17 comments/ 193904 views/ 51 favorites The Senator By: stu4711 He clutched her to him tightly, her back pressed against his chest. His hairy arms encircling her body, so that she could not move. The palms of his large hands, kneading her swollen breasts, lightly squeezing her engorged nipples until her milk dripped out, wetting his fingers and the bloom of the alabaster paleness swell of her four months pregnant body. They had been lying in this position for the past half-hour. This was his bed, a large king size with thick mattress, covered with soft satin sheets. He moved slowly inside her, fucking her with long slow strokes, sometimes forcing himself as far in as he possibly could, as though he was trying to invade deep into the recess of her womb. She could feel the huge girth of his solid penis as he fucked her. The squishing sound when he moved in and out of her was obscene to her ears. She already had three orgasms and was almost exhausted by the intensity of his lovemaking but still he was firm and had not ejaculated. Her vagina was soppy with her secretions, her pubic area soaked and matted. Still she could feel another spasm as his hairy chest pressed into the small of her smooth back as she felt his balls against her buttocks. He felt her trembling again as her muscles clamped tightly around his phallus. Her breaths came in gasping intervals as he rocked against her. He began to fuck her faster, this time not caring for her pleasure but his. He squeezed her breasts until she whimpered in pain. Turning her body slightly towards him, he raised himself on his arms and his mouth seeks her nipple. He latched onto the right protrusion and sucked her. The sweet taste of her milk flowed onto his tongue as he began to swallow. Then she felt him stiffened momentarily. Even in her throes of fulfillment, she felt as though his penis had swell to fill her completely as he began to shudder against her. The act of sucking, tasting and swallowing her milk had finally made him reached his climax. He pressed tightly against the softness of her buttocks as he began ejaculating deep inside her vagina. Spurt after spurt of his incestuous sperm exploded deep into her. He called out her name, "Julie, baby", Frank gasped as he shot his cum inside his only daughter. His mouth clamped tightly onto her nipple as he kept sucking and drinking her flowing fountain. Julie Santini lay on her father's bed, as she felt him filling her. Gradually, she felt his hold on her slackened and his mouth released her nipple. She felt him grow soft as his penis slipped out of her. His cum flowed out onto her inner thighs. The room, although air conditioned, reeked of their sexual secretions and sweat. Her father's huge, 200 pound body, was giant-like compared to the slim 25 year old woman he held in his arms. Frank Santini, the 58 year old Senator, kissed his daughter's shoulders as he extracted himself from her. Sitting up beside her in the dim light of his bedroom, he caressed her naked body gently. His hand moved down to touch the beginnings of the gradual swelling of her stomach. It was his grandchild that her daughter was pregnant with. He took a deep breath knowing that they had committed the ultimate taboo act, more so, knowing that his sperm was now inside her body, coating his grandchild. Looking down at Julie, Frank saw that she was already asleep. He knew that he had made her cum so many times that night and she was exhausted. He kissed her forehead and covered her nude body with the blanket. He got off the bed and headed for the bathroom. Frank got under the shower and washed himself. He thought back to the previous month when William, Julie's husband, had informed him that he was leaving for Brazil to start on a road building project and would be gone for a month. He had assured William that the project was a big step for his career and that he should not worry about Julie. The project was in the interior of Brazil's heartland and no place for Julie, especially when she was already four months pregnant with their first child. Frank was a widower, his wife, Julie's mother had succumbed to cancer almost ten years before. Frank had assured William that Julie should stay with him for the time being. After all, he was the Senator and Julie could be his hostess when he entertained at home. Julie and her father did not have a close relationship. He was always too busy with his political career and when her mother died, the parental link was even further eroded. She had gone to college and only saw him when he was in town for business. She was always in awe of him. She saw Tom Santini as a someone in the corridors of power, always in the media and heading towards a top political position. To those who did not know of their kinship, they would not suspect that the two were father and daughter. Tom was a huge man, built like a tank while Julie was petite, slim and beautiful, with long, flowing black hair. Although she was tall, she came only up to Tom's shoulders. She had met William when she worked in the same construction firm and they had fell in love almost at first sight. William was a partner of the firm and when they married, she had stopped working. When William had to leave for Brazil to take charge of the project there, they decided that she should stay with her father until such time when he could send for her. Tom Santini had immediately agreed to the arrangement and he was glad to have and to know the daughter that he had neglected for too long. Julie moved into her father's palatial house and loved the surroundings. Tom too was happy to have her with him and both father and daughter began to learn about each other. They talked a lot, about the mother and wife that both missed. Tom began to notice his daughter and realized that she had grown into a lovely woman. And now that she was pregnant with his grandchild, the glow of impending motherhood made her more beautiful and vibrant. Sometimes, before bedtime, when Julie was in her nighties, Tom could see the silhouette of his daughter's body when he passed her room. One evening, he paused at her doorway and when she bent down to pick up her dropped comb, the loose nightie exposed her breasts. Tom's breath caught in his throat when he saw for the first time his daughter's full breasts and her engorged nipples, standing out, pink against pale white flesh. He quickly step away and headed for his room. Tom could not believe the sudden feelings of wanting and the slow hardening of his penis. He tried to brush off the vision of what he saw but he could not. On the third week, when Tom walked by Julie's room, he saw her sitting on her bed, her hands brushing against her eyes. He saw that she was crying. "Julie," he called out, "what is it honey," as he walked into her room. He stood in front of her. "Oh Dad," she looked up at him. "What is it Jules, are you sick," he asked her. She clasped her face in the palms of her hand. "No Dad," she said softly, "it hurts......." "What is it honey," Tom sat down beside her and took her hands in his. "Should I call Dr. Hendricks", he asked urgently, "is it the baby?" "No, Dad, it's my breasts," she replied, looking up at him shyly. "They are too full and I can't relief them myself," she continued in frustration. Tom Santini stood in front of his distraught daughter, not really knowing what to do. He sat down beside her and took her hands in his. "Sweetheart, please tell me what to do, don't be shy," he gently brush her hair which was covering her face. "I know I'm not your mother, but let me help you in any way," he assured her. He felt so useless, knowing that she was going through a phase where only a mother could be of help. Julie was hurting and she felt comforted by her father's concern. She looked at him and felt so safe in his presence. "Dad," she said softly, "Help me. William used to do it when he was around." With that, she slipped the straps of her nightie off her shoulders and unbuttoned the front. Her maternity bra was soaked with her milk. Tom looked at his daughter as she unclasped her bra. Then her pale full breasts were exposed to his eyes for the very first time. Tom's mouth went dry as his eyes feasted on the lovely shaped breasts, with her nipples still very pink and engorged, like two grapes. He could see that the nipples were wet with streaks of white milk. He could not help himself as his penis began to throb and hardened. Julie cupped the twin mounds of swollen