0 comments/ 63675 views/ 2 favorites Tied Up By: sarah15284 "Get up and follow me," Cindy told me in a harsh tone. She stood over me as I sat in our couch reading a book. She looked so beautiful with her shoulder length blonde hair. "I'm in the middle of a chapter," I responded, thinking she was joking. Before I could say anything more Cin took the book from my hands and threw it across the room. "Shut up you prissy little slut!! I said get up!!" she told me with even more force in her voice. I knew I was in for a long frustrating night. I got up as ordered immediately. "Go to the bedroom and undress as you go," Cin ordered me, "and you better be naked by the time you reach it." We started for the bedroom, Cindy following me. I took off my T-shirt and bra as I walked, dropping them on the floor as I went. When I paused to take off my shorts and panties she roughly shoved me and said "Keep moving bitch!!" I took small steps as I pulled the shorts and panties down together, then stepped out of them. By the time I reached the bedroom I was naked as ordered. "Lay down on you stomach on the bed, hold your hands above your head, and open your legs," Cin ordered me. I lay down on the bed and spread myself as I was told. Cindy stood over me and grabbed on of my hands, tying it to the bedpost. She moved to the other side and tied my other hand as she did the first. Then she took my feet and tied them to the bedpost. I was securely held in place, unable to move at all. My cunt and asshole was opened and exposed to Cin's whim. She stood over me, admiring her work. "That's the way I like to see you, tied up and open to me. And I know you like it too, don't you slut?" she said. "Yes I do ma'am." I replied. It felt good to be used by her, treated as her girl-toy. "Now lets get you prepared." Cindy said. She went to the play chest and got out an eight-inch dildo and three-inch butt plug. Without another word she shoved three fingers deep into my already wet cunt and slowly finger fucked me. After a couple of minutes, she pulled them out and said, "Look at how wet my fingers are. You are a horny slut!! Now clean my fingers for me." Cin took her wet fingers and placed them in my mouth. I sucked on them, tasting my cum on her beautiful fingers. She stopped and took the dildo and shoved it into my cunt. It felt good as my cunt swallowed it. I let out a low whimper and begged Cindy, "Please fuck me." "Not yet slut, we haven't even started yet." she told me. Cin took the butt plug and applied a liberal amount of lubricant to it. She spread my ass cheeks with one hand and slowly entered my asshole with the plug. My ass burned as it opened up, then settled down as it became accustomed to the intruder. I was fully stuffed and loved the feeling it gave me. "Now you look absolutely beautiful." Cindy told me, further admiring her work. "This is how you belong, tied up, and stuffed just like the slut that you are. Your round ass looks so perfect." My heart fluttered at her words. Without another word, Cin slapped my ass hard with her bare hand, burning my ass at the impact and making my cunt even wetter. "That's just for starters, cunt!" she told me. She laid our paddle in front of my face. "I'm going to make a sandwich for lunch. You wait here, I'll be back for you later." Cindy joked. "Get a good look at that paddle, you'll see more of it soon." With that she walked away, closing the door. Immediately I was aware of complete silence except for my own breathing and heartbeat. It was so eerie to be so completely immobile. I looked at the paddle and my ass burned from the idea that it would be slapping me soon. My leg itched, but I was unable to scratch. Slowly it grew to torture, then died away, only to be replaced by another itch on my arm. The cycle continued endlessly, driving me crazy with the urge to scratch, yet unable to do even that simple task. My cunt and asshole screamed for relief too, yet I was unable to do that. I tried to rotate my hips to move the dildo and butt plug, yet to no avail. It was maddeningly frustrating. After an eternity Cindy returned, a smile on her face. "Have you gotten to know the paddle bitch, because your ass is going to?" she snickered. Cin walked over to me and took the paddle from in front of my face. She slowly walked around me, looking down at me. Suddenly she struck my ass on my left cheek, pain burning into me. She struck me again, and again, alternating between butt cheeks. The pain poured into me, going right to my cunt. It was excruciating and erotic all at the same time. After the fist half dozen slaps my mind wandered and focused on my cunt entirely. I was in Heaven and I knew Cindy was as wet as I was. Without warning she stopped my beating. My ass glowed from the heat of her impacts. I burned with desire to please her, and hoped I was. "Look at that red ass of yours. It looks good enough to fuck. I think I will do just that." Cindy said. She spread my ass and removed my butt plug. It ached from having it removed. I wanted it replaced. My cunt was soaked; I needed to serve Cindy. Cin walked over to the toy chest and took our strap-on dildo. It was six inches and had a harness that would rub her clit as she fucked me. She strapped it on and walked towards me. I desired Cindy as she strode towards me with the dildo pointing towards me. She lubed it up and straddled me. "Are you ready to be butt fucked, slut? Cindy asked me. "Please fuck me!!" I replied, with a lot of desire. She guided the dildo to my ass and placed the tip at my opening. Slowly she slid it in, my ass hole opening to her tool. She forced it all the way in, then slowly withdrew it. I cried out, no longer able to make words. I just whimpered and moaned as she used me as a toy, Cindy's toy. My cunt was still stuffed, now my ass was too. As she started to pump my ass with her dildo, Cin laid down on top of me, her breasts pressing into my back. I could feel her nipples grow hard as she used me. She grabbed my hands and started biting my ear as I felt her hips rise and lower to fuck me. Cindy whispered in my ear as she fucked me "You are such a whore, letting me butt fuck you. I love you for it." Her words struck my heart with a powerful force. I felt loved as she used me. She continued to fuck me, my orgasm rising like a tide. Cin sensed me close to orgasm and quickened her speed, slamming into my ass. As I came, Cindy buried her dildo deep into my ass and hissed "Come for me slut!!" I came in several waves, each more powerful than the other. I let out a yelp at each one. As I peaked I went limp, unable to think rationally. Only my ass and cunt mattered. Slowly my world returned. I felt Cin pull the dildo from my ass, then remove the dildo from my cunt. I was so wet and so open. Cin untied me and took me into her arms. All I could do was whimper as she cuddled me. I took one of her breasts in my mouth and suckled her. Cindy just rocked me gently and told me what a good girl I was. Tied Up I moved against you, breathing deeply. You felt my nipples press against your chest as I wrap my arms around your neck. Your cock pokes me in the belly as I draw my mouth closer, closer... you close your eyes and move your arms to surround me, only to find they won't move. Puzzled, you look at your arms as I fade away into the shifting scenery. Your arms are pulled out to the side and above your head. You try to move them and wonder why they refuse to obey your command. You feel a very interesting sensation in your groin and look down, startled. Your manhood is flapping back and forth violently, and then it stops suddenly. The shooting pleasurable sensation is replaced with an even better one as you feel an invisible mouth close upon the under side of it. "Whaaaa?" you gasp as you realize you are now awake, see me kissing your cock. I smile at you, but continue to lavish kisses upon you, sending shivers and thrills through your belly, your pelvis and up your back. You turn to find your hands tied to the cast iron head piece and your feet bound to the foot. You are spread wide open on the bed, completely stripped of all your clothing. I continue to kiss your cock as I look back down at you. You feel the sensations build within your pelvis, growing stronger and stronger, more intense. You gasp and your breathing becomes very heavy. "Honnie.. Oh... ohhh, honnie" you moan as I pay very close attention to you. "hhhooonnnnn...huh?" You are bewildered and a little disappointed that the pleasant feelings have suddenly ceased. I look up at you and laugh, grabbing you and thrashing you about again. The sharp sensations course through you as the tip smack against your belly and pelvis. The very sensitive head striking you causes you to writhe and moan fiercely. "You've been a BAAAD boy." I cry with glee. "soooooo very bad." With a giggle, I flatten you against your tummy and begin to thump my hand down upon you, not too hard, and with the other, gently punch the sack at the base. You move and twist as the sensations are pleasurable and mildly painful at the same time. you moan, gasp, wiggle, twist and shudder, going between ecstasy and mild pain with each blow and massage. As suddenly as is started, it stopped. You let out a huge breath, relaxing somewhat. I stand up and you got a good look at me, admiring my form, wishing you could be free to grab me, touch me, hold, kiss, and lick... so many things you want to do. Your cock begins to bob up and down slightly as the thoughts surge through your mind, the images of the many things you would do to me to make me feel so good. A slight stream of clear liquid seeps from the tip, landing on your tummy. I am wearing a baby doll I~{!/~}ve made for myself. It clings to my form so wonderfully, showing off my hips and waist, my delicate breasts and firm bum. I pose and show off my creation to you, as you stare in wonder. "Am I not pretty?" I ask you. "Oh yes, that is very pretty on you." "Am I my little girl?" I question, with a sly smile on my face. I purse my lips in a girlish out, and opening my beautiful brown eyes widely, looking at you. I move to stand over you, with one foot on either side of your waist. I twist my hips back and forth over you, hooking my thumbs in the band of the panties, teasing you. "You want these off?" "Yes" you gasp. you were so aroused. your love stood above you, being a temptress, dominant and strong. you were so turned on by me. "you want me to come close to you?" "Oh yes" you say quietly. "Well, maybe, maybe not" I give you a sly grin. Dropping to my knees, I clamp them tight against your chest, holding you down, in place. I am closer to your face. you can feel the heat off of me and smell the faint, musky smell of my treasure. you can see that my panties are completely soaked and little trickles of my juice are running down my thighs. "Wow, you are so wet" "SSSSSsssshhhhhhh...." I shush you, placing my finger over your mouth. "Only I get to talk." you move to kiss my finger but I pull them back, not allowing you to play with me. I move my hips back and forth above you, letting my panties bunch and loosen. I pull the hip bands tight, forcing the material up, tight against my lips and you moan. you can see my nipple poking stiffly through the material. you watch the material fold and pull tight between the lips. More juice flows down my thighs, beginning to flow onto your chest. I let go of the waist band and lean forward, holding onto the iron railing above your head. I move my clad breasts close to your face. When you move forward to catch a nipple in your mouth, I move back. "Bad BAD boy" you stop and lie back. I release one hand and run it down my breast, my belly and down into my panties. you are helpless and just watch me touch myself. I reach down past my pubic hair, to the folds below. I feel how wet I am. Touching the top of my treasure, I press against the outside, where my clit is. I notice that I am very very sensitive right now. Every little touch sends lightning bolts of pleasure shooting through me. I massage back and forth gently, feeling the feelings grow more intense. I reach down and part my lips, inserting a finger in the moist folds. Down, down I reach until my reach the opening. you watch me exploring myself, unable to see anything except the please on my face. I am so close to you, but too far for you to touch. My eyes are closed and you watch my face change and shift as the sensations flow over you. you know when I have just inserted my finger into myself when you see my body shudder slightly. You see my arm move up and down gently. I plunge my finger into myself, feeling myself, exploring myself and enjoying the sensations I cause myself. I feel the burning sensation moving down my belly, to my navel. It moves lower and lower as I touch and caress myself, but I stop suddenly. Opening my eyes, you look at me with a lust I have never seen before. You feel your entire body throb with an electric sensation. Watching me has aroused you to such a level of arousal that a single touch sends you over the top. I reach my hand up, from my panties, drenched with my juices and place my fingers in your mouth. you taste me, as sweet, wonderful taste. One by one I insert my fingers and you clean them off, tasting me. I fill your mouth with my flavor, and then move close to you kissing you deeply to taste yourself. Pulling away, you look into my eyes and moan "you're going to be very naughty" Leaving you wondering at what I am up to, I lean back and remove my top, letting my breast fall free. Standing briefly, I remove my panties and kneel back down again. My thighs are very wet and you feel my juices flowing down over you. I lean over you, one hand on the iron rail, and the other moves immediately down to my pelvis again. I insert my fingers deep into myself and lean forward. "Suck on me" you whisper. you take the closest nipple into your mouth and begin to lick and caress it with your tongue. "Like a baby." you surround my nipple and suck gently, and then start a rhythm. you feel me moving and writhing just slightly above you. you feel my juices flowing down over you. I massage and play with myself, up and down, in and out, bringing the sensation lower and lower. I placed my fingers inside me and start pumping them in and out. I feel the sensation speed up and hurl itself towards my vagina. I explode with pleasure as the sensation surrounds my vagina. I convulse and writhe in pleasure as the waves of pleasure caress over me. I fall against you and you feel me shudder and shiver, stiffen and relax. you still suck upon my nipple as I press against you, feeling so aroused by my motions. The waves continue for a long time, sweeping me up in them, I feel so good; each one takes me higher until I reach the top. I then feel the sudden relaxation as the last waves move over me, allowing me to calm myself, but only a little. "Wowmma" you mumble against my breast. I push up and away from you. "you~{!/~}re going to be very VERY naughty now. Time for us to play together." I lean back, still very aroused. I grasp you in my hand and press back against you. my pussy presses against the top of your cock. I massage it up and down. you feel it move down, to rub against my clit. Then up and feel you press back against you. I press further and further, feeling your cock against the entrance of my vagina, then slightly inside. I feel myself stretch and the tip of your cock presses into the opening. I move forward releasing the pressure, and rub your cock down to my clit. Then back up and press it a little further in. you are surprised but completely enjoying the feeling as the tip is rubbed up and down me. Suddenly, you feel yourself plunged into me as you thrust back against me. I gasp in pain. It is very sharp, but only for a second. I am filled with you, full. I allow you to fill and complete me. I am startled, but feel so aroused. I feel myself stretched tightly around your cock. It hurt a little, sharply at first, but it quickly fell off, replaced by a very pleasurable sensation. You were in heaven. You feel me lay upon your chest and move my mouth up to yours. We kiss as you move up and down, plunging you deep inside you until you press against my cervix, and then pulling you out, until you am almost free, but never quite. I have you, have you inside of me and you will never let me go. I enjoy the feeling as you move in and out of me. The sensation is so good, so new. I enjoy the feeling as you press into the top of me, fill me, stretch me. I grow moister as you move up and down. I quicken my pace as we kiss, completely entwined within one another. You feel the sensation build very quickly, tight in your belly. I feel the heat in my groin. You begin to come, shooting stream after stream deep inside me. When I feel this I explode once again. Your arms grasp me firmly, our mouths lock together and our breathing becomes one. Over and over again the waves sweep over us. You fill me and feel me. Together, one. The waves go on for what seems like hours, with me locked firmly upon you. The breathing, the pleasure, the feeling of completeness, to be with you. At last our breathing calms. Our bodies are hot and beaded with sweat. I move down and place my arms around your chest, and my head under your chin. You are still inside of me as we lay there for a long time, enjoying the time together. After a while, I sit up and look down at you. "I am going to shower now. *IF* you can get free, you can join me." With that I hop off of the bed, and into the bathroom. You begin to work frantically at the nylons that tie you to the bed. Tied Up I am a tall, good looking, 42 year old brunette with normal sexual appetites who ended up spending most of my life married to an unimaginative man who liked sex a couple of times a week only. It was always in the missionary position or maybe doggie style but that was as adventurous as he ever got. I had fantasies about other positions and even about other people but never acted on them. He wouldn’t even discuss doing anything else and made me feel like I was some kind of freak for wanting anything else. Now that we are divorced, I have learned that I am not a freak and there are a lot of people out there who consider the fantasies I have normal sexual activities. My new boyfriend, Matt is no exception. He and I have even discussed playing with another couple but have never acted on it. The only complaint I have ever had from Matt was one time when I came without telling him ahead of time. He told me I was very bad and promised me some punishment for it. He wanted me to anticipate the punishment so he waited until a week later before he took matters into his own hands so to speak. We were at his house after spending the day together shopping and running errands. He was watching the weather channel trying to see the next week’s forecast when I started running my hand up his thigh. He is a construction worker and his body is very nicely muscled. I love running my hands over his legs and arms. He is so strong and sexy. He is taller than me and has gorgeous blue eyes and dark hair. He tried to watch television and ignore me but I was determined to take his mind off the weather. I started running my finger around in circles that got ever closer to his crotch. He was trying to act like he was busy with the program but I knew he was interested in what my finger was doing. Finally, he reached out and grabbed my hand. I was turned towards him slightly and he yanked on my arm so that I fell across his lap. He put one hand behind me to catch my head and the other on my hip. He pulled me close and kissed me. His lips are strong and he used them to rub mine open. His tongue was hot and wet against mine. His hand opened on my ribs and moved up to cup my breast. My nipple was already hardening in anticipation of his touch. He played with it through my clothes until it was a hard, aching point. “Are you ready to go upstairs?” he asked. “Yes.” “You go on up while I lock up. But don’t get undressed. I want that pleasure myself,” he told me. I got off him and headed up the stairs. His bedroom is just over the living room and I heard him moving around down there before he started up the stairs. When he got to the door I could see he had something held behind his back but I had no idea what it might be. He dropped something on the chair and advanced toward me. “Come here you naughty girl.” That was when I saw what he still held in his hand. It was a cat o’ nine with a sturdy handle and strips of leather that ended in little knots. We had talked about spankings but both agreed that real pain wasn’t something that turned either of us on. My eyes were large as I watched him slap it against his jean-clad thigh. I knew he wouldn’t really hurt me so I decided to play my part. “Have I been bad?” I asked in my best scared-girl voice. “You know you have. You were bad last weekend and again just now when you wouldn’t let me watch t.v.” He slapped it against his thigh for emphasis. “I’m sorry, Matt. I promise I’ll be good.” “Sure, now you’re sorry. Now that I’ve missed the forecast you’re sorry. Too late little missy!” He slapped the cat against the bed. “Strip!” he demanded. I started unbuttoning my blouse where I stood. “Nope. I want a good show,” he vetoed my actions. “You know what is waiting for you if you disappoint me,” he warned. I stepped away from the bed and finished unbuttoning my blouse. When it was undone I closed and opened it a couple of times giving him looks at my bra. Finally I let it slide off my shoulders. I reached up and undid the clip at the back of my head and let my long hair cascade down my back. I put both hands up to run my fingers through it and shook it loose. I reached for the front hook on my bra and undid it but didn’t let it fall open. I turned around and shook my ass at him. I rotated my hips from side to side while pulling the bra out to the sides so he would know my breasts were free. Then I looked over my shoulder and pulled it off keeping my back to him. I tossed the bra so it landed on his shoulder. I looked down at his crotch and smiled when I saw the bulge developing there. Then I covered my breasts with my arms and turned back to face him. I had my arms crossed with my hands on the opposite shoulders. Slowly I let my hands trail down my arms until my arms were below my breasts and he could see them completely. I continued to slide them down until my hands were resting against the waistband of my jeans. I unbuttoned them and slowly slid the zipper down. I paused and looked at him. Matt lifted the cat and made a downward motion indicating his interest in having my jeans off. I wriggled them down over my hips and let them fall to the floor. With exaggerated efforts I stepped out of them and then bent down to pick them up. I tossed them onto the bed while turning so my back was toward Matt. I bent back down so my ass was presented to him inside my lacy panties. I hooked my fingers into either side and slowly drew them down over my ass. When I was completely uncovered I stood back up and lifted each leg to pull the panties off. Finally I was standing naked in front of him. I waited for his next command. “Undress me and you better do a good job,” he said sternly. I was getting very excited and the thought of undressing him only added to the excitement. I stepped up to him and tried to keep the smile off my face. I reached out and unbuttoned the top button on his shirt. I bent closer and pressed my lips on the skin revealed there. I unbuttoned the next one and spread the shirt apart and licked the skin I exposed. I could hear Matt’s breathing getting faster. I continued down his chest kissing and licking each exposed section of skin until his shirt was hanging free. I placed both hands inside the shirt on his stomach and swirled my tongue around his navel before standing back up. I let my hands slide up over his chest to his shoulders and pressed my lips against one of his flat, male nipples as my hands slid the shirt down over his arms and onto the floor. I blew on the nipple gently and then took it in mouth as it hardened against my tongue. I sucked gently before releasing it. I continued to hold him by the shoulders as my lips moved to the other nipple. It was already hard but I licked and sucked on it for my own satisfaction. Finally I raked down over it with my teeth. Matt moaned and held himself absolutely still. I could feel how much it cost him to stand so still and try not to react. That only excited me more and I could feel my pussy throbbing with excitement. I dropped down to my knees in front of him and placed my lips on his stomach above the snap on his jeans. I unsnapped them and ran my tongue down under the fabric as far as I could reach. He doesn’t like underwear so there was nothing to stop my tongue from reaching his skin. I grasped the zipper and drew it down an inch. I stroked the exposed skin with my tongue. His cock was straining against his jeans. I cupped him and rubbed him through the cloth. I thought I felt him thrust against my hand but I wasn’t sure. I pulled on the zip and licked him again. Finally I tugged it all the way down and could see the shaft of his cock through the opening. I made no attempt to release him but continued to lick and kiss all around and above his cock. Finally I reached around him and grabbed his jeans above his ass cheeks. I let my fingernails scrape against his ass as I slowly pulled his jeans down in back. His cock was still trapped so I pressed it down with my tongue while I tugged the jeans down. When his cock finally popped out, I could see precum glistening on the head. It was bobbing right in front of my face and I moaned as I reached out to lick the head. “Oh God,” he moaned as his hands finally reached for my head. I could feel the handle of the cat o’ nine pressed against my head as he held my head still and thrust his hips at me. I smiled as I opened my lips to let that wet, velvety head slide between them. I closed my lips around it and sucked the precum off it. This time there was no doubting his intentions when he started thrusting against my mouth. I let more of it slide in with each forward thrust. I ran my tongue over and around the head as he pulled back and let my tongue slide hard against the underside when he thrust in. It wasn’t long before I knew Matt was close to cumming. He knew it too and stepped back before he could. “You were only supposed to be undressing me,” Matt stated. He dangled the cat by his side. “Get up,” he ordered. I stood up and couldn’t help smiling at him. “This was not supposed to be funny,” he tried to sound angry. “Bend over!” I knew he wouldn’t purposely hurt me but I felt a quiver of alarm at the idea that he might get carried away and do something that would be painful. I bent over the bed and waited to see what he would do. Then I felt something running down my back toward my ass. It was a dry, tickling sensation and I realized he was trailing the tails of the cat o’ nine over my skin. When he reached my ass, he pulled it back and gave me a little slap. It wasn’t painful. I didn’t move and he drew it back and swatted my ass again. This time I felt it come down against my skin although it still wasn’t painful. He pulled back and lowered it again but this time he aimed lower. Instead of striking my ass cheeks, the tails of the cat slapped against my pussy lips as well. It was incredibly erotic. Before I could do anything he slapped me again. I couldn’t hold back my moan. His strokes were perfect, not too hard, not too light. I found myself spreading my legs further apart so the tails would slap more fully against me. I could feel myself getting wetter with each stroke. I didn’t know what to do. It felt so good and I didn’t want it to stop. Was this supposed to punish me I wondered? If this is punishment, I’ll be bad more often I thought. He seemed to know how hot I was getting. He laid the whip on my back and pressed his hand against my pussy. His fingers slipped inside the lips and he found the hard nub of my clit. His finger began circling it and rubbing it back and forth. He moved his finger so it could plunge into my hole and his thumb began stroking my clit. I was building toward a wonderful orgasm and he knew it when he suddenly stopped. He pushed me sideways so I lost my balance and fell over on the bed. I rolled onto my back and he stood between my legs and lowered himself on top of me. His cock slid into me and I brought my legs up around his waist. He started thrusting into me and I could feel the orgasm building up again. I wanted it to go on and on. Then he stopped again and pushed my legs down. “Please don’t stop,” I begged him. He just smiled at me and pulled me up into a sitting position. His cock was wet and shiny from my juices and he offered it to me pressing it up toward my face. By this time I was so hot for him that we both knew I’d do anything he wanted. His cock looked so good that I reached over and licked him clean. It tasted of me and as I licked a bead of pre-cum formed on the tip. I licked that off too and sucked him into my mouth. He began thrusting into my mouth again. I could feel how excited he