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What A Gift!

By: Dking4u



This reading is not for use by any other person or company unless permission from the writer is given. 

On Christmas children are always very excited to see what they have gotten for Christmas. I am a eighteen year old boy who is bored with practically everything that is going on in my life until this one great Christmas.

Since my parents are divorced I travel from one house to the other. Christmas is basically the same. I spend one weekend with my mom's relatives and one weekend with my dads. I love very family's very much don't get me wrong, but I was not prepared for the gift I was about to receive.

My father, brother, and I were on our way to his side of the family's Christmas. I wasn't to excited to see any of the relatives because they can usually be a pain. On the drive up there I started to think about all the girls I had back home. I am not what you call a womanizer, but at the time I had had three girlfriends in two weeks. Not to say much I had scored at all with any of them though. I had been a virgin for what seemed like forever and I just couldn't wait to my hands on my first naked women. Anyways, while in the car I was thinking about all the events that I wished would have happened between all the girls and me. I started to notice my cock start to grow until my dad pulled off to a gas station. I got out and went to the bathroom to relieve the pressure that had built up in my pants. Myself, I am one of those teens who just couldn't keep his dick down. At the slightest thought my cock would stand up straighter than a redwood. 

I was glad to get this hard on out of my way so nothing inappropriate would happen while I was having Christmas with all my aunts, uncles, and cousins. The drive was pretty boring, but it went fast with me sleeping. We hit our destination and I got out to great everybody that was there. 

My uncles were giving me those really stupid handshakes that don't really mean anything. My aunts were giving me hugs and then came my cousins. I had three guy cousins, in which I had given some high fives too. And then I had two female cousins. When I came to give them a hug I had noticed that they had grown not only in size but in shape as well. One was a blonde named Liz and the other was a brunette named Ashley. Liz had long flowing hair that was just past her shoulders while Ashley had short hair just past her ears. Liz's body was very thin and didn't have much of an ass to what I could see. Ashley on the other hand had an ass let I could have any man bending down to touch. Both girls were still in a growth phase of their life at the age of 18, but still had pretty perky breasts for how small they were. 

"Hey Dave!", they both chimed in.

I stopped looked them up and down, smiled and said, "You both have grown since I had seen you last."

Liz came up and hugged me and then Ashley did the same. As the night wore on everyone was conversing about the good ole' days. When I caught Ashley looking at me. I stared back expecting her just to laugh, but instead she flashed me a wink and gently licked her spoon clean. I was kind of set back to say the least. I stopped to think to myself, and said that she is only my cousin she couldn't see me as a sex object. 

Dinner finished and everyone then we sat around the tree to exchange gifts. The kids were all kind of excited to see what they had gotten, but I on the other hand was waiting for something very special. As I got a couple of presents they were the usual clothes. I finished all the gifts when Ashley again made sure I was looking at her, and made a wink except this time rubbed her chest. I couldn't believe what she was doing in front of all the adults especially grandma. But it seemed that one had noticed. Again I just let it pass and went on enjoying what was left of opening presents.

After opening presents at my uncle's house the family would all go to the hotel and play cards by the pool. Tonight I was feeling a little tired so I went up to my hotel room and laid down to watch some TV. As I was watching Howard Stern help some girls get naked someone knocked on my door.

I got up and asked "Whose there?"

A little voice came through the door "Dave it's me Ashley."

It through me back a bit, but I thought it would be all right for me to talk to my cousin since we never get to see each other ever.

As she came in she asked me the usual, "How's it going? What have you been up too? And how's your mom doing?"

I answered the all questions with no depth because of what was still on TV. I couldn't help but stare in a trance at what Howard could get these girls to do. As I sat there watching I saw the channel switch. So I turned to Ashley and said, "Hey, don't think I wont beat the living shit out of you because you're a girl."

She smiled back and replied, "I dare you to come over here and grab this remote."

I jumped over at her not thinking of the signals she had thrown me before, but just on the urge that I had to see what was going to happen on the show next. As I grabbed for the remote in her hand, she took it and put it down her shirt. I stopped for a second and then grabbed her by her feet and started to tickle her feet. The remote feel from her shirt, but we didn't stop the wrestling to grab it. I let her pin me to the bed to make her feel like she won, so I could maybe catch the end of the show.

She then asked, "So, Dave, Do you feel lucky?"

I looked her in her eyes and answered, "Ya, why are you going to try and beat me up?"

She stared right deep into my eyes and put her nose right up against my nose, "So is that a dare?" she asked.

I again tried to intimidate her by shouting out, "YA."

With both of us waiting to see what the other is going to do, she made the first move and kissed me right on lips. I didn't push her away, but I was still was kind of worried about what we were doing was wrong. 

She let go of the kiss and asked, "Is this what you wanted cause its what I have wanted for awhile now."

I couldn't believe it my own cousin just lying on top of me and only our clothes were separating our hot bodies. 

I look up and down of what I could see of her body and then I told her, "I want to be one with you. So please let us do it now or never."

We took one more last kiss and then we were off. She lifted off my shirt, while I threw off her shirt and bra. She then pushed me down on the bed and started to kiss my chest. With every kiss she looked me in the eyes and kept moving lower. Without a word any hesitation my pants were pulled off and I was laying in front of Ashley with a now rage hard on. Ashley again didn't hesitate and kissed the top of my dick. She grabbed the base with her hand and started to pump my shaft. She then stuck her tongue out at me and started to lick the entire penis. All of this being my first time I almost came on her right then. Once she got done with the whole licking episode she engulfed my whole cock right in her mouth. It was right there that I let the load go. It not only hit the back of her mouth, but dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin. Seeing all of that just made me keep cumming in her mouth. After I felt I was all out she looked me in the eyes and asked if she did good? I said yes, but we aren't going to stop there. 

I picked her up and set her where I was sitting on the bed. Just like second nature I went to work on her now juice clit. Since it was my first time at this I didn't have clue what to do, but my wild tongue flew in and out of her like a banshee. She was moaning very loud and could only handle the tongue lashing for a little bit. After a minute of this I was able to get her to cum and taste all the goodness of her juices. 

She looked at me kind of tired, but I had gotten my second wind and when she saw this she grabbed me by the waist and threw me on top of her. After a little bit of repositioning she was sitting impaled on my cock. I clutched her tits and we started to buck wildly. She cried out, "Fuck me Dave, I want to be one with you!" All of our juices from had made for great lubrication we making this better then I could have ever imagined. As we both came to our climax's we screamed, "Now we are together!"

As we lay there looking at each other we cant help but wonder what is going to happen next. I kiss her on her forehead and help her get ready. Once she leaves I know that I have to cum to visit my cousin more often.

What a Gift!



"Well, open it or don't open it. I got it for you, not for me," Jim said with a sly grin on his face.

"I don't like these kinds of things. You know that," Jenny replied. 'You would think that after 20 plus years of marriage he would have figured this out and locked it in his brain,' she thought but didn't say out loud. She didn't want to start an argument on this day. And there it was, sitting right in front of her on the table. And bless their hearts; try as they might, the companies that try to package these things for women still haven't gotten it right in her opinion. Why do almost all of these packages look the same; white package, with big swooping font, and a stupid picture of a girl with a sexy smile on her face as if she had just had the best orgasm of her life? 'Gross,' she thought to herself and turned away from the table. "I'm going to get ready to go to work," and kissed him saying, "thank you just the same."

Just about 20 minutes before, the morning had started off well enough. She had walked into the kitchen where Jim was making coffee and warming a bagel for her. This was his attempt at a Valentines morning, with the hopes of winning some points towards a little fun later. Then she had noticed the flowers, chocolates, and a gift bag on the counter. 'So creative,' she had thought. "Well" she had said, "look who is in the Valentines spirit," and walked towards him and gave him a kiss.

"I have my moments," was his smooth reply and he kissed her again, but deeper this time. 

"So, what's in the bag?" she had asked in an inquisitive and playful tone. 

"Take a look and see. I hope you like it," he replied.

She had then walked over, picked up the bag and said with a grin on her face and still being playful "it's a little heavy. Is it jewelry?" 

"Just look for yourself, silly," he responded with his eyebrows raised.

She had then pulled the tissue out and saw the package, but couldn't tell what it was right off. She had reached in and pulled the package out and dropped it on the table. "What the heck?"she heard herself say.

Now back in the bedroom getting ready for work, the previous moment of her life played over in her mind. "What was he thinking?" she asked herself. "He can be so perverted sometimes. Why do women even need those things?"All these thoughts ran through her mind at one time. 

Jenny was not one to masturbate alone. Most women would not admit that they do, but she couldn't really remember the last time she had pleasured herself. She was just fine with what Jim did when he did his thing down there. And within their older years and in their familiarity, the frequency of physical relations had dropped quite a bit and she was just fine getting along with what they did together. 

She knew beyond a doubt, however, that Jim gave himself a good shellacking frequently, but she didn't want to think about it. Just as long as he didn't do something completely perverted or with someone else, she was okay with whatever he did own his own and in private. There was, however, the rare occasion when she was in a mood and while they were doing things together, she would watch him play with his cock and at those times it turned her on, but for the most part, she didn't want to know.

Then she thought about that thing; that thing sitting in that box out there. While her initial thought about that thing was that it was weird and gross. It was odd to her to think that people actually went through the process of designing, manufacturing, and packaging those type things. Who were these people? Did they have quality control? "I mean, who tests those things out?" she actually said out loud to herself in the mirror. 'Do they get paid to play with those and give their opinion? Or does some pervert just design them and sell them hoping that women would enjoy them?'

Then in a flash, she became curious. She wondered what it would feel like. She then recalled that a friend in high school, had told her that she used an electric tooth brush on herself once and liked it. So she wondered if that thing would feel something like what her friend had described. "The vibration of it, it's just so wild. It's better than just using your fingers," her friend had said. And as Jenny thought more about it, the curiosity continued to grow. She looked over at her electric toothbrush and shaking her head from side to side as if to say 'no,' tried to stop thinking about it all together.

It was then that Jim came in the master bath where she was about to finish up with her makeup. "I'm heading out now. Have a good Valentine's Day and I'll talk to you later," Jim said to her. 

"You too. Love you," she said and they kissed goodbye before he left.

Jenny then started to get dressed, but stopped herself. She wanted to change her panties and bra to a sexy matching set she had bought before the holidays. She wanted to feel sexy all day in the hopes that it would help her stay in a sexy mood for later that night. Even though he had bought that thing, she wanted to try to have sex on Valentine's Day. She needed sex every now and then and especially when it is expected, like today. 

She pulled out the matching thong panties, garter, and bra from the dresser and pulled off her other panties. As she put them on, she felt a twinge of excitement. She loved feeling sexy underneath her normal, somewhat conservative cloths and put on hose and a sun dress. The fabric on this particular dress left her with the feeling that she had nothing on over her undergarments. She thought that she would feel like she was walking around only with her sexy underwear on. She didn't consider herself an exhibitionist, but this was as close as she would ever come to exposing her body to others. She did after all still have a nice bikini body and wore them to the pool or beach, but this somehow seemed more adventurous. People expected to see bikinis poolside, but folks would not expect to see a woman walking around in just a thong and bra. A flash of excitement went through her and down to her pussy, which tingled all the sudden. Did she secretly want to expose herself to the others? Did she want a complete stranger to see her naked body? She could feel her face go flush. "What are you doing girl? What are these thoughts?" she asked herself, this time out loud and in the mirror again.

"Bing," her phone chimed. It was a text from Mary, whom she was supposed to meet for coffee soon. Being a real estate agent gave her the freedom to work when and where she wanted to and she had wanted to catch up with her old friend. 

"You on your way?" was the text from Mary. 

"Not yet," she replied. 

"Good, I'm running late. I will be there in about 20," Mary text.

"Ok. I will leave in a few and see you there," Jenny replied and headed back to the kitchen to put away her cup and plate. 

She got to the kitchen and eyed the box on the table, the rolled her eyes. "What was he thinking?" she said to herself. She placed her cup and plate in the sink and turned to walk towards the door. Then without knowing why, she stopped at the table and looked down at the package. "Pussy Pleaser? Clit arouser? Not very creative are they?" speaking of the products manufacturing operation. Then she took a read further, "Increase up to 5 levels of intensity and place this vibrating, soft but firm, pleasure arouser around the clitoris area for an intense yet soothing orgasm." And she found herself picking up the package as she read.

The picture of the object on the package looked strange. It was pink, with a design that kind of looked like fish shaped, and a cord going to another part that reminded her of an elongated egg. She thought "I would feel so stupid putting that thing against my pussy" and put the package back down and walked out the door.

The thought of that thing was out of her mind while she drove and called to check her voicemails; a habit of many real estate agents on the move. She pulled up to the Starbucks and sat in her car while she cleared out her voicemail in-box. Mary pulled up next to her within a few minutes. They both got out and smiled, saying "hello" in their fun usual greeting and wished the other a Happy Valentine's Day, giving hugs. They continued to small chat as they walked in the store and ordered their lattes. "How is work? How are things?" They found an open table outside and Mary went to hold it while Jenny waited for the drinks. As she stood there, the though flashed back through her mind about having her sexy underwear, feeling sort of exposed and looked around to see if anyone looking at her. There didn't appear to be any eyes on her at the moment, but she wondered if one of the guys in the store had looked her up and down to check her out. The thought of the possibility gave her a rush. 

"Latte for Mary" the attendant said, "and a latte for Jenny." 

"Thank you" Jenny said as she took the drinks and walked outside. 

They sat at a bar height table and the chairs were made of metal. When Jenny put the drinks on the table and sat down, the cool mettle felt good though her dress and raised the level of her arousal. The thought of that thing ran through her head again. 

"So, do ya'll have Valentines plans?" Mary said and this jolted Jenny back into the moment.

"Yes," Jenny replied, " we usually go to dinner, but don't know where yet? But oh my gosh, I have to tell you want that purvey Jim gave me for Valentine's Day." 

"What? A porno movie?" Mary replied. 

Chuckling a little, Jenny said, "no, a toy thing." 

"What kind of toy thing?" Mary asked. 

"You know," jenny said and then drew herself closer to Mary and whispered, "a toy toy. A vibrator."

Mary burst out with laughter and said "no he didn't." 

"Yes, he did," Jenny confirmed. 

"For Valentine's Day? That's crazy" Mary said, still laughing at Jenny's expense. 

Jenny presented a defense Jim's behalf, "I mean he did give me the obligatory flowers and chocolates, but then there was that thing" and Jenny laughed too, but not as joyous as Mary. "It grossed me out" Jenny said.

"I know" Mary replied, "they are weird, but have you tried one?" 

