, " I whimpered.

"Do you deserve to cum?" he responded harshly.

I shook my head, slowly, with a sinking feeling warring with my growing desire. "No," I said quietly. He simply looked at me, watching my face carefully as he was still fisting me hard. I couldn't help myself, I started begging, pleading, half the time nearly incoherently. "Oh, please Master, please let me cum. Oh please, I need to cum. Oh please, oh please, oh please." 

"No," was all he said; coldly, detached, almost impersonal. "You may not cum."

I made some kind of noise somewhere between a cat yowling and a baby crying, but quietly as I could; mindful of both the neighbors and unwilling to incur his wrath for protesting. I felt my body arching up to meet his hand. I took a deep breath, trying to will myself into cooperation with my orders. Trying to relax, to convince myself that I wasn't really just a hair away from cumming.

"You are cumming, aren't you?" he accused. I shook my head vehemently. "You are," he said as he slowed his movements with his hands. I shook my head, even as his hand pressed upward and felt for the telltale contractions. "Oh my god, you're cumming," he said. I shook my head even harder, this time willing every fiber of my being to stop. "No, Sir, I'm not cumming." 

He yanked his hand out of my cunt and pressed it against my lips. "Lick them clean," he ordered. I closed my eyes, preparing myself for the hated taste, then opened my mouth and sucked his fingers clean of my pussy juices. He backed away from me again, watching my face as he leaned over me. My whole body was quivering, not knowing what was going to come next. I wasn't prepared for what did. With his fingers, he slapped my already overly sensitive clit. I winced as my eyes opened wide in shock. I tried to twist away as I felt him flick my clit again. The pain was incredibly intense for such a relatively harmless tap. There was nothing good about it, no pleasure associated with it. But I felt my need to cum dim in its wake. He kept on, slapping and flicking my clit. I knew he wasn't really doing it that hard, but it hurt so badly. And there was nothing I could do about it. Even though I twisted beneath him, I knew he wasn't going to miss. And I knew that he wasn't going to let me go anywhere; I might as well have been bound to the bed. Despite myself, I heard my whimpers.

"You like that, don't you?" he said. I could hear the smirk in his voice. I squeezed my eyes shut, and took a deep breath, trying to control myself. No, I shook my head frantically. He flicked me again. 

"No, it hurts," I said. I don't know if I said anything else or not. I know in my head all I could think was NO, stop; but of course it didn't stop him, and I knew I couldn't say it. He continued until he was satisfied. When he finally told me to turn over, I was unbelievably relieved. But at least I was no longer teetering on the brink of cumming.

Of course, later he did let me cum . . . and cum . . . and cum again. But that first night was nothing compared to the night that followed. Master Brenin loves challenges; I had once told him that he was not the best fuck I'd ever had, and that my best made me cum 13 times. Naturally, Master took that as a challenge he was going to win. And the next night, he did. After three straight hours of fucking in every way I thought I could ever imagine (and some that I had never even thought of), and 17 orgasms later, I was begging him to stop. I had never been fucked like that before, never again would I think Master was anything less than the best. 

Now you may be asking how I went from falling in love to being a slave. Or servant. Or submissive. Or whatever you want to call it. Well, first perhaps I should start with how the relationship developed. It was entirely a forbidden relationship. He was barely with me for a week, or I guess I should say I was with him. I kept telling myself that I wasn't going back, yet every night for that week or so in July, up until the day he left, I kept going back. I would sit across the room and watch him in the morning meetings, look at his long legs stretched out underneath the table, watch him lean back in his chair to stretch and see the outline of his chest and stomach underneath the loose fabric of his uniform and remember the previous night running my hands over him. Catching him looking at me, or discovering he'd caught me looking at him, and exchanging crazy smiles across the room. And finding reasons throughout the day to have to go out on the main floor where he worked so that I could see him, or feel him watching me. Looking for reasons why I had to talk to him. Finding it harder and harder to concentrate as each day passed, but convincing myself it was just the sexual attraction pulling me to him. I even argued with him a day or two before he left, when he tried to tell me I was falling in love with him. It was absolutely crazy; it made no sense to me whatsoever. But the day he came to tell me he was leaving, I felt like the bottom had fallen out of my world; I had to fight myself not to cry. And even after he left, the weeks stretched by marked by e-mails, daily conversations where we learned more and more about each other. Chat room conversations when he told me how much he loved me, missed me, and wanted to be with me forever. And I looked back on my life, at all the times I had so badly wanted to believe men who told me they loved me, and realized he was different. His attention never strayed. Even through my temper tantrums, my mood swings, my manic-depressive rollercoaster of emotions, he was always there for me. And I could not help myself but to be there for him, listening to his pain at the marriage he was struggling to keep from falling apart, trying to give him objective advice about his wife even though I wanted him to leave her so much; but not being able to ask for that because I wasn't willing to leave my own husband and children even once I realized I never wanted to live without him. 




The First Son



*Disclaimer! This is my first time writing and I had no editor. Constructive comments are always welcome, and I would love to know what you think of the story.

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Standing at the police station Ash frantically turned on his laptop. It had only been missing a couple of hours, and he was surprised that the police had even found it. Fuck. He quickly saw that the most important document in the world to him right now, was missing. The computer wasn't valuable in itself, however the file it contained, it worth more than his yearly salary, in the right hands. Hoping against hope that whoever had decided to ruin his life wasn't particularly bight, he took a deep breath and clicked on the recycling bin. Nothing. Shit. Fuck. And fuck some more. He was dead.

Ash had been following his client's girlfriend around and had some pretty incriminating pictures of her, and like an idiot. He had kept the only file of them on his PC. He had no fucking idea who took his laptop, or his phone, and he wouldn't have even gave a shit if his boss wasn't the hard ass he was. He'd seen people quietly 'removed' for a lesser mistake than the one he just made. In hindsight, setting both his phone and his laptops to the single easiest password to guess, Password, may not have been the smartest move.

If he got out of this one with his life, or maybe even his job, he swore he was going to go back to church, and that he would be there in the pew worshiping right along with the rest of the saps. He set his laptop back in its black case, slipped his phone into his pocket, and walked out of the police station. New York has a well deserved reputation for being the city that never sleeps. Its was almost one am and yet the whole goddamn city seemed to be awake. Gathering his wits about him, he strode towards his office building. Working for Homeland security seemed like the dream job, not an average day of work for Ash. And since he was pretty sure this was the last time he would ever do this, he stopped at the doors.

Rising above him at an impressive height was his building, where his boss worked, the very same man who also happened to be his bother. Lance worked at the very top rung of Homeland, and took his job extremely seriously. He wasn't going to be happy about this. Fuck. Ash let out a very shaky breath and walked into the building labeled Bank. They couldn't exactly be obvious in his line of work so the first ten floors or so of the building, there actually was a bank. And although most didn't know it, the most secure bank ever.

The secretary barely looked at him as he passed by and got on the elevator, and yet Ash knew she could have told anyone who asked who he was, what he was wearing, and probably a whole slew of things that Ash himself didn't even know. The fact that he was only twenty had nothing to with his job here and everyone knew it. They also knew that the half the company could have been his, if he had wanted it to be, but he didn't want to be tied down to a career just yet. 

The elevator arrived on his floor and he crossed directly to his brother's office where he knew the secretary had already informed him of his arrival. He knocked once, than stood outside hands clasped. Inside he could hear Lance growl out; Enter.

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A good two hours later Ash exited, after being thoroughly reamed. He still had his job, but there would be no church for him this Sunday; In a particularly cruel turn of events, he had to be the one to deliver the news to the client that he had screwed up. The goddamn President's son. He had been following the girlfriend of the afore mentioned man, for about six weeks. Just as he was finishing up his work on the cheating bitch, his apartment got broken into. And the only two things stolen were his laptop with the oh-so-important file on it and his phone. They were only missing about three hours, the only three hours he allowed himself to sleep. In this, his one moment of reprieve, they were taken from him. He went down to the police station to report them items as stolen, only to find that they were already waiting for him there. But the damage had been done. Ash was no longer in possession of the pictures. And now he had to go tell the First Son how much he had screwed up, on the only job he wasn't allowed to fuck up.

As Ash walked back to his apartment, mind full of thoughts of tomorrow, he didn't notice the the black jaguar passing him on the road, the driver paying special attention to him as he walked. 

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Barley even conscious, he slapped his alarm clock to the floor. He never was much of a morning person, but as soon as he remembered what he had to do today, all he wanted was to disappear underneath his comforter. He allowed himself about two more seconds of self pity, than heaved himself out of bed and got dressed. Standing in the kitchen looking at what it had to offer him, he opted to eat on the way. Stepping on to the forever busy streets, Ash grabbed a bagel and hailed a cab. Once safely inside he checked his phone, mainly to reassure himself that their parting had been brief, but also see if Lance had tried to get in touch with him. No new messages. Shit. He was kind half of hoping for a 'You are fired' text, but he knew the world wasn't nearly that nice to a guy like him. 

"So what a pretty thing like you heading for a motel like this one anyways," drawled out the cab driver, looking at him in the review mirror. Ash, instead of giving this dick a response, stared him down. "Fine then...," the cabbie muttered to himself. Ash hated it when people commented on his looks. Well... he was hott. And in the way that everyone notices. Olive skin, jet black hair and summer green eyes. It really pisses him off, seeing as his job is to observe people without being observed himself. Looking the way he did, it was a huge problem. On most jobs, he had to down play his looks with brown contacts and a ball cap. On personal meetings, such as the on he was headed to, he had to wear a suit. Which only helped to amplify his overall yummyness.

He checked his watch. Damn, it was six thirty already. He was barely going to make his meeting with Vasly, the First Son. The put-out cab driver pulled up to the sad excuse for a motel and stuck out his hand. He payed the man and slipped out of the cab. He brushed the nonexistent remains of bagel off his suit while studying the building. It was nothing to look at on the outside, one dirty building in dire need of being torn down, boasting of bed bugs, cold showers, and a way to high of a rate to stay there. Ash didn't let the outside fool him though, and with sure strides crossed the equally grungy lobby to the elevator. He pressed to button that would deliver him one floor down, and chewed his lip. He was tempted to flee this building and the man who was to meet him here. Before he change his mind, the doors opened and he stepped onto a hardwood floor of luxury. As he passed between the metal detector, two men came up to flank him. They walked with him down a corridor and he took a seat on the plush Lazy Boy in a crude but posh waiting area.

"He'll be right with you", one of his silent companions said and they both departed.

Ash tried not to shift as he was left in the area alone. Minutes passed. Lots of minutes. Just as he was about to get out his phone and check to make sure that he was where he was meant to be, a young man breathlessly rounded the corner. Looking disheveled and flushed, he could tell the guy was obviously running late, as he didn't notice Ash, and went into the office reserved for The First Son. Surely that's not him he thought even as the two men who escorted him here came around to get him couple of minutes later.

He sucked in a deep breath and stood. Entering the office, he immediately noticed three things. First, that the First Son was young. Like twenty something. And that he had on jeans and a printed graphic tee. The second was that he had his feet up on his desk. The last thing he noticed after sliding his eyes around the room was that the First son was also extremely hot.

Huge baby blue eyes, fair skin, and contrasting dark purple hair. 

"Leave us." Vasly was looking right at Ash with a hungry look. A look that screamed of power and dominance. "Now," He barked to his two bodyguards. They stood a moment looking between the First Son and his visitor. Then, realizing that their jobs were seconds away from being terminated, they nodded to him, and retreated. "Sorry about those two, they lack basic manners, but they do their jobs well. I'm Vasly," he said in a much warmer tone and stuck out his hand. 

"I know. I mean, nice to meet you," Ash finally got out and took his out stretched hand. Where his?... They were. Vasly's nails were painted black. "I'm Ash."

Vasly smiled and walked to his chair. "Sit, sit." 

Ash sat. And after a pause he attempeted a smile. He was sure he failed misurably. Vasly looked at him for a bit with squinted eyes, than gave a small chuckle. 

All kinds of alarms going off in his head, he choked out a small, "What?"

This time the First Son let out an actual laugh. "I... Oh, haha... I know why your... hahaha, Here. You just look so scared and small. Hahaha." 

Letting himself to have a small smile he asked, "Really?"

"Yeah. Geez, you really think I wasn't the first to know that my private eyes apartment was broken into?" Now that Ash thought about it, that would make sense. Vasly, coming down from his laugh attack, pinned Ash with a steely gaze, "And I know who did it too."



The First Spanking



She had agreed to meet him after a lot of thought and despite her better judgement. She knew she was doing things she would advise her daughter against - meeting a man for the first time in a place she did not know and with the clear intention of having a sexual adventure. But it was what she wanted.

In the car as she drove to meet him she had felt the mixture of fear, apprehension, excitement and lust growing in her body. She knew that her panties were already stained with the juices that had seeped from her.

Now she was in the room with him and as they had walked through the door he had slipped a blindfold over her eyes - bringing back that fear of the unknown that excited her more than anything. As if reading her mind he had kissed her once, invading her mouth with his tongue and pressing his face hard against hers, and then left her standing alone.

The lack of contact after the passionate physical assault left her mind confused - wanting more but wondering what would happen next. The room was a standard hotel room, so her wildest fantasies would not be realised but he knew what they were. He knew that her deepest thoughts were of being forcibly strapped down and used, of being helpless while others used her ruthlessly and woke in her pleasures that she had not admitted to anyone. Well, hardly anyone.

They had spent many conversations online exploring what she might enjoy and he had forced her to read things that her natural instincts were to avoid. She had followed his instructions and found herself excited despite herself, unsure whether her body was responding to what she was reading or to the fact that she was reading because he had instructed her - and she was submissive.

Now, alone, blindfolded and without contact in the room she knew that she wanted more. She wanted whatever fate he chose for her. Whatever her Master decided she should experience, she would endure with pleasure.

As a hundred ideas seemed to whizz around in her head she was drawn back to the reality of her situation as her coat was slipped from her. For a few seconds she was alone with her thoughts again and then hands undid buttons and zips, her skirt fell to the floor and her top was pulled over her head. He pulled her forward and she stepped out of the skirt. She imagined him picking it up and putting it on a chair back but couldn't know whether or not that had happened. The next contact was behind her as her bra was unclipped and the straps pushed from her shoulders. It was pulled forward from her and her breasts hung free. It was now that she realised that he was inspecting her. She had been aware of course that while she was blindfolded he saw everything, but it was only now that the thought became important. Her breasts were naked and he was looking at them - not in a picture, not via a videocam but in the flesh. She imagined his face close to her nipples and wanted to feel the heat of his breath on her skin, wanted the gentle tongue he had spoken about, the suction of his lips around her and the bite of his teeth. That was what she wanted, but what she got was the feeling of cold metal at her hips.

She remembered an idea he had used once when encouraging her to let her mind free - scissors.

The hard, cold metal moved over the skin at the front of her thighs and rested at the elastic of her pantie legs.

He spoke for the first time since they had entered the room.

"I'm going to cut your knickers from you." 

His voice hit her like an electric shock and she felt her body react to his use of the word knickers. It was what He called them and what he insisted that she call them.

The scissors moved against her skin and she heard the cutting of the material. She knew that he had cut them horizontally leaving the front panel above the start of her moist slit. The crotch material was trapped between her legs and she felt him pull it down to expose her lips. She shivered.

Now she was sure she felt his face close to her thighs. He spoke again.

"Spread for Me, My slut."

Instinctively and without hesitation she mover her feet apart, knowing now that she was totally open to him. Her clit was aching for his touch as she imagined him inspecting her. 

His breath on her wet skin made her jump. It was followed by the touch of his smooth, slippery tongue which lapped at her slowly and then pressed firmly on her clit. His hands slid up both of her thighs and she automatically pushed against his face.

"Enough!"

She heard the control in his voice as his hands and face went from her. The scissors swiftly cut away her knickers and she was standing naked and alone - not knowing where he was or what was going to come next.

She didn't know for sure that is .. but she had a pretty good idea.

He knew what had been her biggest secret - the thought that was part memory-part fantasy that had started her on the exploration of her submissive self. She wanted to be spanked again.

He pulled her forward and she stumbled against his legs, falling over his knees and feeling his body to her left. She was in the position now that she took in her imagination when her fingers slipped between her legs. She was naked, over His knees and he was about to slap the cheeks of her bum. He made her wait before stroking the skin of each cheek in turn. Then she felt his hand lift away from her and the anticipation was almost unbearable.

The first slap came suddenly and was sharp. It landed on the right cheek and stung. The left cheek got the next blow which was immediately followed by four more on each side.

He paused and her body trembled - hoping that he would not stop. She could feel the heat of her skin and imagined that he was looking at her - inspecting his handmarks on her.

She moved on him - she hadn't planned to but her body let her down.

"Harder, I think." was his response.

His hand rubbed her for a second or two and then He started again, slapping over and over, varying which side he slapped and where on each cheek the blows landed, but the spanking was relentless now. He didn't pause in his rhythm, didn't speak and didn't stop.

Her memory and her instincts took over and she lost herself in the feelings He gave her.

He heard her breath become ragged and saw the flickering movements of her legs. He heard her begin to moan - quietly but helplessly and he continued his uncompromising treatment of her. The slaps went on and on as her bum glowed with the heat generated by His hand and those feeling started deep inside her.

Somehow she remembered and turned her head towards Him to ask.

"Please Sir, may I cum .. can I cum .. please?"

She wasn't sure that she could have stopped but she would have tried if he had decided to make her wait. Her relief was overwhelming when he did not.

"Yes, My slut, give Me your cum, give it to Me now."