flesh in the palms of her hands and whispered softly, "help me to empty them, Dad," she said in a voice he could hardly hear. "Just suck on my nipples, please,' she told him. Tom's hands was visibly shaking as he reached out to move Julie's hands away and took her place, cupping the heavily filled breasts in his own. He felt their weight and every so softly, he kneaded them. A spurt of milk squirted out and landed on his face. Instinctively, he lowered his head and his mouth sought a protruding nipple. He could feel it grow instantly hard when his mouth encircled it. And he began to suck, drawing the sweet tasting milk of his daughter onto his tongue and swallowing. He went from one nipple to the other, sucking her like a child until she was completely drained. He slid off the bed, kneeling on the floor, turning her, holding her by her arms as he kept his mouth sealed onto her breasts. Julie was also gasping at the exquisite feeling of her father's mouth, almost ravishing her breasts. She was taking in gulps of air as she felt his tongue rasping at her nipples. Now that her breasts were relieved of their tightness, she felt them growing firm and hard as he kept sucking on them. She slowly pushed his head away and he released her. Father and daughter looked into each other's eyes, both trying to catch their breaths. Tom was first to speak, unevenly, "are you alright, dear," he managed to say. "Yes, Dad, thanks," she blushed, as she covered herself with her nightie. He got up and stood before her, his frame casting a shadow on her. Her eyes unintentionally caught sight of huge tent between his crotch. Tom saw her looking and he made a coughing sound as he turned and sat down beside her. Both knew that something could never be the same again. Tom kissed her on her cheeks and walked out of her room. As Tom walked away, Julie sat for awhile, panting softly. She could still feel the tingling sensations on her nipples and knew that she was completely wet between her thighs. She covered her face with her hands, her body shaking as tears fell down her cheeks. She knew that what had begun as an innocent act of help had crossed the invisible line of incestuous yearning between father and daughter. Upon reaching his room, Tom immediately undressed himself and went into the bathroom. His hand clutched his hard penis and he masturbated, cumming onto the tissue that he had covered his penis with. Spurt after spurt of thick vicious sperm soaked the tissue. He leaned against the cool tile of the bathroom wall, his mind wandering back to the memory of his daughter's wondrous breasts. He could still taste the milk that he had drained from her body. They hardly talked to each other during breakfast the next day. Both were deep in their own thoughts, unsure of what the other was thinking. They avoided each other's eyes, eating in silence. Tom suddenly said, "I'll be late tonight, I have a meeting with the town council, are you sure you'll be ok, alone?" Julie looked up for the first time. She offered him a smile, "don't worry Dad, I'll be fine, take care," she replied. Tom stood up and walked over to her. He kissed her on the forehead and left the house. She heard the car moved away. Heaving a sigh of relief, she sat down and tried to come to terms of what had transpired between them both. She tried to reason out that what happened was only natural. Looking down, she could see the gentle swelling of her belly. Putting her hands onto her stomach, she felt pangs of guilt knowing that she had experienced the sexual wanting of her father and knowing that he too felt the same about her. She knew that he had stopped just in time. Now she wondered what the future would be. A thought of her husband and the child she was carrying was almost too much for her to bear. God, how could this happen to her, she said to herself. The Senator's meeting with the town council ended in disagreement. Tom Santini could not keep his mind on what they were discussing. His mind kept going back to Julie, the unfulfilled lust that he felt within himself. The smell of her, her softness and everything about her had released something that he knew he could not control. When the meeting ended, he went back to his office and sat by himself, trying to make sense of what he should do. Finally, he knew that there was only one thing that he wanted and hoped that Julie too felt the same. Looking at his watch, he saw that the time was already 11.45 at night. Stepping quietly into the house, Tom saw that the light in Julie's room was still on. Taking a deep breath, he headed towards her door and knocked softly. He opened it. Julie was sitting at the edge of her bed. Their eyes met. Both did not say a word as Tom closed the door. The big man stood looking at her, his eyes raping her body. She too just looked at him, not moving or saying a word. Tom went into her bathroom and stripped. He got under the shower. Julie heard her father bathing. Her body trembled knowing that her silence had given him her consent. The sudden quietness made her shiver again. Then the bathroom door opened. Tom Santini stood, freshly showered, with only her towel around his midriff. Julie stood up, her eyes avoiding him as she walked past him and closed the bathroom door. When she came out, Tom was standing in the middle of the room. Her knees were shaking and she could not move. Tom came towards her and took her slender hand in his. He walked her to the single sofa chair and both stood beside it. The top of Julie's head only reached his shoulders. Gently, Tom cupped her face in his large hands and his lips sought hers. He kissed her mouth for almost a minute and then his tongue invaded into hers. Stepping back, Tom pushed her bathrobe off her shoulders and it fell in a heap onto the floor. Julie stood nude before her father. Her breasts were full and firm and her nipples engorged and straining outwards. Her pregnant stomach gently sloping, and the soft pubic hair curling inwards between her crotch. Tom gasped at the goddess standing naked before him. He slipped off the towel and his turgid penis, hot and hard touched her belly. Both just took in each other's naked sights and with a groan, Tom bent his head down towards Julie's chest and his mouth sought an engorged nipple. Sucking gently, his hands encircled her as he kneaded her buttocks, pressing her against him. Julie threw her head back, her mouth opening as she felt him sucking her milk. Then he slowly fell to his knees as his mouth and tongue trail downwards until his head was against her crotch. Trembling, she placed her hands on his shoulders for support as she spread open her legs. Then she felt him against her vagina, licking her and feeling his tongue penetrating inside her body. She gasped as she felt him sucking for her love juice. The spasms of her vaginal muscles tried to trap his tongue as she had her first orgasm, her hands clutching tightly against his shoulder. She began to sag and he knew she would crumble to the floor, so he took his mouth from her matted pubic hair, carried her in his arms and headed for his room. Placing her on his bed, he turned her so that she lay on her side. His hand brushed her buttocks as he used his finger to rub against her clitoris until she started to flow with wetness again. Pressing gently against her in the spoon position, he rubbed the head of his penis against her vagina. Her wetness and his earlier tonguing had made her open to accept his huge phallus. It was the first incestuous fuck between father and daughter. As he showered, Frank could not believe the incredible love he felt for his daughter. He did not even want to think about the consequences of their act, neither did he want to think about his son nor what the future might bring. It was only the insatiable need of Julie's pregnant body that he wanted, now and always. They have passed the Rubicon. Both father and daughter knew in their hearts that they were lost in their craving for each other's flesh. They could not even think of what the future would bring. Their first love making was so intensified that each time Frank recalled the vision of his penis deep inside Julie's pregnant body, pre-cum seeped out of his hardened cock and wet his underpants. Although both of them needed each other desperately, Tom did not touch his daughter after that first fuck. He acted normal whenever they were around one another but they kept stealing glances at each other when they thought