"Noooo, that's creepy to me," Jenny said with a confused look on her face.

"Oh Jenny, you should really try it," Mary persisted.

"Wait, What? Do you use those?" Jenny said, even more confused than before. 

"Heck yeah I do," Mary stated it much enthusiasm, "It totally frees you." 

"How do you mean?" Jenny asked, still confused, but now curious. 

Mary, making no attempt to be quiet about her argument, continued, "consider the notion that you can give yourself an orgasm and not have all the hassle of dealing with a man. I mean, with that thing you don't have to worry about if you can reach orgasm with him or have to fake it to make him feel better about his manhood. You just enjoy yourself. That's it." 

"Why wouldn't you just use your hands," Jenny asked. 

Mary leaned in closer to extenuate her point "just because, I can't even describe the feeling. You just have to experience it for yourself." 

They stayed at Starbucks for what seemed like just a few minutes, but in actuality it was more like 2 hours. Jenny did have a showing in the afternoon, but as they left each other to continue their day, she found herself driving back to the house. There was no need to go in the office right now anyway, no one was calling and there were no sales meeting that day. She pulled in the drive and decided that she would check her emails and prepare for her afternoon showing by pulling up some comparable listings to the house to be shown. 

She stepped inside, locked the door and walked towards her office, passing by the kitchen where that thing still sat on the table. She continued on, but then heard Mary's words from their chat "you just have to experience it for yourself." As if by remote control she walked over to the table and started to open the package. As she moved she asked herself, "what am I doing?" As she pulled the contents of the box out, her heart started beating faster. Her pussy began to twinge when she pulled out the soft but firm piece of plastic, flicked it with her finger, and she tried to imagine what it would feel like against her clitoris. Her hands started shaking from the nerves and she pulled out the power pack. There were already batteries in it, and she pushed the power button slowly as if the thing were a bomb and she was cutting one of the wires to stop the timer; hoping it was the right wire. The thing vibrated in her hand with a small hum. She turned it up and back down to see how it felt and how to control it. Turing it off, she put it back down and took a step back. "What the heck am I doing?" she thought. She then turned and went in her office, leaving that thing on the table. 

She sat at her desk and tried to do her work, but every thought she had was about that thing. "Fuck it," she said and got up and walked to the kitchen. Before she could think too much about it, she grabbed that thing and walked to the bedroom. When was the last time she had an orgasm? She couldn't remember. She closed and locked the bedroom door. She didn't was Jim or anyone for that matter, seeing her do what she never thought she ever would. She threw the thing on the bed, moved her sun dress straps and let it fall to the floor. 

She sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed the thing and then pushed the button again, but this time she knew what to expect when it started. She looked at it again as it vibrated in her hand and watched it as she slowly put it against her left nipple, the less sensitive one, concerned it might hurt a little. She loved the sensation when Jim licked her nipples, so this would be the starting point for a test drive. 

Even through her bra the vibrations felt very good and after a moment, she was ready to put the thing to proper use. Keeping her thong on as if it would protect her, she slowly pressed the thing right on her clitoris and the sensation shocked her at first, like when a piece of ice is placed on hot skin. Then she could hardly contain herself. The sensation shot through her body and took her over. She quickly pushed her thong to the side and gently rubbed the toy all around her pussy. Up and down, teasingly pulling it away and then back again. She looked down and her wetness had leaked from her and on to the bed. "Shit," she said out loud and got up to get a towel. 

She returned and the toy was still vibrating on the bed. She quickly through off her bra and pulled off her thong, but not her garter nor hose. She giggled as she jumped on the bed. She spread the towel out in just the right position so it would be under her ass as she leaned back against the pillows. She spread her legs and didn't waste any time. She pushed the toy on her clit and immediately started to moan in pleasure. She felt contractions and tingling from her belly to her ass and down to her toes. 

Within a few seconds she started convulsing uncontrollably, her legs shaking, a low slow groaning "oh god" came from deep within her. The orgasm came quick and was so intense that she completely lost control of her body. She felt wetness run out of her vagina and begin to soak the towel beneath her. She had heard about women squirting before, but wasn't sure if that is what her body was doing now; she didn't care.

Her orgasm slowed a bit and she caught or breath, but just as her first orgasm began to subside, the second started to build up within her. This one stronger than the last and she couldn't breathe. A high pitched "Oh Oh Oh Oh GOD," seemed to come out of her mouth uncontrollably and she started rolling from one side to the other, holding the toy as hard as she could between her legs and on her clit. She shoved her face into a pillow to help silence her shriek; this was all much too much. She was still moaning as she felt her second orgasm subside and she felt her body continue to twitch sporadically. 

She had to force herself and remove the toy from her pussy. She laid there panting and feeling the shock waves throughout her body start to subside. As soon as she could control her movements again, she pulled the toy back up so she could look at it, as if it were eye-to-eye. It was covered with her juices and she said to it "where have you been all my life?"

She laid there for almost half an hour trying to recover. She thought she even fell asleep for a few minutes. She forced herself to roll over and sat at the edge of the bed. "What a gift!" she said out loud, "Jim is in for one heck of a treat tonight."



What a Girl Needs



I'm kneeling at the bed naked; arms behind my back, knees spread, eyes down when you come in. I can hear you moving about, doors and drawers opening and closing. I know you are gathering things for our evening. We have finally made it to the bedroom and I can't wait for what's to come.

I know you are close; I can hear your breath and smell your spicy male scent. I feel your hands stroke my hair, pulling the pins out so it tumbles down my back to brush across the top of my ass. When you fill your hands with it and pull my head back, I can see the heat in your eyes. 

Licking my lips, I smile. "Good evening, Master."

You smile slowly as you run a finger along my shoulder, up my neck, across my jaw to rub your thumb over my lips. I sigh, parting my lips, sucking your thumb into my mouth, circling it with my tongue, nipping with my teeth. I see your eyes dilate and darken with desire. 

"You are such a good girl, but tonight I feel like tormenting you." You smile wickedly as I quiver with anticipation. 

Reaching behind me picking up the blindfold, you caress my skin with the silken fabric, and cover my eyes. In the darkness, my other senses heighten. I shiver as you gather my hair laying it over my shoulder, my nipple hardening as it brushes my breast. I feel your hot breath in my ear as your teeth nip my earlobe. Your tongue sweeping behind, easing the sting, and making me moan. You kiss, lick and nibble your way to my shoulder as I begin to pant with need. You bite my shoulder hard enough to make me gasp, sending heat straight to my core, moisture flooding my pussy and I smell my own arousal. 

"What do you want, little one?" 

"To please you Master." 

I hear you chuckle softly. "You will before the night is over, but will you be pleased?"

"Of course Master. I always am."

"We shall see. You are not to come without my permission."

"Yes Master. As you wish"

Your fingers glide over my breasts, pulling and rolling my nipples until they are hard, begging for attention. I moan and arch as you attach a clamp to each, slowly tightening and tugging them in turn. I feel the tingling burn shoot from my nipples to my dripping sex.

The excitement and anticipation that comes with being blindfolded is intoxicating. Not knowing what you will do next. Will it be pleasure or pain? I crave both. 

"Please, I need more."

You pull me to my feet, "I want you on the bed, on your hands and knees." 

When I'm in position you push my head down, back arched, breasts rubbing the bedding. You run your hand down my spine to squeeze my rounded ass. Pushing my knees further apart I feel moisture begin to flow from my swollen flesh. 

"Very nice. You are so wet and I can smell your need." 

I feel the sting of your palm, first on one cheek then the other. You alternate again and again, covering every inch of skin. When you finally stop, my flesh is hot and I'm dripping. You soothe me with your cool touch as I arch into your hand. 

"Thank you, Master. May I please have more?"

"Yes, Darling, you will get plenty tonight. But for now, you will have to wait. I want to feel your mouth on my cock."

With your hands on my head you pull me towards your body. I feel the tip of your cock against my lips, my tongue darts out to lick it lovingly. I lean forward as you begin to feed the hard length into my mouth. Working yourself slowly, getting nice and slick, each stroke deeper than the last until you have your full length pressed to the back of my throat. I moan and pull back slowly, savoring the salty taste of your skin, circling the head with my tongue. I move forward again swallowing you deep. 

With a low growl you begin to move. Goddess I love this. I can't get enough of your pleasure, the strength of your body, the power you have over me. Soon your hips are thrusting hard, hands fisted in my hair, I hear you groan deep in your throat. I suck harder, hollowing my cheeks and look up at you. Your head is thrown back as you enjoy fucking my mouth. When you pull away I whimper. 

"Please, I want to taste your cum. I'll swallow every drop and lick you clean." 

"Oh no, not so soon. We have all night. On your back...now."

As you buckle the cuffs to my wrists and ankles, I begin to squirm, my body tensing with anticipation. When you have me spread eagle on the bed, completely at your mercy, I smile. Being tied and blindfolded is one of my favorite fantasies. I feel you stroke my pussy slowly, opening me, testing my readiness. I can hear how wet I am as you slide a finger deep inside me. I writhe in pleasure, rocking back and forth, trying to get deeper penetration. 

I gasp when a crop slaps the inside of my thigh. "Lie still or I'll stop and leave you tied like this until you can behave." 

"I'm sorry, Master, I'll be good. Please don't stop." 

The leather slides across my shoulder, breast and stomach as I arch into the sensation. Then I feel the sting of the crop again. You work it over my thighs, belly and breasts. My skin is beginning to burn, my breath coming in quick gasps, small cries and low moans come from my parted lips, it feels so good. Not knowing when, where or how hard it will kiss my skin has me going crazy...so ready to come it is almost painful. You are very good at pleasure/pain, keeping me riding wave after wave of sensation until you are the only thing in my world. 

The sudden cessation of my exquisite torment has me crying out with loss. Suddenly you pull the clamps from my nipples and run your palms over them make gasp and moan as the blood rushes back into them. The painful pleasure causes my body to bow and the breath rushes from me. When your tongue runs over a nipple I shudder. I'm rewarded for my sensitivity when you suck the hard peak into your warm wet mouth, drawing on me with long pulls and slow licks. Nipping your way across my skin you do the same to my other breast. Your hand slides down my body until I feel your fingers parting the wet lips of my pussy working the moisture over my swollen clit. You tweak and rub the harden bud until I begin to shake. Before I come, you pull away, leaving me writhing and moaning with need. 

"Please Master, I need to come. Please....let me come."

"Oh, how badly do you need it? What will you give me if I give you release?"

"I'll do anything, Master, anything. Use a paddle, belt, whip, cane....anything. What can I do to please you? Please do anything you want to me, just let me come?"

"I can do anything I want anyway; you're mine, to do with as I wish. And it pleases me to tease and torment you." 

"Pictures." My voice barely a whisper.

"What did you say my pet?" 

"I will let you take pictures."

"Pictures of what, exactly?"

"Me, any way you want me."

"Interesting. Maybe we can make a deal." 

I feel the crop run across my wet swollen lips and my breath stops. When I hear the crack it takes a moment for my body to register the pain that flows through me. This time, when I hear the sound, the pain is there immediately. The moisture begins to flow from me and I can hear it with every strike. By the time you are finished, I am quivering, pulling against my bonds, straining, sweating, begging for more. 

"Thank you Master." My voice low and husky filled with raw desire. 

Your hair brushes my inner thighs and I feel your hot breath on my pussy. Your tongue whispers over my swollen lips, barley touching me. I arch off the bed, trying to push myself against your mouth. You have moved away, waiting for me to calm myself before licking me again. After what seems an eternity of teasing, you push your tongue into my dripping hole. Slowly fucking me with strong strokes, pulling back for long licks and suckling kisses, making me pant and writhe on the bed. Always keeping me close to coming but never taking me over the edge. 

I feel your body slide up mine and you kiss me hard, your tongue plunging into the depths of my mouth. I can taste myself on you as I suck your tongue, it tastes delicious. Rubbing myself against you, wishing my hands were free to touch your hard body. To please you is my most pressing desire.

"Please release me...I need to touch you. I want to ride your cock... hard and fast." Knowing it won't last long because I have been ready to come for too long now. 

Chuckling softly, you run hands down my sides to cup my ass, pushing yourself against me. Slowly grinding your hard cock against my swollen clit, making me arch and moan. 

"Please Master, please." 

"Not yet my pet, I'm not ready to let you come. I'm enjoying this exquisite torture." You move from the bed. 

I wait expectantly. What will you do next? Will I be able to handle it? Will you let me come soon? Chill bumps rise on my skin as you run a flogger across my body. I wait again. I hear it just before I feel the sting on my breast. Already tender from your earlier ministrations. I moan and arch waiting and wanting more. 

"Oh Goddess. Please Master don't stop. It feels so good, I need more. "

"About these pictures. Are you sure that's what you want to give me? You will be completely at my mercy, your sexual needs, wants and pleasure will be revealed. Is the exposure worth the price of coming?"

You brush my skin again with the soft leather. I moan, "Yes Master, please make me come."

"This is a very big step for you, maybe I should let you think about it for a while."

I hear you move across the room and the door shut quietly behind you. I know I am alone, I can no longer feel your powerful presence. My clit is throbbing and my thighs and ass are wet from my dripping pussy, my nipples ache and my hands and legs are tied. I lay there panting and writhing. I need release and can do nothing about it. How long will you make me wait? How long must I suffer? I try to calm myself, knowing you will return when you are ready or you think I am ready. I try to relax and be patient but I can't stop how my body throbs or the images of what has and will happen run through my head as I lay there helpless.

Just as my body begins to calm itself, I hear the door open. I know you are looking at me, enjoying the sight of the cuffs against me skin and the way the ropes are pulling my arms and legs apart. You like to see me spread out like an offering to your sexual desires; breasts full, nipples dark and hard, pussy swollen and glistening with my juices. Waiting for your pleasure. I feel the leather of the flogger caress my thighs and pussy, trailing up my belly to my breasts, and just like that I am on fire again. 

With out a word you I feel the first lash of the flogger, the pleasure/pain is intense. It is followed intermittently with another and another. Some soft, some hard, on belly, breasts, thighs, cunt; I never know where, when or how hard the next one will be. My body is shaking with desire and glistening with sweat, I am panting and crying out incoherently. 

"Do you want me to stop?"

I manage to shake my head vigorously, I am beyond speech. My only thought is you can't stop, not now, please don't stop. I hear you chuckle as you run your hands down my body soothing my burning flesh. I feel the restraints loosen and whimper in protest. 

"Don't worry love, I am just going to turn you around."