was and knew it wouldn’t be long before he came. I felt him sliding against my tongue and I pulled his hips toward me so I could get it all. “Don’t stop baby,” he groaned as he thrust himself into my mouth. “You feel so good.” His thrusts were coming faster and he shoved his hands into my hair to hold me still. He continued to fuck my mouth and I moaned feeling how much he was enjoying it. My pussy was flooded with juices and I wanted so badly to cum. Just when I thought he was going to cum in my mouth he stopped again. “You know, you have been very bad so I don’t know if you deserve this,” he said. “Get up.” He stepped back and reached for the item he had dropped onto the chair earlier. It was white and when he shook it, I could see it was some kind of cloth. He had cut an old towel into strips and made four ties out of it. He motioned for me to move down to the end of the bed. “Sit down,” he commanded pointing to the chair. I sat down and he put one of the ties around my right forearm and fastened it to the arm of the chair. “What are you doing,” I asked. He didn’t answer but continued with the task of tying my left arm to the left side of the chair. Then he knelt in front of me and I felt him tying my ankles to the legs of the chair. “Why are you tying me up?” I asked. Matt and I had discussed tying each other up and had agreed that the activity would require a lot of trust on the tied person’s part. “I’m just going to show you what happens to bad girls who don’t behave,” he answered. I was now unable to do more than move my upper body forward and scoot a little forward or back against the chair. I couldn’t move far. “You see, when you misbehave, you have to be taught to obey,” he continued. “Now, I am going to have some fun and if you can show me you know how to be good, maybe you can have some fun, too,” he went on. With that he knelt in front of me. His head moved forward and his lips encircled one of my nipples. He licked and sucked it to a hard point before he moved to the other one. It received the same treatment and I was moaning before he decided he had enough of that. He trailed his lips down my belly and buried his face in my mound. I scooted forward as far as I could in the chair and pressed my legs against the sides of the chair so he would have better access. He began licking my juices and plunging his tongue into my slit. My clit was hard and straining toward his mouth when he finally put his lips against it. “Does that feel good?” he asked. “You know it does,” I panted at him. “Please don’t stop.” I was on the verge of cumming again and I didn’t think I could handle it if he didn’t let me this time. “Please,” I moaned. “Oh, look at the time,” he suddenly said glancing at his watch. “It is time for the weather forecast.” With that he stood up and walked stark naked from the room. I waited, listening to his footsteps on the stairs. Suddenly I heard the t.v. come on. I listened to him skim the channels and then heard the familiar sound of the weather forecaster talking about highs and lows. “What the hell are you trying to do to me?” I shouted. I heard the t.v. get louder as he turned it up. “Mathew DeWayne, get up here this instant!” I shouted. I waited but the t.v. continued to play and I couldn’t hear any footsteps. I sat and pondered my situation. Surely he was as excited as I was. He couldn’t be planning to leave me like this all night. He must be coming back. These thoughts raced through my brain. But foremost in my mind was the thought of how excited I was. I wanted him to come back upstairs and throw me onto the bed and have his way with me. I wanted his cock slamming into me hard and fast. I wanted him to come back. Finally I realized that over everything else, I just wanted him to come back. “I’ll be good. I promise I won’t cum without telling you ever again!” I shouted. “Please come back and fuck me!” “You don’t have to shout,” he said from the doorway. “The neighbors don’t want to hear this kind of talk in the middle of the day,” he grinned at me. “Mathew DeWayne, you better be planning to fuck me after this. I can’t take much more of this teasing,” I said as forcefully as I could. “Oh, do I need to go back down and watch t.v.?” he asked. “You don’t sound like you have the proper respect for me yet.” He stood looking down at me. “I’m going to show you how much I respect you if you ever let me go,” I answered. Matt chuckled and untied one arm. I reached the arm up and pulled him down so our lips could meet. Our tongues slid against each other as Matt untied the other arm. I could see he was still as aroused as I was. I pulled him down onto my lap this time. “I’m too heavy for you,” he cautioned. “Never,” I breathed against his lips as I continued to kiss him. Finally he pushed himself up off my lap and bent down to untie my feet. I caressed his back and ass as he worked the knots loose. When my finger dipped lower to rub the skin between his asshole and balls he sucked in his breath. I was finally free and we were both laughing when he yanked me up and into his arms. He turned me around and shoved me down onto the bed. He reached down before I even quit bouncing and lifted my legs up so my feet were on his shoulders. He rubbed his cock against my pussy and finally thrust deeply into me. I could feel my pussy closing around the hardness it craved. “Please don’t stop this time,” I begged as he started thrusting into me. I grabbed handfuls of the sheets and moaned loudly with each thrust. I tried to wait for him but I was just too close too many times to wait any longer. My orgasm was long and powerful and I knew he could feel it as my pussy squeezed his hard cock with each spasm. “I’m cumming,” he groaned as he thrust hard into me one more time. I felt the jerks as his cock emptied itself inside me. He released my legs and collapsed on top of me. I closed my arms around him and we stayed like that while our heartbeats returned to normal. I was already thinking about the next time and what I was going to do when it was my turn to tie him up. Tied Up HB – 12/02 For Lisa she lies on her back blindfolded, wrists bound in silk, arms stretched up over her head, a length of rope, securing her to the headboard. her legs are spread, her knees bent…she breathes… her bedroom glows as the candles burn, the shadows dancing on the walls, the many faces of Marilynn smiling at him. He admires his handy-work, smiling as he silently lifts the switchblade from the array of “toys” that he has arranged at the foot of the bed. she flinches when she hears the click of the blade as it is sprung open, revealing the glimmering, razor-sharp edge and needle pointed tip. her breathing changes, her heart beats faster…her pussy moistening… she feels the tip of the blade, lightly resting on the tender skin between her large, firm, breasts as he begins to tease her. He slowly draws the tip of the blade down…watching her body writhe as the sensuous graze of the knife intensifies her sensory awareness…her sense of touch, threatening overload. Dragging the tip further downward…over her stomach, down to the flesh above her piercing…he smiles. Lightly flicking her clit piercing, he watches her writhe …not yet… Laying the knife aside, he picks up his riding crop. Once again, traversing downward, he drags the leather tip of the crop, stopping at her succulent breasts. she yelps as the crop slaps her left nipple, then her right one…almost disappointed as the crop continues downward…stopping once again at her wet pussy. she yelps again as the crop meets the flesh of her pussy-lips, getting wetter as the sting of the crop threatens to become painful. But just as he had promised, the real pain never comes. He lays the crop down and straddles her writhing body, too turned on at the moment to continue. He leans down and uses his teeth now. Gently biting her neck…chewing lightly and sucking…he then begins to travel downward, yet again, biting her flesh, her nipples, and her fleshy breasts. He cups and lifts each breast and places love bites on the underside of her breasts, loving the feel and texture of her flesh. His cock is harder than it has ever been, threatening to explode. He helps her to turn over, not having any idea that it would be this difficult with her tethered to the headboard. Finally achieving this new position, he has her on her knees, her face in a soft pillow, her arms restrained. He now admires her sexy ass. Knowing how much she enjoys a good spanking, he begins to warm her buttocks with his hand. Spanking each cheek, he watches her cheeks turn a light shade of pink. Stopping the spanking occasionally, he rubs her stinging cheeks, watching again as she writhes, her moans getting loader and turning him on even more. He picks up the crop again, knowing that he is now going to be a bit rougher than ever before. her body naturally straightens as the sting of the crop on her ass-cheek jolts her. A slight scream escapes her lips as he methodically slaps her cheeks with the riding crop. First one cheek, then the other, he is now bringing welts to the surface of her delectable ass. He allows her to lay flat, chuckling as he watches her cheeks clench with every blow. Stopping abruptly, she feels his warm breath on her ass. He begins kissing her ass, rubbing them with his hands as he tries to take away some of the sting. He tenderly licks and kisses her ass until he hears her moaning again. The tender kisses stop and she feels him move away…she wonders what might be next… He stands beside the bed and strokes his hardness. she is so beautiful lying there moaning, a slight sheen of sweat forming on her back, her ass-cheeks almost glowing. Almost ready… He picks up the burning candle from the bedside table, carefully, so not to spill any wax…just yet. Eyeing the height at which the candle is held over her body, he allows a small droplet of the molten wax to spill. He watches as the droplet, almost in slow motion, falls through the air and lands with a small splash on her left ass-cheek. her body jumps back into reality as the burning wax lands on her flesh, then relaxes as she feels the ice cooling the burn. she feels the flesh tighten a bit as the wax dries. The ice is removed and she feels another drop land on her other cheek, followed by the same ice treatment. Then she begins to feel the wax drip a bit more freely and she realizes that the pain is now bearable. she closes her eyes and drifts as the wax begins to travel in rivulets, pooling in the small of her back. He watches, concerned at first, then assured that she is enjoying this unplanned event. He has adjusted the height of the candle and knows that she will not be harmed. He is enthralled as the small pool of wax grows larger. He tilts the candle back upright and places it back on the table. He watches as her relaxed body glistens and the wax slowly dries. He carefully moves back onto the bed and delicately removes the dried wax from her skin. The skin beneath the wax has taken on a new color. Almost as if sunburned, her flesh radiates heat. The wax gone, he takes another cube of ice and rubs it onto her slightly burned flesh. Then, bending down, kisses her abused flesh. Not able to wait anymore, he helps her back up to her knees and presses her upper body down so that her ass is high in the air. Spreading her thighs further apart, he moves his face forward. Smelling her wetness, he buries his face into her open cunt, spearing her depths with pointed tongue, he licks and sucks her moist pussy. her moans fill the air now and both of them are breathing heavily. He moves away and positions himself behind her, placing the tip of his erect cock at the entrance of her wet pussy. Grabbing her ass-flesh, he pushes forward, burying his cock deeply in her, feeling her push her ass back to meet his thrust. He begins fucking her deeply and slowly, loving the feeling of her inner walls gripping his hard cock. Holding on tightly, he fucks her with aggression combined with tenderness, pulling his cock almost all the way out, then sliding deeply back inside...fucking her…making love to her… she feels her pussy contracting around his cock as he makes love to her. She moans deeply as she can feel every vein, every detail of his cock as it plunges, in and out. She is pushing back, her body begging to be filled with his manhood, loving the slight pressure as his cock nudges her cervix. Picking up tempo, he knows he will not last. He whispers to her, “I’m going to cum in your ass, baby.” He withdraws from her pussy and bends down to lick her asshole, forcing his tongue inside, making sure that she is ready. Satisfied, he places the head of his cock at her entrance and pushes, slowly gaining entrance, pausing when her body tenses, rubbing her back until the pain subsides…”Relax baby”… All the way inside her ass, he listens to her moan. Sliding out, then back in, being slow and careful not to hurt her, he fucks her asshole. she feels this penetration and her body tries to reject it, yet, although she never has liked it, she begins to enjoy the tender way in which he fucks her asshole. Now meeting his thrusts, she allows this, enjoys this forceful taking of her ass. she now wants to feel his orgasm. she has never had his cum in her body, (other that when she swallows it), and now is excited that this is happening. “Cum inside me…Please do it baby”, she moans. Hearing her words brings him to the place his body was searching for. He buries his cock all the way inside her, feeling his balls rest on her wet pussy, and his cock explodes. Cum gushing out, drenching her insides. she cums too. Her body racked in the throes of orgasm. Feeling the weight of his body as they now lie, glowing from the pleasure of this experience. Knowing now that this is a first, and that she will want… no… need it again…… ……………(to be continued?) Tied Up This was inspired by your love of rubber, our thoughts of dressing me up and a certain little fantasy of yours that you keep whispering in my ear and always makes me cum!! The attire, incidentally, was mainly leeched from Skin Two! Something Else You'd told me to dress in the clothes that you'd lain on the bed. Everything apart from the stockings and shoes was made from a soft black rubber. I had never worn this before. It clung to me, forming itself over every curve. A tight plunge bra that pushed up my small breasts. A thong that hugged and covered me at the front and rose in a thin line between the cheeks of my ass. The suspender belt hugged me softly at waist and thighs holding black stockings tight against smooth, long legs. The dress was black and short; well above the knee. The upper part would cling to my body, tight against my chest. The skirt was more voluminous...I wondered why. My hair was long with a lot of body. A wig you had bought recently. I had taken time with make-up. I needed to look my best. You came in. The rubber dress hugged your figure. It buttoned down the front, its length blending into the blackness of your thigh-high, high heeled boots. I knelt before you. You pulled my head towards you, enveloping my senses with the smell of the rubber. You unbuttoned the lower part of the dress, slowly. I waited, smelling your sex and longing for it. The tight rubber panties bit into my crotch as my cock strained against them. I ached for you. You pulled aside the sides of the dress, laying them against my shoulders and pulling my face into your wetness. I dared to lick you and heard you gasp, "Yes, eat me." I tasted your juices, sliding my tongue hard against your wet lips and hard clit. I heard you cum. A quick orgasm that I knew you must have been desperate for. I knew you would want more from me and could only anticipate staying on my knees before my Mistress. But you stepped back. I felt cheated but knew better than to raise my eyes and ask for more. I saw your boots move to one side and you sat in an armchair. Comfortable, as though to watch a show. A shadow fell across me and I felt a hand roughly pulling my head forward. My lips slid instantly over a hard cock as it pushed deep into my mouth. However surprised I was I knew that this had been a thought that had crossed your mind many times. Time and again you had made me cum as you described how you wanted to see me fucked. I remembered how you had told me that watching a transvestite suck a guy's cock and having her cock sucked by him had turned you on. You knew how much I became excited by your thoughts, the detail, and by what it did to you. I also knew that you would have to give me no choice - that you would have to force this on me just as you were doing now. As soon as the cock was in my mouth I abandoned myself to its hard warmth. Stretching my mouth around it and licking its warm flesh as it slid slowly back and forth against my lips, my tongue and touching the back of my throat. I was in three places at once; sucking like a slut on this manhood. Watching you as you played with your pussy, watching the movements of your sub, your legs wide apart over the arms of the chair. And, in my mind, I was picturing myself; this strange creature, endowed as a man, looking and acting like a woman yet feeling the urges of a man and the softness of the lady. I reached up, my hand slipping around the heavy balls as I fondled them, caressing them with soft fingers and sharp nails. My other hand reached down, rubbing my clit/cock through the rubber panties. The tightness of the material added to my frustration but also to the excitement. I pushed my hand harder against myself, elated that you were so turned on just by watching me. I was so glad that you had brought us here. So glad that you had allowed the possibility to dissipate the worry. You had needed this; wanted it for so long and I was desperate to make your dream come true. With my eyes closed I abandoned myself to the taste of his precum as I slid my tongue under the hard head of his cock. It felt so different from the dildos that you had forced me to suck before. I ran my tongue and lips along his length, knowing what would feel good to him. I sucked a little harder each time; licked a little more firmly as I explored every inch of him, drawing him closer to orgasm. I felt you behind me; your bare pussy pressing against the back of my head as you leaned down and slipped your hands inside my dress. They squeezed between the tight rubber bra that you had told me to wear and my bare flesh. My nipples ached and your gloved fingers began to tease them - increasing the ache in them and in my clit/cock. I moaned, my mouth full and tight around his manhood. You whispered in my ear, giving instructions as to how I should suck him. Teaching me to be the slut that you needed to see. Your fingers caressed my nipples, squeezed them, pulled on them, your gloved hands divine inspiration as they cupped and fondled my so-feminine breasts. Your pussy pressed harder against me, rubbing against me. I could feel your wetness and knew how turned on you were, watching as your feminised slave tried to fulfil your dreams. You watched my red lips sliding up and down his shaft, seeing the man who had become a slave and then a slut. Seeing the power with which you controlled his every thought. Seeing how you had made an object of beauty and lust from your very dreams. I heard you telling me to make him cum. Heard as you instructed him not to withdraw until he had cum inside me. I heard you telling me how beautiful it was to watch me. How good your slut was. How she was doing such wonderful things for her Mistress. I needed you to be pleased with me...I needed to take him, make him cum inside the slut and whore that you had drawn out of me. I only had one thing in mind; to make him cum and to swallow every drop of manhood, to show you what I would do for you and make you pleased with me. I ached to cum but knew I must not. But your fingers on my body, as you knew, were driving me wild. You knew me so well; knew how to tease me and build the wonderful frustration within me. You also knew how the frustration allowed me to feel so wild, abandoned; that I would do anything for you when you did that to me, A wonderful control that I could never deny or ignore. There was never right or wrong, no good or bad, just the utmost need to deliver anything that you required of me. For a moment the thought crossed my mind that I was being selfish; paying you little attention. I slipped my hand from my panties and moved it backwards to encircle your booted leg. Almost instantly you slapped it away; one hand taken from my breast and pushing mine back inside my dress. I understood then, understood how you wanted to see and feed my excitement. I could do no more for you for the tableau that filled your vision was better than any movie or any brief touch that I could currently give. I let out a tortured moan for your hands had now both been taken from inside my bra. I wanted to feel you rubber-clad fingers there; the soft rubber a wonderful but rarely-felt sensation. But rather than leaving my breasts altogether your hands moulded themselves around the tight bra cups that covered my tits. They squeezed and caressed - my Mistress urging her slut to fill her hands with her feminine breasts. I pushed my chest forward, wanting you to squeeze, to caress, to demand too much and to hurt me. In my mind I was aching for pain and punishment for my blatant wanton-ness but also desperate for your soft touches and caresses. My hard nipples pushed into your hands but met only the soft rubber. The rubber seemed to caress them, entice them, seemed to take their shape and engulf them in its softness. I knew that you had known this and that you had moulded the bra cups around my tits so that I could feel it in the way that you did. I heard moaning, loud and abandoned - a desperate sound that begged for fulfilment. It was me; a wanton slut with a hard and aching clit, aching nipples and a wet, open, unfilled pussy. Whether my sounds had spurred him on, or my sucking, your orders...I didn't know. His cock seemed to harden even more, filling and stretching my mouth and pushing harder as though he were trying to force himself down my throat. I remembered what you had said and tried to relax my throat, allowing him to push as far as he could, giving his cock the wet, tight warmth that it needed. He came; his cock throbbed and pulsed, his thick cum filling my mouth and throat. I heard him moan and heard you telling me to take it, to swallow it, to show you what a good girl I could be and how good my virgin mouth could be for him. I didn't count how many times his cock jerked and I felt his cum hit the back of my throat, its salty wetness filling every space left in my mouth. Even if I had wanted to I had no choice. There was nowhere else for it to go. I swallowed, feeling it ooze down my throat and into my stomach. Even if I had wanted to...but I didn't want to; I licked and sucked, desperate for the taste and feel of the sticky fluid. Desperate to show you how I could suck cock for you. You stroked my breasts and kissed my hair, telling me how good I had been...telling me how good it was for you too. He withdrew from my mouth and I knelt there, my head bowed as my tongue traced slowly over my lips, savouring the last of his cum. You moved around in front of me, kissing me, sharing his taste. I pressed closer to you, needing your warmth, touch and love. Lover to lover. Woman to woman. Slave to Mistress. Man to woman. You held me yet never stopped touching me, caressing me, telling me how excited you felt, telling me how wet your pussy was. Your body pressed against mine and I felt like a baby, like a little girl, taking instruction, needing to be shown, needing guidance and needing to please. Slowly you slide your hands up my body, taking the dress with it. I raise my arms as you slide it over my head, your fingers sliding deliberately over my hard nipples as you do so. I'm sad for the dress felt so good but I know that you want to see more of me and what Mistress wants... you lay me down on my back, talking to me all the time, telling me how excited you were at watching me. You tell me how I must use my mouth on you the way that I did on him...to suck and lick you, to make you cum. You tell me how you need to cum over my face, to see the wetness on my lips and how you need to use my mouth to pleasure your pussy. You stand over me, your feet either side of my head. You unbutton your dress but don't take it off. I gaze up the long length of my Mistresses' boots and legs, seeing your stockings rise above the tops of your boots. Your stockings are attached to a rubber corset; it holds your figure and pushes up your breasts. I look, excited by Mistresses' body, by the way she looks, her dominance and her sexuality. Below the corset your pussy is naked and I can see the drops of your juices that are clinging to its lips. Every part of me is aching...my mind and body. I long to look at you, feel you and taste you. I want so much for you to use me, but know that I also need to be held by you, enveloped in your arms and close and safe to your body. You look at me, aware of how I always react to you, savouring my frustration and taking pleasure in the knowledge of it and in your power to create it. You look at my body; the smooth, hairless skin, the small breasts in their rubber bra whose smooth contours are only changed by the hard nipples beneath. The stockings lying smooth over long, smooth legs. The panties that look so feminine yet barely hide your slave's masculinity. Your gaze moves up my body and rests on my face, watching both him and her in my eyes. Your control is complete and yet so is your abandonment. Slowly you kneel over my face. You watch as your pussy descends slowly towards my lips. Unhurriedly you let it brush my mouth and I feel you shiver as my tongue slides gently along it. I taste you. Warm and sweet, a nectar that I can never get enough of and which seems to be like drug...too long without it and I crave it. You rest your weight upon my face, your pussy opening wide as it pushes against me. Opening itself to me I slide my tongue firmly inside you, my mouth wide open as I let air and your juices run into my mouth. My tongue slowly fucks your pussy; a gentle, firmness that caresses and excites. There is no hurry for I need to fulfil the satisfaction that you demand. I feel like a prisoner, trapped beneath you which only increases my own excitement. By the shift in your weigh I know that your hands are caressing your breasts. Selfishly I want your soft rubber-covered fingers on my own but know that you need this too. I stretch to reach your clit and suck it into my mouth, so gently, licking the sensitive hardness with slow, teasing strokes. You push harder down on me, craving your orgasm from my face. My eyes are closed as I suck your clit, lick your pussy lips and walls and drink on your ever-flowing juices. I try not to rush you, craving for you the sensual satisfaction that I want to give. Knowing that often you need to cum quickly and many times. This time, though, I want to make it last for you; not to tease but to show you just how good my tongue can be to your pussy. I want you to need me to do this, to fulfil every desire, to be the best pussy-licking slut you could ever had. I need to belong. I push my face hard against your pussy. In my mind I want you to know that I want you to be brutal, unforgiving. That I need you to take this from me...that I don't want the choice. You push your wet sex hard against my face, smothering mouth and nose and cheeks with your juices and wet flesh. I love to be there in the knowledge that you need me to do this and I need for you to demand it of me. I lick you, my tongue deep inside. Sucking your clit and licking slowly, quickly, against your clit and inside the walls of your tight pussy. Suddenly you pull away, the wetness of your pussy replaced by the dry tightness of your beautiful asshole. God, I would go on my knees and worship your ass, remembering the times that I have kissed it and fondled it. Times that we'll share again but, for now, you need something more from me. "Yes. Lick me, slut." I hear you moan at me, your voice filled with need and lust. At last I feel that you are abandoning yourself to what you want and feel so happy that you can do this, safe in the knowledge that the infliction of your desires on me are the fulfilment of my own. I lick you, my stiff, wet tongue pushing hard inside your tight tunnel. The taste is different from that of your pussy, un-laden from the nectar that your pussy provides, yet there is something more wicked, more demeaning, more subservient and outrageously sexual about licking your ass. You turn yourself around, now facing down my body but still pushing your ass into my face. I grab your hips, urging you to push down against me and you do. My senses are reeling, a sensual, sexual heaven which I have previously only encountered when I had been in control. Now you demand that I lick you, to taste you, to tongue-fuck your ass, to be the slave and slut that I should be. I know that my clit/cock is hard, harder than I feel it had ever been, excited by cock and pussy and ass. I