the other was not looking. Julie now looked at her father in a different light. He was now her lover, something that never crossed her mind before. Her nipples grew hard and she could feel herself growing wet whenever he was around her. But she too maintained the undeclared understanding of not pursuing their taboo feelings for each other. It was tremendously difficult for father and daughter to pretend that nothing had happened between them. It was for her unborn baby and his future grandchild's sake that they refrained from satisfying their wanting for one another. But fate took a hand and decided for them what they had tried so hard to ignore. On the Friday of the third week, after their erotic encounter, Julie received a letter from William. In the letter, he told her of his loneliness out there in Brazil and how much he missed her. He was also looking eagerly to the arrival of their first born. William also wrote that he had a lovely house and had got ready all the amenities and wanted her to be with him. He also informed her that he had already dispatched her air tickets and she would be flying out on Sunday. She held the letter in her hands and feelings of guilt and remorse played on her mind. When Tom got home, he noticed that Julie was in a pensive mood. He did not say anything but went straight to his room. As he was taking off his tie, Julie appeared at his door. She just held out the letter to him. Tom took the letter and read it. He read it silently and when he finished, he heaved a sigh of impending loss, knowing that this woman standing close to him, the only woman he ever really wanted would soon be gone from his life. They just looked at each other and he could see tears welling in her eyes. Tom opened his mouth to say something, but Julie put a finger against his lips, and then turned and walk out of his room. As she walked away, Tom wanted to rush to her and hold her in his arms, but he knew that it was over. Dinner that night was a silent affair. In their hearts, both knew that probably they would not see each other again for sometime. Even when they do meet in future, the hunger that they had for each other would forever remain in the recess of their memories. When dinner was over, Julie washed up while Tom sat at the table. He could not take his eyes off her. Her young pregnant body, the firm full breasts, her flaring buttocks and long legs and he felt his penis going hard in his pants. Tom got up from his chair and moved behind Julie, who was still at the sink, wiping the plates. He hands encircled her stomach, rubbing it gently and he removed the plate that she was holding, putting it down on the sideboard. He nuzzled his face into her soft hair as his fingers began to unbutton her blouse. Julie let bent her head back, resting against his chest as Tom unclasped the hook of her bra. Her breasts sprang free and she gulps in a deep breath as she felt him caressing her firm nipples. The illicit sex was beginning again and she could not help but weakened against the exquisite feelings that began emit between the crotch of her thighs. Tom kneaded her breasts and soon he felt his fingers getting wet with her milk. Turning her around to face him, he bent down to suck her milk. Drinking from her body, Tom's penis grew taut in his pants. He released her and father and daughter looked into each other's eyes, both lost in lust. The Senator The moonlight streaming in from the 12th floor window between the gap in the curtains shot across the girl’s bare buttocks, accentuating their shape and firmness. She was young, probably no more than 20, but Tom had never asked. She had been coming on to him every time he was in the restaurant, thrusting her chest towards him, playing with her hair as he engaged her in light conversation before ordering. She was discreet when Tom’s dinner guest was sitting at the table, but that ended as soon as he was alone. “It’s not me,” he thought. “Just another blonde bimbo. The celebrity is what she craves.” He was in his third term as Senator, and he could pretty much write his own ticket to the Presidential nomination in five months if things continued as they were. The Senator’s strong chin, chiseled features, lean body, and full head of thick, brown hair were splashed across tv screens on a nightly basis, and attention from the opposite sex was nothing new. And he certainly wanted her, his cock hardened at the sight of her, the smooth, rounded limbs, the firm young ass, and deep cleavage he had trouble pulling his eyes out of. She was blonde, of course, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to know exactly what he was feeling. He had wanted to fuck her the first time he saw her. Instead, he waited until the perfect opportunity. Tom’s wife was out of town, and he was dining alone. He had slipped a note to the girl along with a credit card to pay for his meal. He spotted her when he walked through the lobby of the hotel; she was sitting on a sofa just off the main lobby, twirling her hair. Her legs were crossed, and her arms were folded beneath her breasts, causing them to swell over the top of her blouse. Nearly a half hour passed before Tom heard the knock on his door. His cock sprang to life as he crossed the suite and looked through the eyehole. She was standing with her back turned, looking left and right. He opened the door just as she was about to knock again and he hurried her inside. She introduced herself as Michelle, even as she was pulling off her top. Her breasts were huge, and bobbled beneath her bra as she shook her hair free, tossing her shirt to the side of the room. Tom watched her silently as she reached behind her back and unhooked the bra. She let it slide down her arms, before tossing it aside as well, baring her enormous breasts to Tom’s greedy eyes for the first time. All feelings of guilt left Tom as he feasted on her young flesh, abundant and firm. Despite their size, Michelle’s tits stood proudly high on her chest, topped by small, erect, pink nipples that sat dead center inside her half-dollar size areola’s. Michelle dropped to her knees in front of him, unzipping his pants quickly, allowing them to drop to his ankles. He tangled his fingers in her silky, golden hair, and his head dropped back as he felt Michelle’s wet tongue begin to caress his balls. He groaned when she took them in her mouth, sucking on each one, moaning as she slathered her tongue all over his sac. “Oh God, that feels so good baby,” he moaned, looking down at her. She was looking back at him, and he groaned even louder as she sank down on his throbbing erection, her full, wet lips sliding along the length of him until her nose pressed into his pubic hair. He fondled her tits, allowing the firm, gorgeous flesh to bulge between his fingers. The heavy globes were soft and pliable, and he worked them hard while Michelle milked his cock in her mouth. Just the mere scent of Michelle’s young body was driving Tom wild, and he knew he wouldn’t last long. He could already feel his orgasm approaching. Michelle stroked his balls while her mouth quickly moved up and down his shaft. Her free hand clutched around his throbbing cock, and followed her mouth up and down, while Tom pinched her nipples. Michelle pulled her mouth off his cock, and rose up a bit, grasping her breasts from the sides. She squashed them together, creating a huge valley of young flesh, and he thrust his cock between them. She dipped her head and spit down into her cleavage, and the Senator’s cock drove between her mounds, using the spit as lubrication while the engorged head drove towards Michelle’s darting tongue. “Fuck my tits, baby, fuck ‘em hard,” Michelle said, staring up at Tom’s face. His passion had boiled over and felt the cum rising after just a couple pumps. “I’m gonna cum all over you, slut,” he cried. “Here it is, bitch.” Michelle fisted his cock again, aiming the head towards her open mouth, the first blast of cum squirting directly on to her dangling tongue. She worked the cock between her lips, jerking the cum into her throat. Again and again, the Senator’s seed splashed against the roof of her mouth, and she swallowed his semen as quickly as she could, milking the balls dry with her soft hand. Tom received blowjobs as a regular benefit of office. Everyone from eager high school girls, to horny housewives had gone down on him over the years, and he preferred to cum all over their faces, taking pleasure in seeing their expressions