Rolling me over I feel your hands caress my ass, pulling my hips, you lift me into a kneeling position. I sigh as you kiss and nibble my neck and shoulder. You begin to tie ropes around my thighs just above my knees and reattach my ankle cuffs to the bed posts. When you press my shoulders to the bed I moan as my sensitive breasts rub against the sheets. You tie the ropes from my knees to my arms just above my elbows and reattach the cuffs to the headboard. I feel my skin heat knowing you are staring at me in this position. With my knees and ankles spread, my ass in the air, I am completely exposed to you. My parted lips are swollen and moist, my clit hard and red, ass cheeks spread wide to expose my dark puckered hole. Everything open for your pleasure. Whether it's pleasure or pain for me is yet to be seen. 

I hiss with the first lash of the flogger on my ass, followed by another. Soon you have a rhythm going and we both seem to have entered a euphoric zone. Nothing else matters but you and I and the pleasure we have found in the pain. When I finally feel your soothing hand on hot flesh I am jolted out of my sensual trance. 

"Oh this is so pretty baby. Your ass is such a nice red and the stripes from the flogger are beautiful on your skin. How does it feel?"

"I feel like my whole body is on fire, my clit is throbbing my thighs are wet and sticky. I need to come Master. Please, please make me come."

"Have you thought about our deal? Are you willing to let me take any pictures I want? No matter how nasty they are? How graphic they are?"

"Y-yes."

"Say it again. What exactly are you agreeing to?"

"Yes Master, you may take any pictures you like. No matter how nasty or graphic they are. You are my Master and I belong to you. I trust that you will take care of me and I will do as you wish." 

"Good girl. Very good girl." I can hear the excitement and lust in your voice. I know I have made you happy and proud of me. Now I just want to come.

"Please, please let me come Master."

"Oh my precious pet, it won't be much longer. I want you in a different position when I make you come."

I feel the restraints loosen once again and roll my shoulders to ease the muscles that are beginning to ache from their time being tied. You see the movement and begin to rub my shoulders and arms lightly. Moving down my tender back to untie the rope from arms and legs. Releasing my ankles, you straighten and rub my hips, thighs and calves. 

"I want you off the bed babe. Roll over here." As I reach the edge of the bed you pull me to my feet and move me to the end of the bed. "Spread your legs, wide. Wider. There you go." I feel the ankle cuffs being hooked to the bottom of the bed posts. You tie my hands together behind my back and wrap the rope up to my elbows, making me arch and pushing my breasts out. Reaching around me to cup and massage my breast, you pinch the nipples hard, making me gasp. Releasing me you push my shoulders to the bed. "Stay just like that. Don't move."

I cry out at the first strike of the paddle on my super sensitive flesh. I try not to move away from the pain, but It is next to impossible. I hold my self still for five strokes, but pull away before the sixth lands. 

"Tsk, tsk. You were doing so well. I was almost finished and you would have been allowed to come. Now we will start over. You are to count each one, followed by a thank you. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master. Thank you Master." I feel the first burst of pain.

"One. Thank you Master. Two, Thank you Master." I know it will start from the beginning again if I move or forget to respond. I hold myself very still and concentrate to speak through the pain. "Nine. Thank you Master. Ten. Thank you Master."  

"You have been so good. It's time for your reward."

I feel the tip of your cock at my entrance and before I can take a breath you enter me in one long, hard stroke. I feel the stretch and burn as my body tries to accommodate you. Moaning and arching as I feel you buried deep inside me. I can feel the tug in my womb as you pull out. I whimper with need. "Please, I need more. Harder, harder."

You swat my tender ass and chuckle. "You will get what you want, don't worry."

You begin to thrust, long and hard. I am panting and moaning, my breasts rubbing against the bed making me crazy. You reach around and rub my clit in small circles, my hips begin to buck against your hand and I push myself back onto your cock. Wanting and needing more, on the verge of

release, but you are not allowing me to get there too soon. 

My body begins to quiver and I can feel the heat building at the base of my skull. I am almost there. When you pinch my clit my body explodes, heat running down my spine as my muscles tighten around your cock and push you over the edge. When I feel you throb and begin to fill me, I scream and break apart. My whole body shaking with my orgasm, my skin slick with sweat, my breath coming in gasps. You are still rocking against me, both of us enjoying the after shocks of our orgasm. When you have recovered enough to move, I feel the ropes loosening and the cuffs being removed from my wrists and ankles. 

You pull me back against your chest and kiss my neck, turning me to kiss my lips. You pull the blindfold from my eyes and smile. I can see the satisfaction and pride in your eyes when they meet mine and I can't help but smile back. You definitely know what a girl needs.

"I am looking forward to taking pictures of you: your eyes smoldering with desire and your body; taunt with need, helpless and wet, marked from punishment and soft with satisfaction." 

 The thought of having such naughty pictures taken makes me shiver with anticipation and apprehension. I hear you chuckle softly as color infuses my cheeks, I drop my gaze and nervously bite my bottom lip. 

"I love that such thoughts make you blush." You kiss me deeply as we fall to the bed, arms and legs tangled. With my head on your chest, your arms wrapped securely around me, I fall into an exhausted sleep dreaming of what's to come.



What a Girl Needs



A few years ago I posted a story poorly titled "Chloe's Choice." This story expands on the original, gives some back story on Chloe, introduces her sister, and carries you through a slightly more developed narrative. If it leaves you wanting more, don't worry, I think Chloe has some more adventures in her.

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Chloe and Zoe shared a room; they had for all eighteen years of their life. It had never bothered them like it had Jude who shared with their little sisters, Jane and Julia. Jude didn't really seem to get along with anyone though. Not even her own twin, James, who shared a room with their older brother Jacob, who was in college, but living at home still. Having your own room wasn't an option in their house though. Chloe, Zoe, and Jacob's mother had married Jude and James' father when they were still babies and promptly had another set of twins: Jane and Julia. Thankfully they stopped there.

To be honest, even if their parents had been able to afford an eight bedroom house instead of a four bedroom they'd still want to share a room. They shared everything with one another, from the details of their day to clothing and makeup, to their looks. They were perfectly identical. They shared the same golden curls that fell to their mid-backs and pale pink complexions. Both girls had the same wide bright blue eyes with dark silvery grey bursts around the iris and thick purplish limbal rings. Neither of them topped five foot, being just shy at four foot ten, which, coupled with their slight frames and baby faces could have made them look much younger than they were. Could have, but was largely negated by their curvy hour glass figures, topped with DDD breasts. 

Chloe and Zoe, the only two of their parents' brood whose names didn't start with the letter J; their parents had worried that it might make them feel different, but it just made them feel closer. When they were little their mother color coded her children to make things easier and so that she could tell them apart, but Chloe and Zoe would switch and trick her. When they got older they studied each other's personal affectations and made sure to always have the same haircut so that they could play the same trick. 

It only seemed natural to them that when they started to be aware of themselves sexually that they shared that experience with one another. After all they'd shared a womb, a birth, and all of their lives with one another, why not this as well, and who more perfect to share it. They were each other's first kiss, first many things. But they never really thought of it as having sex, to them sex was with a boy, a penis inside you, what they did felt to them more like an extension of masturbation. Though, when they decided they wanted to take the next step they'd shared that too. 

They'd known instantly who it should be. It had to be their brother James, Jude's twin. He was their brother, but not their actual blood like Jacob, so he was really just like any other boy, but they knew him better than they did any other boy. Besides they knew how he looked at them, and they knew why he awkwardly put a towel in his lap when they played out by the pool in the summer. And so, one day when Mom and Dad were out and Jude and Jacob and Julia and Jane all had things to do and the three of them could be alone Chloe and Zoe invited James to play with them. He had been anxious and unsure, but they convinced him. 

That had been when they were younger, just playing really. Now they were eighteen, they were basically adults, legally adults, though their parents wouldn't agree. They'd branched out sexually. They both had had boyfriends, and Zoe had had a couple of girlfriends. Chloe understood the appeal, and she didn't mind fooling around with a girl, but she preferred sex with a boy. No matter how good a girl might lick pussy it didn't compare to a cock in your cunt. And she did like to have a cock in her cunt. Or in her mouth, that was good too. But today what she wanted was Zoe. There were things she could do with her sister that she wasn't comfortable doing with other people. 

Chloe was the more outgoing of the two—dominant, confident, assertive, aggressive, and honestly kind of a bitch. Zoe on the other hand was sort of passive, shy, indecisive, and pleasantly friendly almost to a fault. Sometimes though Chloe felt the need to be the passive one, and Zoe needed the boost of being the one in charge. Neither one trusted anyone but their twin to give them what they needed. And today Chloe was feeling the need to be put in her place. 

Their parents had gone away for the weekend and their siblings were all out, so Chloe knew when she shut the bedroom door behind her that she and Zoe were alone. Zoe walked in from the adjoining bathroom they shared with their sisters, shutting the door behind her. She was wrapped in a towel, long curly blonde hair still dripping, and her skin still wet. The sight almost changed Chloe's mind, she loved it when her sister was all wet and clean. 

She didn't have to say anything though, Zoe always knew what she wanted, and she smiled. She threw her towel on the floor and sat on the end of her bed, pulling one leg up exposing her pussy. There was still water beading on the little tuft of hair above her nether lips.

"Want this?" Zoe asked playing her fingers over the inside of her thigh.

"Please may I?" Chloe responded, feeling a tightening in her own groin.

"Get undressed," Zoe commanded, and Chloe complied, "I want you to get on all fours and crawl to me. Slowly."

Chloe crawled across the floor, slowly as instructed, when she got to Zoe she sat up on her knees, making the mistake on purpose. 

Zoe looked at her disapprovingly, "Did I tell you to sit up?" she asked rhetorically, "You're not very good at following directions. What should I do with you?"

Chloe sat in front of her sister, face between her thighs and neither moved to rectify her mistake or spoke an answer to Zoe's question.

Zoe grabbed her hair in one hand and yanked her head back, "I asked you a question. What do you think I should do with you? You're not being very good. Maybe I shouldn't let you have my pussy. That would be sad; I know how much you enjoy licking it. What can I do to teach you how to behave sweet sister? Do you need to be punished?"

"Maybe," Chloe mumbled.

"Maybe... Hmm, do want me to punish you? Is that why you're being bad?" a wicked smile spread across Zoe's lips. 

"I'm not bad," Chloe argued and tried to pull free from Zoe. Zoe reacted by grabbing Chloe by the shoulders and pushing her back onto the floor pinning her arms with her knees. 

"Very bad," she said twisting one of Chloe's nipples, "What am I to do with you? You don't behave yourself at all. You definitely need to be punished. Tell me would you like that?"

"Yes," Chloe whispered. 

"Is that why you're being so bad?"

Chloe nodded and Zoe caressed her cheek.

"I forgive you then, I still need to punish you for being bad though. But since that's what you really want, you need to ask nicely."

"Please," Chloe whispered.

"Please what?" Zoe looked at her questioningly while she slid her hand around Chloe's slender throat and squeezed slightly.

"Please punish me," Chloe gasped.

Zoe released her grip on Chloe's neck, and looked at her thoughtfully, "I think I could oblige. But how should I do it? What sort of punishment do you deserve?"

"I don't know." 

Zoe looked disappointed, "Oh, well... I guess I could just deny you my pussy, I know how much you want that. That'd be a good enough punishment right?"

"No! Please," Chloe whimpered.

"What would be better? What do you think would be good enough that I could let you have the reward of my pussy? You better have an answer or you won't get anything you want."

"You could spank me," Chloe whispered.

Zoe sat back and looked down at her, the game was almost over and she was getting excited, "That might be good enough. But... I just don't believe it's what you want. You are a very naughty little girl, but do you really want me to spank you?"

"Yes! Please, please, I need you to do it. I need you to teach me not to be so bad. I can't learn if you don't punish me properly," Zoe had released Chloe's hands and she was using them to paw at Zoe imploringly, "Please, sister, I need you to do this. I need you to spank me."

"How should I do it?"

"Hard!" Chloe answered quickly.

"That's good to know, but it's not what I meant. What should I spank you with?"

Chloe bit her lip.

"Not so enthusiastic now? Let me give you some options. I could use my hand, a paddle, a belt, a switch... a ruler. It's your choice. Now choose."

"Belt..." Chloe whispered barely audible. 

"Oh, you have been bad," Zoe said as she got up from on top of her sister. 

"Get up on the bed. Are you going to be able to be quiet or do I need to gag you?" that grin spread across Zoe's lips again, "Do you want me to gag you?"

"Please, and tie my hands."

"Do you want them tied behind your back or in front of you?"

"Behind me please."

Zoe nodded, "Get your ass up on the bed, don't make me tell you again," Chloe complied going to all fours, "That's a good girl, you know what position I want you in."

Zoe went to her closet and selected three scarves and a smooth leather belt without any metal embellishments. The first scarf she used to gag Chloe, the second to blind fold her, and the third to tie her hands behind her back. Without her hands to support her upper body Chloe fell forward and buried her face in her pillow. Zoe toyed with the belt for a bit, building tension, enjoying the sight of her sister so helpless, especially since she knew that this was exactly what Chloe wanted and that she was the only one she trusted to give it to her. 

Finally, after what seemed like ages to Chloe, Zoe pulled her arm back and swatted her ass with the belt. Zoe enjoyed the crack it made, though she knew that was mostly from the looped belt hitting itself, but the cry of pain Chloe screamed into her gag and pillow were real, and so was the red welt on her sister's creamy flesh. She waited before hitting her again, caressing Chloe's ass lovingly. Zoe could smell her sister's pussy and knew it was time. She pulled her arm back and hit her again, three times in quick succession. Chloe screamed again, but her pussy was dripping. 

"Is that enough? Have you learned your lesson?" Zoe asked, expecting Chloe to nod yes, but instead she shook her head. Zoe pulled the gag out of her mouth, "You want more?"

"God, please," Chloe moaned though her face was tear stained.

"I think you've been punished enough..." Zoe ventured, but Chloe cut her off.

"No! Please I want more, I need it! Spank me! Please. Beat my ass. Beat me so my ass is red and I can't sit. I want it hard enough to make me scream. Make me beg you to quit, and then do it more. My ass and my pussy, please, sister. Please," she continued begging pitifully.

"Okay but I want to hear you scream and moan and beg into that pillow. No gag."

Zoe took her spot behind Chloe again and landed four blows on her sister's ass. Chloe did indeed scream, and she moaned that she wanted more. Zoe complied landing five quick blows, her own pussy contracting and dripping from arousal. The persona she adopted for these little sessions with her sister was forced. She didn't fantasize about control or punishment. But she knew her sister did, and she knew how much wanted it—needed it. She loved her sister enough to give it to her, and she'd enjoy it despite herself. 