As soon as she heard His words she surrendered her body to the sensations that flooded it.

His fingers slipped between her thighs and he played in the wet folds as her hips bucked against Him.

He rubbed her and slipped His fingers in and out of her until He felt her body starting to relax again.

Then he spoke quietly and with gentle authority,

"Thank you, My slut."

Her reply in words was simple.

"Thank You, Sir."

The other things that happened - the darker things that he encouraged her to explore and imagine - may be told another time, but that was her first time of submission to Him.



The First Step



My wife Joni and I are very happily married. Part of the reason for this is the fact that we have a great sex life. Early on in our relationship we discovered the joys of uninhibited and unbridled lust. Fantasies and role playing have contributed greatly to keeping those fires burning and have always been an important part of our sex life. It seemed to us that creating a situation in our minds greatly enhanced the ensuing orgasm. It also kept us very creative in our fantasies and allowed for very vivid communication. All of which has kept our sex life very interesting to say the least. 

Another important part of our relationship was the discovery that my wife is the dominant partner and generally dictated the flow of our sexual fun and games. And so it was that after many years of mutual pleasures we decided, one steamy evening, that our relationship was strong enough to actually consider bringing some! of our fantasies to life . Since most of our fantasies to this point revolved around my wife being with other partners while I watched or took part, as she saw fit, Joni decided that our first real life experience would be with another man. The only problem we really had with that, was finding a suitable partner.We spent many a night trying to decide if this type of adventure would be safer with a friend or with a stranger. 

However fate seemed to intervene in the form of a good friend of ours, by the name of Kevin, (recently divorced) who invited us to go camping with him and his two kids. We left the invitation as a maybe as we are both very busy in our business lives and in bringing up our own two kids. Our lovemaking in the nights that followed seemed to be even more intense and in many of the fantasies and scenarios Joni created -  Kevins' name kept popping up. As the weekend of the camping t! rip approached I was wondering if Kevin would be the one to share in our fantasies. 

I was disappointed when it appeared our weekend would be booked solid with one thing or the other. It was quite a surprise to me therefore when I arrived home Friday night to find my wife packed up, and her and the kids all ready to go. I told her that it would be impossible for me to get away before Saturday night and maybe not at all. She smiled, gave me a funny look, and said not to worry. If I did'nt make it up she would see me Sunday afternoon. So I gave all the kids a kiss goodbye and told them to behave etc. As I turned to kiss Joni goodbye she told me to race into the bedroom and put both of the two tops that she had left out on the bed, into a bag which she had left there. She told me that these were the tops she was going to be wearing when the kids had gone to bed. She said she wanted me to at lea! st be the first to see them,even if I may not be the first to see her in them. When I got into the room I saw two very sheer tops,one white and one black. Now, I love to see my wife in sheer tops with no bra on as it never fails to excite me. The thought that someone else might now enjoy the view that had previously been for my eyes only made me extremely hot. It suddenly occured to me that Joni must have put a bit more thought into this weekend / encounter than she had let on. It also occured to me that she was going ahead with some of her fantasies and / or was simply fueling my already vivid  imagination with these props. My hands were trembling as I put them into the bag. My cock also got very very hard. When I turned around Joni was standing in the doorway smiling at me. She slowly walked over to me and very lightly started to stroke my cock through my pants. "And what's making you so hard" she whispered. "D! o you like them that much or are you imagining what I'll look like in them. Or maybe you're thinking about Kevin staring at me from across the fire." I could only groan with pleasure as she kept stroking my cock and talking to me. "I hope this is an incentive for you to get up there in a big hurry even though I know you Won't be there tonite." With that she kissed me passionately, told me how horny she was and told me to think about her constantly. She told me to quickly drop my pants and grabbing hold of my now aching cock she told me that I should try not to come until I saw her again. She quickly dropped to her knees and sticking her tongue out squeezed a copious amount of my freely flowing precome onto it. Staightening she told me to open up and accept her gift. As she slathered her tongue on my lips she told me to remember all the fantasies we shared where she was with other partners and to remember! all the things she made me do in those fantasies. She reminded me that the next cock she saw, held or tasted probably would'nt be mine and that if she enjoyed this weekend as much as she thought she was going to there was going to be a few changes in our sex life. With that she took the bag with her two new tops in it, turned and walked out leaving me with my pants down around my ankles and a cock that was screaming for release. Somewhat dazed I pulled my pants back up and made it to the front door just in time to see the van turning the corner and heading off.

Turning back into the house I began to think of how I could get out of my commitments for the weekend but I knew that would be impossible. Besides I had this feeling that my wife really wanted my imagination to get me through this weekend. Looking at my watch I realized that she had only been gone for five minutes and I couldn't remember ever be! ing so horny. As I tried to make myself some dinner the most vivid pictures of my wife kept popping into my head. Would she really go through with some of her plans or was she just teasing me. I don't remember eating dinner or really any of that Friday nite. I do remember being in a constant state of hardness and was sorely tempted to relieve myself on more than one occasion. I decided to get an early night and as I was getting ready for bed I discovered a note which my wife had left for me.

Hello my darling You have no idea how excited I've been all week, just thinking about what may happen this weekend. I want you to know how much I love you and I'll be thinking about you constantly. I know how your mind works dearest so I know that by the time you find this note you'll be very very horny. I'll bet you've got a big hardon right now just reading this and letting your mind wander. Remember what I said about not playin! g with yourself, I want you really horny when I get back as I hope to have some very erotic adventures to share with you. Remember what I said about getting used to some changes in our love life. I want you to know that I want to get very adventurous and want you to share in these adventures with me. You will have to play by my rules though, no questions, and be prepared to expand your own horizons. I hope this weekend is the first step in our new adventures. If, how wet and horny I am right now just writing this is any indication of the fun We will have, you'd best get in real good shape. Look at the clock on your bedside table dearest and know that at 10:00 p. m. I'll be putting on that sheer white top that you packed for me so I could look real sexy for your friend. You know I won't be wearing a bra. Do you think that Kevin will like my tits as much as you do. Do you think he'll be able to keep his hand! s off them. I hope not! It makes me really hot to know that you had a part in putting my seduction outfit together. I sure hope it works - how about you? I'll let your mind wander now so you can conjure up images of what I might be wearing,if anything, by 10:15 and so on. Sleep well my darling - I love you!!!!

I kept glancing at the bedside table and watched as the hands moved ever closer to 10:00 o'clock. Intense images of how my wife would be setting up her surprise kept popping into my head. As the hands turned to that apponted time I actually groaned out loud and my hand automatically went to my throbbing member. At the first touch I shuddered and came all over myself. After cleaning myself up I jumped back into bed only to realize that sleep was going to elude me. Every time I closed my eyes every fantasy and scenario my wife and I had played out in our bedroom came roaring to life. I must have drift! ed off into some sort of fitful sleep for when I awoke I certainly did not feel rested. I started stroking myself and tried to imagine what my wife might have gotten up to the previous night. Even if nothing had happened the eroticness of the situation was greatly exciting to me and I began to look forward to my wifes return and the start of our new adventures ** Saturday passed slowly and my mind was barely on my work. However as the day came to a close I had already decided against going up and joining the campers. The intensity of my imagination won out and I decided to see if a repeat of the previous nights eroticism was possible. I lay in bed that night knowing that, by my not being there I was giving my consent to go ahead and chart a new course for our love life. My cock was just as hard as the previous night but this time I refrained from playing with myself, as my wifes words kept coming back to me. I knew! that she would have no way of knowing if I did play with myself but I was actually enjoying the restraint even if self imposed. I slept well that night and spent most of Sunday eagerly awaiting the arrival of the troops.

Around 5:00 o'clock the van pulled in and I watched my wife get out, minus the kids, and make her way to the front door. I was waiting to greet her with a hug, a kiss and a huge erection. She looked positively radiant. I knew instantly that something had happened and that I would probably hear about it in a very few moments. Looking right at me she told me that she had dropped the kids off at my parents place for a couple of hours. "I need a shower" she whispered, "go into the bedroom, get naked and lie face up waiting for me." I did as I was told and as I listened to my wife having a shower, my cock just kept getting harder and harder. Finally the water stopped and when my wife walk! ed into the room she was wearing her new sheer white top and nothing else. "Well" she cooed "do you like it". Your friend sure did Are you ready for some stories" I could only nod dumbly not trusting myself to speak. My cock felt as though it would burst right then. 

Joni approached the bed and straddled my legs her pussy inches away from my cock. As I reached up to touch her she pushed my hands aside. "Not till I say so darling - understood!" I nodded and put my hand at my sides. Joni leaned over and lightly blew on my cock. "I don't think I can remember ever seeing your cock quite so hard - is it my new top? Do you like how my tits look through them - you should see how they look in the fire light. Did you get my note?" Again I could only nod. "Talk to me " my wife said. "I want to know that you read the note and I want to know how you feel about all the things I said in it before we go any further".

I! tried my best to explain all the feelings that took place while I read her note and especially how horny I became at just the thought that she was out fulfilling some of her desires.All the while Joni just kept lightly touching my cock and looking me in the eye the whole time.I tried to explain all the images I was conjuring up, how intense it was for me, not knowing just what she might do. How watching the clock approach ten was enough to cause me to climax just knowing that at a certain time she would be doing something which I could see in my mind so vividly. Joni agreed and said that she felt exactly the same way. She asked me if I was enjoying our new game and would I like to continue. I readily agreed and pleaded with her to let me please touch her wonderful breasts. "Not yet" she said "I've got some stories to tell you."

She told me how the kids had a great time and were on the go constantly right up to bed! time where, after a marshmallow roast and a hot drink they were in bed and sound asleep by 9:00. Thats when I knew everything would go just the way I wanted it she said. After a few good drinks Joni said the conversation turned to relationships and how some worked and some did'nt. Joni asked if he was seeing anybody right now and Kevin had replied that he had'nt even met a girl since his divorce. He had jokingly asked if she knew anyone who was interested in helping him out with his condition. And what condition might that be she had replied. At that point Kevin had gotten up to put another piece of wood on the fire and Joni told me she could'nt help but notice the obvious bulge in his jeans. She remarked that it was such a nice night why did'nt she get a blanket and they could star gaze for a bit. Kevin thought that was a great idea and had jokingly replied, that he'd fix up another couple of drinks while she ch! anged into something more comfortable." 

I was so wet when I got into the tent I thought I was going to orgasm right there. I quickly peeled off my clothes except my panties and slipped on my new top. My nipples were so hard they hurt. They looked huge pushing against my new top and were plainly visible. I remember  thinking how much I wished you were there to see me. I was desperately craving a hot tongue licking and sucking on my tits and everywhere else for that matter. I wrapped myself in the blanket and went out to join Kevin. I don't think he was aware for the first few minutes that I had indeed changed into something more comfortable. As he handed me my drink I let the blanket fall to the ground and watched as he just stared for what seemed like an eternity . His eyes never left my breasts and I could see the front of his pants swelling.

With that my wife who was all this time very lightly stro! king my cock asked me if I was ready to hear more and that if I said yes there would be no turning back. I whispered that I could come any second so she just stopped and our eyes locked for what seemed like minutes. "Don't come - don't even think about coming until I tell you that its ok to do so. Reach up and feel my tits" she whispered. "Feel how hard they are. Rub them through the material of my top because thats just what Kevin did." My hands gently reached out to touch her breasts. Her nipples were swollen and distended."Suck them through the material " she moaned. "Suck them till I tell you to stop." She was leaning over me now and the full weight of those wonderful breasts were against my face. I was in heaven as I continually alternated from one breast to the next. "I'll continue now" she whispered sitting back up and gently stroking my cock once again.

As Kevin continued to stare at my tits I asked him! if he liked the shirt that you had picked out for me to wear especially for tonite.He seemed amazed that you would know that I'd be wearing this tonite. Then, regaining some of his composure he remarked that you certainly had good taste. Speaking of good taste I told him, try this. I dipped my fingers in my drink and rolled my nipples through the shirt fabric with it. I did this several times till my nipples were completely soaked. I swear I thought they would rip the fabric of that top. Kevin slowly leaned his head forward and blew lightly all over my soaking wet tits. I could only stand there and shiver as he slowly licked my nipples and then started gently biting first one then the other. I was so hot I could have come right there. I held his face to my tits and told him to suck harder. Somehow we managed to collapse on the blanket and Kevin never stopped laving attention to my aching breasts. You know! how sensitive they are right darling. I could only nod my head as I concentrated on not coming. "He really took over then you know" my wife whispered. I knew she was getting turned on from that look in her eyes and now she started rubbing and pinching her own tits. "Ooh I'm getting so hot " she told me.

"Don't Stop" I pleaded as I tried to envision this whole scene unravelling before me. *** He held my hands over my head with one hand and kept running his hands all over my tits. I kept moaning and begging him not to stop. He had me sit up and then the top came off. He immediately pushed me back down and held my hands back over my head. "what do you want now Joni" he asked me. "I'm so wet" I told him "and my cunt is on fire." With that he began to kiss his way down my body. My hips lifted of their own accord and he slowly peeled my sopping wet panties off me. " Ooh - You really are in heat are'nt you" he whispered! as he began blowing lightly across my pussy lips. Joni pulled herself over me so that she was straddling my face and I was looking up at her dripping wet cunt. "God you're so wet!" I moaned just as she ground her pussy into my face. "Suck it baby - suck it" she cried "make me come like Kevin did". As I continued to suck and lick at her pussy lips she kept moaning how Kevin had used his tongue on her. How he kept teasing and licking in and around her cuntlips until she was whimpering for him to make her come.How he made her pull her pussy lips as far apart as she could so he could get his tongue further inside her and how his tongue kept fucking her wide open hole. Then as he thrust first one then two then three fingers into her wide open cunt and started sucking on her clit she came with a huge orgasm all over those fingers that kept fucking her. At this point she let out a moan and started coming all over my face. H! er whole body just shook. She kept pinching and pulling her nipples and her nectar kept pouring out of her. "Fuck Fuck Fuck" was all she kept saying as she slowly settled herself back down over the full length of me." MMM I just love that" she said. She lay quietly for a moment and then started tickling my still raging hard on. "there's more you know " she said. I just groaned. "It would'nt have been very polite of me not to at least return the favor now would it" my wife asked me. "Certainly not" I croaked desperately trying to hold back. 

After I had stopped shaking Kevin kissed his way back up my body and we shared a long French kiss as I licked all my juices off his face. I peeled off his shirt and flicked his nipples with my tongue but I was in a hurry to get to other destinations. My wife gave my cock a little squeeze and slowly licked her tongue up and down my shaft. I was sure my cock was going to explode but! she quickly stopped and bent over to give me a very salty kiss. "Do you like it darling - do you like the taste of your own come? Thats just what I did to your friend you know. I pulled his jeans off and then his underwear. I'm sure I must have had a shocked look on my face because I certainly wasn't prepared for the size of him. He's huge you know - did you know that? All I could do was gasp and admire it. I grabbed it with both hands and kept squeezing just under the head. It kept getting bigger and bigger and more and more purple. I just had to taste it. I started at the shaft just like this  - Do you like that darling"- I could only groan in response. "MMMM Joni said - I got pretty much the same answer from Kevin too. I worked my way up to that big head and tried to put the whole thing in my mouth. Kevin kept telling me not to stop - that it had been so! long. I tried to take him all the way but could'nt get close. He kept telling me to nip just under the head and apply suction up and down the shaft. I could feel his cock getting bigger and bigger and knew it would'nt be long. I kneaded his balls in my hand and stopped sucking his cock long enough to give them a little attention. Joni kept licking at my shaft as she was telling me this. Kevin kept moaning and telling me how good it felt. Oh how I wanted you there to see me taking that cock into my mouth. You'd like that would'nt you darling - just like in our fantasies. I started really sucking on his cock then. I got it as wet as I could. I kept telling him that I wanted it all and every time I plunged my mouth back down over that cock it got a little bit deeper. And then he simply erupted in my mouth. I think he had been saving it for a while because it just kept coming and coming. I tried to swallow as fast as I could b! ut he filled my mouth completely and I could feel his cum escaping from my lips and dribbling down my chin. Oh darling it felt so wonderful feeling that big prick explode in my mouth. I kept milking him and milking him. How about you darling - are ready to come in my mouth just like Kevin did? Do it now baby! Come all the way down my throat! I want you to fuck my face -come on - thats it - do it- don't stop!" My wifes words were bringing me closer and closer. I just watched as my cock kept sawing in and out of her mouth.I could feel my own orgasm building and then I could'nt hold back any longer. My cock erupted into my wifes willing throat. She eagerly gulped down my entire load and even as my contractions subsided she kept her mouth firmly over my cock. It was one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had. As I floated back to earth I could feel my wife gently kiss her way back to my lips.




The First Step



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Let me say something silly, yet some people don't get it. This story carries and adult theme. If offended by sexual stories, its simple, don't read the story. This story is fictional with fictional characters. These characters will never get AIDS.

A dear friend shared her story with me and I wanted to share this with you. 

Start:

I've always wanted to visit Key West and had been curious about nudist resorts, so I decided we would stay at the Atlantic Shores Resort. The brochure was captivating: pictures of ample-breasted slender young women lounging around the pool. I could just imagine my wife, Beth, naked and surrounded by other striking beauties. I couldn't believe it when Beth agreed to go to a nude resort! I was seriously looking forward to a little rest and relaxation, as well as the obvious visual banquet.

Saturday started out a little lazy. The pool was an immense freeform structure with a large shaded swim up-bar at one end. To my delight, nude women were everywhere. Beth kicked off her flip-flops and asked if I was ready. I nodded.