as huge ropes of his white, hot semen splattered in their hair, dripped from their cheeks, and dribbled from their chins. But Michelle was different, she was as beautiful a woman as he’d ever seen, and he would have done anything she asked. “I’ve wanted to eat your cum for so long,” Michelle cooed, standing before him as she stripped his shirt off. “You’re so fucking hot,” he breathed, dipping his head to suck at her tits while she stripped her skirt off. He drank from her breasts as she held the back of his head, his hands squeezing the breasts together, his tongue snaking out over the nipples. His fingers dug hard into her flesh, and his mouth pulled urgently at the nipples, and Michelle began to groan louder as she stepped out of her miniscule thong panties. Tom examined her body, amazed that his cock was already beginning to rise between his legs. For years now, sex with his wife amounted to a couple of quick pumps inside her before he shot his load, rolled over, and fell asleep. They had no children; Denise had been given an emergency hysterectomy years ago. Even so, their sex life had dwindled, as Tom grew busier and busier. Denise warmed to the life of a socialite, making the rounds on his campaigns, and enjoying lunches at expensive restaurants and country clubs around the country. Michelle was at least a foot shorter than the Senator, who stood 6 feet, 4 inches tall. Her long, slightly wavy blonde hair hung to the middle of her back, and the soft light from a lamp off to her right glinted off her highlights, as she stood naked before him. The tits were incredible, Tom had never seen a more perfect pair of breasts, and Michelle thrust them out as she followed his gaze down her body. Below her breasts, her stomach was flat and muscled, her waist, tiny. Her hips flared out below her waist, and her thighs were smooth, firm, and rounded. Her sex was completely shaven bald, making her appear even younger than she probably was. Michelle spun around, giving Tom a view of her perfect, toned ass. The cheeks jutted out from her body, full and round, and the slit between them was long and deep, creating large globes of flesh that churned Tom’s already raging lust. He walked over, pressing his throbbing cock into her ass cleavage, his arms encircling her waist to cup the heavy tits. Michelle leaned back into him, stroking her cheek against his as he kissed her neck, pushing the hair away from her shoulder to drag his tongue along her smooth skin. “I’ve wanted you a long time Senator,” she whispered, cupping his hand, which had crept down over her sex. She was wet, and Tom wasted no time sliding a finger between her lips, pressing up into her velvety hole, sucking a kiss from her lips as she began to ride his finger. Tom held her as she writhed against him, his cock sliding along the crack of her ass as she rode his finger, encouraging him to push a second finger inside her tight sheath. Soon, Michelle exploded, crying out as her fluids rushed from her sopping hole, dripping down her legs. Tom continued fucking her until her orgasm subsided, then he kissed down her smooth back, before kneeling, his face inches from her gorgeous buttocks. He squeezed them in his hands, kneading them roughly, and Michelle pushed back against him. He slid his tongue between her buttocks before pulling them apart, and she flinched as she felt him inching toward her puckered hole. She sank back against him as his tongue snaked inside of her, his fingers sliding up her smooth thighs to stroke her clit. Tom slipped his tongue from her ass to explore her sex, lapping up the juices that had rolled down the inside of her thighs. Finally, he stood, picking her up by the ass, and impaled her roughly onto his throbbing cock. She arched her back as he threw her down on the bed, driving his cock deep into her tight sheath, crying out as her sex clamped down on his raging erection. “Fuck me so hard, baby,” she said, squashing her breasts together while he began pumping her. Tom hadn’t penetrated a woman besides his wife in years, and Michelle’s pussy was as tight as anything he’d ever felt. As his straining cock pushed through the smooth, warm folds of Michelle’s hole, he realized for the second time that he wouldn’t last long. He pounded into Michelle, driving her soft body down into the mattress, and she clutched at his buttocks, raising her hips up to meet his thrusts. “You like that, you little slut,” he said through gritted teeth. He was staring into the young girl’s eyes as her tits slapped together between them. Her mouth was open wide, her face twisted with lust, and she began to whimper, pleading with him to keep fucking her. “Fuck me, harder, fuck me harder, please,” she cried from beneath him as he dipped his head to suck on her breasts. He gathered them in his hands as he pounded his hips back and forth, driving his cock deep into the young girl’s pulsing sex. “I’m going to cum, you whore. You’re gonna make me fill that cunt with my cum.” “God yes, baby, fill me with your cum, fill me up baby.” The Senator exploded inside Michelle’s body, and she held him by the buttocks deep inside her until his balls were emptied. Tom fell on top of her, and she stroked his bare skin. Eventually, he stirred, rising to wipe the end of his cock her breasts. “Thanks, baby,” he said. “You can stay the night if you want to.” Michelle smiled, sliding up towards the head of the bed. She slid her naked body beneath the sheets, and pulled them up just beneath her breasts. Tom didn’t wake her up that night while he stared at her, he simply masturbated while fondling one of her firm ass cheeks, and she slipped out of his room quietly once he had fallen asleep. 2. Michelle pulled her clothes on quickly, not wanting to wake the Senator. She had felt him above her early in the morning, squeezing her ass cheek while he pumped himself over her back. She had heard his groaning, and the obscenities that tore from his mouth as his cum splattered over her naked back and up into her hair. Once she was sure that she had left no trace behind her, she slipped out of the room as quietly as she could. Hurrying to her car, Michelle jumped in, turned over the engine, and sped home. When Michelle was certain she had followed every procedure she had learned in the classes she had recently been taking at Georgetown, she jumped in the shower with the water as hot as she could stand. “Fucking pig,” she said over and over again, scrubbing her body furiously. Confident that she was as clean as she could possibly be, she stepped out of the shower and dressed quickly. Her hair was still wet as she piled the duffel into the back of the car, where the rest of her things were. She left her key inside the super’s mailbox, and sped off down the road, running a red light in the process. The tears overcame her as she sat at a red light. “It’ll be over soon,” she whispered to the teddy bear sitting in the passenger seat, a gift from her girlfriend. 3. Jason Krause nearly threw his cell phone against his bedroom wall when it rang at 5:00 a.m. Today was supposed to be his day off, and he silently cursed himself for not shutting the phone off. “Yes,” he answered groggily. “Jason, it’s Tom.” “Yes, Senator, is everything okay?” “I woke you up, sorry. It’s supposed to be your day off. I just wanted to, well, I don’t know. I slept with someone last night.” “What?” Jason said, feeling as though someone had thrown a cold bucket of water over him. He sat up in bed, resting his naked back against the cool headboard. He had managed to not wake Kelly, who was sleeping soundly next to him. There would be hell to pay if she awoke to find him talking to the Senator, it was his first day off in eight months, and he had managed to convince her to take the day off as well. “Some whore kept flirting with me in the restaurant. God, the tits and ass on this chick, Jason, you would have done it too.” “You mean the waitress at Joey’s? The blonde? You fucked her?” He crawled out of bed, and crept out of the room, not bothering to dress as his mind raced through all the issues that he was now going to have to deal with. “Yes, her name’s Michelle. She’s a total slut, she…” “Senator, is she still there?” “No, she left early this morning. I was sleeping.” “She left without saying goodbye?” “Is that a problem? I got what I wanted from her, she let me use her…” “Senator, think about it. If she were simply a groupie, she would have stayed close to you until