hope that it is not too blatant for I want you to see the slut that you like to see and not just the guy dressed effeminately. I hear you moan, your fingers playing gently with your clit as I worship your ass. Your other hand moves to rest on my clit/cock, playing with it, feeling its excitement but not allowing it to become too excited and cum. I moan, wanting you never to take me away from here. The slut has found her place in life and she loves it. So often I have wanted you to need me to serve you, to allow me to lick you and show you how well I can serve. Now, I think, you understand as I push my tongue as hard as I can to pleasure my Mistress, my Goddess. Such a beautiful ass...you push it harder onto my searching tongue and I show my gratitude by pleasuring your tight, tight hole. Suddenly you are cumming. An orgasm wrenched from you by the fingers against your clit and the tongue in your ass. I feel your juices as they dribble over my chin. Satiated for the moment you turn and, smiling, you wipe your soaking wet pussy over my face. I lick you...a thank you...you smile at me and bend to kiss me, licking your own wetness from my face. You help me to my feet and kiss the flesh of my breasts that is pushed up by the bra. I love your kisses there and can only imagine you sucking on the hard nipples that tingle underneath the soft rubber. Your mouth trails over the bra, nipping each nipple in turn and I moan softly. Yours hands slide down either side of my waist and draw the panties down. I want to keep them on, to look pretty and un-masculine for you but you have other ideas. Your hand brushes over my hard clit/cock and then, taking me by the hand you lead me into the bedroom. At the bed you fasten my hands to the iron headboard with leather cuffs. I feel vulnerable yet so sexual. I ache to cum but hope that you will make me wait. I need to cum yet want to do so only when it is your desire. You step away and I hear a click and a soft, continuous whirring sound. You have turned on the video camera as it sits on its tripod. I hear you behind me, getting on the bed and then realise that you are beside me...there must be someone else here. I freeze, concerned, but then you place pillows under me and you rest your head on them. I feel your breath close to my chest. And you raise your hands to my breasts. Your fingers squeeze the flesh beneath the soft rubber and I push downwards, urging your hands to play with the breasts that you too love to play with. "Please." I beg you, "Please play with them." You smile, understanding the need and you reach around to unclip the bra. It falls away and your fingers reach up to gently caress the taut, red buds that are begging for your touch. I feel hands on my hips. I know that I am about to be fucked but have no idea whether by a strap-on, dildo or a real cock. I feel the warmth of flesh against mine. It pushes against my pussy. I tighten myself, not to resist but to make my invader push hard against my hole. He does. His cock has been lubed and I feel the slipperiness against me. Suddenly I relax and the cock pushing against me slides deep inside me. There is no pain; I have had things inside me before, but there is a feeling of being stretched and filled. Your fingers squeeze harder on my nipples and I groan, pushing backwards onto the hard, warm flesh that is ravaging my cunt. I stretch my legs farther apart, my tits are on fire with your caresses as you play alternately gently and then harshly with my them. My clit aches, desperate to be made to cum as the hard cock pushes into me, draws out and then plunges back into my pussy. I hear screaming; it is me, begging him not to stop, to fuck me, to take my virgin cunt and use it like a slut's. Your hand slips down to my clit/cock, teasing it gently and playing with the dribbles of precum that ooze from its tip. I feel myself fucking him, tightening my cunt around his cock. I try and picture the thick rod of flesh as its warm, veined skin and hardness penetrate me. My cunt stretches and then tightens as he pushes in and then pulls out again. Every time he pulls out I only want him back in there again, to feel his balls slap against my ass, to feel the thick crop of his pubic hair folding against my flesh. You have moved down the bed and I feel your mouth enveloping the hardness of my clit/cock. Your fingers still play with my girlish tits. My hands grip the headboard and I beg you to make me cum. But you don't allow me that yet...my body and mind are in an agony of lust, a desperation that can only be relieved by my orgasm but, suddenly, I feel his cock swell inside me. I push back against him once more, shouting at him to cum inside me, begging him to. I tighten my pussy around his hardness and I hear him moan as his cock shoots spurt after spurt of hot spunk deep inside my hole. The feeling is so good, a warmth that spreads through me, a lust finally satiated. For a minute he stays there, his hands resting on my hips and his cock sliding slowly inside my now cum-soaked hole until I feel him pull out. My pussy feels as though it is gaping wide and I can feel the cum oozing from it. You wanted a slut and I hope that you could not have been any more pleased with the way that she has been for you. Tied Up You take your mouth away from my cock and I moan softly, wanting to cum for you, but you have, I guess, other thoughts. Kneeling beside me you slide a finger into my wet pussy and then draw it out, dripping with cum. You slide it between my lips and I suck it clean, thanking you for allowing me to be fucked and for allowing me to taste his cum. You smile at me in the knowledge that your fantasy has been fulfilled as much as mine. The slut inside me had fantasised so much about being fucked, taken and used. The Mistress in you had dreamed of seeing it happen, watching your sub become a slut and your slut to beg to be penetrated by a hard, thick cock. You undo the cuffs at my wrist and tell me to close my eyes. When I am told to open them again you are lying on the bed on your back. You are wearing the rubber corset, stockings, suspenders and boots and a thick, black strap on. "Fuck it!" You command. I straddle the enormous dildo and slide my cum-filled pussy onto it. You tell me to tell you what I feel and I tell you how it is so good to have a cock inside me; his cock in my mouth, another in my pussy and now my Mistresses' strap-on inside me. I tell you how I love to be your slut, your girl, your sub, your slave, your boy and your lover. I look at your body, drinking in every contour. The rubber encasing your beautiful breasts, waist and hips. I bend over to kiss your cleavage, working the rubber down so that I can suckle on your hard nipples. I suck them, bite them, lick them, eager to make you cum too as the strap-on pushes against your clit as I fuck your cock. You watch me, feel me, telling me how good I am, demanding that I show you how I can fuck like a girl. Your hands reach up, squeezing on my tender, sensitive nipples and you look at me...looking deep into my eyes and tell me to cum with you. I can see it rising inside you, a deep, wonderful orgasm created from the experiences we have shared...I can hold back no longer and I gasp as again and again the cum shoots from my clit/cock over your body, your corset, your breasts. Yours hits you at the same time, making you shake and grip my tits even more tightly. I collapse against your shoulder, exhausted, my pussy wet and enslaved on your cock, my nipples prisoners of your fingers with my cum, warm and sticky between us. There is one last thing you require. With a smile in your eyes and on your face you tell me to lick up the cum that covers your corset. I bend my head to the task, tasting its strong, salty taste. You raise my head and kiss me...sharing everything. Tied Up This is a CLUE, for those of you without one. The overwhelming majority of Loving Wives stories are about wives having sex with someone who is not their husband. This is one of those stories. Now that you know, if you don't like this genre, don't read it. The girls were both spending the night with friends, giving us free reign of the house, and freedom to sexually play. After going through a bottle and a half of champagne, and watching a porno movie, we retired to the bedroom. After some passionate foreplay we were both naked and we decided that I should tie her to the bed. First, I tied her face down, with a pillow under her hips. I began massaging her shoulders, slowly working my way down her back. After some brief rubs on her ass, I shifted to her feet, and worked my way back up to her ass. Because she knew me so well, when I rubbed the insides of her thighs, she spread her legs even more than she had to because of the ties. As I got closer and closer to her cunt, she began to get wet. Without touching her cunt, I shifted back to her ass, and she really began to become turned on. With my knees between her legs, I moved back to her shoulders, and when my cock brushed her cunt, she shifted to try to get it inside. But teasing her, I moved away. After rubbing her shoulders for a short time, I untied her, turned her over onto her back, and retied her to the bed. Starting with her feet, I again worked my way back up, coming close to, but not touching, both her cunt and her breasts. I then asked if I could blindfold her. She had some hesitation, but knowing she could trust me, she consented. With her eyes covered, she was able to concentrate that much more on the pleasurable feelings my hands were giving her. Now I began rubbing her tits, but avoiding the nipples. I rubbed the inside of her thighs, just brushing against her pubic hair, but merely teasing her cunt. I moved back up to her tits, and briefly palmed both nipples. With the blindfold on, the sensation was terrific, but I abruptly stopped, and got off the bed. She couldn't see me, but I was just standing over the bed, watching her, knowing it was teasing, and played with my cock. Getting back on the bed, I continued the teasing, until she was begging me to touch her, to fuck her, to let her suck my cock. But I just kept teasing. Suddenly, I jabbed a finger into her cunt. By now, the feelings were so intense, not only was she soaking wet, but she was almost ready to come when I just as quickly pulled my finger out, and got off the bed again. She begged to have it back, to be fucked, anything to get her off. While letting her cool off, I slipped out of the room. She sensed I was gone, but she wasn't sure. She tried to talk to me to see if I was there, but all evening I hadn't been answering her, so she still wasn't sure. She thought she might have even heard me in the kitchen, talking to someone, but since we were alone, she thought that if she was right and I was talking, it must have been to the dog. Coming back into the room, I once again joined her on the bed, continuing the teasing, working her to a fever pitch. After awhile, she heard the dog bark, and she panicked, thinking someone was home. I told her I would check, and leaving her tied and blindfolded against her objections, I left her on the bed and closed the door. When I returned, she wanted to know what was going on, who was home. I told her no one was home, it was just the dog. Without getting on the bed, I began to massage one nipple, while she started to relax, and slowly get turned on again. After a short time, she felt a hand on the other nipple -- she wasn't sure how I was reaching the other side, and she was trying to tell for sure if it was really my hand. Since she was still blindfolded, she began to fantasize that there was another person there, and she became more turned on. The massage continued, now gripping her nipples tighter, gently pinching and twisting, harder until she finally came for the first time. It was good, but she needed a cock inside her. When she felt my hand begin to rub her pubic hair, she was shocked, and a little frightened, because there was still a hand on each breast. Now she knew that someone else was there. But who? Another man or another woman? But she'd had enough to drink, was turned on enough and the caresses felt good enough, that she just went with the feeling. Besides, anything that happened wasn't really her fault, since she was helpless to resist -- tied up and blindfolded. She wanted to tell me that enough was enough, and to let her up, but she didn't want the good feelings to stop. With two hands still on her tits, she began to feel two hands playing with her clit and her cunt lips. Now the feelings were really exciting her -- she was the center of attention, and she still didn't know who else was there, or even the sex of the other person. Was there even more than one unknown person in the room? She didn't think so, but she couldn't tell, she could just feel four gentle hands on her. The thought of being totally exposed to a stranger, naked, with her legs tied wide open really got her excited. And the thought of a stranger touching her, fondling her, and whatever else was to happen made her come again from the sheer excitement of the situation. The hands on her tits were replaced by two mouths on them. Still, there were two hands teasing her cunt. First one, then another finger slipped into her cunt. By the way they were moving, she knew that the fingers belonged to two different people, and between them and the mouths on her tits, she had a terrific orgasm. After she came, both hands slowly left her cunt, and the mouths left her tits. Any fear she might have initially felt was replaced by desire -- she had just come, and now she was again alone on the bed, no one touching her, and she wanted more. She asked for someone to please fuck her. She felt someone's knees on the bed near her head, and her mouth searched for the cock she knew was someone near. A hand held her forehead still, while a cock teased around her face. Finally, it got to her lips, and as it brushed her lips, she opened her mouth to take it in. It felt and tasted like my cock, but she was no longer sure of anything. And, at this point, she didn't care, she was finally getting some cock, somewhere. Suddenly, the cock pulled out of her mouth, and the person got off the bed. She was again alone, and she didn't like it -- she wanted sex, any kind, and NOW! Finally, she felt someone kneeling between her legs, and she knew she was at last going to get fucked. Someone took a cock, and rubbed it around her clit and her cunt lips. The hell with this teasing, she wanted to be fucked, and she pushed her hips towards the cock. Leaning over her, whoever was on the bed with her shoved his whole cock into her dripping wet cunt, all the way in with one push. She'd been waiting so long, and was by now so turned on with the situation of a stranger in the room (someone she knew? a total stranger?) that she came around that cock on that first push. After she calmed down a little, that cock began to fuck her, and it felt so damn good. Was it my cock? It felt like it, but after coming, she really couldn't tell, and she didn't care. In fact, she hoped it wasn't my cock -- that someone else was fucking her, and I was standing by the bed playing with myself while watching her get fucked. Getting into it, she was beginning to climb to another orgasm when the cock was suddenly withdrawn. She felt the person between her legs get up, and someone getting between her legs again. Was it the same person, or the other one? Or was there more than two there? No one was saying anything, and she was still not sure. She didn't think I'd bring in more than one person, but then she didn't think I'd even do that. Suddenly, she felt a mouth on her cunt. After all the times I've gone down on her, because of the touch, the moves the tongue was making, the way this person was eating her, she just knew it isn't me. After too short a time, the mouth moved away, and she could feel the person on the bed shifting. Again she felt a cock rubbing her cunt, and because of the oral sex she had just had, she was sure it wasn't me, and right now, she wanted that strange cock more than anything she'd ever wanted. Slowly that cock began to ease into her cunt. Now, she knew for sure it wasn't me, because she could tell this cock was obviously bigger than mine. And she knew that it wasn't just her dildo, because not only did she already know that there was another man there, but she could feel his weight on her pubic area. Not only was she incredibly turned on, but now she knew that I was watching, and being sure that I was playing with myself seeing that big cock going into her, she was determined to enjoy it and give me a good show. But, as that cock went deeper into her, thoughts of entertaining me left as she became even more turned on, and really began to enjoy that cock just for herself. Before he could even get all of that cock into her, she came again. Once her cunt opened all the way to accommodate him, he began to fuck her in earnest. She tried to lift her legs to take that cock in even deeper, but they were still tied down. Since she couldn't move, and couldn't see, her entire being was focused on that big cock slamming into her cunt. She was distracted by feeling knees on the bed by her head again, and then a cock rubbing her face. She knew I wanted to put my cock into her mouth, but she turned her head away, not wanting anything to take away from the feelings in her cunt. Taking the hint, she felt me leave the bed. Once again able to concentrate solely on that big cock, she came again, and as she did, he stopped pumping into her. She didn't think he had come, and she wanted more, she wanted to make this stranger come as he had made her come. As she began to calm from her orgasm, he slowly pulled out of her. She was frantic -- she felt empty, and she wanted that cock back. Then, she felt one of her hands being untied, and then retied on the other side of the bed. Then, one leg was also moved, leaving her on her side, with both hands and both legs tied to one side of the bed. Then, the hands started moving her over, and she realized we wanted her on her stomach. With her cooperation, her hand and leg that hadn't yet been moved were now switched, and she became tied again, spread-eagled on her stomach. She felt hands all over her back, her legs, her ass. She began raising her hips, inviting that big cock to fuck her again. Then, she felt someone lie down next to her, and begin trying to slip under her. Hoping it was the guy with the big cock, she lifted up as best she could, and allowed whoever it was to get fully under her. She felt a hand spreading her cunt lips, and then the head of a cock pressing her. As his cock went back into her, she was relieved and thrilled to feel that it was the guy with the big cock, and even more turned on knowing that it was me that opened her cunt for another cock to penetrate her -- that I had obviously been right up close to her cunt, feeding it that big cock, smelling her juices. Then, she felt me getting between her legs, and she figured out what I was going to do when I began to rub her ass. But, she didn't want me, she only wanted him, and she tightened her ass to show rejection. Feeling this, the guy with the big cock stopped fucking her, with his cock almost all the way out. She could feel my hands rubbing her cunt lips, gathering her juice on them. And she felt me lean over, and rub her ass with my cock. She still didn't want it, but as he slowly sank his cock back into her cunt, she felt my cock enter her ass, and she relaxed around it. Slowly, ever so slowly, the two cocks began to fuck her. Now, my cock felt good in her ass, especially with that big cock slowly fucking her cunt. As both cocks were deep inside her, she realized that she had never felt so full, nor so fulfilled. As the cocks fucked faster and faster, she came again, before either he or I did. Finally, he buried his cock all the way inside her, and she could feel him coming deep inside. As I felt his cock pulsing in her, I too knew that he was coming, and I came inside her ass, and she, feeling both of us coming, had a crashing orgasm. As both cocks began to soften, she felt mine leave her ass, and then his leave her cunt. She could feel come running down her ass, and a huge amount dripping out of her cunt. As the other guy slid out from beneath her, she wondered what would come next. Both of us got off the bed, and she was waiting with anticipation -- she was getting sore, but she was ready to be fucked again and again. In the distance, she heard a door open, and then close again. She hoped that her new friend didn't leave because his cock felt so good, but she thought he might have when she heard the water running in the bathroom. Then, she knew he did when I untied her and removed her blindfold, and she saw that we were alone, and that I'd washed my cock, and it was still hard. As I then fucked her sopping cunt, she wanted to know who the other guy was, but I wouldn't tell her. We were both turned on to feel my cock, as small as it felt after her cunt was stretched out by that bigger cock, plowing into all the come that the other cock left in her cunt. As she felt me coming again, she had a last small orgasm, but after what she'd been through, my cock just didn't light fireworks. She still wanted to know who fucked her, but I still wouldn't tell her. I just told her that it was someone handsome, someone discreet, someone we could trust with safe sex. She wanted to at least know if it was someone she knew, so that she'd know to be embarrassed if she saw him, or even arrange some other liaisons, since I'd let him fuck her once, but I wouldn't tell her. From then on, whenever she saw someone that was a likely candidate, she wondered if he was the one, and she got slightly embarrassed, but she would always also get wet remembering his big cock. Phil Aeschio Tied Up? The subject line of the email read: "tied up tonight?" Inside was a gif file of a woman, hands secured above her head, being made to spin while being slapped by another woman. This looked like an invitation to me, but the last time I had petitioned for playtime I had been informed that unless I was going to be with a woman and he could watch, he was not interested. The time previous -- he had sent me explicit email -- he said it was just the sharing of porn, nothing more. When I called to ask of his intentions he said he was, indeed, inviting himself over if I was available. I reminded him that I had not been tied up since he used the shirt he ripped off me one night a some years ago; he had otherwise always restrained me easily with just his body. We agreed to meet at 9:30 after I returned home from a meeting. I could see his truck there in the public parking as I pulled into my favorite spot along my building. He got out and rolled a cigarette while I took my time to put up the windows and lock the doors getting out of my car. I barely noticed that he had reached for a bag as he locked his truck and strode across the lot to walk me in. We exchanged pleasantries and tidbits of gossip through the lobby and halls. As I reached for the key to unlock my door, I suddenly noticed what looked like the handle of a flyswatter sticking out of a bag from the hardware store in his grasp. I had not asked him to repair anything on this visit and could think of only one reason he would bring a flyswatter! "Never you mind," he said when I asked what the bag was for. "You'll see" was the answer to what's in there. I turned to look into his face as he backed up to secure the door behind him. He had a grin that both intrigued and excited me. In our many years of random connections he had never brought props ... He sat in a chair and watched me sit on the bed with my legs folded under me. We chatted for a couple minutes before he said he had come right from work and required a shower. Watching him undress, I realized I did had not seen where he had set the bag and asked again what was in it. "Gifts," he said this time, reaching to where he had stashed it behind him, behind the closet door and took it into the hall toward the bathroom. "Maybe not at first," was his answer to, "Will I like it?" as he took the clean towel from me and closed the bathroom door, leaving me to decide whether I was more anxious or excited to see what he was planning. He emerged wet, clean, wrapped in the towel at the waist, and peering into the bag. He looked at me with a smirk that I know to mean "just you wait'. "Sit there," he directed, pointing to the chair he had occupied a few minutes earlier. I could see the gears churning in his mind as he measured and cut lengths of rope, keeping an eye on me with that grin. Then, he ran the longest one under my bed. My excitement and anxiety increased, knowing what was coming and still not knowing what remained in that plastic store sack. His voice was quiet and still very demanding: "The lighting needs to be more subdued." I turned on the curtain of tiny blue bulbs and switched off the bright overhead. I complied when he told me it was time to get undressed and climb onto the bed as he seated himself watching me, still wearing the towel at his waist. He pushed me from my seated position, climbed top of me dropping the towel, and straddled me. He folded my arms over my chest and bound them together at the wrists. As he did this, he assured me that he does know the meaning of "stop" and "no". I thought about telling him I had never needed to use those words with him. Not knowing what else he had hidden within his reach, I simply stated that I trusted him on that. As he positioned my arms over my head and tethered my bound wrists to the rope he had put there earlier, he licked at my mouth then used his chin to push my head to one side. He moved down between my legs and positioned them, then pushed two fingers into me, making me squirm. "Why is this I wonder?" he said as he pulled them out, rubbing the moistness between finger and thumb and then wiped them off in my mouth, pushing my head back to the side again. He teased me lightly up and down my legs before securing my ankles and one knee so that I was spread where he wanted me. He poked at me with his fingers and wiped my juices from them into my mouth, again turning my head to the side. The next time I looked up to watch him, he took a cloth belt from my closet and wrapped it securely about my head, covering my eyes. He moved down on the bed again, rubbing the knee that had not been secured saying: "I don't want to see this lift up or you'll get punished." He illustrated with a couple quick smacks to my thigh. I was told that I must not scream or get loud as he rattled the bag. I could not see his face, but imagined he had a devilish grin there. He sucked at my nipples delightfully, handling my breast roughly with his hand. I squirmed with the combination of pain and delight when he quickly clipped what I knew must be clothespins on the sensitive flesh while still very gently licking at the erect nipple. Clips were added on both breasts in this fashion a few at a time, alternating with a hand brushing my pussy. I wriggled under the ropes, trying to keep my squeals quiet. He gently rubbed my arms. "You're in good shape," he said, having only found purchase for one clip under each arm. I yelped when he found a spot near my knee to snap a pesky clip. This was followed by a reminder to be quiet and several hard, quick swats on my belly. I bit my lip to keep my mouth shut and my cries of thoroughly mixed pain and pleasure as quiet as I could while he pulled at my furry mound and teased my inner lips, snapping clips as he went. Squirming did not help to avoid the pinches or in seeking pleasure, but only elevated my desire. I was barely able to be quiet while he swatted me in numerous places with varying force. He stopped only to tease at the pins, rattling them together and making the pinched flesh burn deliciously. My cries turned to moans when he suddenly stopped swatting and ever so gently licked at my exposed nipples and teased fingers into my arching abyss, again bringing this to my mouth to be licked off. The excruciating delight intensified as he removed the clips from one breast, rubbing gently, then almost delicately swatting at the tender skin. He moved to the other breast to repeat the wonderful torment. I was reminded not to be loud before a series of brisk, electrifying swats. When I failed to be quiet, he said, "Do you like that better?" as I felt the bite of a close pin snapped sharply onto a nipple and pulled taught. I only moaned in answer as he removed the clip and soothed me with his warm mouth. I tried to shift my pelvis to meet his hands as the fire was stoked with a quick massage and a few tender swats after the last of the last clips were removed from around the entrance to my slit. Again I struggled to be quiet as he roughly handled my pussy, cramming me with fingers and punishing my clitoris with his thumb. I twisted and writhed as much as the restraints allowed, grinding and craving more. I was conscious of keeping my unrestricted knee pressed to the bed as the intoxicating waves pulsated through my core. "Can you taste yourself?" he asked as