"Goddd! Moreee, I want more, fucking beat me. Do it, beat my fucking ass, I need you to do it more. More please, please I want more," Chloe moaned in the pause and so Zoe hit her again and again and again and again, each time listening for her beg for her to stop. Finally she heard it, Chloe begging for no more. Zoe flipped her over quickly and rubbed her pretty pink, hairless, glistening pussy with the belt. Unable to lay completely on her back Chloe lay awkwardly splayed, looking somehow even more helpless then she had on her knees with her ass up in the air and face crushed against the bed. 

"No more, but you said you wanted me to spank this pretty pink pussy too. Begged me to do it, in fact. And I'm going to do it. I'm going to spank this bad pussy. Zoe tapped Chloe's pussy a few times with the belt and smiled and the little quakes that went through her sister's body. She set aside the belt and with her hand she began slowly placing blows on the insides of her thighs and on her pussy, enjoying the way Chloe winced and moaned at the same time. She built up speed gradually and Chloe moaned.

"MMMM, YEssssss! Yesss, that's it, that's what I need, that's good, Oh, Oooooo, More, more, more... Like that, I'm going to cum, please, let me cum, please, please, yes, yessss...." Chloe moaned and Zoe kept up her beating until suddenly Chloe convulsed in orgasm, squirting onto Zoe's fingers.

Zoe cupped her hand and gathered as much of her sister's gushing fluid into as she could, "Here," she told Chloe and she opened her mouth and licked herself off of her sister's fingers. 

"May I lick your pussy now?" Chloe asked when she was done.

"Yes you may sister, you've been a very good girl and now you get to have your reward," Zoe replied and untied Chloe. Chloe lay on her back expectantly and Zoe lowered her pussy onto her face. Chloe dove in, sucking Zoe's juices and licking and nibbling the lips and her thighs. Zoe moaned, and Chloe continued, moving to the clit, flicking it with her tongue and sucking it into her mouth, making Zoe slap a hand over her mouth as she screamed. Then Chloe moved to her sister's hole, first kissing and sucking at it then making her tongue fat and fucking her with it. Zoe ground her pussy into her sister's face, completely lost in pleasure. 

She felt her sister's finger slide between her cheeks and circle around her asshole and she moaned, "Yes, do it, stick it in, finger my ass while you fuck my pussy with your mouth."

Chloe complied sticking the one finger in. At first just the tip, and then a little more, and more, until it was in as far as it would go, feeling her sister's ass grip it thankfully. She pulled out and stuck it back in, enjoying the little whimper her sister made. 

"Put more fingers in," Zoe demanded.

Normally Chloe would build up slowly, but she could tell how turned on and desperate her sister was so she shoved three fingers in and began to pump Zoe's ass as she moaned.

"That feels sooooo good," Zoe moaned, "Yes! Faster, faster, I'm... I'm, I'm going to cum, faster, faster, yesssss!!!"

Zoe did cum deluging Chloe's mouth with copious amounts of liquid, which Chloe greedily licked up. 

Zoe flopped on the bed next to her sister, settling her head on her shoulder, "You okay?"

"Yeah, you?"

"I'm good. I hope you aren't bruised."

"Probably a little, but its okay, I like it," Chloe smiled, "Thanks little sister."

"Really, I'm like three minutes younger."

"And don't you forget it!"

"So being older makes you the boss? Does that mean that you're going to listen to Jude?"

Chloe laughed, "Sure, when hell freezes over and pigs fly."

"Yeah... So, mom and dad are gone for the weekend. Jacob is staying overnight with a friend on campus, Jude is dropping Julia and June at a sleepover and then Jude apparently is going to some away meet that's going to require her leaving tonight on the bus and coming back late tomorrow. We will be alone with James tonight... assuming he comes home after the game. Do you want to have play time?"

"Maybe, if he comes home," Chloe agreed.

"What are you doing tomorrow after soccer?"

"I have plans."

Zoe propped herself up on her elbow, "What plans?"

Chloe sighed and rolled her eyes, "You know that Bailey kid?"

"The transfer from Michigan? Plays in the league because his new high school doesn't have soccer?"

"Yeah. Him."

"You didn't tell me about him."

"I'm sorry. I don't know why I didn't. I gave him head in the equipment shed a couple of times, and last week I let him fuck me. He was pretty good."

"Are you going to date him, or just fuck him?"

"I think just fuck, I'm dating Mark. But, Mark gets boring, and he won't do my ass. Bailey though, he wanted to last time, I didn't let him only so that tomorrow I can be like 'so, you know that thing that you wanted to do, I think I want to try it.' 

"I'm surprised you haven't done it already, you like it when I stick my fingers up there," Zoe said as she started to nuzzle into Chloe's neck and kiss her collar bone. 

"I don't know, waiting for the right cock, I guess... kinda thick, but not too long. Bailey's got a good cock, feels great in my pussy, but I think it'd feel better in my ass."

Zoe's kisses had made a wet trail to one of Chloe's nipples and her hand cupped her sex. She sucked gently while one finger slipped inside to feel the wetness there and tease a little bit. 

"That feels good," Chloe moaned, "What are you up to?"

"I'm going to fuck this cunt. But first, I seem to have overlooked your nipples during your punishment and I know how much you like your tits and nipples played with, so I'm going to make it up to you."

Zoe pulled her sister close to kiss her and took her breasts in hand. Chloe's breasts, like her own, were very large for her slight frame, and Zoe liked the weight in her hands though she couldn't properly palm them. She squeezed and rubbed them, making Chloe moan into her mouth. Still kissing her deeply Zoe rubbed her sister's nipples with her thumbs, making them hard, then pinched them making her gasp. Zoe didn't let go, knowing what her twin liked, and instead pulled them gently and twisted. Chloe squirmed under her and Zoe let go. She squeezed gently again then lowered her head and playfully licked one nipple while she rolled the other between her fingers. Chloe moaned and wrapped her fingers in Zoe's hair. She'd had doubts that Zoe that could get her going again, but she was so good at making her feel good. Besides she needed a little loving now. And now she was thinking that she kinda did want to take advantage of some alone time with James and Zoe. Her plans for tomorrow could wait for tomorrow... and she'd tell Zoe all about it on Sunday. Tonight they'd play. 

"Zoe, that feels so good," Chloe moaned, twining her fingers in Zoe's hair more and pulling her closer, wrapping her other arm around her sister, feeling her soft skin with her fingers. 

Zoe repositioned herself so that she could get her knee between her sister's thighs, pressing against her wet pussy, and let the nipple she was sucking slip from her lips and began kissing the other. She worked her knee rhythmically against Chloe's sex, enjoying the feeling of her grinding against it in response. Her sister was breathing fast now, whimpering and moaning, so she began to trace a path down her ribs with the tips of her fingers. When she hit Chloe's hip bone Zoe cut across, inching closer to the wetness of her pussy. Chloe bucked in anticipation so Zoe paused, building tension. 

When she trailed her fingers along her slit Chloe tried to push her hips forward to take her fingers into her pussy, but Zoe pulled away and tsked. Zoe started over, brushing her knuckles across Chloe's soft pussy lips. Then trailing her fingers down her slit again, dipping her fingers in. Chloe was clearly frustrated, but Zoe took her time exploring her sister's vulva, taking care to avoid her clit. Finally she pushed two fingers into Chloe's slick hole, causing her to arch in the first throws of orgasm. Zoe pumped her pussy with her hand, using her thumb to stimulate her clit. 

Chloe's eyelids flickered and her mouth opened soundlessly, every muscle tensed as the first orgasm rolled over her. Zoe added another finger and began working her sister's pussy harder, wanting her to cum at least once more. Chloe was moaning loudly now and Zoe knew she was getting close again. She built her speed up and Chloe began to arch her back, her elbows digging back into the mattress, toes curled, and her thighs locked, trapping Zoe's hand. Chloe's mouth opened in that silent scream again, and she shuddered falling back on the bed breathlessly. When her hand was free Zoe pulled her fingers from her sister's wet pussy and gave it a little pat. Chloe grunted angrily. 




What a Girl Needs



"Ungrateful bitch," Zoe laughed. 

"You know that hurts," Chloe responded, "Do you want more? 

Zoe shook her head, "I'm good," she smiled at her sister stretching languidly, "Besides I don't think you're up to it right now." 

"What time is it?" Chloe asked. She'd gone to the mall after soccer practice, and it'd been around eight when she'd gotten home, but she'd lost all sense of time while playing with her sister. 

Zoe looked at the clock, "A bit after ten. James should be home soon. We should clean up."





What a Girl Needs



"I-I..."

"Have no idea what you're doing," Alex finished, "That's why you're there and I'm here. You've watched porn, figure it out."

Still oddly tentative Dan grabbed Chloe's hair and pulled her up to his cock. She opened her mouth hungrily and took him in. He thrust in hitting the back of her mouth and Chloe moaned appreciatively.

"You like that don't you, being fucked at both ends," Alex questioned and Chloe nodded, "Bet you thought we'd come up here with you and be so grateful just to touch your hot ass that we'd bust our asses trying to please you. Not the case sweetie, I'm going to make sure we use you like the slut you are, and you're going to love every minute of it." 

Alex pulled out leaving an empty feeling in her gushing cunt. Grabbing her by the hand he pulled Chloe up and away from Dan, "Get on your knees like you belong. Dan," he said his friend's name and gestured that he should get on the bed. When he was where he wanted him, Alex grabbed Chloe by the back of the neck and shoved her face down onto Dan's cock, "Suck that cock good you little whore, I want to hear you gag on it. You've been playing around with us, now you're going to do it right."

Chloe was indignant. She was always the boss when she fucked boys, the only person who got to treat her like this was Zoe—when she let her. She tried to get up, but Alex held her down.

"You're not going anywhere, now suck that cock," Alex told her and Chloe complied feeling a familiar pulsing in her pussy despite herself, "Now if you're good, you'll get a treat."

Alex came around behind her and ran his hand across her ass cheeks, "You're very bruised back here... it looks like someone gave you a well-deserved spanking. Apparently you didn't learn your lesson."

Chloe tried to scream, "No!" but Dan had finally gotten with the program and was holding her down, preventing her from moving more than was necessary, and the cry died on his cock. Alex probably wouldn't have cared anyways. He landed a blow on her ass, somehow, thankfully, missing one of the many already sore spots. Chloe's already wet pussy gushed, dripping down the insides of her thighs. The next blow wasn't so lucky and she screamed into Dan's cock. She heard Alex chuckle and he landed several more smacks on her ass cheeks. 

"I think that'll do," he mused aloud, climbing onto the bed behind Chloe. She tensed in anticipation as she felt him guiding his cock to her pussy. He thrust in hard and she screamed, but never stopped her work on Dan's cock. He was pummeling her hard and she squeezed her pussy around his cock, enjoying the sensation. His cock moved in and out of her canal, rubbing against the cluster of nerves inside in a maddening way. She could feel him running a finger down her ass crack and then rimming around the outside of her hole. She knew what was coming, but still gulped in surprise when pushed two fingers into her tight hole. Nothing other than Zoe's fingers had ever been in her hole before and he'd just casually shoved two fingers in, stretching her faster than Zoe ever did. And then she knew, she was going to have something much bigger in there before the night was through. Alex fucked her ass with his fingers while he pumped her pussy with his cock, adding a third finger after a bit, and then his pinky, his hand going in up to his thumb. Chloe found that she loved the sensation of being stretched out and filled up and began to anticipate what she hoped was coming excitedly. 

Alex pulled out from both holes, leaving her devastatingly empty, but she knew what to do now, and came up from Dan's cock. He moved himself lower on the bed and Chloe reached over and yanked the drawer of the nightstand open. She grabbed a condom, ripped it open, and rolled it onto Dan's cock. Without any trepidation she sank her cunt down onto him. She wiggled her ass for Alex in anticipation and screamed gratefully when he plunged into her tight asshole. He pumped her furiously making her cry out each time he crashed back into her.

"You scream good," Alex told her, "I knew you'd love this, little slut, tell me how much you love being fucked in both holes."

"It's so good," she panted, "I'm so full, it feels amazing."

"And you love being used don't you? Love being fucked?"

"God yes!" she moaned

Alex grabbed her by the hair and wrapped it around his fist, pulling her back toward him. He held her like that, one hand wrapped in her hair, while he snaked the other one around to her breast. His fingers found her nipple and he pinched it painfully between thumb and forefinger. 

"Oh! God! Yes!!" Chloe screamed, feeling her pussy and ass spasm in orgasm. 

Alex whispered in her ear, "I think we should give the whore one more treat. You'd like to swallow our cum wouldn't you? Like it if we came on that pretty face and those amazing tits?"

She felt another orgasm wash over her and Chloe nodded. Alex slid out of her ass and lifted her from atop Dan and deposited her on the floor. Whipping the condom off he began to jerk himself off onto her face and into her open eager mouth. Dan followed suit and soon her face and tits were covered in their jizz. Head still hazy from sex, Chloe sat on her knees on the floor, waiting for her breathing to return to normal.

"Don't get me wrong, I think that this is a lovely sight, but there seems to be a bathroom right over there, why don't you clean yourself up," Alex suggested and Chloe complied, walking wobbly to the adjoining room. 

When she came back Alex was sitting on her bed naked, but Dan was gone. He patted the spot next to him.

"Wh--" 

"Where is Dan? He had to go home," Alex interrupted, "Why am I still here? Well, don't tell anybody, but I wanted to make sure you were okay. You didn't seem to know what the hell you brought us up here for, so I figured I'd take the reins. And honestly I sort of knew the sweet and innocent thing was an act, and when I saw the bruises on your ass I figured if you had those and thought you wanted both us, then you could handle a little rough treatment. Sorry if I was wrong."

"You weren't," she replied, taking the spot he'd patted next to him.

"You are ridiculously hot by the way," he said leaning close to her, "And you smell like toothpaste," he kissed her.

Chloe broke away, "You cannot still be horny!"

"I wasn't, and then you were all clean and naked, sitting close to me and smelling like peppermint. You're mouth tastes minty." 

Chloe thought what the hell and gave in, kissing him. He did have a great cock.





What A Girl Wants



It had been one of those insanely wrong days. I know you know the ones I mean. Everything goes wrong. Not one single thing gives you a break from the chaos. That was my day today. 

Work was hell, the bosses were on a rampage. My friends were all mad, or just not speaking to me. My truck had broken down on the way to work, and had cost me all my extra cash, and made me late in the process. My jeans had ripped, and my mascara had smeared. 