you told her she had to leave. She’s got an agenda. Fuck.” “Calm down, Jason,” the Senator said, though his voice wavered. “You don’t know this girl. She’s just a blonde-headed, big-titted bimbo, a complete airhead. She just wanted to get fucked by someone famous.” “I think you might be underestimating the situation,” Jason replied, peaking out the front window through the closed blinds. The sun was starting to rise, and a few cars passed his apartment on the street below. “Look, I didn’t mean to wake you. I forgot it was your day off, I just thought I’d tell you. Nobody saw us together, and like I said, this girl won’t be a problem. I’d like to do her again.” “You’re kidding?” “Not at all. You should get a piece of that, this girl’s got a body you wouldn’t believe.” “She’s got you by the balls Tom. Did you use protection?” “That’s the first time you’ve called me Tom since you began running my office.” “Did you use protection?” “No, what’s the big deal?” “Did you cum inside her?” A glimmer of hope still remained; the Senator wouldn’t have been clueless enough to leave his DNA inside this girl. “No, I didn’t. She blew me, and then I fucked her. She fell asleep, and that was that.” “Fuck.” “Look, it’s no big deal. Go back to Kelly, she’s a hot piece of ass, get laid today. A lot.” “I’ve asked you not to refer to her like that. I realize you’re my boss, but there’s no reason for it. She’s smarter than both of us combined.” Tom chuckled, and Jason winced, realizing Tom had no grasp of the situation he was now in. The hesitation in the Senator’s voice was probably not the lack of confidence Jason had mistaken it for, but more likely just a symptom of not sleeping. “Anyway, have a good weekend, you deserve it. I’ll see you on Monday.” “You’ll hear from me before then.” “It’s not a problem, Jason, really. This girl is a bimbo. Trust me.” Jason hung up the phone, recalling the last major situation he had managed to keep quiet involving the Senator and a black, teenage girl who had visited the re-election campaign headquarters two years ago, accompanied by her father who was a strong supporter of the Senator. Tom had winked to Jason when he suggested he take the girl into his office, telling her father that he liked to interview all potential volunteers before Jason hired them. Jason had tried to prevent the Senator from taking the girl into his office, but he hadn’t been successful. After a couple of hours, the girl’s father grew impatient, and demanded that the he be let into the Senator’s office. He had noticed the glint in Tom’s eye, and had caught him staring at his daughter’s breasts and backside as she toured the headquarters. Jason was not successful in keeping the father from storming the Senator’s office, and Tom hadn’t been bright enough to lock the door behind him. When Jason made it into the room right behind the father, Tom was leaning against his desk, his pants at his ankles, and the young black girl kneeling before him, the head of the Senator’s cock in her mouth. She was completely naked, and when she turned her head, her face was completely soaked in the Senator’s semen. Her black skin contrasted strongly with the white fluid, and she looked as though she had taken on an entire football team. The semen had splattered in her hair, and all over her breasts as well, and the father lunged at Tom before Jason tackled him. The girl had screamed, standing up, while trying to shield her body from watchful eyes. Tom had slammed his door shut, while Jason wrestled with the girl’s father. Eventually, the man calmed down long enough for Jason to begin his negotiation. A half a million bucks of the Senator’s money later, and the story was quashed. Two hours after it had happened, the Senator was raving about the girl’s oral skills, insisting that had he been given more time, he would have “tapped that ass.” Beyond the Senator’s poor attempt at sounding younger, Jason was disgusted with Tom’s attitude and tone, as if the father didn’t have a reason to be angry. Tom had been collecting nearly as many blowjobs over the years as votes, and Jason always worried, from the day he was hired, that the Senator’s philandering would result in a situation he couldn’t control. Apparently, his worrying was for good reason. He turned the cell phone off, left it on the counter, and went back to bed. Kelly curled up next to him as he slipped back into bed, and he heard nothing for another four hours. 4. “You have to quit, Jason. Call him today, and resign.” “I can’t quit, he gave me a great job when I had almost no experience.” “And you’ve paid him back twenty-fold for that, but this isn’t your mess. He’s a sleazy guy, and he finally got caught.” “We don’t know what the girl’s intentions are, Kel. She might have had to go to work, or maybe she had a class.” Jason wasn’t sure why he was arguing with Kelly, he knew she was right. The waitress wasn’t going to keep silent, but he fell into his natural habit of defending the Senator. “It doesn’t matter,” she said. “Even if the girl was star-struck, he’s been cheating on Denise for years, and he’s not the man people think they keep electing.” Jason had met Kelly while in a bookstore, where the Senator was signing copies of his latest book. The women were lined up down the street for a chance to meet Tom, with his square jaw, dark hair, and perfect set of white teeth. Kelly was working as a clerk in the store, and Tom had pointed her out the second they set foot inside. “Now there’s a piece of ass,” Tom said, motioning with his head to Kelly who was standing with her back to them. It wasn’t that Tom was wrong; Kelly was wearing a pair of cargo pants that hugged her ass in all the right places. Her long, shiny brown hair had attracted Jason’s eye immediately, and when she turned, Jason was floored. Her face seemed to form the perfect oval, highlighted by green eyes, and the sexiest pair of lips Jason had ever laid his own brown eyes on. She was beautiful, which for Jason, meant she was out of his league. “She’s very attractive,” Jason had said, admiring the arrogant thrust of the woman’s breasts against her Georgetown law t-shirt, which caused the head of the bulldog mascot to stretch between them. The Senator She had smiled, and Jason felt an immediate lack of respect for the girl. She was like all the others, fooled by the Senator’s handsome face, and expensive, perfectly tailored suit. Subsequently, Jason learned that Kelly was smiling at him, and he managed to ask her out for coffee before the Senator’s book signing was over. They had made love on the third date; exactly two dates after Jason had fallen head over heels in love with her. She was a third year law student, with a job in her father’s criminal defense firm waiting for her. She worked at the bookstore not because she needed the money, but because she had a ravenous appetite for books, and the job provided her with the access to anything she wanted, as well as a healthy employee discount. Jason had pointed out to her that her father was worth more than 50 of the bookstores, but that’s as far as the conversation went. Nearly a year later, and Jason had saved almost a full third of the four hundred thousand dollars he intended to put down as an initial payment to a beautiful townhouse that Kelly had spotted just ten minutes from her father’s cushy offices. The ring had already been purchased, and Jason was just a month away from asking Kelly to marry him. “Your father hates me,” Jason said, emerging from the thoughts swirling in his head. “What?” Kelly said, closing the refrigerator door. She was on her second cup of coffee, usually her limit, and Jason admired the way her pajama’s clung to her tight buttocks. “You know he doesn’t hate you, and don’t try changing the subject.” She sat down across from him again and began to skim the paper, sipping her coffee as Jason watched her silently. She brushed her hair behind her ear, and folded her bottom lip behind her front tooth, nibbling on it a bit. Jason found her idiosyncrasies to be incredibly fascinating, and the fact that he knew about them, pleased him even more. She was breathtaking. “He doesn’t think I’m good enough for you, Kelly.” “No, he doesn’t think your boss is good enough for you. He’s right. We’d both like you to see that.” I made my way to her side of the table, and kissed the top of her head. “I love you,” he whispered. “I know. I love you too.” She stood, and he held her, cupping her ass in his hands tightly. 