I licked at his fingers when he put them into my mouth this time. He repeated the question until I answered, "Yes, I can." He brought his organ up to my face, tapping at my lips and cheeks while he unfastened the blindfold and lifted it away. The tether was removed so I had partial use of my bound hands to pull him into my mouth for a moment before he turned to undo the binds at the foot of the bed. He pulled my feet up to his neck, teasing at me with his rod while he removed the last knots and discarded the ropes onto the floor. As he moved up, I took him in and wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft, stroking a few times before pushing back the sheath to tease sweet drops of goo from the tip. I nibbled at the tufted sacks and drank in the length of him again before he moved to mount fill me. I thrust up my rising heat as he rode me to another succulent peak, his mouth muffling my shrieks. In one smooth motion, he wrapped his arm around my waist to flip me over as he swung himself around behind me, lifting my ass in the air as my chest flopped onto the bed. He grabbed his shaft and slid the tip up and down my exposed underside until I was bucking to be entered. He rammed into me while I rocked from side to side, my hands against the wall to push back at him. His balls slapped at my exposed little nodule while he hammered me full with his growing urgency. After we convulsed and rode out the waves, he asked, "Are we still friends?" In answer, I pushed back onto him feeling the after shocks pulse between our spent bodies. We sprawled out on the bed, still somewhat entwined, to rest and enjoy the afterglow. He left the tangled lengths of rope, the flyswatter, and a couple dozen wooden clothespins strewn about the floor as he got dressed to head home. A while later, when I told Wolf that I had been tied up, he laughed and said I should leave the rope under the bed, tuck it in out of sight. When I finally got around to cleaning up, I decided to burn the ends of the ropes to keep them from fraying before I pushed the loops under the bed and put the lose lengths into a box. After all, I might someday wish to tie someone up ... Tied Up "Love, we have dinner reservations at 7:30 and the movie starts at 9:45." "Ok, give me ten minutes." I went in to see what she was wearing and wanted to help her out. "Love, I've got a lovely dress for you to wear, and I have something for you. Take your clothes off." "What are you up to," she asked me with a smile. "I plan on giving you a night you will always remember. Rules are, I'm in charge. I want to make you cum over and over tonight and I want to fill you with my cum until your pussy is leaking it out love. What do you think love?" "Looks like I'm in for the night of my life." "Ok, I want you to wear this dress with no panties on. And, I'm going to put this bullet in your pussy and we are going to put this in your beautiful ass. And love, I will be holding the remote controls. By the time we get home, you will be dripping with your cum." "Wow! You've been busy." "I've been looking forward to this for a while now love. Here, let me help you get dressed." I took her clothes off and laid her on the bed. "Spread your legs love." He looks at her pussy and gently caresses her thighs, "You have got the most amazingly beautiful pussy." I kissed it and sucked on it to make it nice and wet and slipped the bullet inside of her. "I'm going to lube you up nice here love and put this in your ass." As I made her ass slippery, I put one finger in her ass and then two. As I was doing this, I turned her bullet on low. I put the anal plug inside of her. "That's it love, suck it right in." I put both on vibrate just to see her reaction. She wiggled her hips and I knew this was going to be a night to remember. I already had pre-cum dripping off my cock. I turned them off, "Ok, put your dress on." As we were driving to the restaurant, I made her pussy vibrate a couple of times, just to keep her on edge. "How are you doing love?" "How do you think I'm doing, love?" She mimicks with a slight sneer. I had to smirk because this was going to be so much fun. As we pulled up to the restaurant, I reached over to feel her pussy, which was nice and slick. I put my fingers in my mouth, her pussy always tastes so divinely delicious. "You aren't going to torture me too much at dinner, are you?" "Of course not love. But I promise you, you will enjoy it all." I had reserved a table that was off on the side with dim lighting. We ordered a glass of wine and after our wine came I turned both the vibrators on. She instantly closed her eyes and I could see her shaking. "You cannot let anyone see you love. If you do, I will make them go higher." She gave me a smile that told me she was going to get me for this later but I knew she would forgive me very quickly. I turned them off for a bit and let her calm down. Just thinking of her wet pussy was making me harder and again, I had pre-cum coating my cock. Through our casual conversation and dinner, I turned them on frequently, one at a time and then both. "Reach down love and play with your pussy." "Are you crazy, people will see me?" "That's what's so intoxicating about it love. Just do it slowly and just for a bit, I want to taste you." She looked around and thanks to the dim lighting, no one could really see us. "Love, if you don't, I will turn both up to the max." I knew she was going to kill me for this also but it was turning me on big time. She slowly reached down, put her right hand under her dress and between her legs. "I am so wet." "I bet you are love. Now, slowly caress yourself." She closed her eyes and I could tell she was enjoying this just as much as I was. She was rubbing her pussy and I could hear how wet she was. I let her go for just a bit longer or she would be cumming. "Now stop love and put your fingers in my mouth." I could see the haze in her eyes as she reached over and put her fingers in my mouth. Her pussy juices were all over her fingers and I licked them all off, and was looking in her eyes the whole time. It felt like we were the only ones in the restaurant. "That's the best dessert I've ever had love." "Do we have to go to the movie?" "Oh yes, our fun has just begun," as I smiled at her. When we got in the car, I laid her seat back and spread her legs. I put my mouth close to her pussy and just blew on it softly. I put my tongue on her lips just to tease her. Her hips were bucking towards me and I grabbed her clit and sucked. It didn't take long at all for her to have an orgasm, I planned on her having several tonight. I wanted her juices dripping all over her pussy, her ass and all over her thighs. I put her seat back up and drove to the theater. While we were watching the movie, I had both vibrating off and on and she must have cum at least ten times. Seeing her squirming in her seat, knowing she had no panties on was driving me over board, it was hard for me not to fuck her right there. I reached over and put my hands on her pussy and stroked her. I turned her bullet up and told her to keep quiet as I stroked her very wet pussy and felt her juices flowing all over my hand. When we got in our car after the movie, I had to put my mouth on her and just taste her, I can't get enough of her ever. I licked her lips just to get a nice taste then we drove home. When we got home, I took them out of her and she went to the restroom to freshen up. "Would you let me tie you up love?" I thought about it for like a millisecond and answered right away, "No, I wouldn't mind.". The thought of not being able to stop him when I couldn't take it was an intoxicating feeling. I trusted him 100%, so why not? He brought out four long strips of cloth, apparently he knew I would say yes. He waved his hand Royally like for me to lay on the bed. He very carefully tied my hands and I had plenty of room to move. He tied the other two near them and I asked him why he had four. He told me I would see. He leaned over me, sucking on my breasts and playfully nipping at my nipples which made them peak nice and hard. He gives me that sexy, cocky smile and he spread my legs apart and touches my pussy, which had juices all over. "Like satin," he says quietly to himself. His lips caress my lips and his tongue licks me all over. Then he spreads my lips apart and does one of the things he does best, eat my pussy. He is slowly but ever so efficiently licking all over and as he puts a finger inside, he grabs my clit with his mouth and sucks hard. Two fingers go in and he moves them in and out faster. As I am moving my hips in rhythm with him three fingers go in and he sucks even hard and I flex my hips higher to get his face deeper into my pussy and scream that I am going to cum. My juices flow out and his fingers work their magic and make it come faster. As I calm down, his mouth laps up my juices, his tongue enters my pussy; he spreads my pussy open and his tongue goes as far as it can go. My hips once again flex to his face begging for more. As his tongue is inside of me, his fingers find my clit and rub it harder and faster and I cum again on his tongue in his mouth, not a drop fell. I told him I wanted his cock inside of me but he gently reminded me he is not to be rushed. He loves to eat my pussy andhe just licks and sucks on the juices all over me. Then he reaches over me and grabs one of the other strips of cloth, takes my foot and ties it, same with the other. He was able to get my legs spread far and back. He asked if it was too uncomfortable and all I could do was shake my head no. His beautiful cock was so hard and I could see pre-cum glistening off the head. He comes between my legs and enters me swiftly which made me gasp. His cock isn't just beautiful, it's huge. He fucks me so hard and fast, not slowing down and I told him I'm going to cum again which makes him go faster. Him slamming his cock against my pussy and me being so wet, the slushing sound was so intoxicating and I was cumming on his cock again, yelling with ecstasy. As I am cumming, he clenches as he fills my pussy with his sweet cum. His gentle strokes inside me felt so good and I could do was lay there with my eyes closed. He asked me if I thought I could deep throat him. I didn't care if I could or not I was going to give it my best shot. He relaxed my legs a bit so they wouldn't cramp up and brought his cock to my mouth. He still had cum on his head and I couldn't help myself but to raise my head and suck it off. He slowly put his cock in my mouth which filled it up with no problem. Telling me he'd take it real slow, his cock went in and out of my mouth, stretching it out and the taste of our juices together was intoxicating! I remembered I had to relax my mouth and throat if I was going to do this. He was getting more and more in and I swear I was getting wetter. He brought the head to my lips, I sucked it, tasted his juices flowing out, looked him in the eye and shook my head, I was ready to take all of him, I had to. I relaxed my throat and his cock just kept going and the feel of his balls on my chin was incredible. He put his head back in ecstasy and slowly fucked my face. "Damn love, this is fucking incredible! The way your throat is contracting around my cock is fucking amazing!!" I could feel his juices in my throat and I swear my pussy is cumming on it's own. I had saliva dripping out of my mouth but he didn't stop. He moves a little faster and then he pulls it out and I gave him a look like he was crazy and he once again fucked me hard in my pussy, putting every bit of him in me, grinding his hips against mine, no air in between, every bit of his beautiful cock inside of me. Then he keeps slamming into me over and over again until he gives me his sweet cum again. He lays there breathing hard for a minute, trying to catch his breath. He tells me a few minutes later he has a surprise for me and he asks me if I would mine if he blindfolded me. I told him, ok, thought it might be interesting. He puts the blindfold over my eyes and then gives me the most amazing sweet kiss. He moves down and I can tell he is reaching for something. I feel his fingers on my pussy and a pretty big object. "Is that a dildo?" "Yup," he says. As he puts a bit of it on my pussy and just starts to push it in, I can feel how big this thing is & it's definitely feeling much bigger than his cock. He slowly rubbed it on my lips and put the head in again and pushed it a bit farther. I squirmed telling him this thing is way too big and is he crazy! I could tell he was smirking when he gently told me to relax because I was going to love this and beg for it again tomorrow. He pushed the dildo in and I could feel the width of this thing, it had to be at least 3 inches wide and felt myself tense up. "Relax baby, trust me. You thought I made you cum before, you'll love it, I promise." I relaxed and he said, "that's my girl." he pushed it in again a little further and then back and forth. I was moaning and squirming like crazy but I think I might really like this. "Damn love, you're pussy is so hot!" Farther in it goes and I can feel myself stretching and then he reaches for something and then I feel the vibrator on my clit. He pushes the dildo in and out as far as he had it at a fast pace and then a little farther and by now I'm pretty much yelling with pleasure. I am getting wetter and he's about to make me cum again, he's so damn good at that! The pace gets faster and sure enough, I raise my hips and cum all over that thing. He took it out and slammed his cock inside me with such fierceness, and before long I had his cum in me again. He lay on me panting heavily and I asked him if he was ok. He told me he couldn't help it, my pussy was so hot and the way that thing fit it and stretched it was fucking awesome! As he goes back down, he takes the dildo again and keeps pushing farther in. "That's it love, relax the pussy." I did and it went in farther and I didn't think I could take anymore. In it went and he took it out and kept speeding the pace up. "Yes love, suck this bad boy in, that's it." I couldn't help but moan like crazy and spread my legs farther to take it all and it kept going farther in and then he said, "that is so fucking hot!" He reached up & took the blindfold off and told me to watch. I watched as that big ass thing went all the way in my pussy and couldn't believe it. "Fuck me with it." "My pleasure," he says. I watch it go in and out and see my lips wrapped around it and know I must be stretched out pretty good but I don't give a damn, I want more of it. I lay my head back, arch my body to give him more of me, if that was even possible. He is fucking me harder and faster and I'm filled with cum by now from the both of us and the wetness is making me hotter. With his left hand, he pulls my lips apart to get a better view of it going in and out. "Damn, that's a beautiful picture love!" He fucks me with it for a little while longer, then takes it out. I just lay there, ready to pass out from sure pleasure. He took his cock and rubbed the head of it on my pussy lips while stroking my clit. He continued to do this and my clit was so sensitive already, I didn't think I could cum again. As he stroked me, the head of his cock was wrapped in my lips and when he occasionally touched my clit, I was bucking my hips at him. It was amazing how he could make me cum without even having all of his beautiful cock inside of me. Listening to our juices and as he stroked my lips faster, I came on his cock and he could feel the warmth flowing all on his shaft. He untied my hands and ever so efficiently picks me up by my hips and puts me on his face and sucks on my pussy so gently I just put my head back and close my eyes and enjoy this. After he sucks my juices, he asks me if I would mind riding his cock again for a bit. I give him a sly smile, in which he took it as a yes and told him he would have to do all the work because my legs were like jelly and he said with a smile that it was his pleasure. He lifts me up and slides me on his cock and I just moaned, closed my eyes again and his hands and hips did all the work. He did not fuck me hard, just gentle up and down on his cock and that was so soothing and the wetness from my pussy and him inside of me was it for me. He stroked me for a little while longer, came inside of me and then we both laid down. He was holding me and I was out in a matter of seconds, with a complete smile on my face and wet as can be between my legs. Tied Up and Forced to Watch Re: Patient #23508 The patient described the following fantasy during our session. She finds this highly arousing. Further exploration will be required to understand all dimensions. I have asked her to share all future fantasies during our sessions. The following is a partial transcript of our session in which she describes the fantasy in question: ------------------------------ I'm sitting on a chair in our bedroom. I'm naked other than a pair of panties. My husband and I are experimenting with handcuffs for the first time. He is attaching them to my wrists behind my back. I'm telling him what I want. "Don't put them on too tight..." "Don't worry..." he tells me. I feel the cuffs locking. We stand. "When we get on the bed, I just want you to pinch my nipples a little and then kiss them. I just want to feel what it's like. And then I want you to take the handcuffs off." He chuckles. "What's so funny?" He is silent. "Michael, I asked you what's so funny?" No answer. "I'm not joking!" My voice is rising. I try to turn to face him. He holds onto the handcuffs with one hand and puts his other hand on my elbow, preventing me from turning. "I heard you" he tells me. But he still won't let me turn! "What are you doing? Let me go!" He doesn't let me go. He starts pulling me backwards towards our dresser. He's scaring me now. "MICHAEL! What are you doing??" He can hear the fear in my voice. "Just relax..." he tells me, but I'm doing the opposite because he's still making me walk backwards. I start to struggle against him. "MICHAEL! This isn't funny!" He doesn't say anything. We end up at our dresser, which is about eight feet from our bed. He starts to pull down on my wrists. "Just let yourself go down to the floor." I am freaking out at this point. He adds another hand pushing down on my shoulder. "MICHAEL! Stop it! Let me go RIGHT NOW!" I try to kick him. It's not easy since he's behind me. But I am determined to make him stop pulling me down. He doesn't. He pulls harder. I try to stay up on my feet. It doesn't work. I lose my balance and fall backward. Michael catches me and lowers me to the floor. I'm screaming my head off now. I wiggle and jerk to try to break free. He opens a drawer and pulls a thick short rope from it. "STOP! MICHAEL!! STOP!!!" He wraps the rope around the chain of my handcuffs and ties it tightly. It's like a triple knot or something. He takes the other end and ties it around the leg of our dresser. Our dresser is big and heavy. I can't move it with two free hands, let alone in with my hands tied behind my back. So I end up anchored to the floor. Michael stands back up. I am still struggling against my restraints, but I am able to sit up on my ass. As loud as I can scream, I demand that he release me. He says "when you're ready to talk, we'll talk, until then, that's where you'll stay" and walks out! He's never talked to me like that. I am in shock. I continue screaming until I realize he's really left me there. He walks back in after a couple of minutes. When he walks back in, I scream bloody murder. He walks around as if I weren't there, and then casually says "If you don't stop screaming, I'll pull your panties off you and spank your ass!" I am in shock! He leaves the room. He walks back in a few minutes later. I scream at him again! "UNTIE ME, YOU ASSHOLE!!!" Michael walks over to me. After a fierce struggle, he gains control of my legs and pulls my panties off me. "MICHAEL! NO!!!" I plead and kick. It is useless. Soon he is standing above me again, twirling my panties in his hand! "When I come back, I want a respectful tone, or your ass will burn red!" "How DARE you!" I scream as he walks out. When he walks in again, his face is serious. It is clear he intends to make good on his promise. I do not scream. "Better" he tells me, "but not good enough. I don't even want to see a hint of attitude on your face..." He walks out again. By the sixth visit, I am broken. I am sitting on my ankles. I watch him walk around a bit, and then, defeatedly, timidly beg him to talk to me. "Please, Michael" I say, almost in a whisper. He smiles. It is a giant victory for him. I am always in control in our relationship. "Good!" he says. "Michael.... Why???" I ask him calmly. He smiles again. "You're tied to the dresser because I have it on good authority that our sex life could be a lot better, and I know someone who will show you how." "W-W-What do you mean???" I ask with a renewed sense of panic growing in me. "I'm going to have someone show you!" I am in shock. "W-w-what do you mean, show me?!?" "Right here, I'm going to fuck someone right here in front of you, so you can see what a real fuck looks like, and learn!" The full meaning becomes clear. I am stunned. "Michael, you're going to...." He smiles! "WHO?!?!?" He just smiles some more! "...Michael... NO!" "Your voice is rising." "MICHAEL, NO!" He walks out again. He is gone for several minutes. When he comes back in, he's wearing nothing but boxers. There is a slight hint of cologne. He walks up to the dresser and checks himself in its mirror. I look up at him. In a calm voice, I try again. "Michael, please.... Please don't do this to me!" He looks straight ahead. "Please, Michael, I'll do anything you want... just tell me..." He is not responding. Suddenly I hear a voice from downstairs. "Michael?" My ears shatter into a thousand pieces. It is Kim, my best friend! "I'm upstairs!" he yells back. My eyes are as big as grapefruits. "MICHAEL! Is that... KIM???" "Yes" he smiles. I hear her start to climb our wooden stairs. The thought of Kim seeing me like this is insupportable! The betrayal is incomprehensible! "MICHAEL! PLEASE!.... NOT... KIM!!!" I beg inconsolably. His smile widens. He says nothing. The footsteps grow louder as she approaches. "MICHAEL!.... PLEASE!!!" It is the worst feeling of helplessness I've ever felt. "MICHAEL!... PLEASE!... PLEASE DON'T LET HER SEE ME LIKE THIS!" But it is no use. Kim steps into our doorway and looks in. She is wearing a long, tight black dress and stilettos. She cannot hide her amusement at my situation. I look away, mortified. "Well look what we have here!" she says, walking in. The mockery is too much to take. The picture blurs as tears form in my eyes. She reaches down and pulls my chin up, releasing one tear to stream down my cheek. "Look how cute you are all tied up! Isn't she cute, Michael?" Michael looks at me and nods approvingly. The second tear breaks free and rolls southward. "Awww... you're crying!" she says, and catches the second tear with a finger. It deepens the humiliation. My husband leaves the room. I have one chance to stop this nightmare. "Kim..." I plead in a hushed tone. "Please... please don't do this to me." Kim smiles with approval. She thinks about it a second and then speaks. "I'll tell you what. Try to break free from there. If you break free, I won't fuck your husband!" There's no way I can break free. She knows it and I know it. But it is my only chance. I have no choice. "You have 30 seconds..." I begin to twist and pull on my binds. My tits bounce around. Kim laughs, delighted by my naked struggle. Thirty seconds lapse and I am no closer to breaking free. She pinches my chin again and speaks through a wicked smile. "Not... a... chance!" Michael walks back in carrying a small bag. He turns on some music. Kim walks to him. His eyes lock on her as she starts to strip. I am breathless and helpless to stop it. "Like what you see, Michael?" she purrs. He nods. A bulge starts in his boxers. Kim's dress falls to the floor. She kicks it to the side. She liberates the bra from her body, leaving only her panties. "You wanna fuck me, Michael?" Michael scans her entire body with his eyes. "You wanna fuck me in front of your wife, Michael?" With both hands,Kim pulls her long hair back and twists her body suggestively. Michael puts his hands on her hips. "Yeah, I wanna fuck you in front of my wife!" His hands reach around and grab her ass. His lips dive onto hers. Her arms wrap themselves around his neck. They pant with their mouths locked. He slaps her ass. It is too much to take. "Michael!.... MICHAEL!!!" I scream. He doesn't hear me. Or doesn't want to hear me. He picks Kim up, spins and carries her to the edge of the bed. She wears a wicked smile while he pulls her panties from her body and rips off her shoes. Kim leans back and throws her legs spread open into the air. She teases him. "Do you like my pussy?" My husband laughs as he pushes her onto her back. He takes both her wrists and pins them above her head. Her legs wrap around his waist. "Am I a bad girl for teasing you in front of your wife?" "Yes you are a bad girl..." he answers. He reaches back with a free hand and gives her a slap on the ass. She squeals with surprise and delight. "Spank me again!" He obliges, except this time he locks his lips on hers again so that her yelp is muffled. They play like this in front of me for a few minutes, frolicking and spanking to their hearts' content. Finally he lets go of her wrists. "Do you have the juice?" she asks. He nods. He walks to his bag and finds a little jar inside. Kim stays on the bed, writhing with delight. He returns to Kim. He stands above her, tilts the bottle and pours little lines of a red juice all over her neck, tits, stomach, sex. Before long, the scent of strawberry is in the air. "Mmmm..." she says. "Are you going to lick it off me?" Michael smiles. He climbs back onto the bed and proceeds to start licking her! He starts by licking her neck. He plunges his tongue into her mouth while he's there. He licks her tits, circling each nipple. "Oh yes... Yes Michael!" she squeals with delight. "Tell me you want to fuck me, Michael!" He tugs on each nipple with his teeth and then declares his intentions. "I'm going to fuck you Kim!" He licks down to her belly button, slurping and repeating his intention to fuck her in front of me! His tongue reaches her clit, conveniently dabbed with a touch of strawberry juice. His mouth engulfs her pussy. It takes my breath away! "MICHAEL!" I try again. It is no use. Kim squeals with delight. "Oh... YES! YES!" He pleases her in this fashion for what seems like an eternity. He licks, sucks and kisses her pussy in every way imaginable. Finally he pulls out. "Oh baby" she says, "now it's your turn!" I look on in horror as my husband stands back up and turns to face me. What makes it so hearbreaking is that he is so gorgeous at that moment. He is so hot! His eyes lock on mine for a moment. I try one more time. "MICHAEL!" It is useless to try. Kim comes from behind. She kneels in front of him with her back to me. She takes his huge cock in one hand. She strokes him twice and then kisses it. Michael's eyes close with anticipation. She starts licking his cock. His face twists with pleasure. She strokes his cock some more. "Want me to suck your cock, Michael?" "Yes!" he heaves in response. She looks over her shoulder at me with a wicked smile while she manipulates his cock in her hand. Tears blur my vision again. "Want me to suck your cock in front of your wife?" "Yes, I want you to suck my cock in front of my wife!!" The words are devastating. She mocks me with his cock some more, almost waiving it at me. Then Kim takes his cock into her mouth and I feel like my world is shattering. "Ohh.. FUCK!" Michael reacts to the pleasure. She goes down on him twice, the second deeper than the first. She pulls off to allow her lungs to refill with air. "Oh don't stop baby! Don't stop!!!" Kim jumps back on. Michael is in ecstasy as his cock invades her throat. She goes down on him over and over again, and he vocalizes over and over again... "Oh yes!.... Oh fuck!... Oh yes!... Oh, oh fuck yes!" I cannot believe this is really happening before my own eyes. I cannot believe how deep she can take his cock! Soon he is practically wheezing with excitement. She goes down one last time. It is the deepest she has taken him into her yet. And then she slowly, slowly, slowly pulls off him. He's not disappointed. He knows what will happen next. "Ready for the oil baby?" she asks. His eyes open back up. "Yeah baby!" he answers. He watches as she fetches a little bottle of oil from his bag. They face each other again as I watch from below, helpless to stop them. They take turns rubbing oil all over each other. Kim lubricates his chest, his abs, his cock. He returns the favor. When he's done, her tits, abs and ass are glistening. They rub all over each other, clearly enjoying the frictionless sensation. Their lips lock together again. "Fuck me, Michael!" Michael sits down on the edge of the bed facing me. His legs are spread open just a bit. His cock