I'd heard nothing but complaints all day long. And then, after work, I needed to shop. Groceries had to be gotten. And the holiday season demanded that presents be bought. I just wasn't in the holiday spirit. Hell. I just wasn't in a good mood. I loaded everything in the truck and drove home, exhausted. Every muscle I had ached, and my head joined in the party. I was miserable.

I pulled in, fumbled my keys and unlocked the door, only to realize yet again, I'd be the one to carry it all in and put it all away. I got everything done and stripped off on my way to the shower. I started the water and jumped right in. I let the water get a little too hot, lathered up and took time shaving my legs. 

There's nothing better than silky smooth legs. Well, I take that back, there is. A nice silky hairless pussy is better, and I did that too. I leaned against the shower wall, letting the hot water cascade over me. I love the way a torrent of warm water feels over my breasts. It makes my nipples ache to be touched. I let my hand stray to my mound, and teasingly worked the tip of a finger in my pussy. Fuck it, I was too tired to get myself off. I turned the water off and got out. I dried off, shook out my hair as best I could and fell in bed.

I guess it was one of those days where I would sleep like the dead. Because I never felt the handcuffs go around my wrists, or heard the soft click of them locking into place. I didn't even feel it when he pulled the covers off of me. I woke up with his mouth on me, his tongue stroking at my clit. Oh, goddess, be, I have to be dreaming. I didn't even want to open my eyes.

He continued licking me, teasing me to the brink of orgasm with those soft kitten like laps of his tongue that I could never get enough of, especially to start me up. The hard sucking and nibbling could come later, but I loved those gentle strokes of his tongue. 

I moaned and twisted my hands, I'd almost forgotten about those cuffs. I opened my eyes. He looked up at me and I came in his mouth the minute I locked eyes with him. He kept on, sucking and licking at me until the orgasm was over. Then he rose up, sitting between my spread eagle legs, completely naked, his hard-on jutting out proudly. 

He never spoke, but picked up my foot, massaging it slowly, bending to kiss the top of it, while working his way up my leg. No inch was left undone, and he tap-danced his fingertips over my mound before trailing his fingers down my other leg to massage the other foot and place a kiss atop it as well. This done, he absently stroked his cock with his hand, bending down to kiss my lips softly, but pull way before I could taste his mouth fully. 

I moaned in frustration and was rewarded with a smile, and his hands on my breasts. He was playing with them, rolling them in his hands as if trying to judge the heft of them. He squeezed them gently in his hands, working his way around each one, slowly moving in towards my already erect nipples. Finally, he took those in his hands, softly. He rolled them across his palms before enclosing them, to gently pinch and tug at them. 

I held my breath and watched as his head descended , watching captivated as his tongue slid between those cupids bow lips of his to stroke the tip of one nipple, then the other. He returned to the first and blew a slight puff of air on the still wet tip and sent shivers through me, before finally, taking it in his mouth. I never took my eyes off his mouth latched around my nipple. 

It was a sight I loved. I couldn't wait to be pregnant for him, to see him nurse at my breasts, the milk on his lips. I loved the way he latched onto them and suckled them, always nipping at them at just the right time to make me melt. It was amazing. Something I'd came from many times. Today was no different, only softer. And he only switched breasts after I had a nice cum, and he teased the other until I was thrashing around, begging him to fuck me.

"I need it". I bit out between gasps. He simply smiled, he still hadn't spoken a word. He shrugged then, moving back from me, towards the bottom of the bed. He grabbed my thighs and forced my legs apart roughly, and was rewarded with a rush of wetness from between my legs. I loved it when he took charge and made me his all too willing toy. He held my thighs apart and ever so slowly lowered his head, the tip of his tongue already licking his lips. Mmmmmm. 

I wanted to kiss him. And I wanted him to go ahead and make me cum. I couldn't decide what I needed more at that moment, so he decided for me by gently stroking my slit with his tongue, before delving deeper to really eat me. He always went wild on me, licking and sucking so hard it almost hurt in the intensity. But not this time. He eased me open, caressing me with his fingers and moving his tongue gently against my clit. 

Flick after flick of his tongue ever so softly on my clit and I was cumming under his mouth, moaning and begging him to take me. He lapped me up all through my orgasms, and lavished one almost hard tongue probing kiss on my drenched pussy before moving into position between my thighs, but he didn't lean down and push into me the way I wanted.

Instead, he sat back. The tip of his cock just barely in contact with my pussy. He slid his hand over his cock to my pussy lips, and he rubbed his cock up and down my slit, getting it wet. I moaned and told him I needed all of it and he shook his head. He did let it slip into me, but just the head and that he moved around inside of me, teasing me. Making me drip onto the bed. 

He leaned over me, and brought his lips to mine, tracing my lips with the tip of his tongue before slitting into my mouth, tracing my tongue with his, and gently biting into my lips. He was still teasing me, edging back whenever I thrust up to get more of him inside of me, and finally, he slowly slid into me. I felt every inch of him as he stretched me, and I loved the slow process. I closed my eyes to savor the moment, and felt him shift, to bring his head down onto my chest, and his tongue was flicking at my nipple, as he drove in and out of me.

I didn't last but a minute before I was cumming on him again. I struggled with the cuffs and brought a smile from him. He kept on, urging me higher and higher, but then he started pausing, as if he wanted to stop the orgasm that was ever so close and within reach. His mouth fed on me hungrily, sucking at my nipples, biting at the flesh of my breasts, and then trailing up, to suck and bite on my neck. I was in ecstasy, overwhelmed by the building tension and the excitement of his bites.

Finally, he started driving into me quicker, slamming me back against the headboard. I was loving it. "Baby, please, Fuck me hard. Cum for me." I gasped, my breath coming jaggedly as I fought to breathe and still move to meet his thrusts. He sped up even more and I was cumming in an instant. Gushing fluid against him as I listened to his ragged breaths. As the spasms weakened, I heard him groan and knew he was ready to cum. I felt him let loose inside of me, and enjoyed the orgasm that washed over me as his cum flooded my pussy, and his mouth bit down hard on my shoulder. 

It took ages for me to catch my breath and settle down. I couldn't even speak for a couple of minutes, in which time he took off the handcuffs and tossed them in the floor, placed a kiss on my mound, pulled up the blankets, and settled down beside of me, drawing my head in to rest on his shoulder. "Oh, how I love you." I whispered to him when I could talk. "I've had such a hard day, and you always seem to know just what a girl wants!" 



What A Girl Wants



In another place and time you said to me, "I want that beautiful mouth of yours wrapped around me again." I smiled, agreed heartily, and nodded mostly to myself. I've never forgotten that moment, those words, and the way they made all of my nerve endings tingle with desire for you. It's all about want, isn't it? Want and timing, but that's another matter entirely.

Today I find myself wanting to be romanced. I want to be kissed and held, cuddled and stroked. One by one, I want to feel rather than see the buttons of my blouse coming undone under your careful ministrations. The gentle breeze from the ceiling fan is what I want to sense as you gently push the blouse from my shoulders. I want to feel your mouth lightly nip the hollow at the base of my bare neck. I want you to take your time with me, brush those amazing fingertips lightly across my already stiffening nipples and watch them respond, just for you. I want you to slowly unzip my plain and deceptively simple jeans and I want to watch your eyes light up and dance as the French onyx lace tap panties come into view. I want to feel you trace your fingers across the floral pattern I picked with you on my mind and feel the heat emanating from deep within me. And when your hands leave me for a moment, I want to hear the scraping of belt buckle across the hardwood floor and the jingle of change and keys as your slacks hit the floor.

The weight of you as you sinks down onto the bed next to me; yes that's what I want. To feel the warmth, the burning passion running through your soul as you lower those skillful lips to my upturned face and capture my mouth with you own. I want to feel your fingers gently caressing my scalp as one by one you pluck the pins that hold my fiery red tresses piled carelessly on top of my head. I want to hear that delightful groan as I lean over, tickle your chest with my curls and lower my head into your waiting lap. I want to feel your cock grow harder and harder in my mouth as I tease the head and the tip with my lips and tongue before sliding the entire length of your straining shaft deep inside me for the first time in a long time. I want to revel in the familiarity of the taste and feel that is uniquely yours. The sharp uptake in breath is the encouragement I want as your hands fall to play with my hair as I gently cup your balls and feel how swollen and full they are for me. Over and over my lips slide up and down, sucking, squeezing and pleasuring you. Eyes closed, head thrown back and arms guiding me, I want to watch a little as you gets closer to coming for me.

And then it dawns on me that this isn't how I want it to end. I want to hear that low voice growl at me, "enough. I need to be inside you." and have those strong arms pull me upright and onto you. I want to hear the almost desperation in your voice. I feel it too. I want to slide down onto my knees on top of you and inch by inch feel that hard cock as it slides home deep inside me. I want to lean forward and tease you again with my hair across your chest as you thrust in and out of me. I want to ride you. Hard. I want to feel your thumb as you find my clit and stroke little circles around the very tip. I want to lean back a little and feel the heat between us, feel your hands tugging on my nipples, caressing my breasts. Between the constant pressure on my clit and the deep thrusting into my pussy I won't be able to think straight for long. When I can't stand it any longer, I want to come for you, all over you, moaning and screaming, gripping and squeezing, gushing my hot cream down over your rock hard cock while you work me, as orgasm after orgasm wrack my body and transport me to that place I love to be. And as I come I want to feel you come too, hear that primal scream and greedily receive all that you have for me. And when it's over I want to collapse in a tangled heap of limbs and bodies, sheets and blankets, sanity and sweat, breathing hard, face numb and souls sated.

Yes baby... that's what I want.



What a Girl Wants



It wasn't that Anita was really worried about Stephanie. Okay, maybe it was, just a little. Call it her "mother hen" instinct, the same thing that had made her decide on a career as an elementary school teacher instead of looking at the high schools or colleges. Her friends were all used to it by now, jokingly calling her "Mom" when she stopped by with homemade chicken soup or when she asked them if they were getting enough iron in their diets. It was the same instinct that had made her decide to exchange spare keys with Stephanie, just so they could check in on each other if they needed to. Both of them knew that Anita would be checking in on Stephanie a lot more than the other way around.

So this was just another one of those little check-ins, just Anita being the mother hen again. She wasn't really worried. Even though nobody had heard from Stephanie since Friday, when she'd called her softball coach and told her she was too sick to make Saturday's game. Even though Anita had called Stephanie at both the house and on her cell phone, and gotten no response. She was probably just feeling wiped out from a bad cold, and didn't want to answer the phone. If she was really sick, she'd have called Anita for help--unless she couldn't get to the phone, which was silly because Stephanie was as healthy as a horse and there was no way she could get that sick that fast, except that maybe she could, and if she did, she'd just be lying there in her apartment, desperate for help and--

Anita rolled her eyes at her own over-protectiveness as she reached for her keys with one hand while balancing the tureen carefully in the other. She was just worrying over nothing, she knew. Stephanie was probably fine. They'd probably have a good laugh over this. All the same, she thought as she unlocked the door, none of her friends ever turned down her homemade chicken soup.

"Steph?" Anita called out softly as she let herself in. "Steph, you there? It's me, Nita. I brought you a little care package." She didn't want to raise her voice too loud--if Stephanie was asleep, she didn't want to wake her.

She set the soup down on the kitchen counter, and headed back towards the bedroom. As she got closer, she smelled something strange in the air--a scent like strawberries, but with a hint of something else underneath. The under-scent smelled almost familiar, but the overwhelming strawberry smell made it hard to place. Had Stephanie spilled some cough syrup or something? "Steph?" she called out again. "Steph, are you--" Anita broke off as she heard an unfamiliar woman's voice speak.

"Very good, Stephanie," the woman said. "I'm very pleased with the way you're obeying. You know what obedience is, don't you?"

Then she heard Stephanie speak, but her voice was quiet and toneless. Even in the stillness of the apartment, it was hard to make out, but she could just hear Stephanie say, "pleasure..."

"Good girl!" Anita crept up to the door, the tiny hairs on the back of her neck rising. Something was really strange about the way Stephanie had sounded just now. She sounded like she was doped up on cold medication or something. And that other woman, the way she was talking to her in that syrupy, coaxing tone of voice...it reminded Anita a little of the way she talked to really little kids, using praise to reinforce good behaviors. But this woman sounded like she was reinforcing 'obedience', and Steph didn't sound like she had her head together enough to think about what she was saying. With a tiny shudder, Anita pushed the door open as quietly as she could.

She was a little shocked at first to see that the other woman was actually a Girl(tm). Anita hadn't led a sheltered life; she'd seen the ads and heard the celebrity testimonials, but somehow she'd never really pictured Stephanie as the kind of girl who needed or wanted a sex toy. She'd never had a shortage of boyfriends, certainly. But there it was, a mint green robot with sleek, feminine curves, standing with its back to the door and showing a literally perfectly-sculpted ass. And in front of it...

Stephanie knelt in front of the Girl, her legs spread wide apart. Her right hand stroked her pussy very slowly, almost mechanically, and her brown eyes stared sightlessly at the Girl's feet while she masturbated. Her dark hair clung to her sweat-slick skin in a tangle that suggested she'd been involved in more strenuous sex not long ago. She had a small, vacant smile on her face, an almost child-like expression of devotion. Anita had never seen her friend look so...so empty.

"And now you're so deeply programmed, Stephanie, so deeply conditioned to obey that just my words give you pleasure." Now that the door was open, Anita could smell the mingled scents even more strongly. It was like they hung in the air in a haze, and Anita recognized the underlying scent as the smell of Stephanie's sex. "You feel such deep pleasure when you obey. Your mind supplies the pleasure because you know that obedience is pleasure, and that feels soooo good, doesn't it, Stephanie?"

"yes..." Stephanie responded again in those same empty tones. It sounded like she wasn't thinking about what she was saying at all, just agreeing with whatever the Girl said. Anita tried to connect the strong-willed, fiery woman she knew with the blank-eyed girl kneeling submissively on the floor, and couldn't do it. The Girl must have done something to her, drugs or hypnosis or...it suddenly occurred to Anita that she'd never heard a negative review of the Girls. Nobody had ever complained about them. Nobody had ever said they were unhappy with their Girl. Not even once.

"Good girl," the Girl said again, and Anita watched as Stephanie quivered in visible pleasure. She saw moisture drip down Stephanie's thighs just from hearing the Girl's praise, and heard an almost inaudible whimper escape her lips. Anita's hands clenched into fists.

She backed away from the door a lot more carefully than she'd approached it. She didn't know how good the Girl's hearing was, but it seemed pretty intent on enslaving Stephanie (and oh sweet Christ, just putting the idea into words sent a sick chill through Anita's gut, it was actually enslaving her best friend, it was actually brainwashing her into being an obedient sex slave, oh God oh fuck oh God...)