5. Belkin flipped his cell phone shut, and sat back in his chair, hands in front of him, finger and palms pressing against each other. Thomas had done it again, and he knew Jason’s instincts were accurate – the girl was more than just a groupie out to do a celebrity, she had an agenda. Immediately after Tom had ended his conversation with Jason, Belkin had phoned the Senator, alerting him that he had heard the entire conversation. One of his men had spotted Michelle entering the Senator’s hotel, and recognized her from the restaurant. Plans to find out everything about the girl had already been set in motion, and with any luck, Belkin would know everything from the girl’s bra size to what she ate for breakfast by lunch time. There was still a chance that the girl was just some kid that decided to play games with the Senator, and when it went too far, she had slipped out quietly to deal with her shame alone. But it didn’t feel right; the flirting had gone on for weeks. It was much too early to call the Six, but Belkin was sure he’d be making the call by the end of the day. The Senator had been easy to manage for months, the worst flare-up occurred when he had stroked a woman’s buttocks through her skirt in an elevator in Montana, only later to learn she was a local news reporter who had threatened to take the story to air unless her station was granted an exclusive interview with the likely next President. It seemed odd to the National Press that an out of the way local news station had negotiated an hour-long sit down with the Senator, far out of his constituency, but only cursory inquiries were made to how it happened. The Six had helped with that. Belkin had actually admired the young reporter for her actions, she hadn’t known anything specific, he had worked hard to ensure that any of the Senator’s frivolous activities were kept quiet, and any trails, paper, human, or otherwise had been silenced, but she sensed that the Senator was not the most faithful of men, and had dressed accordingly hoping to exploit his raging passions. “Janet, could you come in here please,” Belkin spoke into the intercom on his desk. Soon, the large oak door across the room opened, and a tall, curvaceous brunette, with blue eyes, full red lips, and high cheekbones walked in, wearing a form-fitting pair of black shorts and a tube top that strained to contain her huge silicone breasts. He had recruited her at the age of 21, a whiz kid who had graduated high school, college, and Harvard law early, a young, eager law student with motivation, but enough beauty that she’d have to work twice as hard to be taken seriously in her profession. Belkin had offered her a job for triple the salary she was being offered anywhere else, and made no attempt to hide what it was he did for a living. She had undergone the breast surgery at his request, and knew exactly what he wanted without having to be asked. Janet had a secret that only he had known about, and had exploited it to perfection. Janet had carried on a consensual incestuous relationship with her father, a Chicago Tort lawyer for a couple of years, and Belkin, while not threatening to use the information, subtlety informed Janet that there would be consequences for disloyalty. Janet later understood that she had been trapped from the time Belkin contacted her. He would not allow her to walk freely about after what he had told her during recruitment, and having come to understand the lengths he would go to keep the secrets he needed to keep, her life had been in his hands from the moment he happened upon her transcript. She dutifully pulled the tube top down, exposing the high, surgically-perfected breasts, and knelt in front of Belkin who was standing in front of her with his pants at his ankles, and soon her tongue was sliding along his balls, coating them with her saliva. Her tongue darted back to his asshole, and she teased it while he pulled at her hair. Soon, his huge cock was fully erect, and she covered it with her wet mouth, sliding the length of it down her throat until her nose met his pubic hair. Janet had been the only woman in Belkin’s life that had managed to take all of him into her mouth, and he toyed with her nipples as she vigorously sucked his cock. Normally, he would slide his cock between Janet’s enormous breasts, but today he simply exploded in Janet’s mouth, taking pleasure in watching the pretty brunette struggle to swallow the copious load. When she’d finished, she asked if there was anything else and he said nothing. She knew that meant it was time for her to leave, so she turned and walked out the door. “Bastard,” she muttered under her breath when the door closed. The love of her life was out there, somewhere, right now, and soon she could be with her again. Janet had been bi-sexual from the time she understood the meaning of the word, but ever since her father had ended their relationship, she had preferred women. That was something Belkin didn’t know. 6. Jason’s cell phone rang just as he and Kelly emerged from the library. He had barely turned it back on when it began to chirp, and Kelly shot him a dirty look as he peered at the display. The number came up on his caller ID, but he had no idea who it was. “This is Jason,” he said after flipping the phone open. “I assume you can’t immediately trace this call,” a soft, but confident feminine voice asked. “Who is this?” he asked. The voice was familiar, but he couldn’t place it. One thing he knew for sure was that it was sexy as hell. “You know who this is. I’m sure the Senator has already called you about me.” “Oh yes, the restaurant tramp. I believe your name is Michelle? What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Kelly had continued walking as Jason stopped to answer the phone, and he spotted her across the street, sitting on a bench in the park beneath a giant willow tree. “You know nothing about me, so save your judgments for someone else. I can prove things the Senator would not want people to know, things that would destroy him. I’m sure you know what that evidence is. I’m not interested in destroying the man’s life, unless I don’t get what’s mine.” “What’s yours? What are you talking about?” Jason was stunned. This girl was acting as if she was entitled to something, simply because she had managed to take advantage of an easily corruptible man. “100 million dollars, I don’t care where it comes from. I have set up an untraceable bank account offshore, and I want the money wired into the account by the end of the day. I will send you a text message with the relevant account numbers as soon as you hang up.” “You’re out of your mind…” “DNA, Jason. And trust me, this isn’t just about the Senator cheating on his wife.” Jason heard the phone click before he could respond, and he stood for a moment, blinking wildly as he gazed at Kelly across the street. Soon, he received two text messages. One contained the information he had been told would follow, and the second simply indicated that the phone was going to be destroyed. As Jason was waiting for a chance to cross the street, his phone rang again, and once again, he didn’t recognize the number. “Jason,” an older man with a strong, but passionless voice barked at him. “You don’t know who I am, and that won’t change. I’m just telling you that this is too big for you to handle. Leave it alone, go back to work on Monday, and don’t talk about it with that piece of cheesecake you’re fucking.” The line went dead again, and he stared at the phone for a moment. The light had changed and he walked slowly across the street, slipping the phone back into his pocket. Kelly was still glaring at him when he made it to the bench. “You really have no concept of what a vacation is, do you?” she asked, not looking at him as he sat next to her. He reached inside his pocket and switched his phone off. “I’m sorry Kelly,” he said quietly, staring off into space. She turned and looked at him, saw the worried, almost horrified expression on his face, and immediately warmed to him. “Baby, what’s wrong?” she asked. “Was it her? What does she want?” “I can’t talk about it.” “Is that how it is, I was trying to…” “No, Kel, please, just trust me. I was warned not to talk about it, and I’m not. Please, for me, let it go. I’m out of it.” Kelly sat staring at him for a moment, searching his eyes, his mouth, for some sign that he was joking, and when she found none, she moved closer to him, and rested her