is huge and throbbing with excitement. Kim takes a seat on his lap, wrapping her legs around him. She wraps one arm around his shoulder. She twists around to look at me, as if to say 'look at me, sitting in your husband's lap!' She mocks me with a raised eyebrow and an evil smile. She turns back to him and their arms entangle. They rub all over each other. "Fuck me, Michael!" she tells him, and slides towards his cock "NO!" I scream, but it is no use. "Fuck me in front of her!" She slides closer and closer. His legs spread. Together, they watch him insert his cock into her pussy. "Ahhhhh!!!" she sighs with joy. She pushes down on his cock and they wrap themselves together even closer. She begins grinding his cock. "You feel so good!" he volunteers. "Fuck me, Michael!" she tells him. "Fuck me in front of her!" Their slippery bodies bump together and slide apart like ocean waves on a pier. It is symphonic in its coordination and beauty. "Fuck me, Michael! Fuck me in front of her!!!" His hand slides down to grab her ass. "Yes Michael! Yes Michael! Yes Michael!" He slaps and squeezes her ass while she rides his cock. "You are so hot!" he tells her with each pump. Their bodies tense as they approach the point of no return. "You... are... so... HOT!" "Fuck me, Michael! Fuck me in front of her!!!" "You... are... so... HOT!" "Fuck me, Michael! Fuck me in front of her!!!" Kim screams when she cums, and he rams her even harder. "Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!" It looks like her body is being jolted with electricity. She spasms helplessly. Then he explodes inside her. And they are both screaming. He is like a broken record, stuck on one word... "You.... are... so...... FUCK!... FUCK!... FUCK!" They squeeze each other tight as their bodies convulse through one orgasmic wave after another, until they are left panting. Kim giggles with pleasure. He does the same. They hold onto each other tightly even after the moment has passed, hugging, kissing and giggling through aftershocks. They exchange pleasantries in whispers meant for each other. They relive the whole scene in conversation. I strain to hear them. Kim finally gives him one last kiss and gets off my husband. She casually stretches and walks over to me. Michael stretches and walks out of the room. I hear him running the water in our bathroom and humming. I am feeling angry, defeated, turned on, humiliated... She fixes her hair as she looks down at me with a smirk. "I can feel Michael's cum inside me" she says. "I can feel it oozing out." It is a cruel thing to say. I refuse to look at her pussy. The sight of it will kill me. I look down as tears begin to stream again. "Bitch!" I whisper angrily. She hears it, and doesn't like it. She keeps fixing her hair. "Are you going to lick me clean?" she asks me. Lick her clean?!? She must be kidding. Of course not! I start to shake my head no. "Or should Michael do it?" The words stop me in my tracks. "Yeah... Maybe I should bring Michael over here to lick my pussy clean in front of you!" My jaw drops in shock. "I bet he can make me cum again... right here so you can get a look up close!" I start to shake my head. "I'll call him now..." "NO! PLEASE NO! I... I'll do it!!!" I cannot believe what I've just said myself. Kim enjoys seeing me squirm. She enjoys exacting revenge. "You'll do what? Say it!" She loves the power she enjoys over me. "I said... I'll do it!" She knows I don't want to say it. "Say it, or I'll call Michael!" "I... I'll lick your pussy!" Kim almost orgasms again spontaneously from the words. She grabs a chair. She in front of me and sits with her legs spread open. She grabs me by the chin and warns me. "Do it right, or I'll call him in!" I nod meekly. She grabs me by the head and buries my face into her pussy. I close my eyes as the smells and tastes envelop me. Kim leans back and enjoys the sensation, and the view, as I lick my husband's cum from her pussy. And that's how it ends. Tied Up and Hungover At first there's only darkness, and a feeling in my head that let's me know I've been drinking my fair share. I groan audibly and open my eyes, still darkness yet I can see a frame of light emanating from the edges of the curtains. Something's very wrong, yet my hangover wont allow me to discover just what. I reach for the glass of water that I leave religiously (impending hangover or not) on my bedside table when the realisation hits me like a slap in the face. My hands are tied, and my bedroom doesn't have any curtains. I wrench my arms frantically but to no use, they're tied to the headboard. I'm hoping that when I move my legs they won't be tied. I don't move them, I keep them still. I think that if my legs aren't tied I'm probably going to be OK, everything will be just fine. I slowly raise my left leg, it's tied, fuck. I try to survey the room but the lack of light, plus I don't seem to be wearing my glasses, prevents me from getting any detail. Just weird shapes, things I don't recognise. What looks like a huge dildo sits on a chest of drawers in the far side of the room, I decide to ignore it. Think Miles, think I tell myself, but it's just a blur of images. I remember being in the bar, vaguely watching some football match, and drinking a few pints. Was it 6 or 7? I can't remember. I went for a piss and ... that's the last thing I can remember. Faintly I hear talking from outside the room, barely a whisper, Wait, not talking, it's... music. I strain to listen. Crazy, I'm crazy for feeling so lonely. I haven't heard that song in years, not since I broke up with... Kate. Oh fuck, that crazy bitch. No, no fucking way. 'Kate!' I scream. The bedroom door swings up straight away and there she is, looking no different since the last time I saw her two years ago. 'Morning baby, up at last,' she says. 'Can I can get you a cup of tea?' 'No, but you can untie right now you psycho'. She just smiles and sits on the edge of the bed, she leans over me until her face is almost touching mine. 'I will, don't worry. I just need something from you first.' 'Untie me and I'll give it to you,' I tell her, hoping that she'll say yes and then I can get out of here. I'm not giving her shit. 'I'd love to, but I get the feeling you won't give it to me,' Kate says. 'What do you want?' She bites her bottom lip and closes her eyes. I'm getting a very bad feeling, which is confirmed when I feel her fingers on my thigh, they dance upwards, then squeeze. 'This,' she says, grabbing my crotch. 'Get fucked,' I bark at her through gritted teeth. I order my dick to stay down. Stay down! 'Oooh, you're eager. I like that. You read my mind,' she laughs lasciviously, whilst rubbing my balls through my jeans. 'Fucking enough! Get off me right fucking now, you're crazy. We split up two years ago,' I shout at her so loud she actually stops. 'Let me out of here and we'll forget the whole goddamn thing, It'll be like nothing every happened.' She sits up and looks down at me, suddenly very calm and business like. 'Look Miles, I'm not doing this thing because I'm some mental horny psycho bitch. I need your sperm, you've got great genes and I want to get pregnant.' I stare at her in disbelief. 'You've got to be fucking kidding.' 'No, I'm not. I want your sperm, and I know you won't give it to me otherwise,' she says. 'You've got that right!' I shout too quickly, then hopefully add. 'Actually yes, I would.' But it's too late, she just raises her eyebrows and shakes her heard. 'Look Miles, I just need little Miles here to help me out,' she says this whilst fondling my crotch again. I hated her pet name for my dick years ago, I practically seethe at hearing it now. 'Once it's over, I'll untie you and that'll be that'. She elegantly stands up, and slowly undresses. Revealing black panties and no bra. Her full breasts appear like some kind of demonic force, luring me onto the rocks. She winks at me. I haven't got laid in months, and that body of hers... It's a thing of beauty. Her body was always the problem, it's exquisite, every guys dream. It's just a shame her personality sucks. 'Well good luck Kate, because you're not gonna be able to make me cum, so ha!' I say, hopefully with the confidence it's intended. 'Oh Miles, I think we both know that's not going to be a problem,' she laughs and slowly reaches for my belt. I think she might be right. Tied Up & Milked "Baby..." I thought it was a dream. It started with her voice. Soft, alluring, familiar, but different. I'd never heard her talk like this before, not to me. Blood was quickly rushing to my cock. "...It's such a waste, isn't it?" I felt the unmistakable feeling of warm skin against my chest. I opened my eyes. Two 36DD breasts filled my vision. My cock throbbed. Above bare breasts was the angelic face of my stepmother, Lonna, licking her lips. "All that young cum..." Strawberry blonde hair brushed her shoulders. She leaned towards me, pushing her fantastic tits against my face so her lips could reach my ear: "I've been watching you, baby. I've seen the way you look at me, and I like the way it makes me feel." She licked my ear, then nibbled on the lobe, and leaned back. I was sad to see her breasts recede. I tried to move my arms, my palms itched, I wanted to feel the weight of them in my hands. They wouldn't move. I felt a pressure on my wrists. She'd tied me to the headboard. "Just so you know whose in charge," she said, and winked. Lonna's hand trailed down my body, over my chest and abs, coming to rest between my legs, cupping my balls in her hand. "Like I said before, such a waste, all this young cum. Being shot into a tissue or your sheets. There are so much better places for it." I stared at her face, at her lips as she finished: "Softer. Warmer. Wetter." She gave them a gentle squeeze and sat up. Lonna's breasts were glorious. Perky, perfectly shaped, and luscious. My mouth watered at the thought of feeling one of her nipples between my lips. They rivaled and beat any set of pornstar tits I'd ever seen. The fact that I regularly jerked off thinking about them was a testament to that fact. "Now that you're a man, eighteen," my birthday was yesterday, "I've decided on a new house rule for you: no more masturbating, not for you. Not while I'm your mother." She leaned forward so we were face to face. "Your cum belongs to me now," she whispered, pressing her lips against mine. Her lipstick tasted like bubblegum. She kissed me hungrily for a few minutes, teasing me with little flicks of her tongue, sliding her soft fingertips along the length of my shaft. "I'm so wet, I can't wait any longer," she said, sitting up again. She straddled my body. I watched her breasts jiggle and move as she positioned herself, hypnotized. A hand was wrapped around my fat cock. "I've been looking forward to this all week," she said. Her thighs were damp, she wasn't kidding. I tried to speak, I'm not sure what I wanted to say, but a finger pressed against my lips, hushing me. "Do you want this, baby?" she whispered. "Yes," I gasped, "please yes!" As she arranged herself, seeking the best angle to impale herself on my dick, I captured one of her perfectly formed nipples. I suckled, I moaned, and I didn't let go. The effect was electric. Lonna gasped, her body shaking. "My baby boy is so hungry, I love it!" Something warm and wet kissed the head of my penis, I almost died. I'd never had a woman before, this would be my first time. Tied up and fucked by my busty stepmom. How did I get so fucking lucky? "Mommy's gonna fuck you, baby, she's gonna milk that sweet dick," she whispered, slowly welcoming my member into her body. It was heaven. I'd never felt anything so glorious. Soft, tight, hot, wet, pulsing. All at once. Before I knew it, I was completely inside her. I gasped as the last few inches slid home and she moaned lustily, throwing her head back. We stayed like that for a long moment. Her pussy tightening around the thickness of my cock. My balls began to tingle. She leaned forward suddenly, her big tits rushing forward to meet my face. "You're bigger than your dad," she whispered, "bigger than he is. It's so much better. Ooohhh..." I'd found her other nipple. "Good boy, there's my good son..." Lonna — my busty voluptuous stepmother — sat up suddenly, pulling the nipple from my eager mouth. She cupped those breasts in her hands and threw her head back, moaning loudly as she gyrated against my body. Up to this point, we hadn't actually started fucking. She'd kept my cock inside her, jealously hoarding it in her moist cunt, squeezing it with her pussy muscles and making lascivious noises that made my heart pound. Her hands left her chest and pressed themselves against mine. I felt her body start rising. The air in the room seemed much too cold after the warmth of her body. She took her time, letting me feel her body reluctantly letting me go. When she reached the tip, she stopped, winked at me, and slammed her cunt down hard on my fat dick. We screamed together, my cock convulsing, the tingle in my balls unbearable. I couldn't hold myself back any longer. My orgasm was tremendous. It was the single biggest outpouring of cum my body had ever experienced. I shook uncontrollably, straining at my bonds, making the headboard slam against the wall several times. My hot and sticky cum flooded my stepmother's exceptional body, she squealed with delight at the sensation. Leaning forward, tits pressing against my chest, she began to fill my ear with the most filthy sex talk I'd ever heard. Combined with the gyrations of her hips, and the milking sensation from her exquisite pussy, my orgasm peaked. A minute had passed. I had poured over half a dozen long streams of cum into my stepmothers pussy. Her insides were impossibly slippery, muscles struggling to find a grip on my still engorged member. "...not finished with you," she whispered, fiercely, angrily. "Your cocks still hard, you're not done yet, you nasty boy. I'm your mother, and I get what I want, and I want more of you, I know you've got at least one more load for mommy, for her pussy..." Lonna starts to fuck me. Short, sharp, squelching noises accompanied her efforts. "Listen to that baby, listen to that thick yummy cum of yours," she reaches a hand down, swirling it around for a moment before bringing it to her lips, "you taste good." She kissed me hard, forcing her soft tongue into my mouth, making sure I got a taste of my own cum. "Sperm baby, give me your young, virile sperm. Pump the rest into momma's pussy, let her have it, all of it. Don't hold back baby!" She was fucking me so hard now. "Don't hold back, let it out! Your cum belongs in my pussy, it belongs to me, and I'm going to take all of it, I'm going to rip it out of your sexy young body! GIVE IT TO MMEEEE!" "Oh god, MOM! I'M CUMMING AGAIN!" My balls ached as I ejaculated for the second time in five minutes. My fists clenched, I heard the headboard banging against the wall as I thrashed in my bonds, screaming unintelligibly as I gave my stepmom everything I had. When my orgasm had calmed, both of us lay against each other, breathing hard. Our bodies were slick with sweat, and our thighs were bathed in my sperm and her pussy juices. She giggled and smiled at me, cupping my face in her hands. "You were such a good boy for me," she said, kissing my forehead. Lonna rolled off of me and sat up on the bed, collecting herself. She pulled a few strands of hair back off her forehead and stood up, turning away from me, her curvy ass, taunting me. I watched as several large globs of my semen sneaked out from between her pussy lips and trickle down her thighs. She swayed as she walked towards me bedroom door, which had been open the entire time, and turned towards me. "Your Dad loves it when I bring him my pussy brimming with another man's sperm. He'll be so pleased to know that we now have such a readily available supply of it." She winked, licking her lips, leaving me alone to absorb and come to terms with everything that just happened. I heard my parent's door open and my stepmom's voice say to my father: "Hey baby, are you thirsty?" I was still tied up. Tied Up and Nowhere to Go Mistress had me tied naked and spread eagle on the king sized bed in a hotel in the middle of the city. My cock was rigid with excitement as I watched her walking around the bed, looking me over. Clad all in black, thigh high boots, a corset, and a leather mini skirt, she was a vision of beauty and power. The smallest strip of soft pale skin between the tops of her boots and the bottom of her so short skirt held my gaze as she walked. With each step, her skirt moved exposing her inner thigh. My Mistress turns heads everywhere she goes. Long black hair, a lithe figure, and an ass that makes me want to drop to my knees and worship it when I see it. She exudes confidence and a pure sexual aura that is felt more than seen. "Tonight, my pet, you will learn how to please a woman," she spoke in a low sexy voice. A soft knocking on the door startled me. Panic filled me knowing that I was totally immobilized, naked on the bed. I looked to the door, then to Mistress. She didn't look surprised in the least. In fact, she turned to me, and smiled a knowing smile. I realized that she had a surprise planned for me. I didn't know if this was a reward or a punishment, or perhaps both. "Watch and learn my pet," she said as she walked to the door. She peered through the peep hole on the door, then unlatched the chain, and opened the door. "Welcome, please come in," she said to someone I couldn't see. I strained to see who was at the door. A young woman in a black slip dress and strappy heels entered the room. She had long blonde hair that stood out in sharp contrast to Mistress's hair. Her eyes did a sweep of the room before settling on me. She smiled at me, then turned around to face Mistress. "I like your pet. He's cute," she giggled as she said this. I could see Mistress looking into her eyes with the lustful look she gets when she's really turned on. She leaned forward, wrapped her arms around the woman's waist, and kissed her. They kissed deeply, hands roaming around each other's bodies. When the finally broke their kiss, Mistress peer over the woman's shoulder and stared directly into my eyes, pursed her lips, and blew me a kiss. The woman turned around, and walked to the bed with Mistress right at her side. Mistress introduced us. "Pet, this is Michelle. Michelle, this is my pet. I met Michelle while you were out today running errands. What do you think?" "She's beautiful, Mistress." "Yes she is pet. Now, watch and learn." She turned to Michelle and kissed her again. I could see their tongues pushing to each others' mouths as they began to undress each other. It didn't take long before the two of them stood naked beside the bed save Mistress's boots. Hands caressing the other, tongues licking, lips kissing. Mistress slid her hand behind Michelle's head and guided her Michelle's kisses down her throat, to her breasts. Michelle took one nipple in her mouth, sucking hard. Mistress gasped in delight as Michelle took her nipple between her teeth and bit down lightly, teasing her. Michelle teased and tortured her nipple with her lips, tongue and teeth while she pinched the other nipple with her fingers, twisting just a bit. Mistress clearly enjoyed the pain and attention to her nipples. Her face awash in ecstasy. Mistress took one leg and stepped onto the bed, exposing her pussy to my sight. As she did so, she refocused her gaze on me, staring into my eyes. Her eyes signaled downward, directing my gaze at her pussy. Michelle's other hand was now caressing her lips, sliding up and down her slit. With each down stroke, a finger slid between her lips and pushed a little deeper inside my Mistress's pussy. Michelle dropped to her knees. She turned to Mistress's foot that rest on the bed, licking first the toe, then working her way up the boot. Her hand continued to play with Mistress's pussy. I could hear her pussy jewelry tinkling as Michelle stroked her lips. Michelle's licking reached the top of the boot, and continued up Mistress's thigh. I watched with complete attention how Michelle's lips and tongue danced up her thigh slowly toward Mistress's pussy. I could feel myself tensing with anticipation along with Mistress as Michelle's oral attentions neared her pussy. When her tongue finally flicked out and licked along her outer lips, I heard myself exhale hard, releasing the tension. I realized an instant later that Mistress did the same. With that, Michelle attacked Mistress's pussy. She buried her face into her pussy, tongue pushing into her pussy. No doubt tasting her sweetness. How I longed to taste my Mistress. I felt myself straining against my bindings in a futile attempt to touch Mistress. Mistress noticed my movement, and caught my gaze with hers. "Mmmm she is good my pet. You must watch her. Learn from her. If you are good, maybe I'll let you practice on her. If you are bad, I may have to fuck her all night long, right here on this bed next to you. You'll watch us, but no touching. So, be good. Watch and learn, but don't make noise or move." Her warning sunk in immediately, and I froze. I knew she was not making idle threats. She would torture me while she pleased herself with Michelle. Michelle clearly took in this exchange. Her oral attentions seemed to become even more intense. Her hands swept over Mistress's body, finally coming to rest on her breasts, pinching and teasing her nipples with her fingers while she continued to please Mistress's pussy. She continued to pleasure Mistress for what felt like an eternity. Being unable to move, and only watch, time seemed to slow. I could tell by how Mistress was breathing that she was nearing an orgasm. Her hands held Michelle's head, fingers interlaced through her golden blond hair. Then, she was cumming. Mistress pulled Michelle's head tight against her pussy, grinding her pussy and clit into Michelle's mouth. Her whole body tensed and shuddered as she came. Michelle continued to lick and suck on Mistress's pussy. Her hands clamped down on Mistress's nipples, holding on tight while Mistress bucked and writhed in ecstasy. Mistress let out a long scream of pleasure, then let go of Michelle's head. Michelle did not stop licking, but she did loosened her grip on Mistress's nipples. "Mmmm that was wonderful Michelle. I knew you could show my pet how to bring me great pleasure." Mistress pulled away from Michelle's oral attentions, and I could see a look of disappointment in Michelle's face. I knew that look as I had worn it myself many times. "Don't worry Michelle, we're not done instructing my pet. Go get that toy of yours, and come to the bed. I want to feel it for myself." Michelle moved away to the door like a child racing for the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. I realized she must have dropped a bag there when she had entered the room. As I tried to keep my eyes on her, Mistress moved onto the bed. I looked back and found myself looking up at her beautiful naked body. She was on all fours, her pussy just inches above my face. I could smell her sweet scent, and see drops of her sweet nectar on her wet swollen pussy lips. "If you move to touch me pet, you will not get a chance to touch me or Michelle tonight. That is your only warning." Michelle joined her on the bed. She climbed her way up the bed. She too straddled my body. As I looked down, I could see she her pussy, clean shaven and moist with excitement. She hovered just over my rock hard cock. She was working something with her hands, but I could not see above her waist as Mistress's pussy was so close to my face, it blocked my view. Then, Michelle leaned forward and began to lick Mistress's pussy. I was just inches away. I felt my own mouth watering as the smell of my Mistress's pussy was overpowering. It took all my strength to lay silent and still while I watched Michelle's tongue licking and tasting my Mistress's sweetness. Michelle worked her way upward, just out of my visual range, but I knew she was licking Mistress's rosebud. I knew Mistress loved that. I could hear her cooing with pleasure as Michelle worked her tongue over her rosebud. I could see Mistress's abdominal muscles flexing and quivering as Michelle's oral skills drove her toward another orgasm. "Michelle, be a good girl now and fuck me with that toy of yours," Mistress said. It was not a request, but more a gentle order. I heard a buzzing, and then saw Michelle had a vibrator in her hands. It was long and larger than me. It had a clitoral stimulator at its base and was beaded in the middle. The head was both vibrating and swirling around at the beads. Michelle gently pushed the toy against Mistress's pussy lips. As soon as she made contact, I could see Mistress jump just a little at the touch. Then the vibrator steadily disappeared inside Mistress until it was buried to the base. The clitoral stimulator buzzing on her clit as intended. Michelle gently pushed and twisted it just a little, back and forth, in and out. I watched as the clitoral stimulator never quite lost contact with Mistress's clit. Mistress's breathing was heavier now. Michelle had resumed her oral attack on her rosebud. I could see Mistress was now leaning her shoulder against the headboard, head down, breathing deeply. One hand was now playing with her own nipples. Again, I lost my sense of time as my gaze was fixated on the sight of the vibrator pulsing in and out of Mistress's pussy. "Ooohhh yes Michelle, that feels so good. Lick my asshole. Yes, push your tongue inside me. Mmmmm that's right. Fuck me with that toy. Ooooohhhh," Mistress lost coherent speech at this point and let out a long series of primal sexually charged groans and screams. Her body was convulsing in orgasm. Her pussy was so wet that I could hear it as the vibrator continued to push deeply inside her. Drops of her nectar dripped onto my face and my lips. I reached out with my tongue to taste the drops that hit my lips. Those stolen drops of nectar were sweeter than anything I could imagine. Mistress's orgasm seemed to last for minutes, her screams eventually fading into low satisfied moans. "Michelle, let's reward my pet. He may taste my sweet nectar." I looked up at her pussy, excited. Michelle removed the vibrator and switched it off. I looked expectantly at Mistress's pussy, waiting for her to lower herself onto my face. "Pet, you think you are going to lick my pussy, don't you? You have not earned that. You have been good, but not that good. I saw you lick my juices from your lips. Michelle, let him clean your toy. You may clean my pussy." With that, Michelle pushed the vibrator into my mouth. I took it as deeply as I could, tasting my Mistress on it. It tasted sweet, but I was disappointed in myself. I should have had more self-control. Above me, Michelle was again lapping at Mistress's pussy. While I got to lick Mistress's nectar from the vibrator, I was also subject to witnessing Michelle bring Mistress to another orgasm just inches from my face. Watching without being able move or participate was excruciating. The only thing that made it livable was that fact that it made me so fucking horny watching a beautiful woman lick my Mistress to climax. When she came down from her orgasm, Mistress rolled to the side of the bed and leaned on her elbow, looking me in the eyes. "Mmmm she is good isn't she pet. I've got one more thing I want to do. Michelle, go over to my bag, and bring the vibrator sitting on the top of everything," Mistress said like she was asking for a glass of water. What Michelle brought back was Mistress's favorite vibrator, her Hitachi Magic Wand. When I saw it, I longed for her to use it on me, but I knew that I wasn't going to be so lucky. Michelle helped her plug it into the wall, and then they both settled back on the bed facing each other. "Michelle, spread your legs for me," Mistress said to Michelle. Mistress moved down the bed a little so that their legs were intertwined, each with one leg over one of the others so that their pussies could rub against the other. Mistress began to move her body so that her pussy lips were rubbing against Michelle's pussy lips. I strained my neck so I could see better. Michelle began to moan in appreciation. Visually, I'm not sure there's anything more exciting to see then the soft lips of one shaved pussy sliding against another, natural nectar lubricating the action. "Mmmm that feels nice doesn't it? Now, let's make it even better," Mistress cooed as she slid the large round head of the Magic Wand between their pussies and switched it on. "Michelle, if you can hold out longer than me, then I'll make this one night you'll never forget. But, if you cum before me, then unfortunately, this will be one night you'll dream about for the rest of your life wondering what you missed. Do you understand?" "ah..yes, I think so," Michelle stammered already having feeling the affects of the Magic Wand's powerful vibrations. Mistress locked her eyes on Michelle's. She continued to move her hips forcing her lips against the Magic Wand, and therefore, pushing the Magic Wand into Michelle's pussy. It was clear