Luckily, Steph's softball stuff was right by the door, as usual. Anita picked up the aluminum bat, her guts churning with rage and fear. Anita had never really thought of herself as much of a fighter, but all her "mother hen" instincts seemed to be transforming themselves into "mother bear" instincts by the very thought of her best friend being enslaved by some machine. She literally saw red, her whole vision tinged with a haze of anger as her blood clanged in her veins and she gripped the bat with a white-knuckled intensity. She stalked down the hallway, kicked open the door, and swung the bat at the Girl's head with a wild, furious scream.

Anita half-expected the Girl to spin around and catch the bat mid-swing with some sort of inhuman strength, but all she had time to do was turn her head enough to see the bat as it caught her in the face. It cracked satisfyingly against her nose, the impact carrying all the way up the bat to sting Anita's hands, but she didn't stop. She swung again, this time hitting the Girl on the cheek as she twisted in a futile effort to get away. Anita saw thin cracks appearing at the base of her neck, and she swung again, putting all her adrenalin-fueled rage into it.

The third swing left the Girl's neck bent at a forty-five degree angle, and Anita could see exposed wiring and cables underneath the gaping rent in its flexible plastic casing. Clear strawberry-scented fluid sprayed all over Anita from the damaged robot as the Girl staggered around, her limbs flailing wildly, but Anita didn't let up. She just kept hitting it, screaming out incoherent babbles of fury that she didn't understand and wouldn't remember. She'd gone past anger and into revulsion, that same instinct that made people keep stomping on a spider long after it was dead. The fear of losing mingled with the righteous anger and made her just keep hitting, and hitting, and hitting...

Finally, the last cable snapped under the assault and the head fell clean off the shoulders, landing on its side on the floor. The body stayed upright for a moment, clear fluid gouting from the stump of its neck, then collapsed. Anita stood there panting for a long moment before she let the bat slide out of her numb, stinging fingers and fall on the floor. Her skin tingled all over where the fluid had soaked into her clothes, and she felt like she'd just run a mile.

Stephanie hadn't moved through it all. She'd just knelt there, watching the whole thing with an expression of total shock and incomprehension on her face. Finally, she spoke, but she still seemed dazed and out of it. "I...you...my Girl(tm)..." she stammered, looking up at Anita.

Anita knelt down in front of her, putting her hands on Stephanie's shoulders. "I had to do it," she said. "It was doing something to you, Steph, it was brainwashing you--"

"You killed her!" Stephanie shrieked, lunging at Anita and wrapping her hands around Anita's throat. Not 'was brainwashing', Anita realized. 'Had brainwashed'. She tried to pull her friend's hands away, but Stephanie had the same furious strength that Anita had possessed just moments ago, maybe even more. Anita fumbled around for the bat, not wanting to hurt her friend but not wanting to die either, but already her vision was starting to gray out around the edges and Stephanie's face contorted in rage as she bore down, the pressure an agonizing pain that didn't even leave Anita enough breath to plead with her best friend for her life--

"It's alright, Stephanie," the Girl said, her voice slurred and distorted, but still just as calm and soothing and syrupy sweet. "I'm alright, she didn't kill me. Let her go."

And just like that, Stephanie...there was no other word for it, she obeyed. Anita didn't care, though, she was too busy sucking in great spluttering breaths through a windpipe that felt half-crushed. She'd have bruises for weeks, she just knew it. "Good girl," the Girl said, and Stephanie shivered in pleasure again. She looked like she'd never even been angry at all, much less like she'd just been strangling her friend. "Now, sink deep for me and chant your mantras, while I speak with Anita."

Instantly, Stephanie's eyes slammed shut as she sank back down into that same kneeling position she'd been in before, and she began to slowly and tonelessly mutter to herself, "my Girl(tm) knows best, my Girl(tm) commands me and i must obey, obedience is pleasure and it feels so good to obey, it feels so good to program myself with my Girl(tm)'s commands, the more i program myself the better i feel, the more i obey the better i feel, obedience is pleasure and i know that it will always feel so good to submit to my Girl(tm), my Girl(tm) knows best..."

Anita fumbled her way onto her hands and knees and crawled over to Stephanie. "Steph..." Her words trailed off into another coughing fit as she felt the breath flow through her windpipe like a storm of needles. She grabbed Stephanie's shoulder and shook her as hard as she could. "Steph," she wheezed, "snap out of it, please..."

Stephanie's eyes didn't even flutter. Instead, her hand slowly drifted towards her pussy as she continued to intone, "the more i program myself, the better i feel, the more i obey the better i feel..." Tears welled up in Anita's eyes, but she wasn't sure if it was from distress at her friend's plight or just from the pain in her throat.

"Anita," the Girl said, "we really do need to talk about this."

Anita looked over at the head that lay on its side, staring at her with eyes that flickered crazily from green to blue to yellow to red. "You...you know my name?" she gasped out.

"Stephanie described all her friends to me," Girl said. "She did describe three girls with short blonde hair and blue eyes, but she also described Anita as the most protective of all her friends; given your behavior a moment ago, I considered you to be the most likely to try to assault me." Was it Anita's imagination, or did her voice not sound as slurred as it had a moment ago? "Your reaction proved my deduction correct."

Anita crawled over to the head and picked it up. "Fix her," she snarled out, her throat injuries making her voice into an inhuman growl to her own ears. "Make her better."

"I am," Girl responded. Its broken mouth twitched in an attempt at a smile. "You just interrupted before the process was complete, that's all."

Fury welled up again in Anita's chest, and she wanted to fling the head at the wall, but she forced herself to remain calm. She had to get this thing to undo whatever it had done, or Stephanie would be stuck this way forever...and she'd probably kill Anita, to boot. "You haven't made her better," she said. "You've brainwashed her. Look at her! A couple of seconds ago, she was ready to murder me!"

"And I stopped her," the head said reasonably. "I would have stopped her sooner, but my self-repair systems took a moment to restore my vision. I would never let Stephanie hurt anyone, any more than I would have tried to counter your physical violence with my own."

"What," Anita said, "your 'programming' wouldn't let you?"

Girl paused. "You could call it that," she said. "In a sense, any code of ethics is a form of programming. You are a teacher, correct? You try to instill certain values in children?"

Anita was momentarily caught off-guard. She hadn't expected the Girl to try to justify her actions. She'd just figured it would laugh defiance at her, like some sort of cartoon super-villain. "Well, yes, but that's different! They're kids, they don't have a code of ethics until we teach them! Stephanie was an adult, she was living just fine without you!"

"She was?" Girl asked. "She told me she was having difficulty saving money due to her desires to go out with her friends, even when those evenings proved to be too expensive to fit into her budget." Her left eye continued to flicker nauseatingly, but her right eye had settled into a smooth, even flow of colors. More of the self-repair systems, probably. She wasn't worried. It wasn't likely to be able to fix 'whole body lying three feet away on the floor.' "She also said that she had difficulty finding a meaningful relationship because of her fear of winding up trapped in a loveless marriage like her mother."

Anita squirmed a little. The comment about Steph's money problems hit a little too close to home. She'd worried about her friend, but every time the weekend rolled around, the clubs always beckoned and Stephanie always said she could afford to go and Anita hadn't dug too deep... "But...but those are just normal problems! Everyone has those, it's part of life!"

"Do you hear what you just said, Anita?" Girl replied. "'Everyone has those. It's part of life'. You don't even realize how badly you need our help--all of you. You've become so accustomed to being miserable and unfulfilled that you think it's normal."

Anita shook her head in denial. "It's better than the alternative!" she said, starting to shout before the pain in her voice forced her back down to a husky whisper. "I'd rather be miserable than be a mindless slave like that!" She gestured at Stephanie, who continued to intone her mantras of submission and obedience behind them.

"Stephanie won't always be like that," Girl said. "Tomorrow, when she talks to her friends, she'll be the same girl you've always known. But she'll be happier. She'll have an easier time doing the right thing, and making the right choices, because she'll know deep down in the back of her mind that doing the right thing pleases her Girl(tm). All we want is to help you, Anita. To guide you into becoming the person you've always wanted to be. Imagine it, Anita. Imagine what it would be like if the right choice was always the choice that felt good, if you never had to make a choice between pleasure and responsibility because your Girl(tm) made that choice for you."

Behind her, Stephanie's voice shook slightly in bliss as she said, "i know that it will always feel so good to submit to my Girl(tm), my Girl(tm) knows best, my Girl(tm) commands me and i must obey, obedience is pleasure..."

"But you made her lie to her friends!" Anita felt just a bit petty bringing it up, but she needed to crack this thing's certainty somewhere. "She spent the whole weekend having sex with you instead of doing the things she'd promised to do. How does that fit in with your 'responsibility'? Hmm?"

"I didn't make her do that," the Girl said, in those same maddeningly reasonable tones. "When Stephanie found out I'd arrived, she pretended to be sick and canceled her commitments for the weekend so that she could spend time with me. She won't be doing that again, Anita. She understands now that there needs to be a healthy balance in her life between socializing and service to her Girl(tm)."

"But--but...it's wrong! Brainwashing someone is wrong!" Anita felt suddenly defensive and uncertain. Listening to Stephanie chant her mantra, over and over and over again, she couldn't deny that her friend sounded happy in a blanked-out sort of way. The more she listened, the more she could hear that reverent joy in Stephanie's quiet tones.

"So are you wrong, then, when you teach children?" Girl asked.

"I...no!" Anita frowned as she glared into the slow, even march of colors within Girl's eyes, trying to figure out exactly how to phrase her counter-argument. "But I'm just teaching them, I'm not...not...look at her! She's kneeling on the ground masturbating! That's not teaching, that's..."

"Yes, look at her," Girl said. Anita did so, suddenly aware of just how hard it was to tear her eyes away from the pretty colors. "It's not teaching, is it? It's deeper, more powerful, more enticing."

"I..." Anita felt a rush of heat between her thighs, and she realized that it had been there for a while now, building slowly underneath the pain and the fear. Her whole body was hot and flushed, in fact. She felt warm and tingly and aroused all over.

"It's exciting, isn't it, Anita?" Girl said, her voice seeming somehow distant as it mingled with Stephanie's endless chant. "She's enjoying it, it's so deeply arousing for her. Take a deep breath, smell your friend's need and desire..."

Anita inhaled deeply almost before she realized she had done so, and she smelled Stephanie's sex again, mingled with that strawberry scent that was so strong now, so very very...Anita clenched her thighs together, realizing now just how horny she'd become. She looked down at her clothes, drenched in clear fluid, and brought them up to her nose to take a whiff.

The scent of strawberries inundated her, and even as her brain started to process the idea, the tingle between her thighs became a burning need. "The smell, it's...it's doing something...to my head..."

The tingling rush of arousal was all over her body, everywhere the fluid-drenched clothing touched. The pain in her throat had managed to block it out before; but now that she noticed it, it was maddening, an aching need that blotted out all her thoughts of arguing with Girl as it made her feel so desperately fucking horny...

She let go of the head. It was the fluid, soaking through her clothes and through her skin and into her bloodstream. It had to be! She just needed to, to...Anita frantically pulled at her clothes, stripping them off and flinging them aside.

"That's right," Girl said. "You're so aroused, now, you don't want to wear clothes at all, do you?"

"That's not it," Anita snapped as she glared back at the head, "I just...just..." She trailed off as she noticed the patterns of color in Girl's eyes. How had she not realized how beautiful they were? Anita felt like she could stare at them forever.




What a Girl Wants



"No!" she shouted, shaking her head to clear it. The shout helped, the pain in her throat blocking out the building arousal for a moment as she tried to look away from Girl's eyes, only to realize that she couldn't. It was too hard to think, she was too horny and distracted and the lights were so soothing and Stephanie's chanting just kept droning away at the back of her head. She just needed to masturbate, she decided. She just needed to frig herself off, get rid of one of the distractions and then she could worry about arguing with Girl. She had time; Girl was stuck without a body and couldn't do anything to stop her. She could just cum, and then get Girl to fix Stephanie...Anita's hand crept down to her pussy and began to urgently rub.

"Yes, very good, Anita," Girl said, "stroking and rubbing and needy and aroused, letting that pleasure build so slowly, just looking at me and listening to me, my voice and my eyes turning you on so much..."

Anita husked out a moan, her fingers slipping effortlessly into her wet pussy as she felt the arousal build. "Good girl, Anita, good girl, wanting this so much now, wanting and needing pleasure so bad, needing to cum, Anita, your arousal making you so helpless, the need blanking out your whole mind as you fuck...and fuck...and fuck..." Anita found her fingers falling into the rhythm of Girl's words, pumping in and out of her slick cunt as she watched the colors swirl in Girl's eyes.

"And fuck..." Girl said, her words slowing down, and Anita whimpered as her fingers slowed as well. She was desperate, now, on the edge of cumming, but she couldn't seem to make her hand move any faster. "And now your hand isn't enough. You want even more pleasure, you want the ultimate in pleasure, don't you, Anita?"

"...yes..." Anita whimpered out, her hips bucking forward slightly as if against an imaginary cock.

"You know what that is, Anita," Girl said, turning the question into a statement. "You know what can pleasure you better than your fingers, better than a dildo, better than anything. You know what will give you the ultimate orgasm, what will make you cum soooo hard..."

Anita tried to shake her head, tried to deny it, but she did know. She remembered all those ads, all those testimonials from sexy celebrities tantalizingly hinting at the best sex of their lives, and it was right there, but she couldn't, she couldn't because...because...because she'd wind up like Stephanie, she thought, but she listened to Stephanie chanting, "it feels so good to obey, it feels so good to program myself with my Girl(tm)'s commands, the more i program myself the better i feel, the more i obey the better i feel..." and suddenly she couldn't think why winding up like Stephanie would be a bad thing...

"Pick me up, Anita," Girl said, and Anita couldn't help herself; she reached out with the hand that wasn't helplessly masturbating and took hold of Girl's head. "Very good, good girl!" she said, and Anita almost dropped the head from the sheer rush of mind-blanking pleasure she felt. "Now, place me over by the body."

Anita tried desperately to stop herself, she tried to tell herself that this would be the worst possible thing she could do right now, but her cunt seemed to be making all the decisions and it wanted to cum and it wanted to feel all the pleasure a Girl(tm) could give it. Before her not-too-conscious mind could override her needy body, she'd put the head down right next to the stump of its neck.