head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry baby.” 7. “You’re fucking kidding!” Tom screamed into his phone, slamming the door in his office as he spoke. “That little bitch. That’s preposterous. No way I’m paying that.” It was just before 9 o’clock, and most of the staffers had gone home, but Tom had been completing some written interviews when his cell phone rang. “It’s not that easy, you moron,” Belkin barked into the phone. “We can’t find the girl, we’ve been to her house. Her landlord doesn’t know where she is or when she left, and it’s obvious, this girl knew not to give her friends any information. We tracked down as many as we could find that worked at the restaurant. All the employees could give us was her home phone number, which, thankfully is a landline. This bimbo of yours has all the leverage.” “Who is she? Did you find out who she was, beyond the phone number?” “Yes.” “Well?” “Her name is Michelle McCormack, she’s 19, and until recently, she was enrolled at Georgetown. Eventually, she intended on going to law school, but last month she suddenly dropped out of school. We believe she had already engineered her plan, and is banking on the fact that you’ll pay her what she’s asking, and she won’t need a degree.” “Whore,” Tom muttered. “I should have fucked her in the ass, the bitch deserved…” “Tom, enough. There’s more.” “Fine. I’m listening.” “Michelle’s mother gave birth to her about 3 months shy of her 20th birthday. Something had gone wrong, her heart stopped during delivery, and she passed away. According to my people, the woman’s name was Catherine McCormack. She was working as a waitress in a small diner in Manhattan about 19 years ago. Does any of this sound familiar?” “No? Should it?” The truth was, Tom wasn’t really listening to the details, he was still fuming that some air headed blonde with big tits had managed to get the better of him. “Do you remember what you were doing 19 years ago? You were 30 years old.” “I was campaigning for the open Senate seat.” “That’s right.” “Oh my God,” Tom said, memories of a young girl in the back of a limo, shy, quiet, innocent, quietly rocking herself up and down on him while his wife waited across town to be picked up. “But, if, that’s Michelle’s mother…” “You fucked your own daughter, Tom.” “No, no, this can’t, nobody would, there’s no proof, I can’t….” “She got all the proof she needed when you blew your load inside of her. More than once, I might add.” “You sick son of a bitch. You’re lying. What kind of sick person would do that?” Tom was furious, and he tugged at his necktie, throwing it down on the desk in front of him, while doubt slowly began to crack the immediate wall he had built in his mind to shield himself from Belkin’s information. “Tom, you knocked that girl up 19 years ago, and she had a baby daughter. The name on the birth certificate is Michelle, and the date of birth fits the time of the incident in the limo. We were able to pinpoint the time by pulling your campaign itinerary. This isn’t a lie. Janet will be faxing you the information in your hotel room. I suggest you read it, understand what kind of shit you’re in, then shred the documents completely.” Belkin hung up, and Tom dropped the phone on his desk. “My own daughter,” he whispered in horror. “Fuck…” 8. Michelle stamped her foot into the phone lying smashed at her feet one more time, before kicking it into the street where parts of it scattered into traffic. People stared at her for a moment, but she was used to the attention. Men looked her up and down whether they were alone or with their wives or girlfriends, and she had learned to ignore it. She indeed had not told anyone where she was going, and insisted on her last day at the restaurant that if someone came around asking question about her, they be as open and honest as possible when Belkin’s men questioned her. The fact that she knew about Belkin at all was her greatest advantage, she was sure he had no idea how much she knew. She had plans for him as well. Michelle walked quickly to the end of the block and caught a cab, ignored the driver’s lustful glances at her bulging cleavage, and instructed him where to go. The driver attempted to make small talk, but Michelle was lost in her own thoughts. She couldn’t erase the memories of the previous night, no matter how hard she had scrubbed in the shower that morning. When the driver pulled up in front of her destination, she was lost in another world, awakened only by the driver gripping her thigh to wake her. “Get your fucking hands off me,” she growled, before throwing a 20-dollar bill into the front seat. She had packed light, a small bag with underwear, and the money she had saved was all she carried. Her car was hidden where she was pretty sure it would never be found. She heard the wheels of the taxi squeal behind her as she entered the huge apartment building through the revolving door. She smiled at the doorman who shot her an admiring glance, then made her way to the elevator, pressing the button for the 23rd floor. She stepped out of the elevator, and walked down the carpeted hall to the last apartment on the floor. She straightened her hair, and then knocked quietly on the door. The door opened quickly, and Michelle stepped inside, immediately embracing the woman who had opened it. She set her bag down, and began to cry as her lover encircled her in her arms, kissing her on the top of her head, stroking her hair. “I’m so glad you’re okay, Shelly. I love you so much, and I’ve been so scared.” “It’s almost over,” Michelle answered, pulling the woman even closer. Eventually, they made their way into the bedroom, and Michelle stripped her clothes off and slipped into bed. “I love you Janet,” Michelle whispered as Janet crawled naked into bed, holding Michelle to her breasts. “I love you too, sweetie,” she said. The Senator and his Mistress **This story is written from the perspective of a male submissive.** Chapter 1 I had never known leather could be so soft. The way it kisses your skin, wraps around you so tightly, so snug, that it becomes a part of you. A second layer of flesh with its own sensations and textures. I can feel everything through the leather; the lightest touch gives me goose bumps, the brush of a finger sends chills down my spine. It feels comforting, as if I am five again and wrapped up in covers, safe from everything outside my cocoon of fabric and warmth. In here, inside this second skin of leather, no one can hurt me. Hurting me is another matter entirely. There is a very fine line between pleasure and pain, so fine that I can only describe it as an E string on a violin, thinner than a needle and so easily broken. The E string provides a barrier much more fragile than we are led to believe. Even stepping close to the line is enough to send us over the edge. Too much pleasure can cause unexpected pain and leave a person wary of attention, while too much pain, though it does not exactly give us pleasure per say, releases chemicals to block receptors in the brain so our bodies go pleasantly numb. This line, this string, is held in balance when pain and pleasure are combined in the most exquisite and erotic ways, leaving the receiver to question themselves, but still begging for more. I'm not completely covered in leather, that isn't really my thing, but a hood, a hood I can do. Blind, gagged, almost deaf, I'm trust into my own little world. I'm left with nothing but my own thoughts, which can be just as terrifying as the real world. I was fifteen when I discovered it. All I saw was one picture, a photograph of a naked man kissing a woman's foot while she posed, whip in hand. The photograph sparked an obsession, website to website, book after book. I didn't dare watch the pornography until I fully understood what I was getting into. I had discovered a world, a completely new way of being that didn't include income, status, even who you are in real life doesn't even matter. I was free, freer than I had ever been before. Freer than when I had moved away from home, freer than living in this country, freer than the sailor who explores the oceans. Freedom that I had never experienced was what drove me to look deeper into myself and discover who I really was. I waited until I was in college to attempt finding a partner; she was a nice girl, a sophomore. We had mutual feelings for each other and she was willing to try what I asked of her, but she couldn't bring herself to raise the