"Who's first?" My wife asked. I hesitated, looking around. Waiting no longer she said, "I guess it's up to me," and unsnapped her top. She gave me an encouraging smile, slipped off her bottoms and jumped into the pool. I removed my shorts and followed.

I enjoyed cavorting with my wife nude in the pool while others watched. Beth is stunningly beautiful and commands attention, even with her clothes on! 

Finally, Beth announced that she was thirsty, so we made our way to the bar. I sipped my drink sitting on a barstool, but Beth remained in the pool up to her shoulders. By the second drink she was next to me on her barstool, clearly relaxed, feeling at ease with the situation, and very much enjoying herself. 

I don't know what I was thinking, but I decided to watch the game on the TV in the pool-side bar. Beth decided to soak up some sun. She gave me quick kiss and off she went. I just had to watch her as she strolled away. My normally conservative wife was walking around naked like she'd done this all her life! I couldn't help but be aroused! Luckily the bar hid my spontaneous erection. 

Eventually, I lost myself in the game and my cock went flaccid. But at some point I noticed that a man had grabbed the lounge chair next to Beth, and that he was talking to her. As I watched them, a pang of jealousy hit me. But, to my surprise, I had sprouted a new erection. It was difficult for me to sit at the bar, but the pool gave me an excellent vantage point to watch my wife and her apparent suitor. At some point, Beth looked over at me, her eyes asking me join them. I wanted to comply, but I couldn't get rid of my erection! So nudist etiquette dictated that I remain in the pool. After a little while she joined me and discovered my predicament.

Delighted, Beth asked if I wanted to go back to the room. She let me recover so I could get out of the pool. Then, proudly, I walked next to my wife, watching all the men watching her. 

Once in the room, I stretched out on the bed. Beth slid in next to me, placing her leg over mine. She caressed my chest and nibbled my ear. 

"So it looked like you enjoyed the game this morning," she said. I smiled sheepishly. 

"Was it the game or something else?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" I replied, embarrassed that I had been that obvious.

"Well, you seemed to enjoy watching me more than the game. Beth reached down and held my rigid cock. "Would you like to talk about it a little?"

"I'm not sure."

"Well, I can't help you with it if you don't tell me about it." 

I couldn't believe this was happening! My wife had never been one to share fantasies. Beth worked her way on top of me and started slowly rubbing her ample breasts across my chest. Then she began massaging herself against my thigh. Beth looked into my eyes, and into my deepest secrets. 

"So are you a voyeur?" she asked. 

I managed a shy smile. "It was fun watching you at the pool." 

She wrinkled her nose and firmly said, "That's not I asked. Do you like watching?" 

I looked deep into her eyes, "Well, I guess I enjoy both." 

She nearly cut me off, "Would you rather have me, or watch someone enjoy me?" This was my first hint that tonight was going to be unusual.

At first, I just laid there stunned. Beth grabbed my cheeks. "You wanted to come to a nude resort. You didn't seem interested in the other women. I think we both know what you want, and I think its time you admit it -- not only to me but to yourself."


I felt utterly vulnerable and unable to speak. 

"I noticed that you liked it when other guy talked to me as I lay there naked. If you get off watching me exposed in front of others, maybe you want to watch me with others. Are you sure that you're not a voyeur?" 

My body betrayed my mind. I was clearly very excited. Beth responded and began rubbing her bare body against mine, taking care not to stimulate my genitals. She was taking control, and she was asking me to answer a question to which I knew the answer, but was afraid to reveal. I looked into her eyes and felt the warmth of her crotch on my knee. 

"Yes," I replied, my voice husky with desire. 

"Yes what?" she pressed. 

"Yes, it would excite me," I admitted.

She rose and placed her breasts in front of me, and then she placed my hands on them. 

"Would you like to see another man do this to me?"

I hesitated, and she brought a breast to my mouth and I gently sucked a nipple. It became hard instantly. She moaned and pulled me in tightly. 

"Would it give you pleasure to watch another man do this to me?" she continued. 

"Very much," I replied. 

"Would you really enjoy watching another man caress and fondle me? Could you really enjoy that?" She waited for my reaction. 

"I would love to try. Could you go through with it?" I asked. 

"How far would you want this to go?" she asked. 

"I'm not sure. It would depend on the situation." As I answered her, reality started to hit home. We actually might do this!

Beth pressed for more. "What situations?" 

She was now rubbing her groin more firmly into me, and I knew that she was concentrating on her clitoris. She wasn't groaning, but she was ending her questions with audible sighs. 

"I think would depend on who, where, and how comfortable we were. It would also depend on you and how far you want to go with this," I answered, somewhat distracted by her movement. 

"Oh my kinky husband! I am perfectly happy never having another sex partner for the rest of my life. But if you would get pleasure from watching me with another, I would love to explore the options. But I need to know what you want – how you want to take this." I sensed that our conversation might end and I desperately wanted it to continue. It was an erotic confession on both our parts. 

"I'm not sure how to answer. I don't want to offend you or cross the lines of our marriage vows. I don't want to suggest something that would upset you," I answered. 

"I would really appreciate an honest answer," she said smiling down at me. 

She looked a little confused, but at the same time she was visibly aroused. "Would you like me to do this to another man?" Beth leaned forward and gave me a sultry, wet kiss. Her tongue probed my mouth. She pressed her body into mine, masturbating her pussy against my thigh. Then she stopped and looked at me with a questioning smile.

"Yes, that would make me very excited. Do you find the idea exciting too?" I asked. Fear briefly took hold. What if she was going along with this scenario for my benefit? What if my answer revealed a fantasy that she simply couldn't embrace? What if this was some sort of test of my fidelity to her?

Beth grabbed my very erect penis and firmly but slowly began stroking. Again, she looked deeply into my eyes. "Yes!"

She kissed me again. When our kiss broke, she was pulling my cock upward firmly before slowly releasing. She looked at my penis and then looked back into my eyes. "Would you want to watch me do this to another man?" and she slowly continued to stroke me. 

"Oh God, Yes!" I blurted. 

"What if he wanted to cum in my hand?" she teased. 

"That would be hot!" I moaned. "Would you really do that for me?" I asked pleadingly. 

She smiled and kept stroking, slowly and firmly. I was close to cumming in her hand. She sensed it and released her grip slightly. 

"What if another man wanted more than my hand? What if he wanted something like this?" She bent down and engulfed my cock with her mouth in a single motion. She moved up and down a few times before returning to meet my eyes. "Would that be OK?" she asked in a sultry voice.

"Oh God yes," I said, feeling a rush of excitement. Did she know I had thought about this image many times while we had sex? I was breathing much faster and harder now. 

"What if he wanted to cum in my mouth? Would you want him to cum in my mouth?" She squeezed my cock a little more firmly for emphasis. 

"I would love to see and hear that," I said. "Oh God, I am so close!" She kept smiling and controlling the pace. She nodded her head with each stroke and watched my expression closely. 

"What if I get so excited that I want more? What if I wanted him inside of me? What if I was so wet that I couldn't stand it anymore? Would you want me to do this?" She raised her hips and straddled me. She rose up just enough to switch hands, then she slowly guided my cock inside her. I felt the heat of her moist pussy at the base of my cock. She was as wet as I have ever felt. She slowly glided up and down my engorged member. I was barely able to keep from exploding. 

She asked again, "What if I want to do this? Could you enjoy this? Could you really enjoy me giving myself to another man like this?" 

She was in another place now. She held her head down as she methodically ground her hips and mound into me. I felt the swell rising. I was no longer in control. The thought of my wife pleasuring herself on another man . . . The idea that she had been enjoying the same fantasy I had . . . 

She continued to fuck me and I began to orgasm. I couldn't stop. I grabbed her ass and thrust, hard. She began to pant and we climaxed together. "Oh God!" I mumbled. I came so hard I thought I would pass out. She was right with me. She let out a low moan and almost crying. 

Afterward we lay there quietly, her head buried in my chest. I was still erect and she began moving again, ever so slightly. We were both thinking and wondering what the other thought. 

"Well, could you?" she asked without looking up. Her body begged the question as well, as she gave me a little more intense rock with her pelvis. I pushed back, and together we restarted. I held her tightly and closed my eyes. "Yes!"

She groaned and we rocked in unison, fucking intensly. We were like animals in heat. Again, we climaxed together, thinking about the same thing. Then she slid off of me and we slipped into a deep sleep. We were spent . . . exhausted . . . and swimming in sexual after-glow.

We awoke early in the evening, hazy from our nap. Wordlessly, we smiled and kissed. In the shower we washed each other. Then we dressed for dinner and possibly more. I kissed her deeply and looked into her eyes. I knew we had just opened a new door in our sex lives and I couldn't wait to share the rest of my fantasies with her, and her with me. But on this night, I knew we were about to make one fantasy come true.

The end!

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The First Step!



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"Why is Gopal not to be seen these days?" My husband had asked once last week. I didn't answer and instead quickly diverted him to some other topic. 

Somehow, I have been cursing my beloved husband all these days for deciding to leave all the luxuries of Mumbai and settling down in a rather smallish town in the southern most part of India. He wasn't willing to let the lucrative offer go and jumped to grab the new job in a windmill power generation company. We have been settled in this sleepy village for more than six months now and it is only for the past one month or so that I began feeling some discomfort.

Gopal is the only son of Annamma, the poor woman who helped me in the household ever since we landed up here. He looked like a very innocent teenager when his mother brought him to our house within few days of our arrival. He was 19, almost half my age and struggling to find some job to support his mother. Annamma had been requesting me and my husband to help Gopal by fixing him up in some job. 

"I can't get him a job in my company," My husband had once made it clear categorically. "Ours is a multi national company and there is no place for a drop out like him."

I was saddened to see the poor woman returning with plenty of disappointment. I had realized that the whole village held her in very high esteem in spite of her miseries. Somehow I wanted to help the poor woman and his rather immature son.

"If you are so particular, let him help you at home," My husband suggested magnanimously. "Let him take care of your grocery purchase, phone bills, electricity bills etc. Give him some decent money every month so that he can help his mother."

My husband always had a very broad outlook towards life. I knew that he has never been the sort of person who shies away when it comes to helping any needy individuals. I didn't have any objections either as I knew that I can relax more at home rather than shunting between the town and the village for my daily needs.

Although Gopal wasn't looking much enthused about the whole thing, he didn't have any choices and hence started working in our house shortly thereafter. But, it took a while for me to realize that we had taken a terrible decision. I soon spotted that his eyes had begun to stray on me. I even suspected that he had peeped through the door-hole when I was changing once. I couldn't ignore his gestures any longer as he even dared to touch me a few times.

"Gopal, I never thought of you as a grown up young man," I spoke to him in a stern voice. "I am as old as your mother and it is very uncomfortable to see you watching me the way you do."

He stood like a pillar in front of me without making any attempts to explain. I was getting even more irritated.

"I can forget the whole thing if you start behaving properly," I warned him. 

"Sorry Madam," Gopal spoke without showing any emotion on his face. "If I continue working here, I will keep looking at you because, I like you."

I was shocked to hear his admission. It was unbelievable to hear a man of my son's age telling me that he likes me. 

"You like me?" I grimaced at him. "Don't you know I am married? Do you know I have children who are older than you? Do you know how old I am?"

"I do," Gopal nodded his head and began emptying out his heart. "I have started thinking about you for quite some time now. Those thoughts have become part of my life nowadays, disrupting my sleep almost every night. I have never had such thoughts about any girl before."

I stood dumbfounded. He kept narrating unashamed. 

"Madam, I have been dreaming about you all these days. I have..I have masturbated several times unable to contain my feelings. I know it is wrong..but..."

"Stop it," I began spitting fire. "You have exceeded your limits. Now listen, I don't want you to come here from now onwards. Just get out of here and never come again."

I wasn't feeling any sympathy for the young man as he stepped out of my house, a dejected man. I was extremely outraged by his cool disclosure about his desire for me. It took a while for me to calm myself down. Although I was terribly upset about the young man, I decided not to break his mother's heart by revealing the truth. I just called the woman and informed her that I am experiencing some 'inconveniences' and hence can't let Gopal continue any further. Surprisingly, I did not see any significant shock on her face as I broke the news. She quietly got up and walked out of my house without revealing any emotions.

For the next few weeks, my schedules became very hectic as I needed to go to the town once in a while for even small things. Apart from the physical exertion, I was mentally let down after knowing that I have let a curious youngster develop a strange fascination for me. But, I hardly knew that there were a few shocks queuing up for the future.

It all began on a Friday. I had been to the only temple in the village and I could see some people pointing at me and talking something. I heard them chuckling behind my back and although I was puzzled I ignored them all. As I went around the parikrama of the temple, I found Annammal walking a few yards before me and I quickly rushed to her.

"Annamma!" I called out. "How are you?"

Annamma turned around and glared at me. I felt a gentle chill as I gauged the utter hatred in her eyes. 

"What is the matter?" I queried somewhat confused. "Why are you looking at me like this?"

"Madam, this is a temple," Annamma sounded rather rude. "I shouldn't be talking about certain things in such a serene atmosphere."

I was confused and stunned. I wondered what she was referring to.

"I can understand," I tried to reason with her. "I know I stopped Gopal abruptly causing lot of discomfort to you...but.."

"Please stop!" Annamma intervened in a harsh voice. "Don't talk about my innocent son. I know what you have done to him. You have corrupted his mind."

"Annamma!" I screamed disregarding the fact that we were inside a temple. 

"Don't shout!" Annamma snarled at me. "I never imagined that a woman could stoop so low. I know your children are well settled in life. Your husband seems to be toiling at his workplace while you shamelessly entice innocent boys and corrupt them. Once you had enough, you throw them and look for another man."

I wish I could have slapped her. I didn't because she was a very poor woman and because it was a place of worship. I felt as though my nerves were exploding in outrage and anger. It was hard to realize that the rumor mill in the village had taken me as a soft target for no reasons.

"I forgive you Annamma," I said with tears dropping down my eyes. "If whatever you said about me is true, God will never forgive me."

After saying this, I rushed home without completing the parikrama. I collapsed on the bed and kept weeping for more than an hour. I realized that by letting Gopal come to our house, I had given reasons for some perverts in the village to talk ill about me. I couldn't believe that one should pay such a heavy price for being considerate to others. I began awaiting my husband so that I can lean on his shoulders and cry my heart out. When he came eventually, I was much more composed and cool. I gave him a cup of coffee and as he began sipping, I began narrating the whole story. 

He wasn't reacting as I had expected. Once I finished, we both remained silent for a few minutes before my husband finally began to speak.

"As a matter of fact, I knew there was something wrong between you and Gopal," he spoke sending a bolt from the blue into me. " Honestly, I didn't want to make any issue out of this. I know you are alone at home and you need some company to relax yourself."

"What do you mean?" I couldn't believe what he was talking about.

"Relax," He smiled much to my discomfort. "I did ask you why Gopal had stopped coming. You never gave any reply. What do you expect me to presume?"

"What is there to presume?" I fumed in anger. "He is just a kid." 

"But you aren't," my husband smiled cruelly. "If there wasn't anything untoward, you should have told me everything long back."

"That is ridiculous," I screamed. "You don't trust me?"

"Not anymore," He stood up and began walking towards the stairs. "But, I am behaving like a gentleman. I know I am getting old and perhaps can't cope up with your sexual expectations. You are free to bring to as many boys into the house and have a nice time with them. But, I can't stop people from talking anything about you."

"You killed me," I shouted at him as he went upstairs without minding my tears.

I couldn't believe that my husband had suspicions about my fidelity, that too after 27 years of marriage. It was a terrible feeling, to realize that the whole world had turned against me for no reason whatsoever.

The next few days almost drove me to the edge of frustration; even I thought of killing myself in depression. My husband like most people in the village had concluded that I had some illicit affairs with Gopal. As days passed by, my frustration began taking all the ugly turns, loosing all faith on everything around me. It looked although I was living in a void, before Gopal returned again. 

It was around afternoon when he knocked at the door. I hesitantly let him in although I shouldn't have. He looked miserable and his unshaved face suggested that he was getting his own share of the rumor mongering inside the village. He quietly sat down on the chair and lowered his head in embarrassment.

"Are you happy?" I asked him with a wry smile. "Your people have made me look like a prostitute."

Suddenly, he looked up and gazed my eyes. He stood up and grabbed me around the waist pulling me closer to him. Before I could realize, he was kissing me full on my mouth ignoring whatever protests I was making. He broke the kiss and gasped for breath.

"This is a lousy village with lousy people," Gopal mumbled. "There is no point in being truthful to people who don't deserve."

I began listening to him without bothering to push him away. He was speaking like a man and not the young immature guy anymore. 

"Don't shed tears," He roared. "There aren't many who would wipe them. You live once and try living happily."

He pulled me again and began drawing my lips inside his mouth. I still wanted to protest but instead I was kissing him in frenzy. Again it was he who broke the brief kiss. 

"Come on," he whispered into my ears. "Let us do it." 

"Gopal, but it is immoral," I tried to reason without reason.

"You are being called a slut now," He chuckled. "There can't be anything immoral for a slut."

"We are decades apart," I whimpered in his grip.

"That's what fascinates me," He tightened his grip on my waist and planted a kiss on my neck. I quivered. 

"Come on," he urged. "Let us go inside the bedroom."

Easily brushing off my meager protests, he took me into the bedroom and slowly pushing me onto the bed. He leaned forward and began kissing all over my body again letting his warm lips travel through my skin. 