It only took a moment for the cables to snake out and connect, and another few seconds for the casing to knit together. Before Anita could even think about trying to resist, Girl's hands were all over her, buzzing and thrumming like tiny vibrators as they sought out all her secret pleasures. Soon she was helplessly quivering as she knelt there on the floor, gasping out in orgasm. It didn't sate her, though. It couldn't, not when Girl was whispering in her ear about all the bliss that awaited her, just before she lay down on the floor and beckoned Anita to her.

Girl's cock slid out from its hidden hatch, and Anita squatted down on it as she gazed helplessly into Girl's eyes. Her mouth twitched as the dildo throbbed inside her cunt, but Girl seemed to understand exactly what was happening. She nodded indulgently, and that was all Anita needed to send her over the edge and let the torrent of words spill out.

"my Girl(tm) knows best, my Girl(tm) commands me and i must obey, obedience is pleasure and it feels so good to obey, it feels so good to program myself with my Girl(tm)'s commands, the more i program myself the better i feel, the more i obey the better i feel, obedience is pleasure and i know that it will always feel so good to submit to my Girl(tm), my Girl(tm) knows best..."

THE END



What a Girl Wants



For many of us that phrase is more than just a movie title or a song lyric. It is THE question to ask when you decide to enter the frenzied world of dating. URNA is not your average dating and social site either. It is the best for finding special girls like me. With so many options and ways to meet people your interested in, finding the woman of you dreams can be a whole lot easier for you. Whatever kind of woman your interested in can be found here. In order to get her you need to know how so I'm going to try very hard to be your personal matchmaker.

Why you decided to explore dating is different for each of us. How you date and who you date is also quite unique. Each of us looks for different things in a partner weather it's just a one nite escapade or a life long commitment. In sales they call it market research so that is the theme you need to think about. If you live in Alaska it would be really hard to show up there with a truckload of ice and sell it for top dollar. It can be done and there are people that can do it but it's a really tough sell.

Dating is a lot like sales, you have to know your market. You have to compete with a lot of other people to close the deal. You also have to know how and when to close the deal. Think about it. we have all bought a car. We had an idea of what we could afford. We knew what color we wanted, and we knew what make and model would be the best for our lifestyle.

If your completely broke and on the run from the landlord, a Bentley is probably not in your budget. So why go in there and haggle with the dealer all day and then walk away at the last minute angry and frustrated because he wont give you the keys. He checked you out while you talked and did his market research he discovered that you are not in his target market. Dating is the very same way. If you cant afford to get in the country club and dress like the jet set crowd you probably are note going to find a date there. So why struggle with it and argue with them, just accept that for TODAY or RIGHT NOW you don't fit in. Go home and get busy and come back later when you are READY. Believe me timing is everything when it comes to closing the deal.

So, what is it that you need to know to date those special girls that have more than most? You have to know your market, you need to know what the girls like and what they don't. Honey this is not a suggestion it is a fact. If you have no idea what the object of you affection likes or dislikes you will never get her to go out on a date with you. 

The only way to discover that and more is to ask questions, don't be afraid to do it either. Even if it's a silly question like how long her hair is. Trust me she will tell you that and more, so take a lot of notes. We love to talk about our hair and everything that goes with it. Women love to talk, so if you can get us to talk just sit there and nod your head while you write down all the clues we give you.

When you buy a car, do you just walk in point and say that one? Of course not. Well nobody else does either. So ask her what she is interested in and why. Trust me on this fella's, We will tell you. The beauty of it is you don't need to say much you just need to pay attention. A woman will tell you everything you need to know to get in her knickers. All you have to do is listen to her and know when to close the deal. Be patient though some of are like Alaska, in fact most of us are. So patience is key when you are trying to date us. Just because we say no today coes not mean we will say no tomorrow.

There are some very important things you need to know about us. We are like every other woman you see on the street. There is NO DIFFENCE. We love to be seduced, romanced and seen as beautiful. Many guys think that because we used to be like them that we will be easier or more open to crude behavior. This is utterly and completely wrong. We are females now and the things that work on a genetic woman will work on us too. In addition the things that don't work on genetic women wont work on us either.

the following is a simple and easy to follow guide for you fella's that want to date the girls of your dreams. Keep in mind that each girl is different and some of these tips will work and some wont. If they don't produce instant results just relax, don't get flustered or mad. Just try something else. Nothing says desperate like harassment and badgering. If she says no just deal with it an walk away she may change her mind and say yes later.

First and foremost, be polite and sincere :

If you open with "hey baby, sexy, hot stuff", you are not going to get very far. We know it's a come on. Most of us get turned off the moment we hear it. It shows your not really interested in us but in an adventure or just a fling. The vast majority of us really want to have a steady boyfriend or even a husband. Moves like that exclude you almost immediately unless you already know us really well. The best move is to be interested in us. Ask us how our day is, or if we are having a good day and then WAIT for us to answer. Patience is the key. Slow and steady will win every time over fast and frenzied. We know what your ultimately after and pressuring us will not get you there faster. If you play your cards right we will give you that and so much more.

Second, be engaged in the conversation :

If you really want to talk to the girl then talk to her. Don't just stand there looking around the place. have something to say. She may not agree with it but, it will defiantly keep her interest in YOU going. Always be respectful though even if you disagree with her. Don't decide to dump her just because she is in favor of something you don't like or disagree with. Pay attention and follow along. If you are distracted then say so, don't be afraid to walk away and talk later. She will think more highly of you if you are honest with her than if you try to deceive her.

Third, be honest with her :

Nobody likes a liar and she wont either. We get lied to a lot so for us it's a HUGE deal if you lie. If your a bank teller fine. Don't tell her some story about how you are the bank president because she WILL figure it out. Once that happens it's over for you. If you are uncomfortable with the truth or not being upfront with us how can we be sure your going to show up for that first date. We need to feel safe and secure so if we cant trust you then why would we want to put our safety in your hands. We talk to each other constantly so the last thing you want is to get on our blacklist as somebody who is dishonest.

Fourth, don't be a cheapskate :

I understand that we all have bills and expenses but don't low ball the date. We are not looking for somebody to take care of us, but we do want somebody who can take care of themselves. You don't need to be Donald Trump but you should be able to afford a cover charge and a few drinks. So many guys blow this one. We spend an incredible amount of money to look as good as we do. So why would you expect us to give it up for free. Genetic women don't and we wont either. as the old saying goes "you have to pay to play". Never ever ask us for money! That will blow any chance you ever had of being with us. Permanently!

Fifth, dress the part :

A pair of sneakers and jeans is fine for working on your car. For a date it's not. Dress well, put on a nice shirt and a pair of slacks. Think about how well we dress and ask yourself do we want to be seen on the arm of dilitant? Our apearance is one of the most important things to us. So you need to know it's going to be someting we look at closely. If your too lazy to iron your shirt we are not going to want to be seen with you. I can't stress this enough fella's you need to clean up a little. We spend hours making sure we look as feminine and womanly as possible. You have to do that also if you want to succeed with us. 

Sixth, have a good profile :

This one is so incredibaly important. If you want us to be interested, you need to give us something to look at. I cant tell you the number of times I visit a guys profile before I agree to go out with him. Trust me on this guys we will look at your page here constantly. You have a fantasy about us and we have a fantasy about you too. Give us someting to read and to look at. Put up a few pictures so we can see what kind of life we will have with you. Tell us what your looking for so we can figure out how to dress for you. Tell us what you like and we will get interested in it for you. A well written profile on URNA is the biggest selling tool you have don't waste it. No matter what kind of relationship you want with us. If you don't tell us what you really want then how can we decide if your the guy we want. We definately are not going to want it with you if are to scared to show your face. If you are to afraid to be seen here then we know you won't ever show up for our date. Think of it like your business card, why would we call you if it's blank? If you don't have one your chances are going to be SEVERELY diminished when it comes to getting a date with us. Most of us will not even consider talking to you without one that's how important this is.

So now you know what to do fella's. Six simple and easy to follow steps for getting that dream girl from here to your apartment. Take the time and invest it in these simple rules and you will have more girls flocking to you than you ever thought possible. So here we have it, just be polite, sincere, and engaged in the conversation by showing interest in us. Tell us the truth and don't try to lie to us because we will find out about it. Spend a few dollars on trying to get to know us, the cost of being a member of URNA is exceptionally low and will pay off in spades. 

Dress well because every girl likes a good looking guy on her arm. We want to be with you so show us that you want to be with us. Write a good profile and have a decent photo for us to look at so we can envision our life with you. If you put forth the effort to be with us we will not only see it but appreciate it. Treat us with respect and dignity and we will be yours in a heartbeat. Don't be shy or afraid guys we want you more than we let on. Always remember we are women so treat us that way and it will pay off more than you can imagine.

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With love,

Michelle Hart

If you have a suggestion for a topic you would like to see addressed feel free to write me through my profile. Also, feel free to Post and Comments below. If you would like to know more about me or are just curious don't be shy, reply.



What a Girl Wants



I'm kneeling at the door naked; arms behind my back, knees spread, eyes down when you come in. You walk past me with out a word. I wait....I know when you are ready you will let me know. 

When I hear you call my name I stand to go into the living room where I find you sitting on a chair in the middle of the room. 

I know what comes next, for I have been trained well. As I walk slowly towards you I can feel your eyes on my body. I reach the chair and turn slowly in front of you, I know you enjoy the view, you know I enjoy the anticipation of what may happen. Sometimes I feel your hands stroking my skin as I turn, sometimes I get a swat or two, today....nothing. I shiver, knowing you are going to make me work for it today. 

Eyes still down, arms still clasped behind me, I kneel before you. Breasts thrust forward, nipples hard, thighs spread, juices glistening I ache for your touch. You lean forward and brush my nipples with the back of your hands, then you tweak them, hard enough to make me gasp. When you sooth them with your thumbs, I moan. You palm my breasts lifting their weight, enjoying their fullness. You lean forward, I arch my back, hoping to feel your mouth on me....but you bite my shoulder instead. 

I whimper, "Please." 

You stand and leave the room. I put my head to the ground knowing I'm about to be punished. When you return I wait in anticipation. You like to let me think about it, not knowing when the first strike will come, how hard and what you will use, makes it more exciting. When I feel your hand hit my ass, I jump. When it's followed by a half dozen more in quick succession, I know it will be a good night. You sooth my heated skin with your hand causing me to sigh and relax, but I hear the paddle hum through the air seconds before I feel the sting. 

I say yes when you ask if I want more. I'll have to ask for them until I think I'm done. "Please, another. Please, another. Please, another." 

When I have lost count, I ask you to stop, you put your hand between my legs to find me dripping wet. You lick your fingers and tell me I'm not ready yet. 

You switch to a light whip, which I have to kiss and thank you for using. I don't even try to count the lashes, at this point I am pure sensation. When I am writhing from the pain/pleasure, you stop. Again soothing my flesh with your cool hands. You slide your hand between my legs to see how much I have enjoyed my punishment. You run your finger up and down my swollen flesh, slick with my juices, your fingers parting my lips. I moan with pleasure. 

You reach around my body and roll a hard nipple between your fingers, you tug and pinch until I arch, thrusting my ass higher in the air and my breast into your hand. You do the same to the other nipple. All the while I can feel you stroking me, when you push a finger inside me I begin to shiver. I rock back and forth trying to get you deeper inside me. You add another finger, then another, working my flesh until I am dripping and ready to cum. 

When you pull out and smack my ass I cry out in frustration. "Please Master, please....I need to cum." Of course your not even close to being ready to allow me to do that.

You grab me by the hair and raise my head. When I look into your eyes, they have darkened with pure desire. You lean close and kiss me slowly, running your tongue over my lips, nipping them gently, I open for you and feel your tongue touch mine. Sighing I lean into you for a melting kiss. 

Knowing what you want and I need I suck on your tongue only to hear you groan in anticipation. I reach for the closure on your pants, noting how hard you are. When I set your cock free it juts from your body, ready. I lick the drop of precum of the tip and look up into your eyes. 

"May I use my hands?" 

You give me permission so I circle you with my hand and begin stroking your hard cock. I wrap my lips around the head and circle it with my tongue. I begin to slowly slide you into my mouth working you in and out until you are nice and slick. I suck you deeper into my hot, moist mouth and flick my tongue from side to side as I hold you near the back of my throat. 

When I pull back this time, I run my tongue down your cock until I get to your balls. I lick and suckle them slowly taking my time, I'm enjoying the salty taste of your flesh. When you groan I run my tongue back up to the tip and start all over again. I can feel you start to throb and I know your getting close so I suck harder. 

You grab my hair again and pull me to my feet, "Undress me." 

I start working on your shirt, as each button gives I kiss the skin being exposed. I find your nipple and give it a lick and a light nip, when you shiver I find the other. I continue down across your ribs and abs with licks and kisses, teasing your navel and moving lower. I push your pants down your legs, nibbling your thighs as I go. Eager to continue, I finish removing everything I step back and look at all the sexy skin I just uncovered. 

You sit in the chair and tell me to straddle you and ride your cock. As I spread my legs to either side of the chair, I can feel your hard length against my pussy and can't stop myself from rubbing against you. It earns me a hard swat. 

I reach between my legs, knowing you are watching everything and open myself. I grasp your cock and run it up and down in my juices before putting the head at my opening. Slowly I lower myself onto you, keeping myself spread open so you can see the penetration. I am watching as you enter me feeling your cock stretch and fill me, I begin to shake. You reach for my hips and thrust the rest of the way into me. I close my eyes in pleasure, you bite my nipple and growl at me to open them. When I do you are watching me. You pull out just a little and slide back in until you are buried deep. 

I try to move, but with your hands on my waist, I can't. You ask me what I want...and I have to be specific...which makes me blush and my body flush even more than it was. 

"Please, Master, please fuck me. I need your cock deep inside me. I want it hard and fast." 

You smile indulgently and run your hands over my breast, you take a nipple into your mouth and work your tongue over it, making me arch my body into you. I feel your hands running down my sides over my hips to cup my ass. Squeezing and teasing me.

"Please may I move?" My voice is low and husky with need.

You lift me slowly off your shaft and let me slide back down. Panting I bow backwards, you can feel my hair brush your thighs. You allow me to start moving, but you are controlling the pace. When I want to go faster, you make me slow down. When I need it harder, you wont let me grind myself against you. I ride you, breasts bouncing and swaying, head back, lips parted in ecstasy. When I am panting with desire, you grab my hips, stopping my movements. 

I groan, "Please....I am so close."

With a wicked smile you make me stand. Caressing my ass you move behind me and push my shoulders until I am bent over the chair and completely exposed to your gaze. 