that Michelle was already nearing her climax. Her face was flushed, and her breathing was ragged. I could see the confusion in her eyes. I knew she wanted to release her climax and just let the Magic Wand's vibrations take her entire body into orgasm, but she also wanted to experience whatever plans Mistress had for the evening. Mistress, on the other hand, was in total control. She appeared to be enjoying watching Michelle struggle to maintain control. It was as if the vibrator had almost no effect on her. It only took another minute before Michelle's dam broke. She cried out and her entire body convulsed and shuddered. Her juices flowed so freely that I could see them spraying as the vibrator shook droplets into the air. Before Michelle was even done with her orgasm, Mistress was moving through the room. She had Michelle's vibrator, clothing and shoes in her hand, and was headed for the door. Without even the slightest bit of hesitation, Mistress opened the door to the hallway, dropped her things in the hall, and asked Michelle to leave. "I'm sorry Michelle. I thought you were stronger than that. It would have been spectacular." Michelle had a horrified look on her face as she stood on wobbly legs, and walked toward the door. "But..." "Shhh...don't worry my dear. It will be OK," Mistress consoled her, but at the same time, had a hand on the small of her back and pushed her out the door. The door clicked shut, and I could hear Michelle swear at Mistress through the door. "Mmmm too bad. My pet, I'm sorry you had to witness that, but frankly, I was growing bored of Michelle. Wonderful tongue, but you've got one of those too. And, I think I've punished you enough for one night." For the next hour, Mistress teased me mercilessly, and I loved every minute of it. By the end of it, my nipples were sore, and my balls felt like they would explode they were so full of cum waiting to be released. I had red marks all over my body from a new flogger. Mistress explained as she was heating my ass with it that she found Michelle in the very same store. "OK my pet, lay down again, I need to restrain you again," she told me. She had untied me so that I could bend over the ottoman while she used the flogger on me. I lay back on the bed, and she again tied me spread eagle. She produced another new toy, a butt plug which she lubed and worked into my ass. She had obviously had a good shopping trip today while she had sent me on errands. The plug was large, and when inserted, I felt full. Then, she pulled out a small black device, pushed a button, and I felt the plug begin to vibrate. "Mmm how's that my pet? I hope that you can hold out longer than Michelle!" The plug sent waves of sensation through my body, and I could feel it stimulating my prostate. Precum began to leak from my already rock hard cock. Mistress used a finger to collect the precum from my cock, and offered the finger to my me. I opened my mouth, and accepted it without hesitation. I've always loved it when she feeds me my own precum. Next, she put nipple clamps on my nipples. They were already sore from her pinching, biting, and sucking over the past hour, but the clamps added a new level of stimulation that her other actions could not. I was nearing sensory overload with the nipple clamps and the vibrating butt plug. I had closed my eyes just for a moment. I felt Mistress grab my cock and squeeze the shaft hard. I opened my eyes realizing that I should not have closed my eyes. It wasn't that I couldn't trust Mistress, but I knew that I should have been paying attention to her, and not drifting into the sublime pleasure of the sensory overload that she was subjecting me to. "That's better pet. Stay focused. We're almost there," she said. Then, she released my cock, and then moved herself so that her pussy was floating just above my face. I could see her lips spreading on their own, swollen already with excitement. Moisture glistened on her smooth lips. I longed to taste her. Her pussy lowered toward me. I waited, afraid that if I tried to lick her without permission, that this would be as close as I was going to get tonight. Then, she lowered herself even more, smothering my face with her hot wet pussy. "Mmm yes my pet, lick your Mistress. Make me wet because I'm going to fuck your brains out," she said in a way that almost sounded like a warning. My sensory overload slipped past eleven on a ten point scale as soon as I could taste her sweet nectar and feel her wet smooth lips on my lips. My tongue pushing deep into her pussy trying to reach as far into her as I could. As I licked her, she played with the nipple clamps. As she tugged on the chain that connected them, they tightened on my nipples, sending pulses of pain into the melee of feelings, tastes, and sounds that was my ecstasy. The butt plug felt like it began to vibrate harder. I couldn't tell, but Mistress must have turned it up. Mistress pulled away from me. Her wetness covering my face felt cool as the air touched my nectar covered face. She slid down my body, trailing her nectar along my chest and abdomen. She sat on my hard cock. I could feel her pussy lips on my cock, wet and hot. She rubbed herself on my rigid cock, her face now hovering over mine. "Are you ready for me pet?" she asked in a whisper. Then she leaned forward and kissed me. Her tongue pushing into my mouth as she slid down onto my cock. I felt my cock slide inside her, hot, wet, and tight. She broke the kiss and began to kiss and bite her way along my chin line to my ear, taking my earlobe between her teeth and biting down just hard enough to let me know she could do real harm. I felt her tongue dart into my ear. Her hips gyrating and moving so that my cock was thrust in and out of her pussy. She continued to bite her way down my neck, then she sat up, riding me hard. She took hold of the nipple clamp chain, and gave it another tug, teasing me again. One hand now reached behind her and caressed my balls. Then, the fingers wrapped around the base of my scrotum, and she pulled down, squeezing my balls to the brink of pain. All the while, her hips didn't stop rolling and gyrating on my cock. Her pussy muscles squeezing me like a vice. She continued to ride me alternating her little tortures in a random way. First my nipples, then back to my balls. Then back to my nipples before leaning in and kissing me again. Followed by more bites to my neck and ears, and back to my balls. At one point, while sitting upright, gyrating her hips on my cock, she took all ten fingernails, and pressed them into my chest and scratched me from neck to stomach. Her nails drawing angry red lines down my chest, but the pain was excruciatingly wonderful. I lost all track of time. My senses were completely overloaded when through the blur of sensations, I heard Mistress order me to cum. Tied Up and Nowhere to Go "Cum for me pet. Cum with me now!" Without even thinking, I erupted into climax. My entire body was enveloped in pure ecstasy. I felt my cum shooting into her in long jets. At the same time, she was convulsing on top of me in her own orgasm. I heard a scream and realized it was me. Then my mouth was covered by hers, and she was kissing me again, her tongue dancing with mine. She collapsed on top of me, my still hard cock buried inside her. "Mmmm my pet, did I fuck your brains out?" she asked and giggled just little. "Yes, Mistress, you fucked my brains out. I'm not sure I can think anymore." "Good. Now, before we go to sleep, you need to clean me." Mistress pushed herself up to a seated position again, then lifted herself off of my cock. Then slid her body up mine until her wet dripping pussy was positioned over my mouth. "Lick you cum from me pet. Taste your cum mixed with my nectar." She lowered her pussy to my lips, and I eagerly licked her... Tied Up & Teased Gary lay back in the deep, deliciously hot, scented water and began to relax. The stresses of his days work slowly started to melt away from his taut, tanned body as his mind wandered. Fee had greeted him at the door having carefully prepared the bathroom for his arrival home. Aromatic candles burned seductively on the marble surfaces, warm, fluffy towels draped invitingly over the rails and the mirrored walls reflected the steamy atmosphere. She had been wearing the black silk nightdress he had chosen for her last summer. It was very short with a deep revealing neckline that barely concealed her ample breasts, her nipples clearly visible as the silky material caressed them when she moved. She had led him by the hand to the bathroom, helping him to shed his work clothes as they mounted the stairs. Once there she left him to soak in the luxurious, soothing bubbles for a while, returning minutes later and closing the door behind her. Fee smiled as she surveyed the delightful scene before her. “Thank you Angel, this feels wonderful” Gary murmured lazily, sinking deeper into the steaming bathtub, “Just what I need after the day I’ve had today.” Fee knelt by the side of the tub, picked up the soap and began to slowly lather his broad chest as he talked, her small hands rubbing and soothing the tight muscles in his shoulders and neck. Gary laid his head back and closed his eyes as her hands slid over his tired body. He felt the familiar stirrings in his groin as her hands caressed his flat belly, his dick twitching into life. Opening his eyes he caught a wicked smile on Fee’s face as she too had noticed his obvious excitement. “Oh dear,” she sighed, grinning, “I think that needs some attention, don’t you?” she laughed. She leaned over further to reach for his rapidly swelling member and her breast escaped from its silken confines exposing a rosy pink nipple. Gary’s wet hand reached out and cupped the breast gently, leaning forward to lick the hardening nipple. She groaned out loud as his tongue snaked around the rigid bud and soft lips pulled on it lightly. Fee’s hand disappeared under the bubbles and began to massage his heavy balls as his swollen dick stuck up out of the water. Suddenly she withdrew and quickly stood up, her face flushed and her eyes bright with mischief. “Not here Sweetheart” she said, “I have plans for us tonight, when you’re finished in here put on your robe and come to our room” she added winking sexily at him. With this, she slipped out of the bathroom leaving Gary intrigued and aroused. He climbed out of the steaming tub and slipped on his warm robe wondering as he tied the belt what she had in store for him. Leaving wet footprints behind him on the carpet he padded down the hallway to their bedroom. The room was, like the bathroom, seductively lit by scented candles and was lovely and warm. He listened to the heavy, driving rain battering the windows behind the deep red curtains and felt a glow of comfort inside himself. The large chunky pine bed dominated their bedroom and it was towards this he headed, allowing the robe to slip from his broad shoulders and fall to the floor. Easing himself on four large pillows he lay back and waited. Minutes later he stirred from his sleep to feel his arms being raised. Quickly orientating himself he was aware that one wrist was tied securely to the chunky bedhead and that Fee was in the process of securing the other wrist with a fine silk scarf. “Shhhhhhhhhhhhh, Sweetheart,” she whispered, “I want you to just watch and feel” In the candlelit bedroom she stood before him, the light flickering over her soft skin as she let the thin straps of the flimsy gown fall from her smooth shoulders revealing her taut, full breasts. The nipples were a dusky pink and stood proud and erect as her nightdress ceased its downward journey and rested seductively on the swell of her rounded hips. God! The very sight of those wonderful breasts made him hard for her again. Her hands cupped them tenderly then slid to her hips and nudged the garment from its resting place leaving it puddle in a silken pool at her feet. Her pussy lips were clearly visible between her tanned legs; she loved to keep herself smooth and completely shaven. She knew he loved it. Climbing onto the bed beside him, her breasts swayed enticingly as she leaned over to kiss his lips. He longed to wrap his arms around her as she kissed him passionately, her tongue snaking its way into his mouth. Gary’s hard dick was throbbing as her hands stroked his face and neck. She kissed his chin and chest with tiny butterfly kisses, breathing heavily as she explored his body with her fingers and her lips. Fee paused and flicked her tongue over his sensitive nipples, taking one between her lips and sucking softly on it sending ripples of excitement through his captive body. He could smell her wonderful woman scent and it was driving him crazy. Her small fingers were circling his stomach, agonisingly avoiding his stiff eager cock. Stroking the outside of his thighs she let her hair trail across his belly and groin, bathing his engorged dick with its softness. She began to lick his taut stomach leaving shiny, wet trails as her fingers caressed the soft skin of his inner thighs. “Christ Fee!” he breathed heavily “Untie me please Angel, I need to touch you” Fee put her fingers to his lips and whispered “Shhh, Gary, just feel” His whole body was tingling with lust, every nerve ending was alive and active as she stroked and caressed him tenderly. The bulging head of his swollen dick was slick with precum oozing from him and it glistened in the flickering light. Her hand began to stroke and massage his heavy, tight balls and he groaned out loud. Fee lifted her head from his tummy and asked, “Would you like me to suck you Sweetheart?” “Oh God, yes!” he exclaimed, his legs stretching out and his toes curling, “I would love you to suck it Angel” he whispered urgently. Her wet, pink tongue flicked across the head of his throbbing dick, licking away the precum that was leaking from him. Her free hand grasped his solid shaft and started to wank him slowly. As her wet lips enveloped him he could feel the warmth of her sweet mouth, his hips straining as he attempted to push deeper into her mouth. She sucked him with passion, massaging his aching balls, her lips sliding up and down his stiff rod engulfing as much as she could. Gary was ready to explode when she stopped and backed away, leaving him highly aroused and helpless. She knelt by his side and let her hand roam across her smooth, rounded breasts, pulling gently on her stiff nipples. Her other hand travelled downwards and stroked her flat belly, her eyes dancing. She opened her tanned legs a little giving him a perfect view of her bare pussy, the outer lips swollen with desire slightly parted to reveal the inner pink folds, wet with her passion. God he wanted her! Her fingers began to slowly rub and stroke her soaking cunt, circling her stiff clitty and slipping between her velvety smooth lips. He could see her wetness coating her fingers as she caressed herself, her eyes closed and her head to one side as she softly moaned. His rigid dick stood upright and he tried to wriggle free from his silken shackles to no avail. Opening her eyes she could see he was more than ready for her as she was for him. She offered her soaking fingers to his eager lips and smiled as he eagerly licked them, tasting her musky sweetness and sucking her fingers greedily. She straddled him, her smooth legs either side of his thighs and leaned forwards brushing his face with her erect nipples. “Suck them Sweetheart,” she ordered. Gary lost no time at all; he gently pulled the hard nipples with his lips and began to suck hard. Fee gasped at the intense wave of pleasure she felt, her cunt pulsating and her heart beating loudly. She could feel the juices running from her twitching pussy and dribbling down her thighs as he sucked hard. “I need to be inside you Angel,” he almost begged. Understanding his urgency she reached down between them and grasped his pulsating cock. It was still wet with her saliva as she rubbed it firmly against her swollen clitty and coated the bulbous head with her juices. He felt her fierce heat envelop his dick as she slowly began to lower herself onto him. Her cunt clung to him tightly as inch by inch she impaled herself deliberately. She felt every ridge and every vein as her hungry pussy devoured the stiff cock that was stretching her so deliciously. His wrists were still tied as she began to fuck him slowly, raising herself almost to the top of his huge throbbing dick then plunging it deep inside her making whimpering little animal noises as she rode him so well. Her hips swayed and ground against him and he longed to just wrap his strong arms around her soft body, grasp her ass and drive himself deep into her very core. “Fee untie me” he begged, “Please Angel, I need to hold you” Leaning over, she quickly loosened his silken bonds allowing him to touch her for the first time. Sliding his hands over her hips he firmly grasped her ass and held her tight as he thrust deep into her. Their bodies bathed in perspiration was reflected in the candlelight, her lips parted and eyes closed as he fucked her deeply and passionately. He felt her hot pussy bathing his hard dick with her flowing love juices. Her orgasm built quickly and without much warning, she began to pant rapidly, whimpering as she felt herself cumming hard in great spasmodic waves of pleasure, bucking and grinding her hips as she tried to get all of his magnificent cock completely inside her. The muscles in her soaking hot cunt were shuddering and rippling, gripping him tightly and milking his own intense orgasm from him. His dick plunged deep and hard into her until, with a low guttural moan he began to shoot streams of cum deep inside her, filling her with his hot seed. He held her tightly against him, needing to feel himself deep inside her, pumping his creamy load as they fed and encouraged each others orgasms, pulsating rhythmically as they both came hard for what seemed an eternity. He wrapped his big strong arms around the small quivering body and held her close, her warm soft breasts crushed against his broad chest. Finding her mouth, he kissed her deeply and tenderly. “Thank you Angel” he whispered as she snuggled closer and closed her eyes, smiling. Tied Up and Teased "Please make me cum! I need it!" I plead. I look up at you, making my best pouty, puppy-dog face. My whole body is tense and I'm covered in goose bumps. "Oh, you want it now? I think you need to wait," you reply with a malicious little chuckle and a sly smile. "Ohhh...please...," I beg. I try to force my body towards you, but I'm held back by the straps around my wrists. You look down at me, grinning incessantly. You've got me right where you want me: in your bed, on my back, tied up so I have to let you tease me as much as you want. You've already taunted me for what feels like an eternity. You lean in to me and gently bite my neck and chest. You stop at my breasts and slowly suck each soft, pink nipple until it's nice and hard. I moan and squirm, hardly able to stand being so horny and not getting to cum yet. You lift my leg and trace your fingers up and down across my smooth, velvety skin. You start giving my leg light kisses from the ankle and moving down. When you reach my inner thigh, I thrust my hips toward you, sure that you're ready to finally please me. "Be patient, naughty girl," you respond. You then pick up my other leg and repeat your slow, teasing ritual. My body shivers at the slightest touch. I bite my lower lip and grip the sheets hard. I arch my spine and try to bring my wet, warm little pussy to you. Thankfully, you finally decide I've been tortured long enough. After all, you know my first orgasm just makes me want more. You spread my legs and flick your tongue across my clit. My whole body shakes violently from just that little touch. "Oh, yes, baby. Please lick me 'til I cum!" I beg between deep, panting breaths. "How bad do you want it?" "I want it so bad I can't stand it! I've never wanted it this bad!" I plead, thrashing about in tortured ecstasy. You return to my pink pussy, so wet it's almost dripping. You lick me all over, concentrating on my clit. I moan louder and louder, finally ending in a crescendo of screams as I cum so hard my whole body quivers. You lie down beside me and stroke my hair as my breathing slows. "I suppose you could untie me now, so I can return the favor." "Appealing...but I'm not done with you yet." You slide off your boxers to reveal your already hard cock. I lick my lips, hoping you'll let me have it in my mouth. Instead, you straddle me and put your big cock dangerously close to slipping in to me. You slide it slowly back and forth across my pussy. I'm so wet you slide back and forth easily, rubbing my clit as you go. I begin to squirm and moan softly. "You want that cock? You want it in your wet little pussy?" "I want it bad. Can I have it, please?" "Okay," you say, and I breathe a deep sigh of relief, knowing I finally get to be fucked. But all you give me is the tip. I buck my hips against your body to try to get more, but you pull away and giggle at me. I want to pull you back in to me, but I'm tied to the bed; helpless and forced to let you endlessly tease me. "Do you want more?" you ask, sliding just the tip slowly in and out of my warm pussy. "Please fuck me with that big, hard cock. Please, please, please fuck my pussy," I beg. Slowly you give me a bit more of your cock, and then a bit more, increasing your depth with each thrust in and out. I beg more and more frantically, much to your delight. Finally, you thrust your cock deep in to my pussy. It feels so warm and tight that you decide you're ready to fuck me. You pick up my legs and tilt my hips back to get just the right angle. You stroke your big, hard cock in and out of my wet pussy, hitting the perfect spot. I scream and claw the bed sheets as I cum over and over again. When you've had your fill of fucking me, you pull out and cum on my breasts. I can't help but smile; I'm so happy to see and feel what fucking me does for you. You untie me and I snuggle in to your chest as you wrap your arms around me. We lay there hot, sweaty, and fully satisfied...for now. "Thanks for teasing me so relentlessly," I say with a giggle. "You don't hate me for making you so crazy?" you ask, laughing too. "I may have at the time, but I liked it quite a bit in the long run." "You're so naughty." "I know," I say, "and I have a very naughty plan for next time." "Oh really?" you ask, raising your eyebrows quizzically. "Yes," I say, licking my lips. Then I whisper, "I want to play with my toys." Tied Up and Teased I arrived at the hotel room a few minutes early. It was a nice hotel - her business travel had brought her to a nice place for our first tryst. As I approached the door I began to get cold feet again. Who was this woman? She certainly was secretive for someone willing to meet a stranger naked. The only two pics I'd seen of her could be anyone - I really had no idea what she looked like. And I wouldn't find out until we were both naked. It seemed quite a risk. She could be anyone. What if she was -- well -- unattractive? Or insane? Or a guy? But I'd never know if I didn't go inside, I was telling myself as my phone chirped. A text: 'Are you close?' 'At door', I answered. I heard her phone beep through the door. The door unlatched. I took the handle and waited a few seconds before going in. The bathroom was just inside the door and I was able to duck in without entering the main area of the room. I undressed. Being naked so close to her erased many of my doubts. "This is it", I thought, looking at myself in the mirror. My dick was hard with excitement. I stepped out of the bathroom and came to face the bed. She was standing at the foot of the bed, returning my gaze. Completely nude, and shaved, as was I. She was pretty. Prettier than I had thought based on the photos. 'Hey', I said. 'Hey', she responded. Her nipples were hard but she looked nervous. 'Why don't you come over here and let me lick that chest of yours', she said. I stepped toward her, putting my hands gently on her naked hips. I leaned in to kiss her and then stopped. She was trembling like a leaf. 'Oh my God,' she said. 'I'm actually doing this. I don't even know you.' I smiled at her. 'Do you want to fix that?' She looked at my chest and arms, and the expression on my face, and smiled. She nodded and began nuzzling my right shoulder and bicep. I began to put my arms around her. She turned away, exposing her naked ass to me for the first time. It was shapely and inviting. My erection stiffened. I began to kiss the back of her neck as my throbbing erection pressed into her soft, sweet skin. She moaned and reached behind her to take me in her hand and caress me as I pressed against her. She stopped suddenly. 'I can't.' 'Why not,' I asked. 'Is everything okay?' 'What's my last name?,' she asked. 'I don't know.' 'That's why. We aren't drunk, we aren't old friends, we are just two people who don't know each other. What happens if this isn't fun? If the sex is bad, or if you don't like me, or if we can't make each other come?' She reached for her panties on the dresser and turned to face me. 'I'm sorry. We're strangers.' 'That's why it's okay', I said. 'If you were at a nude beach and saw people you work with, you would not want to undress. But if they're all strangers it's safe. It's the same reason you can tell a stranger your problems over drinks at a bar. If you'll never see her again it's safe.' 'You can be free.' 'Free?' she asked. 'How free?' 'Completely', I said. 'In this room tonight, you are freer than you've been with any partner before. There's no reason to worry about tomorrow. No expectations. Just freedom to be exactly who you want in this bed.' She looked up at me. 'I may hold you to that.' She smiled. 'After all, we're already naked. It's a shame to waste that.' I leaned forward and kissed her again. 'Hold that thought', she said, pulling back gently. She turned to her suitcase and rummaged inside for a few seconds before turning to face me, her nipples hard with excitement, a pair of handcuffs in each hand. 'So, did you mean it?' she asked. 'Yes.' She gestured to the bed. I lay back on the bare sheet with my head on the pillow. She leaned over me. 'Do you want me?' 'Yes.' 'Good.' She smiled and cuffed my left wrist to the bed. Then she slid over me -- pausing to let her thigh brush slowly against the head of my dick -- and cuffed the other wrist. She put her hands on either side of my head and lowered her face to mine. 'You see', she began, 'I have always wanted to see how hard I can make a dick get. How hard I can make it, and how much I can make the guy want me without letting him do me. At least for a while.' She smiled. 'It is pretty hard right now', I said. 'Why don't you feel it and see?' 'Oh, we've got a long way to go,' she answered. At least two hours passed as she teased me. She did everything she could think of to excite me. She kissed and licked my chest, arms, and shoulders. She kissed the insides of my thighs. She kissed and licked my dick for brief moments, occasionally letting me slide into her mouth for a second before pulling her head back and resuming whipping me into a frenzy. My erection throbbed. I couldn't remember any like it. My heart pounded and my dick felt as if it would explode. She teased me until I thought I would come without her even touching me. She teased me until it became unbearable. And more. She climbed on top of me and straddled my face. Holding her lips open to expose her clit, she lowered herself to my mouth. She was incredibly wet. I licked her clit eagerly, loving the taste and the smell of her beautiful pussy. I longed to be inside her. I licked her again and again until she began to moan. The moans turned to gasps and the gasps turned to little yelps, until at last she let out a ragged, moaning shout followed by my name in a high-pitched squeal of pleasure as she came. She backed away from my face and crawled backwards down the bed, letting my dick rub all the way up her body as she went. Halfway down she paused and licked me twice before backing away and off the bed. I thought I could take no more. I watched as she stood and returned to her suitcase. She came back holding a dildo. 'My favorite,' she said. 'You don't need it,' I responded. She smiled, then leaned over and whispered in my ear, 'Free.' She walked to the foot of the bed, turned to me, and climbed onto the mattress. She pushed my legs apart and pushed herself forward to sit between my knees, facing me. My dick throbbed with anticipation. She pushed herself closer, spreading her legs and placing her feet on either side of my thighs. Her sweet, inviting pussy was now just over a foot from my incredibly hard dick. Looking me in the eye and smiling, she began rubbing the head of the dildo against the lips of her pussy before sliding it in, gasping. Her head rocked back as she moaned, then she turned back to look me in the eye, moaning my name as if it was me inside her instead of the toy. At least ten more minutes went by like this, as she looked me in the eye and fucked herself while moaning and gasping my name. My dick was an angry, dark red by then, and my heart raced as if I had just run a mile at top speed. Finally she stopped, leaned forward, and favored my cock with one slow stroke of my dick inside her mouth. 