"I love you Gopal," I murmured involuntarily. I wasn't resisting him. 

He was quick to gauge my mood and began making more advances. His lips searched mine and I closed my eyes as we kissed for quite a while. His hands strayed on my waist and moved upwards searching for my breasts under the blouse. I gasped and hugged him tighter as he began cupping my breasts and giving them very gentle squeezes. 

"Kaushalya," Gopal ordered. "Take off your clothes."

I obeyed him like I was spellbound. I watched him take off his clothes in a hurry while I got rid off my sari, blouse, bra and petticoat one after the other. When I eventually gave up my panties, he pounced on me and our naked bodies clasped together.

"Come with me," he murmured into my ears. "Let us live like a man and a woman. Forget everything. Let's start a fresh life."

He was nuzzling my breasts with his face while his lips trailed around my nipples. I was arching my back in joy as he sucked and licked my hardening nipples. I was gasping in absolute pleasure. The excited young man kept hugging me, teasing my breasts and groaning out of pleasure. He pushed me onto the bed and got between my legs and kissed my womanhood. I squirmed feeling his hot air blowing on my wet pussy. I was relenting more and more by spreading my legs to let him get as close as he could. 

I began moaning aloud feeling his warm lips brushing against my cunt lips. I jumped as his tongue began teasing me causing a momentary discomfort. He was chanting my name while his mouth went about giving my pussy the treatment it deserved. Suddenly, he stuck two fingers and eased them inside my soggy pussy while he kept licking around my pussy lips. I was panting deliriously as his fingers moved in and out of my pussy in lightning speed. Finally, I erupted and came all over his face and fingers although he didn't seem like stopping. I began experiencing waves of pleasure striking me one after another as he kept sucking and stroking my clit hard and fast. 

I pushed him completely over my naked body and hugged him close against me. My hands reached down and searched for his manhood. It was rather huge and hard as a rock. I began stroking his dick by holding it in my hand. It was my turn to give him the pleasures of oral sex and I readily reached out to his throbbing dick after pushing him aside on the bed. I began licking the head of his dick by motioning my lips all over the huge meat and soon I was able to take almost the whole of his rod inside my mouth. While I had his dick wrapped around by my hand, my mouth moved up and down on his wonderful shaft letting his huge tip hit my throat. My other hand went about massaging his balls which felt like swelling gigantically. 

Gopal was gripping my head and forcing me to move up and down his shaft grunting all the while. I was sucking his dick for all its worth until he exploded into my mouth sending thick loads of his young semen into me. He was groaning aloud as I kept sucking his dick looking for even the last drop of his cum.

"That was a wonderful blowjob," Gopal said with his eyes lit up in admiration.

It took a while for both of us to settle our breathing down. We hugged again and Gopal quickly leaned forward to grab my right nipple with his lips. I was more than willing to let him have a go again and I hefted each of my breasts inside his mouth allowing him to go on a sucking spree. 

"Didn't I tell you? You are enjoying now," He said with a cheeky smile. 

He pushed me further on the bed making me lay down on my back completely. He wasn't jumping on me at once but instead let his fingers stroke my skin all over my body.

I pulled him over my chest and planted a kiss on his forehead. He positioned himself between my legs and began stroking his cock against my pussy lips. While I quivered and groaned, he eased his monster into my wet snatch and drove it a couple of inches deep inside. He humped a few times letting his member plunge deeper inside my cavity and once he did, he began motioning his dick in and out of my pussy with amazing ease. His eyes were shamelessly gazing my naked breasts which were jumping as he fucked me. I was blushing a bit although I kept enjoying the feel of his monstrous dick plundering my pussy. He was picking up the momentum all the time and I felt his dick hitting my womb deep inside. I was panting, moaning and blabbering as he went on a rampage fucking me like a demon. 

My hands reached out and gripped his waist not to let him move away from his position. I was moving my waists up against his body giving him better access to hump on me. He went harder and deeper while I kept pulling him hard all the time. My legs went around and wrapped his ass cheeks letting him grind his hip as he kept pounding me. The whole room was echoing with the noise of our moans and groans. His thighs were clasping against mine while I could feel his balls touching my ass crack. I began feeling the burning sensation running through my spine from my vagina. I knew that I was on the verge of exploding and grabbed him a lot harder than before. With my knees weakening and my body trembling, I watched him fucking in frenzy. I screamed in pleasure realizing that I had approached my climax and I could sense his dick swelling inside me. My pussy was clenching his hard dick as he exploded into me with a long groan. The simultaneous explosions were sending shivers of pleasure all over our bodies. Our bodies stiffened for a moment before we felt as though we were deflated on the bed. He collapsed on my chest and I gleefully hugged him close enough.

"Gopal, you were simply superb," I murmured. He smiled.

A few minutes later, I could see a few people standing at a fair distance watching our house. I obviously realized that they wanted to see Gopal moving out of the house so that they would get some interesting topic to discuss for the next few days. 

"Gopal, you must leave through the backdoor," I instructed. 

I dressed myself up, came out of the main door, locked it from outside and began walking down the street. I was amused to see the disappointment on the face of those curious onlookers. They badly wanted to see my paramour coming out of my house. 

I smiled to myself. After all, I have learned the lessons the hard way. As I kept walking, I knew that I have taken the first step to being a cheating wife.



The First Step



Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Turn.

Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Turn.

Kayden's feet were wearing a path in the floor of her hotel room but she couldn't stop. Conner was going to be there any second. He had already called her a couple of times on his way over to inform her where he was. He was about ten minutes out the last time he called and that was, Kayden checked her phone, 8 minutes ago. Her heartbeat quickened at the realization.

On her way back down the hall, she checked herself in the mirror one final time. Her long red hair hung perfectly straight, framing her pale face. Her dark eyes were delicately painted with pinks and whites to match her formfitting shirt with a line of black eyeliner to match the black undertones in her hair. She had on dark blue skinny jeans that clung in all the right places and sandals that showed off her black toenails which just so happened to match her perfectly manicured hands, per his request. The low-cut shirt allowed for a little bit of cleavage and she had on a silver necklace drawing attention to her prominent collarbones and jawline.

Sighing at what she saw, it dawned on Kayden that she could not do this. Conner was safe when he was 3000 miles away. Now, their love and their relationship were becoming very, very real. This was the first time she would ever see him. And this was the first relationship of this ... type that she had ever entered.

Could she do it? Could she be spanked, tied down, and called names? Could she follow orders and make him happy? Could she handle the level of control he wanted to exert; wanted her to give up? It was easy to do on the phone but could she let him take that control? She didn't have time to answer herself before there was a knock on the door.

Oh shit. 

Only feet away, Kayden answered the door within a matter of seconds. She felt her breath catch as she watched his eyes light up. There he was. She knew what he looked like from pictures but it was even better in person. He was taller than her, about 6'1″. He had dark hair, dark eyes, and dark skin. He had a strip of facial hair that accentuated his strong jawline and he had broad shoulders and a broad chest.

It felt like a lifetime that she stared at Conner but, in reality, it was only a matter of seconds before he had crossed the threshold and wrapped her in his arms. Oh God, she thought, he smells as good as he looks. If his arms hadn't been around her, Kayden would have fallen. Over and over again, he whispered how much he loved her and how beautiful she was.

"So beautiful." he whispered, his voice breaking. It was like he couldn't stay still. He couldn't get enough. He went back and forth between running his hands over her body and running them through her hair; running his lips over hers and running them over her neck, chest and throat.

She kept trying to pull back. She wanted to see him. "You're here ..." Kayden heard the shock in her own voice. "You're real." Now, it was her voice that was breaking.

"Yes, baby," he murmured against her mouth in between kisses. "I'm real." His arms snaked around her once more as he lifted her up. "I'm very real." This time, he said the words against her neck. "And, I love you very much."

"I love you, too, Conner." She sighed in deep, deep contentment as he laid her on the bed. Her legs automatically spread and he crawled onto the bed in between them and positioned himself over her. It was almost as if she could sleep. There had been so much to worry about; so many scenarios to run through. Now, though, he was there and nothing else mattered. Kayden felt a wave of peace she had never felt before.

Her mind may have been shutting down but her body was very much awake underneath his. Conner ran his hands over her body and, when they reached her hips, her hips rose and pushed into his causing her to gasp at what she felt between them. He pulled back, rising up to look her over, and Kayden felt the atmosphere change immediately. Subconsciously, she averted her gaze.

"Strip." 

Conner's simple command left her breathless. All too willing to comply, she unhooked the button of her jeans and lifted her hips to slide them off. She looked up then and could see the desire in his eyes; hear it in his breathing. Never before had she reacted so violently to a look. Her heart sped up, her face flushed, and she reached for him. Desperate for his touch, she tried to pull him down but he was unmovable, only an eyebrow raising as a warning for her to behave herself. Staying upright, he pulled her jeans all the way off and smirked when he realized she was holding her breath.

"Breathe, baby." He whispered, followed by, "That's a good girl. My good girl." when she obeyed. 

Knowing what was expected of her, Kayden whispered, "Yes, sir." and averted her gaze. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him motion for her to sit. When she did, he deftly pulled her shirt over her head.

And then, Conner did what he did best; what only he could do. He dominated her. Sliding her panties to the side, Conner stroked the length of her pussy and watched her writhe beneath his touch. He shook his head and pushed her hips back down to the bed with his free hand. "Still, love. And silent."

His lips found hers as he slid his hand around her back to undo her bra. Instinctively, she arched towards him, her nipples already hard in anticipation. Quickly, Conner pinched both of her nipples in between his thumbs and index fingers.

She met his gaze, then. She felt no pain, yet, but his forward movement shocked her into looking directly at him. After a few seconds, maybe five, she felt it. It started as a dull burn and quickly moved into a fire. She could focus on nothing but the pain.

Conner watched, fascinated by the emotions that played across Kayden's face. Shock, arousal, pain, fear, pain, desire, fear again, and then acceptance. Once she had reached the expression he was looking for, Conner let go. She inhaled sharply as the blood rushed back to her now sensitive nipples.

His left hand snaked around her body to pull her head back by her hair. "Do you remember how I asked you to wear your hair, slave?"

Her eyes widened as she did. "Up, sir." Her response was barely a whisper.

"Is this up?" his question was quiet, his tone as well but Kayden knew he meant business. 

"No, sir." She winced as his hand fisted in her hair, pulling it tight against her scalp and causing her back to arch. As suddenly as the pain came, it left. 

She bit her lip as she watched his contemplative eyes roam her body before he gently pushed her onto her back. He grabbed her wrists, crossed them and placed them above her head. Her eyes widened. They had discussed bondage but she wasn't sure how she felt about it yet. 

"Don't worry, Kayden. I'm not tying you down. But, by the time I am done with you, you will wish I had." He tamed her fears with one sentence and reignited them with the next. Kayden gasped and then cried out as he spread her legs and nipped her earlobe.

"We're going to play a game, slave. You" he accented the word with a stroke to her clit "are going to keep your hands right where they are - as if I had tied you down while I" he accented this word as well, rubbing slow circles over her clit "make you cum. Over and over again." 

These words were spoken into her jawline while he nibbled across it as his thumb continued to massage her clit. Her hips bucked and she breathed his name as the first orgasm rolled through her. His hand grabbed her wrists just before her wrists could leave the bed.

"Nu-huh, slut" he chided gently. "Your hands stay right where they are. You see, my slave, once your hands do leave this position, I am going to spank you for every orgasm you have." His hands left her wrists. "Luckily for you, since you already have, you do not need permission to cum."

Kayden whimpered. It was a game she was designed to lose. Her breath hitched at the thought of him spanking her. He knew she loved the idea. She knew he loved being in control. This 'game' allowed them to have both.

She didn't have time to analyze for long before she felt a finger slip into her. At the same time, his other hand left her wrists and found the nipple his mouth wasn't on. She bit back a scream as her hips met the second finger that he slid into her. She had to focus hard on her wrists while her hips matched his hand stroke for exquisite stroke.

He set a fast pace, reveling in watching her concentration war with her desire to succumb to the pleasure. He knew the second that the pleasure completely won out, the game would be over.

"I'm going to cum, sir." She whispered as her walls tightened around his long fingers. His thumb pressed against her clit and began fast, small circles as the fingers inside her found her g-spot over and over. Soon she was screaming "Again" as yet another orgasm rolled through her tiny body.

Conner watched her back arch, watched her stomach muscles tighten, watched her legs shake and knew he would have to up the intensity if she was going to lose anytime soon. She was already at three and he wanted her to be able to sit comfortably tomorrow.

He pulled his fingers out but continued gentle circles on her clit. Conner's mouth met hers and tugged on her lip, earning him one of the sexy moans he loved so much. Her mouth melted into his as she welcomed the reprieve. Placing his free hand on her clit to continue the gentle assault, he slipped his now wet fingers into her warm mouth.

"You know what to do."

Her eyes met his as she cleaned his fingers and Conner knew Kayden would be her undoing. His eyes darkened as her tongue swirled around the tip of his fingers and she nibbled ever so gently on the pad of his index finger.

Taking back control, Conner's mouth began a slow descent down her body. He swirled slow, lazy circles around her nipples in time with the thumb still on her clit which elicited a slow-rolling orgasm, with no warning. "Good girl." He smiled against her nipple. "That's my good girl."

"Thank you, sir. And thank you for the orgasm." Was her automatic response and it came out as a moan as the orgasm came to an end.

One more. He told himself. She can only handle the punishment that will come with one more.

He placed kisses randomly down her body until his mouth was where he wanted to be. His tongue ran the length his finger had when she first laid down before settling on her clit. This brought a much stronger reaction than his hands had. Her hips automatically bucked and she said his name sharply.

Remembering how she had told him she liked it (an order she had not liked) Conner stuck strictly to her clit, flicking it with his tongue quickly and consistently. Within minutes she was writhing and quite literally screaming under him.

"Sir please!" She begged.

Conner smiled, loving the habit of requesting permission that had already formed. He nodded his head, knowing she could feel it and flicked his tongue once more. Immediately, her legs and abdomen stiffened and she was cumming for him. With the orgasm, he felt her hands rest on the bed by her sides and dig into the sheets.

Smiling, he licked the length of her sensitive, swollen pussy before rising to look over her. "Tsk tsk tsk" he admonished, shaking his head. "Game over, babygirl." He pulled her up quickly. "Roll over. Ass in the air."

Her eyes flashed to his, the fear in them obvious, as she did as she was told. "Five for each orgasm. Five orgasms. Do the math." His tone was fierce, his hand already resting on her ass. "Fifteen with my hand. Ten with my belt. There is no need to count the first fifteen." He smacked her hard after a moment of silence. "Am I talking to myself?"

"No, sir. I am sorry. Yes, sir."

He said nothing else. The first two were gentle, one on each side. After that, they became rougher and rougher, alternating each side but remaining in the same sit spot. By the time he reached fifteen, her breathing had become shallow and she was gasping out with each swat. She had two red circles on her ass where his hands had been and no other sight could have turned him on more.

Her legs began to shake at the knowledge that he was switching implement. "You must count these ones, my slut." He said, his hands rubbing her back. He knew she wished he was rubbing her ass, soothing the burn, but that was not his style.

She shivered as she heard his belt leave the loops of his jeans. "Yes, sir."

...

The first stroke came out of nowhere, causing a shocked scream before "One. Thank you, sir."

He kept the pace inconsistent and ran the strokes from the top of her ass to the bottom of her thighs careful not to overlay any strokes. She screamed out with each one but remembered the proper response. By the time he had completed this, he had three strokes left.

"These last ones will hurt, Kayden. Not because you did anything truly wrong but because I want them to and I can. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." Her voice was weak but she had not yet shed a tear, something Conner knew would change within thirty seconds or so.

"There is no need to count." Conner didn't truly think she would be able to focus enough and he didn't want to have to add more for miscounting.

CRACK

There was a split second of shocked silence before Kayden screamed and let out a sob as the blow landed on the fleshy part of her already sore ass. She knew better than to beg for a break but she came very close.

CRACK

She didn't have time to think past that before the second of the last three strokes landed on her sit spot causing her to scream again, tears now falling freely. 

One more. She told herself. One more.

CRACK.

The third and final stroke landed on the back of her thighs, causing her legs to shake and her body to give. Conner lifted her sobbing body from the bed and rocked her in his lap, wary of her ass and thighs.

"Thank you, sir." Kayden sobbed, remembering her lines. Her breathing calmed as he rained kisses over her face, drying her tears. 

"You're such a good girl, Kayden, but I am not done with you yet." He came very close to laughing at the look of sheer panic that crossed her face as he helped her to her feet. 

"Kneel." 

Her breath hitched at the request as she immediately fell to her knees. There is this indescribable feeling that comes over a sub when a dom gives one worded orders and she let the pleasure and excitement (tinged with the smallest level of fear) course through her as she waited for his next command. 

Kayden gasped as he exposed himself. She knew he was big, but the pictures had not done him justice. 

"You have some thanking to do, slut."

Needing no more invitation than that, Kayden slipped her hands around the base of his cock and flicked her tongue over the head. 

"Stop." 

She pulled away confused and watched him remove his tie. 

"Hands behind your back." He tied the tie firmly around her wrists when she complied and pulled her face gently to his using her hair. 

"Your mouth only." He said firmly after searching her eyes for fear and finding only lust.

"Yes, sir." She shuddered.

Again, her tongue found the head of his cock and she wrapped it around him in slow, lazy circles, letting her tongue ring (an order she had liked) flick over the very tip. Slowly she took him deeper and deeper until he was down her throat and her nose almost touched the base that he had so considerately shaved for her. 