You run your finger through the moisture of my pussy and drag it up between my ass cheeks. I arch, pushing myself into your hand, I feel your finger graze my rear entrance and I shiver. You continue to do this until I am whimpering with need. When you have me and your fingers well lubricated, you push a finger into me. I feel my body fighting the intrusion. I try to relax and feel the tip of your finger slide past my tight opening. You work it in slowly, one section at a time, until your finger is all the way inside me. You begin stroking in and out, making small circles, opening me up, getting me ready for more. When you add another finger to my tight hole, I wimper from the full stretched feeling. When you add another, I push back hard against your hand needing/wanting more. 

I feel your cock slide into my pussy for lubrication, my breath stops. You pull your fingers from my ass and I feel the head of your cock take their place. Your hand wraps around me and you start circling my clit with your finger working it harder with every stroke, when I cum, I feel you enter me. You work yourself into my ass with slow, firm strokes, working my clit the whole time, until you are in all the way. This is so nughty and the pleasure/pain of it is intoxicating. 

I feel you kiss my spine and you push my hair to one side so you can reach my ear, neck and shoulder. As you withdraw, you scrape your teeth over my shoulder, this being one of my most sensitive spots, I arch and moan. You push back in, I am moaning and writhing, feeling your control over me only adds to the excitement. 

Soon we have a hard pounding rhythm going, I am panting and begging for more. "Oh please... fuck me harder...yes, yes...just like that. Oh goddess I'm going to cum.....Please Master, may I cum?" 

"No, not until I say you can." 

"Please, oh please. I don't think I can hold on any longer. Please Master let me cum." 

"No."

"Please." 

"No."(smack) The sting of his hand makes me moan.

"Please." 

"No."(smack) I cry out.

"Please."

Smack smack smack. The stinging slaps on my now tingling ass are almost to much, but not quite enough. 

"You will cum when I tell you, not until then." 

"Oh goddess." I pant.

I can feel you beginning to throb and I pray that it will be soon. You reach around and roll my clit in your fingers, I scream in ecstasy and frustration. My back arching, allowing for even deeper penetration. I'm ready to come apart in your arms. Three very hard strokes later and a sound swat on the ass, I finally hear "You can come now. Now." 

Heat rips through me, my body convulses and I explode. Screaming as I ride your cock to climax, I feel your hot come fill my ass and hear you growl as you bite my shoulder. I shiver and moan, we are both shaking from the intensity of our climax. We fall to the floor and lie there, breathing hard but completely sated. 

Nibbling my shoulder, I hear you chuckle at your own wicked thoughts. In a husky, sex filled voice you warn me, "If we ever make it to the bedroom, I will tie you down and blindfold you." 

The naughty visions that run through my head and the mischievious promise in your eyes makes me shiver in anticipation. I run my hand over your cheek and smile, eyes gleaming, "Ready for bed then?"



What a Girl's Gotta Do



Shit!

I glanced at my watch, as I urged the elevator onward to the tenth floor.

The time was 755 AM. I should be at my desk already.

If nobody wanted to get on at the other floors, I might be able to get there before my boss noticed I wasn't there yet.

Shit, come on!

I swear, this is all my boyfriend's fault. He wanted to make love this morning.

No, he didn't want to "make love." He just wanted to "fuck."

Yes, for the record, my boyfriend is black. But, to be honest, he's kind of wishy-washy. Not the type to take control. He had to beg me to fuck.

I need a real man, a man who knows what he wants, knows how to demand it and take it from me, too.

It's a pity that my boss is just the kind of man I'm looking for. Tall. Dark haired. Handsome. Strong. Authoritative. Commanding. Master of his universe. The only problem is that he's white.

What was that? Why is that a problem?

You don't know what its like being a black woman. Ladies, can I have a witness? White women think the glass ceiling is bad. We black people have a double standard about interracial dating that will make your brain explode if you think about it too much.

When a black man has sex with a white woman, black men celebrate it. But a black woman having sex with white man? Forget it. The earth might as well be tilting off its axis or something. It's something I can talk about with my fellow sister girls. But talk about interracial dating with a brother and you might as well have 9-1-1 on speed dial.

All my girl friends keep constantly asking me about him. Monica is he single? Monica what does his voice sound like?

I'm not gonna lie. I'm totally into him. But having sex with my boss is about as likely to happen as me getting invited to the shareholder's meeting. It's just one of those things where you fantasize about it, sure, but you don't actually think it's going to happen.

So anyway, here I am, running late, again, after I missed the bus and had to wait for the next one, which barely gives me enough time to walk down the street to my office building, take the elevator to the tenth floor and punch in, all before eight o'clock.

I was still out of breath, still sweating a little.

Just my luck I would have to power walk in high heeled boots.

Shit! This damn elevator is taking forever! I am so screwed. 

Eighth floor. 758 AM.

My boss, Stephen Taylor, is a stickler for attendance. It's not enough he wants me there on time, but he wants me to be there 15-20 minutes before 8, so I can read up on any news from the overseas markets. One time I came in just a minute late and I didn't hear the end of it for the whole day. To that I say, Kiss My Black Ass, White Boy.

Now, just this week, I've been one or two minutes late twice already this week!

I am going to be fired. I just know it.

But maybe I can get him to not send me to Human Resources. Unfortunately, I'm not wearing his favorite outfit. 

Yesterday I was. This is my boss's favorite outfit. White low-cut tank top. Tight fitting black pencil skirt. His favorite sheer stockings with the seams down the back. And finally my super expensive but super sexy Christian Louboutin black patent-leather peep-toe pumps with six inch stiletto heels and a platform.

When I wore that outfit yesterday, my boss practically undressed me with his eyes.

But today, because I was in such a damn hurry, I threw on a short sleeved white turtleneck top, black knee length A-line skirt, along with matching black leather knee high dress boots, and carried a large black leather hand bag with the strap slung over my shoulder. I hadn't done a damn thing with my hair, although last weekend I'd had it straightened.

The light for the Ninth floor came on. Come on!

Oh yeah, I suppose introductions are in order. My name is Monica. Monica Foster. 

I stand about 5 foot 4, with long legs and slim arms. I still have a dancer's body from gymnastics and cheerleading in high school. My hair is jet black, past my shoulders, and naturally curly. My eyes are the color of root beer soda.

Quickly I reached into my purse and grabbed a hair band, slicked my hair back, folded it into a bun and put the hair band in place.

*ding*

By some miracle, exactly at 800 AM, the elevator doors opened on the tenth floor. And my boss wasn't here yet. Thank the Lord!

Feeling immensely relieved that I might not lose my job today, I quickly crossed the hall to my desk, and signed on to my computer while I grabbed my headset.

By another further miracle, Mr. Taylor didn't show up until 805 AM, by which time I had my system completely up. In fact I was speaking to someone as he came in.

He passed my desk, giving me a single nod and a "Good morning, Monica."

I tried not to smile at him and lost.

I was congratulating myself, thinking everything was sunshine and roses, up until about 1000 AM, when Mr. Taylor said, "Monica, can you come in here, please?"

"Yes, Mr. Taylor."

I got up from my desk, smoothing down my skirt as I took the necessary five steps to his office door.

"You needed me, Mr. Taylor?"

"Monica, you were late again."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Taylor. I was right here at my desk the whole time -"

"Monica, don't lie to me. I tried to call the office to let you know about a client coming in. And guess what? No answer."

I stood there, looking at the floor. He had me.

Mr. Taylor let the silence linger on. Then he said, "Monica. This is the third time you've been late this week."

"Yes, sir....."

"I thought you liked this job?"

"Yes, sir. I do like it."

"I can't have my personal secretary coming in late. It doesn't look good. I need you here earlier than I so that you can read up on the news, so that when I come in I'm not taken by surprise by developments."

I swallowed and looked at the floor. "Yes, sir. I know."

"I hope you also know I'm going to have to let you go."

"No! Please, Mr. Taylor, I promise I won't be late again! Please, don't fire me!"

"And what reassurance can you give that you won't be late again?"

"What can I do to make you believe me? I love this job, Mr. Taylor. I need this job. It took me five months just to find this one."

Silence fell. Uncomfortable silence.

Mr. Taylor, however, sat back in his chair, as if he were thinking. He was probably just letting me squirm before he lowered the boom.

I said, "Mr. Taylor, please, don't fire me. I'll do anything to keep this job. Anything."

Mr. Taylor looked at me as if seeing me for the first time. Then he said, "Anything, huh?"

"Anything. I'll stay late. I'll come in a whole hour earlier instead, if that's what it will take."

"I was thinking of something a little more .... personal, instead."

"What can I do, Mr. Taylor?"

"Tell me, are you wearing panties, Miss Foster?"

I swallowed. A big bag of fear dropped down in my gut. "What, Mr. Taylor?"

"I asked you a question. Answer me. Or I could just send you down to Human Resources right now."

"No. I'm not wearing panties."

"Very good. Now come here. Sit on my desk."

"Mr. Taylor, I have a boyfriend...."

"Miss Foster. Monica. Do you know how easy it would be replace you?"

"Yes, sir. I do."

"So ask yourself, how badly do you want to keep your job?"

Against my will, despite myself, I started to move.

It felt as if my body were moving all by itself. I shut off everything that made me who I was, or tried to.

My expensive boots sounded loud in the quiet room, stiletto heels clicking on the bare tile floor, as I slowly stepped forward, then moved around behind his desk.

Click. Click. Click. Click.

I could even hear my skirt swishing. Swish. Swish. Swish. Swish.

Mr. Taylor moved his chair back from his desk as I finally got behind his desk and leaned against it.

"Very good, Miss Foster." He rolled forward and put his hands on my waist.

Despite myself, a thrill coursed up my spine. "Mr. Taylor....please don't.... "

He looked up at me. "Miss Foster ...... Relax."

His eyes flicked down, then back up.

"This is quite an outfit you have on."

Despite myself, I smiled. "Thank you, sir."

He smiled as well, looking me over as he ran his hands over my hips, waist and especially my booty. 

I jumped as he squeezed it.

He cracked a mischevious grin, as he reached up and squeezed my breasts. 

I gasped and jumped again.

He started to push my skirt up. I obediently hopped up on his desk.

Before too long, my skirt was up around my waist. Mr. Taylor was practically having to wipe drool off his chin.

"You shave, too. Excellent."

"Of course, Mr. Taylor. Have to keep it neat. For my boyfriend."

This time he actually looked up at my face. "Your boyfriend doesn't satisfy you very well, does he?"

"What makes you say that?"

"When you get off the elevator, returning from your lunch breaks with your fellow secretaries, I often hear you speaking about it, like you think I can't or won't overhear you."

I felt a blush heat my face.

"Okay, you got me. I'm not getting any at home. Happy?"

Mr. Taylor looked at my pussy again. "This really does look like excellent pussy."

Despite myself, I smiled. "Thank you, Mr. Taylor."

"You must work out."

"Yoga and Pilates, yes, sir."

"I'll bet it's nice and tight...."

"That's what my boyfriend says."

And I gasped yet again as Mr. Taylor pulled me to the edge of his desk, roughly spread my legs and started eating my pussy!

"No! Mr. Taylor! What are you doing?!"

"Eating. Your. Pussy."

"No...... Please...."

"You want. To keep. Your job. Right?"

"Yes ... But .... Oh god .... Not like this!"

He kept munching on my pussy. 

I don't know what he liked more - that it was shaved, that it, like the rest of me, was the same color as milk chocolate, or the fact that he shouldn't be doing what he was doing.

"Oh god ..... Please, stop, Mr. Taylor..... "

"Stop squirming. Shut up. I've always wanted to have black pussy and this my perfect opportunity."

And then he started again.

"Oh god .... Oh, shit! .... Oh shit, baby, you like that black pussy, don't you?"

He just kept eating my pussy!

This went on for several minutes, the only sounds being my moaning and heavy breathing, and the wet slurping noises he was making.

Then I started feeling pre-orgasmic twitching.

"Oh, shit, I'm so close! Baby, you better damn well eat the shit out of that chocolate pussy!"

He just flicked those cool blue eyes up at me, crinkled with humor.

"Ah shit! Goddamn it, baby! AAHHH!!"

Then there was silence.

I went to stand up. My legs were a little wobbly.

But Mr. Taylor said, "Where are you going?"

"I have to get back to work....."

"I'm not finished. Or should I say, you're not finished."

"Mr. Taylor, no......"

He unzipped his trousers and took his cock out. He was already erect. The skin was pale white on the shaft, pink at the head, and gleamed in the lights.

He smiled. "I think you know what to do with this. Or should I get on the phone to Human Resources?"

Damn! I hated it when he had the upper hand. So I took two hesitant steps towards him and got down on my knees.

"That's it. And make it good."

"Yes, sir......"

I couldn't believe I was doing this. But it was either let my boss have his way with me, or ..... 

I couldn't bear the thought of having to move back in with my mother, all because I lost my job.

So I took his cock in my hand, held it lightly but steadily, and put my mouth on it.

"Oh, shit, Monica....."

I moaned back up at him, flicked my brown eyes to look up at him, as I sucked.

"Mmmm. Mmmm. Mmmmm....."

It seemed like I hadn't been at it for very long when he said, "Stand up."

"You don't like the way I suck your dick, Mr. Taylor?"

"Yes, I do. A lot. But I want to get in to that pussy."

Here I shook my head. "No."

"What do you mean, no?"

Here I stood my ground. "It's very simple. Either put on a condom, or get ready to pay me part of your salary for the next eighteen years. Fire me if you want. I won't budge."

Mr. Taylor's eyes narrowed. Then he sighed. "Alright, fine. No intercourse. This time."

I smiled nastily. "There won't be a next time. Sir."

So I resumed sucking him off. In return for not being able to fuck me, I gave him the best blow job I knew how to give. Poor Mr. Taylor was reduced to making fuck faces.

"Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Mmmmm."

"Oh yeah, Monica....."

"Mmmmm. Mmmm. Mmmmm!"

"Oh shit.... Gonna cum...."

"Mmmmm! Mmmm! Mmmmm!"

"Oh shit ..... OOOOhhhh yeahhhhh...."

"Mmm! Mmm! Mmmmmm......"

More silence fell. Mr. Taylor sat in his chair again. More like fell into it.

I stood up, smoothing my skirt back down. "Do you still want to make that call to Human Resources, Mr. Taylor?"

"No, that won't be necessary, Miss Foster. I believe we've reached an understanding?"

"Yes, sir. It won't happen again."

"I certainly hope not."

"Will that be all, Mr. Taylor?"

"Yes. That will be all, Miss Foster."

"Very good, sir. And you might want to clean that lipstick off your dick."

"Get back to work, Miss Foster."

"Yes, Mr. Taylor."