'It's time,' she whispered, and began to straddle me. Her pussy hovered over my dick. 'Or... maybe not yet.' I gasped. She turned around and straddled me just below where she would to fuck, facing away from me this time and leaning forward. Her pussy, glistening with wetness in the light of the table lamp, beckoned. She leaned forward as if to receive me from behind, her pussy now inches from the head of my dick. She reached behind herself with the dildo and slid it in again. She moaned my name again and again as I watched the dildo, slick with her amazing wetness, pumping in and out of her. Each time she withdrew it her hand would brush against the head of my dick. This was too much. But it continued. Twenty minutes more like this. She came again and again. Each time, she screamed my name. And then she stopped. She put the dildo on the night table and brought her lips to my ear. 'Do you want me?', she asked. 'Yes.' 'I've made you like a wild animal, haven't I?' 'Yes.' 'So fuck me like one.' She stood and walked away again, her body lovely in the light. She returned with the handcuff key. She unlocked my left wrist and whispered in my ear, 'Ready... set...' As she unlocked the right cuff, she whispered, '...fuck.' I sat up, taking her forearms in my hands and then pinning her back on the bed. Her hair framed her face beautifully as she smiled up at me for a brief second before I pushed her legs apart and she gasped. I had never been so hard in my life. I slid into her, her wetness gliding against my skin. My unbelievable hardness drove into her like an iron bar through whipped cream, over and over again. She screamed in my ear as she came. She screamed my name and shrieked as her orgasm rocked through her body like an electric shock. 'Come inside me -- now.' Perfect timing - I was about to come as she spoke. I drove into her, finally coming harder than I ever had before. I came into her, filling her with my cum as she gasped and I moaned... I collapsed on top of her, panting. She kissed my ear and whispered 'That's what I've wanted to do for so long.' I responded, 'Me too.' Tied Up and Tormented Yes, I was looking for trouble. I thrive on it. I entered through the Front door into the darkened house, and threw my dusty Akubra hat down beside the door, grateful to be out of the cold biting midnight Blacksoil 'Downs' wind. By the time the cattle had been let out and I had finished work it nearly nine at night. I was still dressed in my dirty and dusty work clothes, Wrangler Jeans, long sleeve shirt, Ariats and Bull Belt hanging low on my hips. I had only paused to tie my Red Cattle Dog Pup up in her kennel, before racing inside to get out of the wind. I was late, and I knew it. But I was still annoyed as I had spoken to him about 30 minutes ago, and he knew I was that close, but had still gone to bed on me. We hadn't seen each other in a week and a half, I thought he was eager to see me; I sure as hell was to see him. I was feeling horny a week ago, by the time I was an hour away I was dreaming of fucking all night, regardless of being bone weary from my work. Knowing Jeff was fast asleep, and would sleep through anything, I went to the freezer. I was looking for Ice cubes, but settled for a bottle of frozen water. I quietly walked down the hallway to his bedroom, my heart was thumping in anticipation, and I was shaking with nerves. I stopped briefly in the bathroom and washed my face and hands. I gave my hair a quick brush, and put my hair up in my ponytail with a grin, wondering how long it would stay there. I peeled off my long sleeve shirt, and inspected my singlet, it wasn't too dusty thankfully. I thought about taking the rest of my gear off, but I just wanted to wake Jeff up and 'punish' him for going to sleep on me. I didn't know 'what' I was going to do, only that he would pay. As I exited the bathroom I could hear his soft snores and hesitated for a moment, as usually Jeff only even snored if he was exhausted. I thought back to our earlier conversation, he hadn't mentioned being over tired, and he hadn't sounded it either. Then decided that if he hadn't told me he was tired, then he wasn't. I had needs that I couldn't continue to ignore, so I grabbed a couple of jelly snakes as I headed past his Office. I was sucking on a red snake, knowing Jeff would take it off me because they were his favorites. As I crept through the darkened house to his bedroom, with only the streetlights to light my way, every floorboard that creaked when I stood on it sounded louder than a Thunderclap. His bedroom was pitch black, I couldn't even see six inches in front of me. As my eyes became more accustomed to the blackness, my other senses started to kick in. I could smell the smell that was decidedly Jeff, a mix of Imperial Leather, Cigarettes and sweat, and how I found it a turn on! As I neared his bed, I bumped into something in front of me and stopped. It was the damn Oil Heater. "Bloody hell" I muttered as I sidestepped it. His alarm clock put a weird gentle green glow across the bed. I could see his sleeping form under the blankets, my blood started zinging through my veins and my heart rate doubled. I lifted the blankets and sheet quickly and pushed the frozen bottle onto his back. "Arghhhhh!" Jeff yelled as he shuddered awake, "You BITCH." The bed complained with a groan as he grabbed me and rolled me onto my back on the bed, wrestling the frozen bottle away from me. I tingled in anticipation, as he snatched the snake from my mouth and started eating it, as he crouched over me and pressed the icy bottle to my heated skin. I gasped in pleasure, knowing his mouth would soon follow. "Hi Baby. I missed you." I sighed as his lips touched my stomach. His tongue swept over the chilled skin and his breathe warmed me. I felt my nipples tighten, and the heat start to pool in my stomach. My pussy started to tingle, and I knew I was dripping wet. He slowly moved across to my wrists, nipping my tender skin. As he moved towards my elbows his nips got rougher and he was biting harder as he moved up my arm. "I think you like it rough." he growled, as I gasped from the sting in his bites. He was watching my chest rise and fall, as he moved the Icy bottle up and gently brushed it against my nipples. Again I gasped and then moaned as his hot mouth followed. He sucked my breast deep into his mouth. All I could hear was my heartbeat pounding in my ears, and felt the warm wetness pool between my thighs. I lifted one knee up and pushed; flipping him onto his back, as I did I felt his rock hard erection pushing into me. I lifted his shirt, exposing his hairy chest to my gaze and I leant forward to gently flick his nipple with my tongue. As I lathed his nipples and stopped to nip them not so gently, I reached down and undid my thick leather belt. I very quickly gathered it and did a double loop over Jeff's wrist before he knew what was happening. I quickly buckled my belt to the twisted timber and iron bed head. I leapt over the bed to his clothes rack grabbed his work belt and dived back on top of him. Jeff had nearly undone my belt from his wrist so I kissed him and rubbed suggestively against him, taking his mind off freeing himself. I looped his belt around his other wrist. As I moved it towards his bed head, he fought briefly, "Please don't tickle my feet." he pleaded, and I shook my head to indicate I wouldn't before he would allow me to buckle it up too. I moved back down his body, kissing and nipping his skin as I moved down his neck. Jeff moaned as I sucked his nipple. "Oh shit, this isn't fair. I want to touch you." He groaned after a couple of minutes, and strained against the belts. He tried to move his fingers towards the straps to undo them, but they were just out of his reach. He strained towards me, trying to get me to kiss him, trying to push his rock hard cock against me to ease his frustration. "Uhuh." I said as I moved away from him, "You don't get to touch." I moved back to lick and suck his nipples, getting more turned on by his groaning and thrashing trying to free himself. Again he lifted his upper body off the bed and surged against the belts, straining to get free. I moved away from him, until he groaned and settled back on the bed again. I let my hair loose and gently trailed it across his body, just letting it brush across his sensitive nipples. "Why not?" his voice was roughened with desire, "Why can't I touch you?" Again he surged against his bonds. I reached up and loosened them slightly, feeling damp slick of sweat under the belts, as I didn't want him to hurt himself. He tried to lick my nipple, so I arched away from him. "Hey. I work all day, and then drove nearly three hours to find you couldn't wait 30 minutes for me to arrive, after I called you to let you know where I was. You don't deserve to touch me. I'm going to torment you as you deserve." I explained as my mouth moved back down his body. I was that close to his skin my breath moved even the finest of hairs, but still I wouldn't ease his frustration by touching him with my mouth or tongue. He started trying to work his wrist through the belts. "Behave!" I said, but he ignored me so I nipped his skin hard, unknowingly leaving a small mark which would later bruise. "Ouch!" he yelped, "Gentle. Don't bite so hard." I kissed and licked his nipple, enjoying the tang of saltiness, until he sighed and moaned again. "I'm sorry. I just drifted off, I meant to stay awake. These belts are hurting me. Will you please undo them?" he asked me as he chaffed his wrists on the belt in frustration. "Oh alright. But you still can't touch me." I replied as I loosened his ties. He rubbed his wrists for a minute as I lowered my head to his right ear and gently blew in it. I ran my tongue up and down the outside rim of his ear and then slowly down his neck, nipping as I went. By the time I reached his nipples again he was trying hard not to touch me, as I licked and sucked his nipples again, his head was rolling from side to side. "No you aren't allowed to do that either." I said as I removed his hand from where he was stroking himself, and lifted it over his head again. I replaced his hand with my tongue, running my tongue up and down his rock hard cock, lapping at the juices seeping from its head. I circled the head a few times with my tongue, and then sucked it deep into my mouth. Jeff groaned, it sounded almost pained, as I continued to work my tongue around his throbbing cock while still bobbing my head up and down. I loved feeling the ridges and the large veins running along his cock as I ran my tongue along the smooth skin of his cock. The smell of Imperial Leather with his heady musky scent was turning me on further. As I sucked it completely into my mouth I could feel the way it pushed into my throat, stretching my lips as I reached the base, while his hair tickled my nose. After another five minutes of pure torment for Jeff his hand lifted to my head, and he stroked my hair. "Oh God... You better stop that. I don't want to come just yet. Please... Can I touch you now?" his voice sounded rough and gravelly with want. "I need to touch you." I slowly worked my way up his body, licking his nipples and then nibbling on his neck. I whispered into his ear "Yes, you can touch me." It had hardly past my lips, when Jeff surged towards me, grabbing my large firm breasts to suck my nipples. I moaned deep in my throat as his fingers skittered down my body, seeking my moist heat. He parted my wet folds and slipped his finger into my pussy. "Ohhhhh." I moaned, "Oh Baby. That feels so good." Jeff caught my lips and kissed me as he rolled towards me, pushing me onto my back. I knew it was my turn, and I relished the thought of how I was about to be 'punished' for tormenting Jeff as I had. He brushed the stubble on his chin against my nipples and I gasped from the roughness against my tender skin. He licked my left nipple, sucking my breast into his mouth, and as it slid out he bit the nipple hard. "Arh arhh. Mmmm." was all I allowed myself to say as I felt the pain continue as he dragged his teeth to the end. He licked it again, using his tongue to ease the sting. His fingers were still pushing in and out of my pussy, and I felt myself getting wetter and tighter. I felt his thumb push gently on my clit. "Oh Hell, you know how to use your fingers!" I moaned as I felt another finger move down to push gently into my ass. I felt full as I was bombarded with sensations all round from his tongue and hand. "Oh Jeff, baby, I want you in me." I groaned as I could feel myself getting closer to the edge. I moaned as he moved slowly back up my body, teasing me with licks and nips. My hands sought his shoulders and I pulled at them trying to urge him to move faster, but he seemed to become even slower, running his tongue back down and around my belly button. "Oh Jeff, pleeassse." I sighed and whimpered, "Don't make me wait any longer." He moved back to my nipples, kissing and sucking them. I lifted my hips and brushed my pussy against his rock hard cock. His hips moved down a little, and he brushed his cock against my pussy, tormenting me as I sought to get his hard cock deep inside me. He was still teasing me as he lifted his head to my neck and then onto my ears, nipping and suckling at my smooth skin. I was desperate to feel his cock pushing into my pussy. Every time I lifted my hips to get him to enter me, he would move slightly and the head of his cock would rub along my slit, pushing against my clit. "Jeff! Please stop tormenting me." I growled. But he kept teasing me, so I moved my leg up and pushed, rolling him onto his back. As much as I wanted to make him pay for teasing me, I could not wait any longer. So I leaned forward to position myself and moved back slightly, lifting myself at the same time. We both groaned as his length slid into me. His hands moved down to my backside, I enjoyed the sting as he lightly smacked my buttocks. "Someone was VERY impatient. And that is very bad, isn't it?" Jeff murmured. I didn't answer as I lifted myself to ride him towards the impending orgasm I was feeling. Jeff held me up, I tried to push myself back down but he moved and smacked me again. "It is very bad isn't it Marie?" he insisted as he denied me the relief I sought. "Yesss." I replied, "Now please will you let me ride you?" I knew I was begging, but I was so horny. He rubbed me along his cock, teasing me for a few moments, before he relented and drove me onto his cock. I was in heaven. I rode his cock up and down, enjoying his size, as one of his hands lifted to my breast and he tweaked my nipple. His other hand started to slip down towards my pussy. He held his fingers against the lips of my pussy to get them lubricated, and then he moved to my ass, where he worked two into me. The feeling of being completely filled was amazing, and he moved his hand in time with my moving along his cock. I could feel the lip around the head of his cock and the large vein on the bottom as they moved inside me, stroking my walls. The base of his cock stretched my pussy lips, and the head pushed my cervix as he pushed all the way into me. I could feel the coarseness of his pubic hair against my clit. Each thrust sent me closer to the edge. I could feel his cock starting to swell even further, and I knew I wasn't far from coming myself, so I started to pick up the pace. Jeff moved the hand from my breast to my hips to urge me on. I rode him faster, slamming back onto him, as I felt myself go hurtling over the edge. Everything exploded, and I rode the waves, shuddering. Jeff removed his other hand and lifted me a few more times as he too joined me in climax. I felt his cum spurt into me, as he half-heartedly lifted me up and down a few more times. I laid forward on him I felt the sweat on our bodies, and I could feel our combined fluids seep out of me. I rested on top of him for a few minutes enjoying the afterglow, until he smacked my buttocks and said "Righto, let's go get cleaned up." I groaned and moved off him. He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the En suite where he had a Spa bath. Tied Up and Used "Come on. Tell me!" "Nooo," April whined as she walked past me, leafing through the plastic wrapped costumes hanging from the wall. "And stop asking me." "Fine," I conceded, turning back and selecting a skimpy school girl outfit from a nearby rack. "How about this one?" "Ummm," she said, eyeing my chosen costume with sceptical reluctance. "That's a little too slutty." "That's kind of the point!" I stated with emphasis, placing the package back on the metal hook. "It's a porn star party. You have to dress slutty." "Yeah, I've been meaning to bring this up," she said casually, turning back to examine the store's selection. "What exactly is a 'porn star party'? I mean...it sounds like an excuse to get girls to dress in slutty little costumes." I let out a light laugh at my girlfriend's comment and nodded slightly. "Actually...that's pretty much exactly what it is." My friend Will had been throwing his annual porn star party for the last few years. As with Halloween parties, it was simply an excuse to dress up in provocative costumes and get drunk. We had found out early on, that anytime people dressed up in costumes, they generally had a better time. The salacious nature of the porn star theme also encouraged a somewhat sexually liberated atmosphere in which good times were usually had by all. "That's what I thought," April muttered, trying to hide her smile. "Oh, and now you have a problem being slutty?" I teased. "I seem to remember a couple weeks ago..." Okay, okay," she said, cutting me off as her face began to turn a shade of deep red. "You don't need to remind me." I kept any further comment to myself as we continued to peruse the vast selection of overpriced costumes that the store had to offer. Since her last erotic encounter with Will and Mark, April had grown somewhat inhibited regarding sex, although my lust had increased tenfold. I was hoping that Will's party would help her rekindle her sexual appetite once again and shed some of the post-orgasmic shame that she had been feeling since the kinky threesome. "Ahhgg," she groaned, looking at one of the price tags with disdain. "These are all so expensive. You'd think that outfits with so little material would be a lot cheaper." "Oh, I'll pay for it," I said simply as April turned to me, her eyes lifting with optimism. "If...you let me pick it out." I expected her to refuse, but to my surprise she readily agreed. "Okay," she said cautiously. "But nothing too sleazy." I smiled a devious grin and rubbed my hands together as I scanned the wall for the skimpiest outfit I could find. "The Party Store," as it was so aptly named, had the largest selection of costumes I had ever seen. Our needs however, had brought us to the corner of the store labelled "Adult Costumes." "So does this mean I get to pick out your costume?" April asked, her eyes being drawn to the men's section. "Oh, I 'm not dressing up," I muttered casually, not even looking up from my task. "Excuse me?" she blurted out, turning to face me, her hands on hips as her eyes narrowed with feigned anger. "Guys don't have to," I clarified, examining a particularly skimpy angel ensemble with definite interest. "Just girls." "Oh I don't think so," she stated adamantly. "If I'm dressing up...you are dressing up!" "Fine," I conceded with a laugh. "You can pick something out for me...but only if you tell me what your dirtiest fantasy is." All day I had been interrogating my girlfriend regarding her dirtiest, nastiest fantasy. Her reluctance to answer had only heightened my interest to the point where I couldn't get it out of my mind. I wasn't sure if she was embarrassed by it, or simply wished to revert back to the good girl image she had worked so hard to cultivate prior to her recent forays into the world of kinky sex. "Ahhhgggg, fine!" she groaned, finally conceding to my relentless questioning. "I'll tell you." "Okay, I'm waiting." "You mean right now? Here?" "Why not?" I said with a shrug. "This place is pretty much empty. April glanced around nervously, her eyes scanning the empty store as I patiently waited for her reply. "Okay...," she proceeded reluctantly. "But remember this is just a fantasy! It's not something that I would ever want to actually happen." "Sure, sure," I said, my curiosity peaking with ever word she spoke. "Come on, let's hear it." "Well...sometimes when I fantasize, I think about...being kidnapped." "Kidnapped?" I answered with genuine surprise. "Yeah...," she continued, growing bolder with her confession. "And they blindfold me and tie me up somewhere..." "They? How many are there?" "I don't know," she admitted, her voice growing quiet. I never know. They just tie me up and all take turns..." I could feel my dick pulsing to life as I waited with baited breath for my girlfriend to continue her story. "...they all take turns...fucking me...in the butt." "Wow," was the only word my gaping mouth could produce. I had expected her fantasy to be somewhat dirty, but I was truly taken aback by what my inquiring had uncovered. "That's...pretty fucking hot." April blushed and managed half a smile as she turned back to the costumes. I wanted to delve deeper into April's naughty mind, but I knew that there would be more appropriate places. My arousal however, was peaking and I decided to focus that energy into picking my girlfriend out the sluttiest costume I could find. "And...we have a winner!" I exclaimed, snatching my chosen outfit from the wall. April wrinkled her cute little nose with disgust as inspected my choice. "French maid?" she groaned, grabbing the plastic wrapped costume from me. "Isn't that a bit cliché? The party will probably be crawling with girls in maid outfits." "Yeah, but none as hot as you," I countered, with a big, phony, over-the-top smile. "Aright," she said bluntly as she shoved the costume into my chest. "My turn." I smiled as I examined the costume I had picked, trying to picture my girlfriend wearing the meager outfit. April smiled contentedly as she looked on, determined to clothe me in an equally embarrassing fashion. "Hmmm," she hummed to herself, grabbing a costume off the wall. "I have always had a thing for firemen..." "Is that your choice?" I asked, reaching for the plastic wrapped garment. "Nah," she answered, placing it back on the rack. "Not skimpy enough." I laughed as she continued searching. "This isn't fair," she muttered with exasperation. "There's not nearly as many men's costumes here. And they aren't nearly as revealing as the women's stuff." I smiled in agreement. It was true. The men's selection was barely one tenth the size of the female's. "Yes!" April blurted out suddenly, finding something of interest crammed against the wall, behind the others. "Now this is what I'm talking about." My expression turned horrified as she pulled out a gladiator costume, consisting of only a leather kilt with two corresponding leather straps that crossed the chest. "Ummm," I began, frowning as I looked on. "Is it too late to call the deal off?" "Yep," she answered as a beaming smile of contentment crossed her pretty face. I reluctantly paid for the costumes before April and I went out for lunch. As I sat there, looking at her from across the table, I couldn't stop thinking about the fantasy that she had revealed. I had been worried that her interest in anal sex had waned somewhat since that night in the hotel room, but obviously my fears were unfounded. My sexual interest on the other hand had grown to unsurpassed levels since that night. The odd mixture of jealousy and lust involved in seeing my girlfriend getting fucked by two guys in front of me had imprinted a lasting impression on my sexual psyche. I had been thinking about how to progress our already kinky sex life to new levels. Now, with April's revealing of her naughty fantasy, I was faced with an abundance of new mental pictures. I knew that many women had 'forced' or 'kidnapping' fantasies, but I was nonetheless surprised to find my girlfriend among them. Halfway through our meal, I excused myself to go to the bathroom, stepping inside and locking the door behind me. I pulled out my cell phone and called Will. I had an idea. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I cringed as I looked into the mirror, seeing myself dressed in the ridiculous costume staring back at me. I was thankful that my body still retained some of the tan I had accumulated during the summer, saving the other party goers from subjecting themselves to the blinding whiteness of my naturally pale skin. "Ready?" I called out to April in the next room. "Ready," she called back. I took one more look at myself in the mirror before stepping out into the bedroom as we viewed each other's costumed appearance for the first time. April giggled as she saw me, but I could only stare with amazement as she stood before me in the provocative outfit. Void of the bountiful, frilly borders usually seen on French maid costumes, this one consisted of a relatively snug fitting black chemise that came down just below the ass. The majority of the outfit was made from a sheer, see-through material with the exception of the front which was covered by a thinly ruffled white fabric that covered most of her breasts, stretching from her chest down to her stomach. Through the sheer material hugging her sexy, toned hips I could make out a pair of black panties underneath. April's legs, up to mid-thigh, were covered by a pair of fishnet stockings, which although not part of the costume, fit very well with the rest outfit. Completing the look, was a pair of tall, black high-heels that made her appear taller than her actual 5'5 frame. The whole outfit resembled something that was meant for the bedroom instead of a Halloween or costume party. She had opted not to wear the little white hat that had come with the costume, as she didn't want it to mess her impeccably styled, dirty blonde hair which was tied back, allowing a perfect view of her slender neck, adorned by a thin, black choker. Her skin, smooth and tanned, looked as perfect as ever, highlighting her sparkling green eyes as she viewed me up and down. "Not bad," she stated, smiling with amusement as I stood before in a state of embarrassment. "I think I like that look on you." "Likewise," I returned, eyeing my girlfriend with a creeping lecherous gaze. April seemed to grow more self conscious under my prying eyes as she looked down to examine her scarcely clothed body. "I can't believe I'm actually going to go out like this," she said with a shake of her head. "I think my outfit is a little bit more embarrassing than yours," I said matter-of-factly as I held my arms out in presentation. "I mean...look at this thing!" "Oh, I don't know," she said, her voice taking on a seductive feminine tone. "I think it outlines quite a few of your more...attractive qualities." "Really?" I answered with a smile, shifting around in my leather kilt. "You know, this thing is actually very comfortable." "You know...," April purred, sauntering over to me in a seductive manner. "We could just skip the party and...stay in?" I smiled as I looked down into my girlfriend's sexy green eyes and whispered. "Not a chance." * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * I drove to the party and parked my car on the street in front of Will's house. To cover her meagrely clothed body, April had covered herself in a long winter coat, even though the weather was far from cold. I raised objection however, when she stepped out of the vehicle, still wearing it. "Uh uh," I said with a wave of my finger. "The coat stays in the car." "Ugh, fine," April murmured, slipping off the large overcoat and tossing it in the back seat. I smiled with smug satisfaction as I viewed my girlfriend's enticing outfit, taking her hand as we made our way up to the front door. I could hear the sound of music from within as I rang the doorbell and waited for an answer. I was just about to open the door myself, when it swung open to reveal Will standing before us dressed in a red Hugh Heffner-like smoking jacket and half filled glass in his hand. "Well, hello there," he greeted with enthusiasm, glancing at me for a moment before his eyes became locked on my girlfriend and her lascivious outfit. He stood aside as we entered the house, although his eyes never left April, watching her from behind as she sauntered inside. "Damn April," he exclaimed as the door slammed shut. "That's got to be the sluttiest costume yet!" "Thanks," she returned half heartedly, glaring at me as her cheeks blushed with a reddish glow. "Damon picked it out." We immediately got some drinks, as both of us were dying to hide some of our embarrassment behind a veil of blissful intoxication. It seemed that the party was just beginning, as a steady stream of guests began to arrive shortly after us, filling the large