Without warning, he fisted his hand in her hair and pushed her down the final inch, so all eight inches of him was in her mouth. 

"Good girrrrl." He moaned using his hand to guide her up and down his throbbing dick. Faster and faster he fucked her until tears rolled down her eyes, ruining her make-up and making her look all that more delicate. 

In one swift movement he pulled her off of him and to her feet by her hair, causing her to arch her back. 

"Thank you, sir." She gasped, searching for air. 

By her hair, he threw her onto the bed. "Ass in the air again, slut. Knees apart." 

With no warning, he slammed into her from behind causing her to cry out. 

"Thank you, sir." She moaned as she adjusted to this level of full. 

He didn't give her long. Pulling her head up by her hair, he fucked her fast and hard. Never letting up, her screams and is grunts matched his vicious pace. 

"Please." She begged. "Please let me cum." 

"No," he snarled letting go of her hair and smacking her ass "not yet."

"Ohhh God. Please. Please. Please." 

She begged with every thrust until he finally slammed into her HARD one more time and hissed "Now." 

She screamed his name as she felt him fill. Her walls tightened around him and milked his cock as she screamed through her orgasm. 

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." She whispered, unaware her words were turning to sobs. 

Conner watched her unravel in front of him for a minute. Her ass in the air, covered in welts. Her hands tied behind her back with his tie. Her pussy stretched and dripping both of their pleasure. Eyeliner streaming down her face mixed with the tears of her pleasure, pain and exhaustion. 

This. 

This is why he became a dom. 

And why he loved her. 

Quickly, he untied her hands and crawled into bed with her. He pulled her to his body, wrapped his strong arms around her and let her cry it out.



The First Step Into Darkness



This is a continuation of my first story "The Beginning". Thanks to all the feedback. I have tried to improve.. Please keep your comments coming..



The other guys then one by one colored my face and in return I put color on them. There were 5-6 of them, and a few were bold enough to go beyond my neck. I was a little taken aback, but for some reason extremely wet down there. I couldn't understand what I was feeling, but I kind of enjoyed it i guess. Later when they left, I came out and played with my neighborhood people, who could notice the hands of my boyfriend all over my body. But none of them had the courage to touch me anywhere except my face, whereas I made sure I colored as much as i can. I could feel their eyes on the bare legs and the slight cleavage, but that is all they could do, stare.

I came back home, went to the bathroom and stripped myself naked to see my self in the mirror, and I could see hands all over my body, i closed my eyes and let open the shower. My fingers had found their favorite spot and were having a mind of their own. I kept thinking about the incident and got myself a massive orgasm. I wanted to feel more. That night when he called, he asked me if I liked it, and I said yes. He just somehow knew I would. We talked about it and then made love over phone (yes, it was very popular at one point of time). I made him say my name as he cummed and did the same for him.

After that day, something had changed. My friends started being even more open and flirty with me. Rahul (my BFs name if you are wondering) became a lot more touchy feely infront of them, he even kissed me a few times infront of them. One day, we were sitting in the class, it was Chemistry and I was half asleep. My mom had finally agreed to me wearing a bra under my school uniform. Rahul and his friends used to sit in the row next to me and my friends, Priya, Sonal and Parul. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I felt a hand tugging my arm, and I saw Priya passing me a chit and motioned towards Rahul, saying that he gave it. I opened it and read it, and suddenly went red in my face. In it was written "before the next class starts, I want your panties in my pocket".

My mind started thinking how to do it. Suddenly i was wide awake all senses aware of the people around me and the leering eyes of Rahul and his friends, it was evident that they had read the note. I felt a bit angry at him for not respecting me, but the challenge and the sheer power it gave me over their mind made me smile and get up just as the class ended. I had written a note on the same paper and dropped it on his table before going out. He opened it and all his cheap creepy friends crowded to read it. It said "you have to come and take it if you want it.. ". I walked out of the class room and soon found him walking behind me. There was this under construction part of the school building, I walked towards it and stood behind a half constructed wall, that was covering the view from the main building but was quite open on the other side. There was usually no one there, the construction work happened after school hours. Soon he came there and I smiled at him. No words were said, he came close kissed me like a wild animal mauling my breasts till I moaned in pain. i took his hand under my skirt and made him go down and take off my panties. He slid it down my thighs and legs, and I could feel the wetness travelling down. I stepped out of them and he picked it up and smelled it. I smiled and walked back to the class. He never let me wear a panties in class after that, well expect for those days of the month. Anyway, we started experimenting more, skipped school a few times and went to the movies where he would make full use of the dark, and sometimes even ignoring the lack of privacy. 

I wanted to be touched to be fondled, but we both lived with our families and it was difficult to sneak out often. One day we were supposed to meet at a multiplex a little far away from your school, so I had to take a bus, I was standing at the bus stop getting the usual stares from the middle age men and a few comments here and there from the younger guys. I had come to realize that school girls are a big turn on for many older men, I found that a bit creepy and equally interesting. the bus came and it was a bit crowded. Me and a man around 48-50 entered the bus. There was no space to sit and very less to stand either. So I found a little empty space in the back and moved there, that guy also followed and stood just behind me. More people came in and my idea of standing at the back of the bus suddenly didn't seem all that smart. Ten minutes into the journey and I was surrounded by men from all sides, many of them smelled of sweat and were either construction workers or middle age men going to work. 

Suddenly I felt something on my side just around my waist. It was tht old man's hand, at first I thought he was trying to hold the seat next to me and in the process coincidentally touched my body. I had my doubts which were soon proved right as he moved his arm further up, trying to touch my breasts with his elbow. I smiled inside and almost felt pity on him. Poor old man, he must have not gotten anything from his wife lately, he was as old to have a daughter my age anyway. I just stood there, and soon he became bold enough to constantly rub his elbow on the side of my bust. I wouldn't say i was not enjoying it myself, but this was too public and with a complete stranger, but still I could feel myself getting wet. His stop came and he had to go, but before he left he looked up at me, and I gave him a really nice smile that would have made his day, and a few coming nights as well. My stop was still a bit far, and suddenly i realized that this little play between me and that old guy hadn't gone unnoticed and 4 of those construction workers were smiling at me with those, lusty, demeaning eyes, and before I could react I was surrounded by them. More people came in and I was pushed towards them.

I suddenly felt my bag getting lighter and soon a very hard rough hand was between the bag and my back. That hand was feeling my back and even played with the strap of my bra. My breathing was short and fast, as i felt another hand around my waist, feeling the under sides of my breasts, just a teasing touch but I could feel the rough hand. Soon there were another pair of hands as i felt my skirt being lifted up slightly from behind those hands guided me to the corner where one of their friends was sitting, he was a big man, looked like a bully and the boss of them. I felt like a helpless nympho. Before I knew it, the old huge man's found my inner thighs, I shuddered and closed my eyes, his hands went up and down on my creamy young thighs. 

I should have shouted, created a scene and tried to break away form these old dirty molesters. But, I just stood there, with four pair of hands all over my body, touching me in the most intimate parts. The huge old boss, took my being quite as an approval to explore further, and gave me a dirty sick smile before diving deeper under my skirt to find the I was not wearing any panties. The expression on his face was of sheer joy, as if he has just won a million dollar lottery. My knees bucked a little as his coarse fingers found my love spot, and in his own crude way started to finger me. It was not even close to the rhythm I was used to but the feeling of a strange hand doing it was so new and exciting that my juices started dripping all over his fingers. Then he did something that even I had not done yet, he took a finger and inserted it deep in my pussy. I almost shouted and moved back, it was like a bucket of cold water and I realized the situation around me. I pushed away the hands that were mauling my breasts and broke away from the group on those stinking dirty construction workers. I steadied myself, made sure my dress is in place and started to move forward through the crowed towards the door. Before getting off, I turned and looked at those men, and could clearly see the feeling of extreme lust and hunger in there eyes for me. Suddenly, a smile came over my face and I looked at them, letting them know that I enjoyed it as well and got of. I can imagine all of them jerking off that day and atleast a few more days after that, thinking of this encounter. Even today as I recount that incident I get wet.

Finally I reached where Rahul was waiting for me with a shopping bag. We hugged and he gave me the shopping bag and asked me open it. There was a dress inside it, that he wanted me to wear for the date. He told me to go to the ladies room and change. I kissed him on the cheeks before I went in...



The First Step - Step 01



A kaleidoscope of thoughts flittered across her mind as she stood on the threshold of the house. "Is this really what I want? Am I truly ready for this?" Her hand paused just before it touched the doorbell as she reviewed her decision to come here... 

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Cyan awoke drenched in sweat again. She shook her head to clear the fog and sighed as she pulled the wet sheets off her body and looked down at her nipples, pointing hard and firm through the flimsy silk of the night dress that was plastered to her voluptuous form. She sighed again and dragged her tense body from the bed to the bathroom to wash the sweat off. After peeling off her nightgown and gently running her hands down her sweat soaked skin, she hooked her fingers through the waistband of her soaked panties and slipped them off, groaning softly as she threw them toward the laundry basket. Turning the shower as hot as she could handle, she stepped in, throwing her head back into the spray to let the water stream down her body. Her hands followed the water's path in a desperate attempt to relieve her tension, the fingers on her left hand frantically tugging and playing with her full breasts and tight, hard nipples as her right hand slipped down between her legs. 

Touching her clitoris gently, she leaned into the water, playing and teasing. Her arousal soared as her mind drifted back to the dream that woke her up in such a state: a dark candlelit room with a strong faceless man standing over her while she lay bound in front of him. She stopped abruptly, fingers still buried inside herself, and took a deep breath. She knew that just as in all the other recent nights, her frustration would not be eased by frantic attempts to please herself. She wanted more; she wanted her dreams to come true.

Cyan said softly to herself, "Time to do some research." 

She muttered to herself as she turned off the shower and stepped out, gently toweling herself dry. Wandering naked into her living room, she looked around at everything neatly in its place and sighed. She thought to herself, "I have too much control in my life. When do I get to lose some?" Walking over to her desk, she sat down and switched on her computer. Squinting at the screen's glow, she typed a few words into the search engine and scanned the list until she found one that seemed to be what she was looking for. "What I need!" she mused to herself. She sent an e-mail to the address given and, satisfied that she had done all she could for the moment, went back to sleep. 

A few restless days went by with no response, but finally, returning home from work and switching on her computer, she heard the "ping" that announced incoming mail. It was a reply from "The Place." Her heart beat faster and faster as she read through the message and attachments and then printed them. Now, she realized, she could take her fantasies out of her virtual world and into real life. 

Spinning in her chair, she grabbed the printed sheets and squirmed lightly as she felt herself getting wet with anticipation. Going through the rules, her mind drifted back to her dream and sounds of flesh hitting flesh. Filling out the application form, she envisaged a tight collar being attached around her neck. The visions persisted as she stuffed the envelope and put it in her mailbox.

A few days later, she found an envelope in her mail, blank except for her handwritten name. Opening it curiously, she found a small card with an address, a time and a date. Her nerves made her momentarily forget the date; her hands shook as she hurried back inside to look at the calendar. Yes, it was the coming weekend, and her fantasies would come true after only another day's wait. Nervously, she scanned the card again, and found on the reverse side instructions about what to wear.

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Cyan came back to the present with a start and looked at her shaking hand hovering over the doorbell. Taking a deep breath, she pressed it gently. She could hear a small bell sounding inside and footsteps approaching the door. It opened and she was face to face with a tall, ravishingly beautiful woman, clothed in a skin-tight black silk dress that clung to her luscious curves. 

The woman beckoned for Cyan to follow her. Long splits in the dress showed her long, shapely legs as she led her down the corridor. Cyan said nothing, but looked curiously at the many doors they passed, almost walking into the woman when she stopped in front of an open door. The pair entered, and the woman closed the door, turned with a smile and looked Cyan up and down. She motioned for Cyan to twirl; Cyan blushed and obeyed, stopping and looking at the woman again after her full circle. Finally the woman spoke, her deep, throaty voice sending shivers throughout Cyan's body. 

"Welcome my dear; I am so very glad you have decided to try our little group. You will follow my instructions in silence, and then I will take you to the room where you will spend the night. My name is Amber and I will be your guide for your introduction tonight. We will see how you feel tonight. Your "out" word will be "pineapple." It will depend on how this evening goes whether you get an invitation to return. Now please take off all your clothes for me." 

Cyan nodded, unwilling to break a rule so quickly, and started disrobing. Her eyes were glued to Amber's as she peeled off the layers. First she unbuttoned her shirt, dropping it on the floor with one hand as the other went to unzip the back of her skirt. Stepping out of her skirt, she unhooked her bra and slid it off. She quickly removed her black stilettos and slipped her panties off. She stood still, feeling her whole body flush as her guide scrutinized her. 

Amber once again motioned for her to turn around, this time reaching out and gently tracing a cool fingertip along her skin as she did so. 

"Mmm...very nice. Let me get you some clothes while you shower," Amber said, and motioned Cyan toward the glass shower cubicle she had not noticed when she entered the room. 

Nodding, Cyan walked over and turned it on, stepping under the heavy spray. Spying some jasmine-scented body wash, she poured some into her hands and slowly soaped herself up, the scent making her slightly dizzy as she thought about what was to come. Her nipples hardened as she soaped her breasts and trailed her hands down to her already wet pussy. Cyan jumped slightly as she heard Amber's voice come out of the steam, "Mmm...yes; make sure every crevice is clean. You will be inspected before leaving the room." Scrubbing more vigorously, Cyan washed herself head to toe, turned off the shower and opened the door to find Amber looking at her with a wicked smile on her face as she held out a towel.

Grabbing it with still another quick blush, Cyan quickly dried off under Amber's watchful eyes and waited quietly for what was to come next. Following the movement of Amber's hand, she walked to the middle of the room and looked curiously at the clothes placed on the chair. A gentle hand stopped her from going any further as Amber stepped in close, her breath tickling Cyan's ear as she whispered, "Now stand still while I make sure you are clean...everywhere." 

Cyan sucked in a deep breath and closed her eyes as she felt Amber's hands on her shoulders. Her knees started to shake as she felt the gentle strokes along her skin, first down her arms, then back up with small gentle caresses along her neck. Hands lifted her long auburn hair to trace small circles in the back of her neck. Heat came to her face as she felt Amber's hands make their way slowly down to her stomach, lingering on her breasts, tracing around them and gently pulling at her already hard nipples. She felt Amber move behind her, trailing her fingertips around her sides as she examined her back. Cyan's shaking worsened as she felt Amber's nails trace down her back, pushing lightly at the small of her back to make her slowly bend over. She then cupped Cyan's round peach-shaped ass. Cyan, hands on her knees, had to fight the urge to giggle as Amber moved her way down her legs. She closed her eyes and groaned softly at the sensation Amber's expert hands caused.

Opening her eyes and looking through her legs, she saw Amber kneeling behind her, Cyan almost fell over and she felt the rush of wetness in her pussy as the woman very slowly parted her ass cheeks and blew gently on her, tracing her nails slowly down the crack of her ass to her pussy. Cyan gasped as Amber slid her fingers into her pussy and explored every part of her. She breathed deeply, her breasts bouncing lightly as she squirmed under the woman's firm touch.

Amber stood abruptly and pulled Cyan up and around to face her, her full lips curved in a cheeky smile as she placed her moist fingers on Cyan's lips.

"Well you seem to be clean, but I got a little dirty," Amber said huskily. "I want you to lick this off for me." Cyan parted her lips to let the long fingers slip slowly into her mouth, licking them clean with gentle tongue strokes. Amber slid her fingers out and replaced them with her tongue, slipping it into Cyan's mouth and exploring the taste of her. 

Leaning back with a grin, Amber picked up a piece of clothing and said, "Hold out your arms please, I do believe you are ready to meet your Master for the evening." 

Wrapping a tight corset around her chest, Amber laced it up behind her, Cyan's breasts pushing out from the top and leaving her feeling very exposed. Barely covering her nipples, it cupped her full breasts and nestled them in lace. Amber pulled it tighter until Cyan could barely breathe, the black lace highlighting her pale skin. Holding out a small, black lace g-string for her to step into, Amber smiled and nodded as she saw how it looked on Cyan. Motioning for her to sit down, Amber kneeled and slid lacy black stockings up Cyan's left leg, ending at her thigh with a band of lace. Repeating the process on her right leg, Amber gently teased a finger across her crotch and stood, walking over to retrieve the high heels Cyan had been wearing. Slipping them onto her feet, she pulled Cyan up off the chair and paced around her, looking her over. "Just one more thing..." Amber murmured before picking up a fine silver necklace with a long chain and fastening it around her neck. She stepped back, shaking the chain out and nodding to herself. 

"Come; it is time to go," Amber purred at her. "You will do as you are told, silently unless told otherwise, and remember that your "out" word is "pineapple." I hope you have a very pleasurable evening." Tugging on the chain gently, she led Cyan out the room, stopping in front of a dark door down the corridor. 

"You will call him 'Master' only, and you will be known as 'girl' or 'slave'; your name will not be used. I will see you in the morning," Amber said softly as she opened the door. Cyan's eyes widened as she took in the man before her, barely noticing as she was pulled in and the chain was handed over. Amber left the room, closing the door behind her.

The man stood still, idly swinging the chain in his hand as Cyan looked him up and down surreptitiously. He was tall, well over six feet tall, with short dark hair and dressed in a long-sleeved white dress shirt rolled up to the elbows and dark jeans. Cyan could see his muscles outlined beneath the shirt. Her breath started to quicken as he jerked the chain and pulled her further into the room. Stopping, he paced around her, looking her up and down with a small, secret smile. 