whip. That was her only fear; she didn't want to hurt me, even if it was what I wanted. Without that sweet taste of pain, nothing could be achieved, the scene was never complete. I had never considered myself a masochist, but my new desires left me drooling for the smallest pin prick, anything to get me to the edge. I flex my toes a little, so she knows I'm still anxiously awaiting her attention. She makes me sweat like this, I can feel my back slowly becoming sticky, unable to guess her next move. I take a deep breath and clear my mind so that I can focus on her. Find her somewhere in this void of darkness that I know is a room. We are in her basement, a room I know to have beautiful maroon walls and oak furniture. There is a table with some chairs, a chest where she keeps her things, a closet and a door that leads to a small bathroom. She has all the necessary things, the pulley system that can hold the correct amount of weight, the set ups that only She knows how to work, her own private world. My home is not an option: an apartment with thin walls, nosy neighbors and the nasty habit of attracting family to drop by unexpectedly. It does not work for our appetites. My private life is even a secret to those closest to me. They would not understand my reasons, my needs, the burning inside my chest an insatiable desire. It might be a different story if I was in the other position, but that is not to my tastes. I have tried it once, to see what it was like. I found it almost boring, nowhere near as exciting or wonderful as my usual role. I haven't tried it since and have no plans to. I do not have the tendencies to switch. I met her two years ago, exploring the scene in Chicago for the first time. I was invited to watch her a few times before I asked her. Angela, who owns the house, recommended I understand what she was like; she was different from the others. It only took one time, one private viewing to know that She was the one. I felt everything she did to him, as though I were there in his place and she was playing with me. Finally I feel the sting of the cane on the heel of my foot, a warning for what is coming. Beneath the hood I bite my lip, steeling myself for the blows I know will come. She starts lightly at first; she always does, testing me. As though she still can't believe that this is what I want. Each strike falls harder and harder on my bare ass until I cry out against the leather, tears welling in my eyes. This pattern of waiting for the cane continues for almost another hour, until the sweat from my back drips onto the cold tile floor. Only then does she lower the rope suspension, easing me from for feet off the ground to the floor, setting me among pillows she has laid down. The ropes are then untied so that I can stretch out and relax. My long legs ache from being bent and I raise my arms above my head to quell the burn in my elbows. The hood is unlaced from behind after it is removed I keep my eyes closed while she slips on and adjusts a blindfold. I accept a glass of water and slowly sip it, cool relief washing over my parched mouth. After enduring the hour, I will not be tied for the rest of the session that is my reward. I take another sip of the water as she issues her first command of the night: "I am thirsty." Most would think it a selfish statement, after all, I am the one who has endured so much tonight. But I know her better. This is a test to see if I can still put her before me, even when pushed to my limits. "Yes Ma'am." From her voice I can tell she isn't far and I slowly make my way in the direction of her voice. Shuffling on my knees while I carry the glass, I feel the brush of her skin. Lifting a hand, I ask, "May I?" She gives me an affirmative and I place my fingers on what I soon discover is her foot. Pleasure floods my body like an electric shock; I can never get enough of her, her soft skin, sweet scent, the way her voice sounds like music even when harsh. To be allowed to touch her is the greatest gift I could ever receive, to be allowed to worship her fully and give her pleasure. I follow the foot with my palm, massaging her calf as I work my way up to smooth my hand over her hip. My fingers travel up the side of her waist and she sighs contentedly. I take the chance and slowly move my hand to her naked breast. Leaning forward I give her shoulder the softest kiss, my cold lips brushing her skin. She doesn't push me away or tell me to stop and I tentatively give her shoulder another kiss while my thumb rubs her nipple until it's a hard bead. I moan uncontrollably and my kisses become wetter, sloppier, as my lips make their way down her chest to that perfect breast. I'm rolling her nipple between my fingers, while my other hand desperately grips the glass of water. I long to touch myself, the caning has left me hard and aching, touching her sending me closer to the edge. I start panting, my mouth hovering over the hardened nipple when her fingers tangle in my hair and pull me back hard. "Did I give you permission to do that, sub?" Her voice is cruel, it makes me shiver and I can feel my erection throbbing. "I remember saying I was thirsty, and you were doing so well until you forgot your place..." Reprimanded, I hang my head shamefully. My Mistress prides me as the best submissive she has ever had, being told I am any less is painful. She suddenly rubs her thumb over the head of my cock and I shudder. "Your punishment," She tells me softly, "is to not come without my permission." I nod quickly; this is something I am very good at. She curls her fingers around my cock and I instantly understand why this is punishment. She usually has me masturbate for her, but tonight she's doing it herself. I bite my lip, I'm going to have difficulty stopping myself, especially after being allowed to touch her but that is the point. She strokes me slowly, teasing by rubbing a finger across my tip again and again. A whole minute of this torture and she gets faster and I can't help but groan, she's pushing me closer and closer to the edge. She pumps my shaft perfectly and I can't control myself anymore, thrusting my hips I fuck her hand. She has me helplessly moaning, begging to come. "No, sub." She says calmly, "This is your punishment." But those words have the opposite effect on my body and I can feel it building inside me, balls tightening. "Fuck, Mistress please!" I gasp once more, furiously pushing my hips at her hand. She gives my cheek a hard smack, "I said no." She growls through gritted teeth, but that's all it takes and I'm coming all over her hand, each pulse of milky white sending shocks of the orgasm through my body. I slump back into the pillows, panting. She goes to the bathroom to wash her hands and bring tissues so I can clean myself off. She removes the blindfold and I blink rapidly, the lighting is purposely dim. I glance around and find her, Lily, pulling my clothes out of the closet. I stagger to my feet, legs sore from the session and she hands me a pair of black cotton boxers with a white undershirt. "You were doing so well, until you disobeyed me at the end." She says playfully and I smile, "Well, I am still in training Lily, you never warn me when you want to do it yourself." She laughs and throws my pants at me, then pulls on a white fluffy bathrobe. "I can't help it when I want to tease," She smiles "it's very powerful when I can make you lose control." I grit my teeth in an effort to stop myself from getting another hard-on. Even when we aren't in a scene, Lily has the ability to drive me insane with lust. She hands me a baby blue button down shirt with a pale yellow tie and goes to fetch my shoes. "Andrew," She calls from the stairs as I'm pulling on my socks, "I can't find one of them!" I sigh, smiling. Lily can be a little forgetful. Heading up the stairs, I see her in the doorway, holding up one shoe with a confused expression. "I'm sure it's here." I tell her reassuringly and spot the shoe as I scan the hall. It's been pushed underneath the table next to the clock. I pull both of them on quickly and check the grandfather clock next to the dining room. "Crap, Lily I've got to go. I've got an early press conference in the morning." She nods understandingly and I lean in, giving her cheek a quick kiss. "Same time, next week?" She laughs, "You know my schedule is always free for you, Andrew." I smile and stride down the hall, turning and giving Lily a wave before I'm out the door and into the night.