His deep voice made her knees quiver as he spoke gently but firmly to her. "You will do -- more than do. Now kneel on the floor."

Cyan knelt and half-crawled after him as he paced over to the large couch and sat down, continuing to look her over as she struggled to keep her breasts in the corset. He pulled her closer and licked his lips as he traced a finger down her neck, stopping just above the cleft of her breasts. 

"You know the rules, yes girl?" he said quietly but with an underlying hint of raw strength in his voice. "They start now. Do not speak unless I allow you to, and you will do everything I say. Nod if you understand." Cyan nodded but trembled slightly, preparing herself for what she hoped would be her fantasies come to life.

"Stand before me, turn around and bend over. Spread your legs," he ordered sternly, pulling lightly on the chain. Cyan did so, widening her stance. 

"No -- further apart, girl," he ordered again. She moved her legs until she could barely stand, then took a deep breath as she felt his hands slide up her legs, one going to rest on her ass, the other slipping in between her legs to gently tease her through her panties. Cyan groaned softly, only to have him stop and say, "Tsk, tsk; no sound, girl. Now you have to have a little punishment so you know not to do that again." 

Her Master pulled her onto his lap, draping her over his knees. "Now remember, no noise," he said as he laid one hand on her ass. 

Cyan took a deep breath and willed herself to not make any noise. She felt his hand come down sharply on her ass. "Someone will learn that I make the rules," he growled softly as he started to spank her gently, first on the left cheek, then the right. The intensity of the blows increased with each repetition. Cyan tried not to wriggle or make noise as he continued to spank her and her ass started to get warm. 

"Each wriggle you make is an extra smack." he warned. 

Cyan could feel him growing harder underneath her as she strove to stay still, winning the battle but allowing one small tear to escape from her eye. Satisfied, her Master pulled her up and sat her on his lap, gently massaging her ass cheeks as he pulled her into him, rocking her against his hardness with a small smile. "You learned your first lesson, and it's time for the next."

Cyan nodded and looked at him with wide eyes as he pushed her off him and back onto the floor. "Back to bending over, girl. Let's get back to where we were before you misbehaved." 

Cyan complied, bending back over in front of him with her legs spread wide. He stood and walked around her, not touching her at all as her legs quivered and she got wetter with anticipation of what he might do. He could see through the thin lace of her g-string how wet she was, and with a satisfied grin he stopped behind her, sliding a finger down the crack of her ass to gently tease her pussy. He slipped a finger underneath her panties, and Cyan bit her lip to keep a moan contained. He slid his finger gently into her, and then back out, his slick finger moving back up to her ass, teasing its way slowly inside. She rocked on her heels as she felt his finger push into her rear opening, and he grabbed her hips, suddenly and repeatedly ramming his finger all the way in as hard as he could. Cyan started to whimper, unable to help herself. He laughed grimly 

"I warned you, so it's punishment again," he said, taking his hand off her hip to again spank her as his finger slipped in and out of her ass. He added a second finger and increased the intensity of the blows. Cyan started to writhe underneath him as she lost control. Abruptly he stopped, pulled her up and dragged her over to the center of the room. 

"Little slaves that can't learn will be made to learn. Get on your knees. Stay there; do not move and do not make a sound," he growled.

Cyan nodded and watched him walk over to a small chest at the foot of the bed. Opening it, he pulled out a pair of wrist cuffs attached to a long chain. He placed the cuffs on her, pulling her arms tightly behind her back and clipping the chain to a recessed hook in the floor. He walked back in front of her and took off his pants, throwing them onto the couch. She could see his huge throbbing cock twitching behind his boxers, and she bit her lip as he slid them off and presented himself to her. 

"Open your mouth." he ordered, grabbing a fistful of her hair. As he tilted her head back, she slowly opened her mouth as wide as she could. He slammed his cock into her mouth, burying himself in her soft wet warmth, groaning softly. 

"Suck me slave, and better make it good," he growled.

Cyan curled her tongue around his hard cock, licking him as he slowly slid in and out of her mouth. Grazing her teeth down his length, her breath got faster as she heard him moan. Sucking and licking him as he moved faster in and out of her mouth, she tested her bonds, wanting nothing more than to use her hands as well as her mouth.

"Get ready, girl. I'm going to come all over your pretty face," he groaned, pumping faster into her slick mouth and lips. 

Cyan frantically sucked him as hard as she could as his cock swelled in her mouth. He let go of her hair, pulled out of her mouth with a loud moan and came all over her face and chest. Cyan licked up the little she could, straining forward to catch a last taste of him as he pulled away. Nodding with a satisfied smile, he uncuffed her, walked her over to the bed and sat her down. He reached under the bed, pulled out a towel and threw it at her. "Clean yourself up quickly, we have more to do," he said. 

Cyan wiped herself down as she watched him strip off his shirt, throw it on the couch with his pants and return to her. Taking the towel from her hands, he dropped it on the floor and then pushed her back to the center of the bed. He went back to the chest, rummaged through it and returned with five long, black silk scarves. He laid them on the bed, looking at her as he reached over and roughly pushed her legs apart. 

"Play with yourself. I want to watch you make yourself come." 

Cyan nodded uncertainly, sliding her hands slowly over her breasts and down to her pussy. She could feel her muscles clench as her fingers approached, and she stopped, looking up at him unsurely. "He nodded with a smile, his cock already twitching from her hesitation. 

"You may make noise, but you must start now," he added, reaching over and tearing her panties off. He threw them to the floor and stalked to the end of the bed for the best view.

Cyan slowly moved her right hand to her pussy, hesitantly sliding it down to tease her clitoris gently. The simple touch of her own hand felt so good that she bucked lightly, sending her fingers sliding down into her pussy to coat them in her wetness. She gasped softly as slowly, gently she slid a finger into her wet, warm pussy. Feeling her muscles clench around it, she lost all thought of being watched, and started to slide the finger in and out, faster and faster. Her left hand drifted back up to play with her breasts, pulling them out from the corset so she could pinch and play with her nipples. Her back arched as she added a second finger to her pussy, and she writhed on the bed, moaning softly as she was overcome with sensations. 

The Master stood at the end of the bed, watching her with a satisfied smile, his own hand reaching down to idly play with his cock as he watched her get herself off. Cyan slid her fingers out to play with her clit, circling it slowly at first, then faster as she felt an orgasm building. Frantic to come, her left hand slid down and she slipped two fingers into her soaking wet pussy, quickly pushing them in and out as her right hand's fingers busily tweaked and pulled at her clit. She started moaning louder, writhing around on the bed as the tightness and pressure in her pussy built up.

She came, thrusting up into her hand as she cried out in ecstasy. The Master laughed softly and stroked himself faster, eager to get on with the next part of the evening. Cyan pulled her soaking wet fingers out of her pussy, now focusing on the man in front of her. She blushed hotly and looked away, her body a quivering mess.

The Master walked back around the bed, his cock still in his hand, making sure she could see what she had done to him. Picking up the scarves, he flipped her over so she was lying on her stomach, and spread out her arms and legs. He tied a scarf to each limb and tied her loosely to the bed. While she could thrash a bit and pull her knees somewhat under her, she was still effectively immobilized. 




The First Step Towards Submission



As I became a young woman I knew something was missing in my sex life, but couldn't figure out exactly what that 'something' was. A virgin until almost nineteen, I had little experience with men sexually. I was never quite sure how to approach sex, but knew I wanted men to approach me. I would often fantasize about being a sex object, a woman men sought after, an 'incredible fuck’! Whatever that was, but I wasn't sure how to become what every man wanted. 

My parents were little help as I was brought up strict Catholic. I also attended an all girls’ school and was very sheltered at home. I sometimes wondered if I would ever even have sex. In high school, I was probably the only virgin I knew and had very few dates because of it, at least that's what I thought. 

As a young adult my body developed early, showing off a voluptuous 44DD - 30 – 40 figure, at 5'8" tall and 170 pounds. I was aware of the attention my body got from men, but never knew what to do with them once I had them looking. Unfortunately, fear and inexperience kept me from venturing far from my upbringing. As I got a little older I thought about sex more and more, but became even more apprehensive about having it, afraid I would be ridiculed for my lack of knowledge. 

Just after graduation from high school I attended a party with several friends. There was an uneven mix of men and women, mostly men, and we were drinking heavily... as young adults released into the world, sometimes do. After quite some time all of the other women had left. Alone with what remained of the men and feeling more than a little drunk and nervous, I asked if I might lay down upstairs for a while before venturing home. Retreating to an empty bedroom I laid down and let my head spin. Sinking into the bed and trying to clear my thoughts, a close friend entered the room asking if I was all right. I smiled and let him know that I would be in a little while, that I was trying to sober up before attempting to drive home. 

He surprised me when he leaned forward, took my wrists in his hand and pressed them to the bed above my head. His free hand caressed my cheek, slipping slowly down the line of my jaw and tracing lightly down my neck. He smiled as he leaned over my limp body, gently brushing my lips with his own. My mind was whirling from the alcohol and the sensations his gentle kiss were causing. As his kiss became more insistent, my body began to tingle and ache for more. His hand roamed down my shoulder, past my collarbone to just above my breast. Unsure what to do, I pressed my lips against his and tentatively flicked my tongue out, tasting his lips. My head was reeling and I was afraid he could tell how inexperienced I was. I was afraid he would leave and equally afraid he would stay. As our tongues intertwined, his hand gently caressed my nipple through my blouse, sending shivers through my body. I moaned softly, arching into his caress, wanting him to touch me more, but unable to convey my feelings. Having him hold my hands firmly above my head actually put me at ease, he wouldn’t see that I didn’t know what to do with them. 

As he continued to press his tongue deeper into my mouth, his hand slipped under my blouse and bra, gently stroking the round underside of my breast. Soft incoherent noises escaped my lips between our kisses. Slowly, he slid my bra up and over my breast exposing my already hardened nipple to his thumb. His fingers glided across my bare skin and kneaded the soft, heavy flesh of my breast, occasionally rolling my sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Then his grip tightened on my wrists and his hand moved slowly over my abdomen, trailing along the edge of my jeans. I began to struggle slightly, unsure of what I wanted and confused by how wonderful this all felt. Feeling the button on my jeans pop open, my protests became more urgent. He pulled back his hand and whispered softly in my ear, “It's all right, I won’t push you. ” His soothing voice and the words he uttered relaxed me somewhat, but I still felt childish at my reaction. I was sure he would get up and leave, perhaps even chuckling to himself about my inhibitions. It surprised me again when he pressed his lips to mine and kissed me with even more passion, hungrily sucking at my tongue and lips. I felt him undoing his jeans and tugging them off ah he continued to slide his tongue into my mouth and nip and bite at my lips. He moved up and over my body, taking a wrist in each hand while continuing to kiss me fervently. It all felt surreal, my mind was swimming in a sea of sexual confusion and sensation. 

Straddling my waist I saw for the first time that his cock was large and thick, glistening with precum. I began my fight anew, bucking my hips upward and mumbling objections through his lips. He sat up slightly and spoke very softly, "I'm not going to hurt you. You are such an incredible kisser and it would be heaven to feel those soft lips on my cock. "

I looked into his eyes through rapidly swelling tears, on the verge of admitting I had never even seen a cock before. His wonderfully soft and gentle kisses all over my face gave me pause and made me relax against him. "It's ok”, he said, “I'll tell you what to do. Just kiss it like you were my lips. Use your tongue to suck and lick it. "

He moved further up my body, sitting atop my breasts, pressing them down against my ribs slightly. Leaning forward his balls gently caressed my chin and my lips. Without thinking about it I let my tongue flick out across them, eliciting a soft moan from his lips. "Oh yeah baby, that is so nice. " 

His words of encouragement seemed to ignite a fire in me, as I sucked first one then the other of his balls into my mouth, gently rolling them around with my tongue. It felt so natural and yet so forbidden at the same time. He began to move his hips against my body, letting his cock trail across my lips with my tongue dragging along the underside of his shaft. With every movement, he praised me, told me how good I was, how wonderful it felt to him. Drunk from the tremendous pleasure I was feeling as much as from the alcohol, I began kissing and nipping at his shaft, running my tongue across the veins on the underside. His cock was hard and throbbing, jumping and bouncing against my lips as I continued to revel in his readily apparent enjoyment. 

Suddenly he pulled my arms out and maneuvered his body until his knees had captured my upper arms beneath them. He took my head with his hands and sat upright a bit. Taking a pillow, he placed it behind my head and spoke calmly, but determinedly, "I’m going to fuck your mouth. It’ll be alright, just enjoy how my cock feels in your mouth. "

With only a barest trace of reluctance, I nodded and whispered, "Ok. "

Leaning forward again he pressed his cock against my lips. I hesitated for a moment before opening them and flicking my tongue across the tip. The head of his cock was a deep purple, swollen and wet, a drop of precum smeared across my tongue. I couldn't believe I was about to take his cock into my mouth. My mind was in terrible conflict trying to convince myself I wasn't having sex, that this was little more than kissing. I felt dirty and ashamed, but at the same time I had never been so sexually aroused. My heart was racing, my nipples were hard and my pussy was growing wetter by the minute. Having little control of the situation made me feel I wasn’t to blame, despite my growing desire to continue, that I wanted this very badly. Convincing myself I was being 'forced' gave me the freedom to follow my desire and take this man in mouth. 

Slowly, he pushed his cock forward and my lips surrendered to the thick head. As the bulbous tip slid past my lips I pursed them tightly around it. I sucked at it as he tried to pull back from my mouth, giving me the chance to be eased onto his cock. When the head of his cock met the resistance of my lips, he groaned deeply and muttered, "Ohhh yeah! You're a natural cock sucker. " 

These words had such a powerful affect on me. As his cock popped from between my lips, I licked them slowly and darted my tongue out, wanting to taste him again. He smiled down at me as he poised his cock at my waiting and wanting mouth. A bit more purposefully he pushed past my wet lips and I opened my mouth wide to receive his straining cock. I felt the head glide along my tongue as he slipped a bit deeper into my mouth. His rhythmic moaning and grunts of appreciation fired my desire further and I became determined to take as much of him as I could. 

Inch by inch I felt him entering my throat, sliding easily over my tongue. Each time he would push a little further into me, then pull back slowly. I would swirl my tongue around the shaft of his cock as he moved back, and would suck hungrily as he moved forward again. Little by little he buried his cock deep in my throat, filling it more with each downward thrust. When he had about two thirds of his cock in my mouth my gag reflex kicked in and I began to panic. In a very deep, raspy voice, he simply said, "Swallow it. "

Wanting to please him and without hesitation I began to gulp and gasp for breath between each stroke, trying to gain control of my reflexes. I wanted so badly to feel and taste what it was like to have his cock cum in my mouth. In answer to my unspoken wishes his strokes became more urgent, faster and deeper. I raised my head to meet his thrusts, bobbing my head up and down trying to swallow him completely. It wasn’t long before he held my head tightly and began to fuck my mouth in earnest. Still dragging my tongue along the shaft as he moved in and out, I could feel his cock start to swell inside my throat. Harder and faster he thrust into me, fucking my face powerfully. I closed my eyes and savored the moist stirring in my loins and the incredible feeling of satisfaction. I was actually able to do this. With a final thrust deep into my mouth he let go with a gush of warm, salty fluid against the back of my throat. I swallowed hard as I gasped for breath and felt the hot, gooey liquid glide down my throat. He grunted and moaned as he spurt again and again in my mouth, so much so that tiny rivulets of his thick cum oozed from the corners of my mouth. 

He sighed one last time and almost collapsed against my face. And from somewhere in the room, I heard "Oh fuck yeah!! My turn!" 

Instantly hysteria swept through me as my eyes whipped open and I tried to adjust to the darkness. Before I could react, my friend moved off me and was trading places with another man while they both pinned my arms. I struggled frantically against this, but they were to strong and I was still dazed from passion and alcohol. They easily held me back against the bed. I kicked and bucked my hips, trying to throw this new intruder off of my body. I felt hands gripping my ankles and thighs now, several sets of hands. Severe panic coursed through me, my eyes casting wildly about the room, how many were here? 

Then the man who I had just pleased, the one I had shared my first experience with spoke, "You're not going to believe how good her mouth feels on your cock! She's a natural! I'll bet this isn't even her first one either, no one is this good their first time. "

His words hit me like an electric shock, but it wasn’t anger or sadness I felt, no, it was much more, I felt proud. I felt proud and accomplished that he would say this about me, and more than that, I felt as though I was meant to show them how good I really was. At this my resistance stopped and this new cock pushed against my lips. I attacked the throbbing penis in front of me with renewed vigor, sucking it deep into my mouth immediately. I wanted to prove exactly how good I was. 

"Oh god Mike, you were right, ” said my new partner, “She sucks cock great!" 

I began losing all inhibition and let myself believe I could blame it on the alcohol later, even though I knew this wasn’t true. I enveloped his shaft with my lips as he moved in and out of my mouth. My arms and legs still held firmly, I used my neck to strain upwards to take his engorged cock deeper and deeper, until after only a few thrusts he too was cumming down my throat. It went on like that for quite awhile, one after another they took turns fucking my mouth; five of them in all, filling my stomach with their combined jism. To the end I held onto the idea that I had no choice in this, I was made to do this. Deep down I was already harboring a secret; I had enjoyed this as much, if not more than they had. I couldn't help but feel powerful and successful, knowing I had brought each one to a shuddering orgasm. 

When the last one came in my mouth I felt almost saddened that it was over. Never before had I experienced such sexual energy and control. Right then I wanted even more cocks to suck, wanting to bask in that feeling of being wanted and desired forever. 

After my body had been released from their grasp and all but my friend had left, he crawled up beside me and kissed me tenderly, tentatively almost. "I'm so sorry”, he said, “I didn't know they had come in here. " I gazed up at him, a disappointed look on my face, although the real reason for that look well hidden from his eyes. 

"I had no idea how good you were... and well... I just couldn't deny them such amazing pleasure. "

I turned my head away from him; tears were welling in my eyes, but not because of what had happened. He caressed me gently, trying to soothe me, thinking I was upset or angry. The truth was far different than what he was thinking. I wasn’t ashamed about that night, far from it; I was ashamed to tell him how wonderful it was and how much more I wanted. The sexual beast in me had been awakened and I didn't know how to tell him, "Thank you."



The First Strokes



I knock on the door of the smart townhouse, and it opens quickly. I don't see anyone but enter and the door is closed behind me. I turn and see you waiting for my approval. You are smartly dressed, or at least on the outside. The tight, white nurses uniform was your idea, your own suggestion, a need to dress up and take yourself out of your own identity. However, you know it remains my choice as to how we proceed, and you tilt your head as if asking for approval.

I nod, and ask you to lead me to the room we will use for our game. You walk ahead of me, the high white heels clicking on the tiles before we reach the carpet of what turns out to be the lounge. I watch carefully for signs that you have done as I asked, and it appears you have. The white nylon disappears under the hem of the tight, white PVC dress, a mock uniform that is there to turn you and me on as much as it is anything to do with the health service. Your walking reveals glimpses of stocking tops, another request met. You stop and turn, and ask me if I am ready for the check-up. I nod, and you motion me to the lounger, prepared in the middle of the room with a clean white sheet and pillow.

You approach me and ask me to take off my shoes and socks. Your hands reach out and undo my belt, sliding my chinos down to reveal my boxers, already tenting at the thought of what is to come. The shorts are quickly removed and my cock springs free, hard already and waiting for your close attention. However, you turn me round and lean me forward. Your hands roam around my firm cheeks and start to part them. I feel something warm and slippery run down between them, and your finger starts to tease insistently at my rear hole. I tense slightly, I have never had anything there but I agreed to hand over this part of our 'game',. You talk to me, seductively promising me the best check-up I have ever had, I need to relax you tell me and I start to as something harder probes at my hole. Slowly but surely I feel you press something between my parted cheeks, filling me completely. I cannot believe I could be stretched that much, and say so, even as it settle into place, the widest part now snugly inside my ass leaving me feeling full and oddly aroused. You turn me around and tell me its only a little one, before moving me towards the lounger. I lie down, all the time aware of the very full ass as I await your ministrations, acutely aware of your body as you come closer. The tight PVC dress strains over your breasts, nipples poking at the shiny fabric and visibly hard and aroused. You reach over and start to stroke my thighs, making me spread my legs and expose my cock and balls to you. Your hands lift and inspect my hard cock, standing it straight up before lowering it slowly down and moving back to stroking the soft flesh of my inner thigh. I am getting harder now, the almost purple head straining and beginning to leak a little pre-cum.

You reach for something behind you, and quietly but seductively tell me not to worry, this is just to help you get a better 'feel' for the problem. You cover my cock in something I can't see but feels soooo slick and sexy. Your hands begin to slide all over my throbbing flesh, slickly covering my balls as you slide them around. My cock is gripped in one hand and a slow wank starts, up and down, tugging at the foreskin and making me writhe and arch with pleasure. I reach out and stroke you firm ass through the tight white PVC of your skirt and you move closer to allow me better access. As you tease my cock gloriously to its full hardness I reach under the skirt and up towards your sex. Suspender straps distract me only momentarily as I reach my goal, not bothering to spend time arousing you but going straight for my goal. Your mound is bare, shaven smooth and I revel in the slickness of it, using your flowing juices to coat it and slide my fingers over and around the naked hood of your clit.

You grip me hard, and say that you have to take a much closer inspection to ensure its all in working order. Your head sinks to my groin and your lips slowly envelop the tip of my cock. Suction on the end draws a gasp from my lips, and all thought of playing you is gone as you pull more and more of my hard flesh into your waiting mouth. I can feel your teeth grazing at the underside of my cocks head, and your tongue bathing my whole length in your saliva. The head of my cock reaches your throat and stops, your mouth full of my hard flesh and I don't know how much longer I can hold on. You breathe slowly and ease my cock further into your throat, breathing through your nose as you take all of my length into your mouth, my balls lodged against your chin. Diving up and down now, you start to wank me with your mouth and hands, as my cock slides out you hand slips around the base, twisting it before taking the full length back deep into you. Its not long before I start to tense up and you pull and suck harder, using your teeth and tongue to graze and slide my orgasm from me. As you feel me tense up your hand reaches under and pulls at the flange of the plug, forcing the widest part to open my ass again. Almost unbelievably I spurt hard into your waiting throat, the force almost laying me fat back down as the first stream of cum leaves me. You swallow and suck more and more form me as I pulse into your mouth five or six times.

I lie back spent as you stand up. Not a drop spilt you say, and you seem to be in perfect working order. I smile and tell you I am glad that you have found it so, but I believe you missed an important part of the inspection for which you must receive admonishment. You raise an eyebrow as I stand up, but you have remembered our agreement. I take you over to the chair you have prepared and bend you over. The PVC stretches beautifully and sexily over your ass, but I want these cheeks bare. I lift the fabric, revealing your tight pale flesh, ready to receive your punishment. I lightly stroke your ass, tease your rear hole with the briefest of touches over its puckered entrance before dipping my hands between your thighs and sinking a finger between your fleshy, soaking wet lips. You groan, and wriggle to get my finger further in but I move it away, trailing the juices back towards your ass.... perhaps later, I say, remembering how good it felt to have my rear hole filled.

Your breasts are hanging free in their white confines, braless under the PVC fabric as I asked. Undoing the zip a little I force them out and leave them exposed, nipples hard as bullets pointing down at the ground. I tug on one, and you let out a sharp cry, which quickly turns into a moan of delight. From the bag you have provided for me I find the whip. You know its there, you know what its for but still I see a little shiver as you hear me taking it out. You selected it, knowing it would be used on your ass, but the realisation is setting in that the time has arrived. What you are not prepared for is... Whooosh, you draw breath in as the first clip takes hold of your nipple, a simple bulldog clip but very effective and surprising. You settle down as the pain recedes to a dull ache and your nipple becomes sensitive to every move of your full breast. I quickly clip on the second and before you have time to get comfortable bring the leather whip lightly down onto your upturned ass cheeks.

Swish, the fifteen strands of red leather spread out over your pale flesh, leaving a little trail of red marks and making you draw breath. You don't know where to feel, to look, to enjoy - the pain you crave is taunting your flesh yet your juices are flowing to your cunt lips. I switch again, this time a little harder and am rewarded with a sharp intake of breath as you feel the leather bite a little more. Settling down into a slow rhythm, I bring the whip down on all of your cheeks, slowly covering them with blows and raising the flesh into red stripes as the leather bites in. Nothing too hard, but enough to get the blood coursing and the mind wondering when it will end. you are moaning now, the pain is pleasure for you and each hit is now touching flesh that has already received many sharp cracks of the leather. You start to shake, and your head drops as a low moan comes from your lips. Your orgasm is approaching without any help from me, just the slap of leather on your upturned cheeks and the pull of the clips. Aahh yes, the clips I remember and reach around to tug at one. you cry out but almost in surprise as the orgasm you crave gets nearer. I bring the whip cracking down on your ass cheeks once more, tug again at the nipples and as you start to writhe I plunge my now raging cock into your dripping folds of perfect flesh. Your surprise is complete and your orgasms almost instant as I pound against the tortured flesh of you ass cheeks. Slapping the red welts as I thrust in and out you tense and cry, your body is wracked with the pleasure as you convulse into your glorious relief.

As you come down I take off the first clip and you cry out again as the blood rushes back to your tortured nipple. I take off the second clip when you have recovered from the first and then slip out of your slick, steaming cunt. I haven't cum, but I am hard and I just wonder if you are ready for something new... I move my cock in front of your lips, the hard flesh is shiny with the juices from your excited love tube.. will you take it and take me again?????



The First Summer



The boy lay on his back on the sand. He gazed casually along the beach, half asleep in the warm sunshine. His family had been on holidays there for three days now. There wasn't much else to do except swim and lay on the beach.

The beach was deserted. It was next to the cabin where he was staying, but most people walked around the headland to the main surfing beach where the waves were better. He had done that the last two days, but the beach was crowded and noisy, and all he wanted to do today was to relax.

As he lay there he dreamed that he was on the beach in Hawaii, surrounded by dusky maidens in grass skirts who were dancing the hula. He had never had a girlfriend, and had not even kissed a girl. He was a bit shy and awkward around girls. He had no sisters, or even female cousins, and none of his friend had sisters around his age, so he hadn't spent much time with girls. And of course all of the girls at school hung out together in groups and wouldn't talk to him.

Through half open eyes, he saw a figure come out of the bushes a bit further along the beach and walk in his direction. As the figure neared him, he saw that it was a girl. He watched her as she approached him. She was wearing shorts and a little top that was knotted at her waist. She looked to be about his age, but she was tall with slim tanned legs and long brown hair. She smiled at him as she walked past.

He thought that she was the most beautiful girl that he had ever seen.

He watched her walk along to the end of the beach, and then she crossed the headland and went over to the surfing beach. On an impulse, he jumped up and set off in the same direction.

He walked all around the beach but he could not see her anywhere. Then he saw a towel on the sand that looked like the one that she was carrying. She must be in the water, he thought. So he dropped his towel near hers and went into the surf. It didn't take long for him to find her, and he managed to 'accidentally' run into her in the surf. He stood up to apologize, and she smiled at him again.

He offered to teach her to catch the waves, and she agreed. She squealed each time she was dumped by a wave, but she soon learned to surf well enough for both of them to have fun.

They walked together up the beach to where they had left their towels, dried themselves a little, and lay down on the sand. She wore a white two-piece swimsuit, and her skin was very brown.

Her name was Danielle, and she was French. She lived in Canberra with her family, and her parents both worked at the French embassy there. This was the first time that she had come to the coast for a holiday.

She was easy to talk to, and she had a delightful laugh. He loved her accent, as she sounded exactly the same as French girls that he had seen in the movies. They talked for a long time, and then they decided that it was time to return home. They crossed the headland and walked along the beach until they came to the track that led up to his house. He stopped. She simply said 'goodbye', smiled, and continued along the beach to her cottage. He watched her until she disappeared into the bushes.

The next morning he was up bright and early and went to lie on the beach. He lay in the same place as he had done yesterday, but this time he did not feel the least bit sleepy. He saw her as soon as she walked out of the bushes onto the beach.

He fixed what he fondly imagined to be an engaging smile on his face, sat up and waited for her. When she reached him she stopped, smiled and said hello. Then she asked him if he was going to the surf beach today. He said that yes, by coincidence, he was just about to go there.

They spent the day together at the beach. As they were walking back home he mentioned that there was a movie showing in the open-air cinema that night, and asked if she would like to go with him. She said yes. They agreed to meet outside the cinema at 7:30.

As they watched the movie she sat close to him. Her presence, and the smell of the perfume that she was wearing, gave him strange feelings like nothing that he had ever experienced before.

Towards the end of the movie she said that she was a little cold. He reached out and put his arm around her. She said that was nice and snuggled up next to him.

They held hands and talked about the movie while they walked home. When they came to her front gate, she turned to him and kissed him softly on the lips. Then with a whispered 'see you tomorrow' she ran into the house.

They met on the beach again the next day and spent the day together, but she did not seem to be as happy as usual, and she didn't talk very much. He wondered if he had done something to upset her the night before.

When they reached the path behind his cottage, she turned to him and he could see that there were tears in her eyes. She told him that her family would be leaving tomorrow. Then she said 'meet me here tonight at 8 o'clock', and she turned and ran down the beach.

They met on the beach that night as planned. He was glad to see that she was more cheerful than she had been earlier that day. They sat on the sand and talked for a while, and then she said, "let's go for a swim!" Before he could reply, she stood up and pulled off her T-shirt. In the moonlight he caught a tantalizing glimpse of one of her breasts. Then she peeled of her shorts and ran giggling into the water.

He took of his shirt and shorts and ran after her. The water was only waist deep here, and there was no surf. They laughed and splashed each other, and she seemed to be back to her old self. Then she stood up in the water and faced him. Water droplets glistened on her breasts in the moonlight. He thought that she looked like a water nymph rising up from the sea. She came up to him, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him. He was amazed by the intensity of her kiss, and when her tongue found his he thought that his head was going to explode.

She unwrapped herself from him, took his hand and led him silently to the beach. At the water's edge she turned and kissed him again. Then she whispered, "Make love to me!"

She pulled him down onto the sand, and they made love in the moonlight, slowly, wonderfully. He had thought about this moment, dreamed about it a thousand times, but nothing that he had imagined could compare with the sensations, the emotions that he was feeling now. And he loved the way that she responded to him, and her little moans and sighs of pleasure that became more and more urgent until they both erupted together in a tremendous climax.

They lay together for a long time, not wanting the moment to end. Finally she said that she had to go. They dressed, and she gave him a final kiss and said that she would always remember their time together. Then she turned and walked away in the moonlight.

He watched her until she disappeared into the night, and then he turned to go home. He knew that he too would always remember that summer on the beach.



The First Summer Weekend of '08



Your Silken Skin, Your Heat, Your Smell, Your Mouth!

(Her lips, Her Tongue, My Body, MySex!)

-A New Short Story by Nicole

The days are getting warmer and as the sun clings to the horizon, slanting down in a long shallow arc, the pale golden light angles in a gentle bath of glowing peach over her cheek and lean elegant neck. My slender fingers quietly seek her hand resting loosely on her lap. As my fingers mesh with hers, she smiles and fiercely squeezes my hand and looks into my eyes. I of course cannot resist her eyes and the love shining from them that forever amazes me. She turns her body toward me and gently urges me closer with a firm tug on my hand. A soft moan of expectation, an "mmmmm" of deep feeling, trills in my throat as our lips meet. She kisses me softly at first and my body melts into hers, then more forcefully her tongue pushes through my lips and seeks the depths of my mouth. My hand falls limply into her lap as it is released and her hands guide me and thrill me and control me. Feeling her warm soft palm caressing and cupping my cheek as her fingers lace through my hair low behind my ear, I moan again as her tongue teases my lips. My mouth and tongue eagerly pursue hers as I'm teased and pecked and her other hand firmly circles my waist and her arm surrounds me and pulls me close. Again, with a softness that is also hard and fierce, her lips press against mine and her tongue forces it's way inside again.

We kiss like this for a long time as the light fades into that prolonged twilight of summer in New England. My body is tingling with the thrill of our kissing and feeling my lover's arms around me. The smell of lavender fills my senses with each swing of her silken hair. I'm being consumed by the urgency of her kisses and the forcefulness of her probing tongue. My hand trails down over my lap to the hem of my dress and I gather and bunch it as I work it up my thighs. I part my legs slightly as my fingers seek the moistness of my blooming excitement. I make little circles over the snug silk of my panties with the pads of two fingertips and moan more urgently as she draws my tongue into her mouth. With increasing excitement and as my fingertips encourage little spasms and thrilling tingles to pulse through me, I quickly slip them inside the silkiness hugging my sex and seek the warm and deliciously wet slickness inside the folds of my lips.

Again with a nearly desperate forcefulness, Catherine pushes her tongue deep into my mouth and I welcome her and our tongues entwine. She knows how to make love to me in ways that are at once familiar and also fresh and new. Her kisses are tender but also urgent and exploratory and this time, almost masculine in their firmness and dominance. As I slip a finger inside myself I am thrilled as Cate's hand slips inside the loose "v" neck of my light cotton dress and she cups my breast and kneads it. Quickly so I can return my hand to the increasing wetness between my legs, I unbutton my dress so it falls open. I push the rest to the sides as Cate eases me back to the deep downy cushions of the armrest. She is partly beside me and partly over me, my legs are spread wider and my hand easily slides into place inside my thong. It is so warm, nearly hot down there now and so divinely wet and I moan loudly as two of my fingers push quickly and deeply inside me. Catherine is cupping, fondling and caressing my breasts. She will cradle one in her palm letting her fingertips follow the curve around the side, and move in a caress that circles around and over the top, then her slim fingers slip down to meet her thumb at my firm and proud nipple. She knows just how to make me squeal and so she does as her lips suddenly leave mine and I feel the warmth of her mouth as it covers my nipple. Cate is not taking her time or leaving any doubt about the outcome as she sucks my nipple hard into her lips and her teeth clamp firmly around it. I cry out in pain and intense pleasure and quickly I push my thong down. Cate helps, her mouth never leaving my nipple, and I lift my hips as my panties are finally removed. The air is chilling my damp lips and my little bud throbs softly. I feel Cates free hand flat against my tummy as it slides down to cover my pouting lips. She wriggles her middle finger between them and I feel such a thrill as her fingertip teases and probes the entrance to my depths. I rock my hips as she continues to clamp my nipple in her teeth and to burnish it with her tongue. Caressing her hair and back as my moans grow more urgent and intense, I scream out as she stretches my nipple with her teeth and suddenly drives her finger deep inside me.

Now it's two fingers and she's curling them up and driving them hard into my g-spot, rubbing up and down over it as my hips grind and buck. She has now suckled and nibbled and bitten my nipples until they are hard and throbbing. She alternates between them and the intense thrill of being suddenly warm and wet and then wet and suddenly chilled by the air is driving me insane. I am so close to loosing myself in the intensity of the orgasm I have felt building inside me that I don't even notice when Cate's fingers are brushing my lips and I hear faintly, "Here my sweet, taste your sweet honey." I do and it's sweet and salty as I suck her fingers. They return to my aching and dripping little pussy.

Cate lies beside me now, her fingers are thrusting steadily deep inside me as I moan and writhe and thrust myself against her fierce driving fingers. I'm pinching and pulling my nipples as Cate giggles and says how much she loves watching me do that. "You are so damn sexy and it's so hot to see your gorgeous body squirm as I fuck you doll!" says Cate in a deep husky voice. "Pull those hot little nipples baby!"

I am lost in the feelings of hot flashes and intense electric tingling that comes over me in rippling waves from my face and neck down over my breasts and tummy and through my pussy and over my thighs. It's coming as the bright flashes of light and starbursts continue with my eyes shut tight. Cate quickly rolled her fingers over my throbbing clit before diving back inside as I dilate wide and the walls of my pussy wrinkle. She presses hard into my g-spot pinching it between her finger and her thumb just above my clit. I scream and begin to shake violently and in the far distance I hear my lovers' sweet voice saying "Yes, yes, yes, yes..." I'm lost deep, deep inside myself as the throbbing and spasm of my orgasm clenches my tummy and squeezes my pussy hard around Cate's fingers inside me. All my muscles are tight and suddenly I gasp, breathing again and moaning and laughing and crying. The ripples continue and Cate begins to fuck me again with her slender fingers, and I know that soon I will cum again and again and again. I close my eyes smiling and whisper, "I love you Cate!"

"I know baby and I love watching you cum as I fuck you. Now relax Nikki cuz I'm not done with this pussy yet!" Cate says huskily giving my clit a soft pinch. I giggle and my hands meet in her hair as she moves her mouth down to my swollen pussy. Cates' thumbs are pressing in and pushing up and out either side of my clit so the hard little button is fully exposed. I gasp and cry out as her delicate tongue flicks over the tip. Cate is the first and only woman who has ever been able to give me this pleasure of near intense pain that sends shock waves into me followed by such intensely exciting feelings. The first few flicks of her tongue have my fingers knotted in her hair, my body squirming to get away, and my mind short circuiting. My swollen clit is so extremely sensitive and her flicking tongue so shockingly painful and pleasurable that the first time she did this to me I got very upset. Now I know that after 6 or 8 flicks the sensations will be so intense that it will feel like every nerve in my body is on fire. It does now as she tattoos my clit. My nipples are tingling with such intensity that I can hardly control myself. My body begins to shake violently and I gasp in sharp continuous little screams that rise in a rolling intensity with my orgasm. My darling Catherine prolongs one continuous orgasm for ten minutes until I'm sobbing and she's beside me and I'm squeezing her hard in my arms holding on to my lover forever. My legs wrapped around her leg so as to squeeze her thigh hard against my throbbing pussy.

Full night has come to the Cape now and our small enclosed porch is a musky haven of black velvety silence.

I cannot express how perfectly happy I am with my Cate. To have found the woman that can do this to me is the purest blessing I could ever imagine.



The First Supper!



When Catherine climbed into be with me that night and took me in her arms it felt so natural, she kissed me and caressed me like I'd never been caressed before. Her fingertips danced all over my body, evoking sounds from me that I never knew were inside me. I do remember I cried a lot, not the teary kind but the cries of pleasure as she brought me time and time again. Her hunger for me showed in her passion as she too added her cries to mine as we sweated and slithered against each other.

I awoke the next morning to see her standing over me placing a cup of tea on the bedside table. I sat up feeling fully refreshed probably for the first time in my life. I'd had a deep fitful sleep, no dreams just oblivion and once awake felt so refreshed. She stood there smiling down at me with that sweet smile I'd come to love, her eyes showing her happiness. I don't remember exactly what was said but it went something like this:

"Good morning Miss," she called me 'Miss' for the first time that morning "did I please you last night?" I just smiled at her in response as she went on to thank me for letting her love me. I had that need to pee forcing me to get out of bed, she gave me a big hug and kiss but I had to go and ran naked to the bathroom to relieve myself. It was chilly in the bathroom, (no central heating in those days) so I just did my business and returned to the warmth of the bedroom, the gas fire must have been on all night, I sat on the bed to drink my tea. She removed her housecoat and handed it to me saying, "here put this on" then got a pair of slippers from her closet and placed them on my feet.

She asked me how I liked my eggs, then slipped a sweater over her head that came down to her hips, and hurried out to make breakfast. On the way from the bathroom I'd noticed she had started a nice fire burning in the living room, and picking up my cup of tea, went out and sat in an easy chair by the fireplace. She got things going then returned to pour me more tea, still smiling at me with those sexy eyes and captivating smile of hers saying something like, "thank you thank you" Mairi, you made me so happy last night, it was such a pleasure, I do love you."

I can't describe how good I felt, 'contented' is probably a better word as I relaxed in front of the fire that was crackling away, and she returned to the kitchen to fix breakfast, and when it was ready brought it to me on a tray, bacon and eggs with toast and jam. I was starving and after wolfing it down with lots of tea felt much better.

After I'd eaten, Catherine took the tray from me to the kitchen and returned to sit across from me. With just that sweater and slippers on her nakedness didn't bother her at all, and as chatted she called me, 'Miss' a couple of times. She asked if I wanted to go at which I said "no," that unless she wanted to get rid of me I was quite happy to stay. She just beamed at that and asked if there was anything I would like to do that day, but I couldn't think of anything to say. Suddenly as if she just thought of a miracle said, "would you like a bath dear" and I nodded my head so she disappeared to run the tub and turn on the heater in the bathroom.

It was one of those old fashioned cast iron free standing bathtubs with the claw feet, and once it was ready she came and got me, took her housecoat off me and I got in the hot soapy water, it was piping hot and smelled of fragrance and worried she said, "is it too hot" but I didn't answer, just slowly sank in the the water up to my chin and soaked as my body adjusted to the temperature. Catherine removed her sweater so as not to get it wet, and kneeling by the tub took a sponge and soap and started to bathe me. I couldn't remember the last time I was bathed like that.

I invited her to get in the tub with me, placing my legs over the edge to give her some room, and just soaked and watched as she washed herself then sat there, (the taps were in her way). During all this we chatted, not at all shy at each others nakedness, in fact I enjoyed looking at her body close up like that, as I said she was a lot more 'rubenesque' than me, and like most women in those days we both had hairy armpits as well as a full 'bush' round our vagina's.

Letting the water out of the tub I stayed there as she got out and dried herself, then I got onto my hands and knees and she washed and shampooed my hair, then getting out and she toweled it dry. With a towel wrapped around my head like a turban, we went back to her bedroom where she finished the job with her hair dryer and hairbrush. The whole house was nice and cosy by this time and she offered to give me a massage, I'd never had a massage in my life before, don't think I knew what it was so didn't know what to expect, particularly when she got out a little copper dish, poured some oil in it then lit a candle underneath it to warm it up.

She got me to lie on the bed and started with my shoulders, it was wonderfully relaxing as her hands slithered and groped all over me slowly down to my toes, then had me turn over so she could do my front. It was so erotic as she did my tits, the warm oil making her hands so slippery getting me so aroused she smiled knowing her fingers were doing what was wanted.

Moving down in that slow measured way her hands encircled my vulva, I had my legs wide open to accommodate her but she massaged me just above my clitoris with her fingertips in my pubic hair, then round the opening to move on to my thighs, then legs to my feet again. I was so high by this time I was massaging my own tits as she brought me on, then knowing what I needed she leaned down to kiss and lick my mound.

I placed the soles of my feet flat on the bed and lifted my arse up to meet her tongue as she sucked and licked my clitoris, probing my cunt with her tongue. Looking down as she did this I could see her eyes smiling at me over my pubic hair. After a most powerful orgasm it was followed by a couple more, it was just so erotic I cried out with the pleasure of it as the adrenalin pumped through my body. Hardly able to breathe never mind talk, I patted the bed beside me to indicate I wanted her to join meShe got up and turned round so her head was between my thighs and my head was on her thigh, and I recall smelling the soap just before my mouth closed on her vagina.

This was the first time I'd tasted a woman's pussy, it was a little surprising, salty and a bit bitter, but not too unpleasant as my tongue found the opening and her clitoris. We indulged each other in the '69' position, the very first time for me, and enjoyed each other for quite some time till exhausted we finally lay together, enjoying just holding each other and kissing.

It was getting late in the afternoon and she suggested taking me out for supper, so we freshened up and I watched as she got dressed. First her stockings, not the most attractive but rather cheap ones held up with rubber bands above her knees. She was going to put on a girdle but I asked her not too, so she just put on a clean pair of bloomers then her bra followed by her dress. Mentally I thought "that's got to change, I must get her to wear more modern clothes" as she put on her dress. I got dressed in the clothes I'd wore the night before, only as my knickers were a little smelly decided to leave them off, although she did offer to let me wear a pair of her underwear.

That night in my room I slept fitfully and was up bright and early to go to work. I felt on top of the world and at work the next day my coworkers noticed the difference in me making comments like, "my you're in a good mood," or "who's the lucky guy?" things like that to embarrass me, but it was all in good fun. If only they knew the 'lucky guy' was a female I don't know what they might have thought.

I want to change the subject here to explain how I found out some information that I would find useful in the future, if Catherine and I were to continue to have an affair:

The only real close friend I had in the city at that time was Susan, Sue was the older sister of a school chum back home and when I first arrived at 19, she would have been around 22 or 23. She was good to me then, let me stay at her room for a couple of weeks, gave me cigarettes until I found a job in a Fish and Chip Shop and could afford my own room. We would hang out together going to dances, and double dating etc.

She found sex to be more profitable than working in a chip shop and soon quit and became a prostitute. She was very good looking and did quite well at it, and soon could afford her own Flat and a telephone. After I relocated to a better part of the city and found a nicer job in a proper restaurant, we kept in touch and I'd visit her on occasion.

So on that Monday I was on a high after my weekend with Catherine, I called her and she invited me over for a visit. Because of what she'd done for me when I first arrived I often felt in her debt, so I picked up a bottle of whiskey and a couple of packs of smokes and went over to her Flat. She was always glad to see me as she could also confide in me too. Once she had a few drinks in her she would tell me about her experiences with certain clients, as she'd tell me about their 'quirks' and fetishes etc., and we would have a good laugh about it.

This particular night I happened to ask had she ever had a female client. She laughed at this saying, "sure" lots of times, and went on to tell me how they were better clients than men, they didn't haggle over her prices and often would tip her too for 'special' services. I asked if they were 'queers,' and she told me not necessarily, often they would be married and just needed sexual gratification, that they didn't want to do it with other men as they felt that would be cheating on their husbands. Also she said they were the only clients she would invite to her Flat, as besides the sex women were more social than men.

I asked her about the queers, how could you tell if a woman was one and at this she laughed, saying you couldn't always tell, then gave me the names of a few bars and lounges in the city where they would hang out. This was a relief to me as I wondered about Catherine's attention to me when we were in public, so I decided to check out these places to see for myself what they were like.

So now back to my invite to her house again for supper: 

When I got off work on the Wednesday, I hurried home, why I don't know as I had lots of time to get ready. I took a bath, and missed the lots of hot water she had at her house, there was not much hot water in the rooming house where I was boarding, so my 'bath' was more like a sponge bath in about 6 inches of warm water.

Now I have to tell you a little bit of my ego here, I had been dressing more conservative in public lately as I told you, but this was different as I would be going to her house and we would not be going out after, so I didn't need to worry about what to wear in public, yet wanted to put on some nice things. I remember clearly to this day what I wore as it was deliberate, like a return to the slutty way I used to dress for Robert at times.

Thanks to him, I had a nice collection of lacy undies he liked to see me in, and feeling daring decided to put on a bright red lacy outfit with an under sling bra that left my nipples exposed, and a red low cut satin blouse tucked into a somber black pencil skirt with a vent at the back, that came to a few inches above my knees, but would let lots of thigh show when I sat down. I wore a pair of black nylons and after I put them on and checked in the mirror to adjust the seams to straighten them.

I loved the look and feel of them, they were shear and black thanks to Robert's generosity, and with my feet in my stiletto heels I checked myself in the mirror, turning round and thought my throat looked too bare, and with a double strand necklace and matching ear rings finished how I looked. I remember as my ego wanted me to look good for her, and knowing Catherine's rather dull clothing styles, wondered if it was too much that I might shock her, but decided my skirt was proper enough I could get away with it.

Finally it was time to go and slipping into my coat grabbed my handbag and left to catch a bus to where she lived. She welcomed me as expected with a big hug and kiss, and taking my coat hung it up then commented on my, "looking good." There was a nice fire burning in the fireplace, and the table was already set for dinner, with two candles on the table. She closed the drapes for privacy, which darkened the room such that the glow from the fire and candles made it very intimate.

She offered me a glass of wine and continued seeing to the meal as we chatted in between, she seemed to 'scurry' back and forth to the kitchen. She looked good wearing a more 'normal' dress that left her throat and upper chest exposed, when she had a moment to sit across from me in her other easy chair, she thanked me again for coming and told me how beautiful I looked, and how she thought about me day and night, and wanted things to be prefect for me. If there was anything I didn't like or care for to let her know and she would do what she could to fix it.

This was kind of embarrassing for me so I told her not to be foolish or something like that, that I was pleased she'd asked me to supper, not sure what I said really, so when she headed for the kitchen to check on supper I felt relieved. She had me sit at the head of the table in an arm chair she called a 'captains chair' for some reason, and it was a lovely meal washed down with some wine.

She started to open up to me about her life in Rhodesia, and how she had been sent 'home' to Scotland when her lesbian relationship with a black woman was found out, and the 'Company', (It was a family business but she always referred to it as the 'company') owned the house and she could live there as long as she didn't disgrace the family name. She laughed at that and sounded quite bitter, finally telling me she wanted me to know all about her so there would be no 'surprises' later.

Sitting side by side on her sofa after supper and she took out a photo album and showed me some pictures of friends of hers in Rhodesia, including her lover and her (lovers) family as well as her own. After we sat quiet for a bit she didn't say anything, I wondered if she had regrets telling me what she did about her life in Rhodesia, so I put an arm around her and gave her a hug and when she turned to me there were tears in her eyes as I kissed her. We held it for some time and I felt her loosen up as if relieved to have finally confessed, and her arm came around hugging me then whispered something like, "please please let me love you, I want to so much, you can do what you want with me" or words to that effect.

We continued to kiss and pet one another getting more passionate, and as my arousal grew I got more aggressive forcing her back into the cushions, pressing my face into her as hard as I could forcing my tongue deep into her mouth. The harder I pushed myself onto her, the more she seemed to come alive. I wanted to get at her tits but her stupid dress wouldn't let me. So after crushing them through her clothes moved my hand down below and pushed her dress up and felt her crotch through her drawers. She opened her legs as wide as she could to accommodate my hand, she was so wet it was driving me crazy as I stroked her pussy through the material of her bloomers.

Sitting back I undid my blouse and threw it off, she caught her breath and climbing up onto her knees leaned over me to kiss and caress my tits. With the little bra I was wearing it didn't take much to pop them out of their holders, so now they were hers to caress. She certainly knew how to tease, bringing me to a high with her fingertips till I was begging her to suck them. When she finally let me have my orgasm I called out enjoying the sensations and held onto her till the wave of pleasure subsided. Now she was lying on top of me, making me aware of the softness of her boobs as my hand found the zipper of her dress and undid it, and sitting up removed it. 

Lying partially on top and beside me like that all she had on was a chemise, bloomers and stockings, I found that to be particularly erotic as we kissed. She whispered, "you can do what you want with me" and I needed no second urging. I was rough as I grabbed and squeezed her tits, enjoying the sounds of pleasure she was emitting as my fingers worked their magic through the material of her chemise. Moving my hand over her cotton bloomers she lifted a leg over mine to give me easy access to her crotch.

She was wet there, so wet the material was soaked and there was no objection as I pushed the waist of her bloomers down over her hip so I could finger her pussy. It was so slippery she clutched my shoulders bringing her head up to kiss me moaning as I slipped my fingers inside and pressed my thumb on her clit. She was so wet it was amazing and the feelings surging through her were awesome, transmitting her pleasures to my body, something that's hard for me to describe.

Finally we rested and I let her go and rolled onto my back and she got down onto her knees on the floor, her fingers working their magic on my body as she stroked and caressed to bring me to a new high. She was tireless as she brought my body alive giving me sensations I was beginning to become aware of. Unzipping my skirt she pulled it off me followed by my knickers, now I was totally exposed for her to, 'drink from my well' (as she called it) licking and began sucking on my cunt and clit. She could 'read' my body so as to not only give me incredible orgasms, but to make me want more.

After we rested we got up and headed to her bedroom, there I removed her bloomers and chemise, then pushing her stockings down below her knees, I noticed the red sort of grove left by her garter, it seemed to take away from the whiteness of her skin and I recall wondering why she didn't use a garter belt, just something I noticed that I would correct later.

It seemed all she wanted to do was please me in any way she could, she was an awesome lover and I was now 'hooked' as a 'queer', as we called lesbians in those days.

In the morning she drove me back to my flat first so I could change for work, then dropped me off at the restaurant.