house with a large number of slutty nurses, naughty schoolgirls and sexy cheerleaders. As I expected, many of the male guests had chosen not to dress up, although no one seemed to care. I was more surprised to find that I hardly knew anyone else there. Will and I, although friends, travelled in slightly different circles so it was not uncommon to find myself the odd man out during these types of events, but I usually recognized more than a few. April and I did share an awkward moment however, when we ran into Mark, who had been Will's partner in crime when they had double teamed my girlfriend two weeks earlier. He was dressed as a football player, wearing only the tight fitting pants and the shoulder pads, leaving the rest of his well-muscled body uncovered with the exception of two black marks under each of his eyes. I could sense April's discomfort as we exchanged cordial pleasantries, so I quickly found an excuse to leave him and his monotonous conversational skills behind. Surprisingly, there were no other French maids at the party although I made a point of reminding April that aside from a couple girls wearing only lingerie, she had by far the sluttiest costume there. As the night wore on and the booze kept flowing, she became less and less self conscious about her scandalous appearance and even posed for a few risqué pictures. As the main floor of the house became quite crowded, many of us headed down to the basement, which afforded a much more breathable atmosphere. As soon as we entered the large rec room, we were immediately called over and challenged to a game of doubles pool by Will. Although April's billiard skills were horrendous, I hoped that Will's female partner would be just as bad. Her name was Tori and I recognized her as a waitress that worked in the same bar where Will was employed as a bartender. She and Will had been having an ongoing physical relationship over the past few months although they had both made it perfectly clear that they were still both single. Tori was dressed in a dominatrix-like outfit with a tight fitting latex dress and knee high black boots. Her dark hair was tied back in a long pony tail and her eyes surrounded by an ominous looking amount of dark eyeshadow. Although she looked quite intimidating, I had always known her to be friendly and funny. "Hi," she greeted cheerfully, offering her hand to my girlfriend. "I'm Tori. I love your outfit!" As the girls exchanged pleasantries, Will handed me a pool cue and flashed me a knowing smirk. "Rack em up," he ordered, reaching for a piece of blue chalk. As I placed the balls within the plastic triangle, I glanced over at April who was looking at the table with a fond reminiscing gaze. After all, it was on that very table that my girlfriend had been bent over when Will had taken her anal virginity those many weeks ago. "I bet this brings back memories huh?" Will blurted out, grinning from ear to ear as he ran his hand over the smooth felt surface. April blushed and hid her slightly embarrassed smile by taking a sip from her glass. Tori swapped gazed with all of us as a look of confusion overtook her face. "What does that mean?" she asked, growing intrigued by the cryptic conversation. "Oh nothing," Will answered, brushing aside her query as began to line up his first shot. "April just really likes pool. Don't you April?" She blushed a deeper shade of red. Although she had been reluctant at the time, April had later confessed that the whole situation had been a complete and total turn on. Aside from opening her eyes to the joys of anal pleasure, she had admitted that being thought of as a prize to be won in a game was a fantasy that continued to entice her. "You know...," Will said, just as he was about to take his shot. "All this reminiscing has given me an idea..." "Oh yeah?" April muttered, watching him with suspicion. "And what might that be?" "Why don't we make another bet?" My girlfriend remained silent, although I could see a spark of interest flash across her emerald hued eyes. "And what would we be betting?" "Well...how about...," he began as if still thinking, although everyone knew he already had specific stakes in mine. "...the winner gets...the loser's girl for the night." April's eyes went wide as we all stood there for a moment, processing Will's naughty proposal. "I didn't know Tori was 'your girl' I said after a brief awkward silence. "Well for the purposes of this game, she will be," he explained, looking over at Tori for validation. "Is that okay with you?" "Yeah, I think I can handle that," she answered with a smile as she inspected my body with those dark, sultry eyes. "April?" I was actually unsure of how my girlfriend would react to such a proposal. Although I had shared her with Will on two separate occasions now, we had never discussed the idea of me being with another woman. She had always been quite jealous by nature so I had yet to bring the subject up. I knew she liked being 'shared' with other men, but I wasn't sure if that desire was strong enough to overcome her jealously. I looked over at her, studying her expression intently as the three of us awaited her response. "Sure," she said after a few seconds of contemplation. "Let's do it." She was trying to sound nonchalant, but I could sense the fires of arousal growing within my girlfriend as she sipped with restrained excitement from her glass. "Alright then," Will proclaimed with a satisfied grin as she leaned over the table to begin. "Game on." Will and Tori got off to a strong start, sinking two balls off the break and then another one on the next shot. I glanced over at April with a worrisome expression, although she seemed to be more excited than fearful. I sank one ball, but then missed my next shot, handing my cue to April as Tori stepped up. As the game went on, the party progressed around us, the rest of the guests oblivious to our game or its erotic outcome. As April took her turn, Will stepped behind her as she bent over the table to take her shot. His lust-filled eyes became transfixed on her backside as she bent over and the transparent top of her outfit slipped upwards, exposing her cute little round ass, encased in a pair of tiny black panties. "Mmmm," Will hummed, loud enough for April to become distracted and miss her shot. The game proceeded with a predictable pattern with Will and I usually sinking a ball, while the girls generally missed. I was beginning to wonder if they were both trying to lose on purpose in order to get what they really wanted. After making a brief comeback, I tied the game with one ball remaining for each team. Tori however finally sank one during her turn, although she missed the next shot. Tied Up and Used April then surprised me by hitting her shot, leaving just the eight ball remaining in a relatively easy position near one of the corner pockets. I swallowed hard as my girlfriend lined up her final shot. I glanced over at Tori, and began to wonder what it be like to have her for the night. I was one easy shot away. The three of us held our breath as April slid the cue back and struck forward. The little white ball struck the black ball lightly on the side, sending it skitting off to the side as the cue ball proceeded onward, rolling with agonizing slowness towards the pocket. I then watched with my heart racing as it dropped directly into the little hole. April froze in the position as Will's face lit up with exuberance. "Looks like you're all mine," he stated with a smug grin as he tossed the cue down onto the table. I glanced over at Tori to gauge her reaction, but she seemed to be unbothered by the game's outcome. April stood up with a look of innocent disappointment, although I had a sneaking suspicion that she was merely attempting to withhold her excitement. "Hmmm," Will murmured, as she walked towards my girlfriend as she stood sheepishly beside the table. "Now what shall I do with you?" April's eyes remained cast downward as we walked around her, his eyes roaming her body with a lustful hunger as she stood motionless. Closing in on her, he pressed himself against her ass and pinned her against the table as he hissed into her ear. "Maybe I should bend you over this table like last time, so everyone can watch while I fuck you up the ass." My eyes widened with surprise at his lewd suggestion. Although, I knew that April would willingly fuck him, I wasn't sure she would do it with an audience. Before she could react however, he spoke again. "Don't worry," he said calmly, reaching down to give her supple ass a playful squeeze through her little black panties. "I actually have a better idea." With that, Will took my girlfriend's hand and began to lead her through the room as I watched them go. He paused for a moment at the doorway to an adjoining room and looked back at me with a cocky smirk before taking April inside. As the door closed behind them, I swallowed hard, remaining motionless as Tori walked over to me. "You really don't mind this at all?" she asked with amazement. I just turned to her and smiled. By now the party was beginning to wind down as guests began a gradual procession from the house. I also noticed several people wandering through the door at the other side of the basement, where Will had taken my girlfriend. As my curiosity peaked, I began to make my way over as well. Before I could even reach the door however, my cell phone rang, vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out and answered. "She's ready," Will's voice said quietly from the other end. My heart began to race even faster as I closed my phone and proceeded on my way. I opened the door and entered a narrow hallway where I noticed several guys milling around casually. At the other end was an open doorway, in which I could see more people standing around. I pushed my way through and entered the room, as my jaw dropped open with amazement. In the middle of the room was a small table, over which my girlfriend was bent in a lewd but inviting fashion. Her arms were pulled out to each side, fastened to the table legs with black, leather straps, holding her torso flat against the surface. Her fishnet covered legs were trembling with anticipation as she waited in the exposed position, her bare ass peeking out from under the short skirt of her maid's outfit. April's eyes were covered with a black blindfold while her little black panties were rolled up and shoved neatly into her mouth as a makeshift gag. It was quite possibly the hottest thing I had ever seen. Beside her, Will was standing in a proud pose as people continued to filter in to admire his handiwork. Before long, the walls were lined with spectators, all gawking lewdly at the obscene spectacle as I also watched in amazement, my cock swelling to rigidity within my pants. "Who's first?" Will asked, holding a thin tube of lubricant in the air. Mark was the first to step forward, reaching out his hand as Will tossed him the lube. I was about to ask April if she was okay the situation, but I decided to hold back, watching her face closely for any sign of objection. Her breathing rate seemed to be increased, her torso rising and falling with each anticipatory breath until she felt her tiny dress being pushed up. April held her breath for a brief moment as Mark eyed her supple, tanned ass with a look of hungry craving as he slathered this well-sized cock with lubricant. My girlfriend's ass looked exquisite in the dim light of the small room and my own dick ached with desire as I watched Mark pry her tight little cheeks apart and drop a small dollop of spit onto her winking hole. She let out a quiet moan as she began to realize what was about to happen. I thought Mark might go for the pussy first, but to my surprised we went straight for her ass. His dick was larger than average, so I was slightly concerned about how my girlfriend would be able to handle it without any prior warming up. With his face appearing as a mask of utter concentration, he gripped his shaft firmly in his hand as her pressed his bulbous, shimmering head into the center of her enticing little star. April's subtle whimpering soon turned into a muffled moan as she felt her tight little asshole stretching to accommodate the girth of Mark's plunging cock. Will smiled a devilish grin as he watched with enjoyment as his friend's dick slowly disappeared into my girlfriend's accepting anus. Along the wall, a few of the spectators had fished their cocks out of their pants and began stroking them as they enjoyed the show. I wasn't sure if they were doing it out of pleasure or out of preparation, hoping to be the next to enter April's sweet little inviting hole. "Uggghhhh," she groaned as her body writhed atop the table, her cries of anguish absorbed by the pair off wet underwear jammed into her mouth. Her apparent discomfort only seemed to arouse Mark further and he pushed his thick cock deeper into her tightly gripping ass. Will walked over and stoked her hair in a loving fashion in an attempt to calm her, although his expression showed only lustful elation as she squirmed under his hand. "How's that ass feel?" he asked Mark. "As good as last time?" "Better!" his friend answered, clenching his teeth as he began to draw his rigid pole back out with agonizing slowness. "It's so fucking tight!" Will smiled and reached down to paw his own cock through his pants as he continued to watch as Mark plunged back into my girl's tiny asshole with a rapid, forceful descent. As his strokes progressed, he was soon fucking April's tiny butt with long, slow thrusts, driving deep inside her with each one. "Uh...uh...uh...uh," April whimpered every time Mark's balls slapped her flushed pussy lips. As he continued to violate my girlfriend's tender hole, his long, deep strokes turned to short, rapid thrusts as his body began to tense. His finger's gripped her taut little cheeks, peeling her ass open to admit his throbbing rod as the table shifted and squeaked under her. Mark then let out a low growl and he closed his eyes, tossing his bed back with orgasmic elation. April's gagged mouth produced a muffled squeal as she felt his hot jism jetting inside her, filling her tight little tunnel with a coating of hot cum. Mark breathed a sigh of relief as drew his shimmering cock from my girlfriend's clenching hole, watching it snap shut, locking his juices inside its tight embraces. As he stepped away, another guy was quick to rush in and stake his claim to my April's exposed orifice. I had never met him before, although I knew his name was Alex. He was tall and thin with a cock that, fittingly enough, was long and skinny as well. He gave me one thankful glance before aiming his slender pole directly into my girlfriend's little pink rosebud. Not bothering to apply any lube, he just placed his tip to her opening and pushed. As April moaned and wailed into the saliva drenched panties, Will became overwhelmed with arousal and pulled his dick out of his pants. As Alex was easing his way into her tiny, lubed asshole, Will removed the underwear from her mouth. April immediately gasped for air but she soon felt her lips wrapped around Will's dick as he thrust it forcefully inside. She coughed and gagged a bit as he pushed it into the back of her throat, grabbing her hair and holding her head in place. As he withdrew, I could see her saliva streaming down his shaft and soaking his balls before he pushed back into her mouth. She moaned around the dick in her mouth as she felt her ass penetrated deeply by Alex's plunging cock. I noticed a sadistic glint flash across Will's eyes as his pleasure seemed to increase with my girlfriend's apparent discomfort. He even pulled his wet cock from her panting mouth and slapped it lewdly across her lips as she groaned, her asshole stretching tautly around Alex's prodding dick. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Tori standing at the doorway, eyes wide with amazement. She cast me a stare as if to question April's treatment, but I just smiled and shrugged. I looked back to Alex, whose eyes were locked on my girlfriend's backside as her tiny asshole hugged his slender cock. He was now stroking in and out with deeper, forceful thrusts as Will did the same to her face, snickering with every gag or cough his stabbing dick elicited. It was strange watching my girlfriend be thoroughly used in such an obscene manner, but it was definitely turning me on. "Let's trade places," Will suggested, sliding his cock from April's spit splattered lips. Alex seemed surprised but agreed nonetheless, withdrawing his long pole from her clutching asshole. The two switched places, with Will quickly stabbing his dick between April's firm little cheeks as she purred with approval. "Fuck I love this ass," he exclaimed, as he pushed past her reamed orifice and slid deep inside as the table rocked forward under the force of the thrust. April gasped from the startling thrust, her little pink lips opening into a pleasurable pant. Alex held his dick firmly by the base as he aimed it towards her open mouth. I could see his shaft glistening with lube as well as the remnants of Mark's cum, as he slipped it over her tongue. Her lips locked around the thin rod and she immediately began bobbing her head back and forth as she tasted the mixture of cum and lubricant, apparently unbothered by the fact that it had just come from her ass. Alex's mouth curled into a sinister smile as he watched his shaft sliding in between my girlfriend's lips, prompting her to take him deeper with a gentle hand to the back of her head. Will, on the other hand, was not so gentle. Peeling her ass cheeks back in order to gain a more enticing visual, he spit down onto his half buried shaft before sinking deep into her tight little ass channel. "You like this don't you slut?" he remarked, giving April a firm slap on the ass. "Mmm, hmm," she moaned, her purring voice muffled my Alex's pulsing cock. Her approval only provoked him further, and he stung her reddened cheek with another open handed strike. "Come on," he urged Alex. "Grab her fucking hair and fuck her face!" Complying with his friend's suggestion, he grabbed a handful of April's shimmering dirty blonde hair and wrapped his long fingers around a thick clump before pumping his hips into her. His hanging, saliva-covered balls slapped lewdly against her chin as he proceeded to use my girlfriend's mouth as his own personal jerk-off toy. As her lips tightened around his thrusting shaft, his deep gagging strokes shortened and he reached down to wrap a thumb and forefinger around his base. With his swollen head still buried in her mouth, he started to stroke his cock, his hand battering April's lips as it pumped back and forth. "Fuck!" Alex blurted out as his face contorted into a comical scowl and his cock began to twitch in her mouth. He gave three more short pumps, his quivering dick shooting cum into April's mouth. As he pulled away, her lips parted and a thin stream of white cream dribbled down her chin before Alex stopped it with his finger, wiped it up and pushed it back into her mouth as she sucked it down. Will's face again lit up with excitement as his friend stepped away. He quickly unsheathed his dick from her abused asshole and moved around the table once again. "Who's next?" he called out as she took her by the hair and grinned down into her flushed, panting face. Without a word, another guest stepped forward, his cock already throbbing in his hand. I knew him as "Theo". He was a quiet, athletic guy that always struck me as a little creepy. His strange looking eyes reminded me of a vampire or serial killer, with a cold, empty quality. He apparently wanted no part of my girlfriend's ass, instead opting for a shot at her exposed pussy. Planting his tip between her wet, pink folds, he wiggled his hips to get inside her before thrusting home with a single, forceful thrust. Again April moaned with surprise as Will held her firmly by the hair and batted his glistening cock against her outstretched tongue. As Theo started to fuck her with a fury that far outmatched the previous men, Will shoved his dick back into her mouth. "Yeah, suck that cock," he seethed, her cheeks bulging from his pumping member. "Suck it while he fucks your dirty little cunt." As I watched with growing arousal, Tori made her way over to stand beside me. "This is the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen," she whispered to me, her eyes locked on the obscene spectacle. "Kind of makes me wish I had a dick." I smiled in response as we continued to watch my girlfriend being fucked from both ends. Apparently April's tight little pussy was too much for Theo to handle, as his furious strokes soon culminated in a savage orgasm that almost tipped the entire table over. I could see her tanned ass cheeks quivering under the relentless force as Theo completed his series of hard, wet, thrusts and then pulled his leaking cock from her pussy. All three of April's holes had now received a load of cum, but there was no sign of stopping anytime soon. "I want to fuck every hole on her body," Ryan exclaimed as he stepped forward to join the fray. One of Will's best friends, I had met Ryan on numerous occasions, along with his girlfriend Sheena. I wondered what she would think about her boyfriend dipping his cock into April's various orifices. Ryan obviously cared little for what those thoughts might be as he as he wasted no time in filling my girlfriend's dripping wet pussy with his moderately sized cock. No sooner had April's pussy been filled, than Will was forced to pull his dick of her gasping mouth. With his fingers still clutching her by the hair, his fist pumped furiously at his spit-covered cock, before shooting his long awaited load into her unsuspecting face. The white stream splashed first against the blindfold, dripping down her cheek before Will aimed lower and sent the rest of his hot cum spattering across her lips and chin. As he squeezed out the last drop onto her face, he smiled with contentment and stepped back, eager to relinquish his place to the next person to step up. Theo continued to pummel April's pussy from behind as Tori urged me forward to take Will's place. I decided to stay back however, preferring to watch my girlfriends holes continue to be used and abused. Instead, a guy named Joe stepped up to sample her mouth, unleashing his six-inch cock as his pants fell around his ankles and he staggered up to her face. Theo continued to fuck her pussy with slow, rhythmic thrusts, his hands caressing her body as Joe pushed his dick into her mouth. A few minutes later, Ryan decided to switch holes, and pulled his wet cock out of April's well-fucked pussy, placing it at the entrance to her tiny, cum filled asshole. She purred in response, obviously anxious to get another dick inside her insatiable anus. After a few false starts, he managed to work his slippery head past the tight muscular ring before sliding in deep inside. My girlfriend's ass was relaxed enough by now, that Ryan was able to quicken the pace quite rapidly and slide in and out with relative ease. Just as he was building up a good rhythm however, Will ordered the two men to switch. What then occurred, was a nasty, ass-to-mouth merry go round as Joe and Ryan continued to alternate between my girlfriend's two abused orifices as the remaining audience cheered the salacious spectacle. Minutes later, as Joe was serving his third tour of duty in April's ravaged asshole, he finally succumbed to the intolerable sensation, clutching her quivering cheeks as he spilled his jism inside her. As he yanked his spent cock out of her tiny hole, a rivulet of trickling cum followed, dripping down the back of her trembling thigh. "Shoot another load in her ass!" Will cheered, urging Ryan to follow Joe's lead as he continued to direct the participants like some kind of sadistic, lust-driven ringmaster. April gasped for breath as Joe slipped his hard cock from her tired mouth and moved around to her backside. Knowing what was coming, she braced herself and bit her lip as she felt her slutty little asshole filled for the umpteenth time that night. Joe closed his eyes and began to thrust away, his dick evoking a lewd slurping sound from her jizz-filled tunnel as he increased to an orgasmic crescendo and painted her insides with yet another load of warm, cum. "I want to see you fuck her," Tori prompted, urging me forward as she whispered in my ear like some kind of mischievious little devil. I finally agreed, and stepped forward as the rest of the guys gathered around. As I took out my dick, I began to wonder if my girlfriend would recognize my cock among the others. I stepped up, pausing for a moment to relish in the nasty sight before me, gazing up and down April's body from her fishnet stockings to her tiny, reddened asshole which was now leaking cum as it clenched and pulsed with every breath she took. I first slipped my dick into her pussy, which now was impossibly wet. There was also a slimy contribution from Theo, which I tried my best not to think about as I started to fuck April's hole with smooth, gliding strokes. Tori approached with growing interest, a mischievious glint flashing across her sultry, dark eyes. She placed her hands on my girlfriend's ass cheeks and spread her open as she watched my cock plunging in and out with a sexy smile. "Oooh," she said softly as she eyed April's glistening wet ass. "Look at that poor little hole." As my hips butted into the back of my girlfriend's thighs, shaking her body with each thrust, Tori reached down and wiggled her middle finger into April's slippery little asshole. "Oooo," she exclaimed, twisting her finger around as I watched with amazement. "There's a lot of cum in here." She then pulled her skinny digit from the clenching orifice, glistening with the cum of three other guys. She held it up with admiration before reaching around and slipping it into April's mouth. Will cheered in response to the dirty manoeuvre, as my girlfriend moaned and sucked the mixture of cum from Tori's finger. "Maybe you should sample some of that?" Will taunted as Tori let out a playful giggle. "You think I won't," she shot back with child-like grin. "I dare you," Will answered, pressing her further. Tori shrugged her shoulders and shoved her fingers back into April's cum filled asshole, sliding them back and forth before pulling them free and sliding them into her mouth. Again the guys cheered as she flashed another smile and wiped a small white droplet from the corner of her mouth. Tied Up and Used Watching Tori's naughty antics had increased my arousal to unbearable level and I was determined to make the rounds on my girlfriend's holes as well. Pulling my cock from her pussy, I placed my throbbing tip against her little wet ass as Tori held her cheeks widely spread. I pushed and watched as my dick sink easily into April's smooth, tight tunnel. It was an odd sensation, as my cock slipped inside, feeling the slimy warmth of the cum that had already been deposited there. As I fucked her, Will took out his cell phone and started taking pictures of the unsavoury scene, snapping a few close-ups of my cock firmly embedded in her clenching hole. I gradual increased to a rapid pace, driving into her ass hard as she moaned and squealed with wanton lust. "You like that cock up your ass?" Will asked, kneeling down and hissing into her ear as he grabbed her roughly by the hair. "Yes!" April gasped. Hearing my girlfriend's voice enticed me to move to her mouth, and I stepped back as my cock slipped free of her clenching embrace. Moving around to her head, I held myself firmly by the base and slapped my wet, cum-covered pole across her open mouth. She parted her lips and stuck her tongue out, panting with desperation before I shoved it into the back of her throat. As soon as her mouth closed around my shaft, I held her head and began to pump my hips back and forth. As I continued to treat myself to a rare face fucking experience, Will called the last participant in to take his share. Mike was Mark's little brother, and at eighteen years old, was still a virgin. He had never been inside a woman, but now he was standing before a complete smorgasbord of sexual pleasure. Taking after his brother however, he went straight for the ass. April moaned around my cock as she felt her asshole being pried open once again, this time by Mike's thick, virgin rod. Although lacking in experience, he more than made up for his shortcomings with an abundance of horny, teenage zeal. He quickly forced himself inside and slid his dick deep into April's hungry hole as I pumped my cock into her lips, my balls slapping her face with each thrust. I held off for as long as I could, before pulling out and shooting a very large load of cum into my girlfriend's panting mouth. The copious deluge of creamy fluid spilled onto her tongue and splattered her cheeks and chin, painting her beautiful visage with a canvas of slimy, white jism. As soon as I had squeezed the last drop from my pulsing dick, Will was there to capture the after effects with his cell phone, smiling as he took the pictures of April's blindfolded, cum-covered face. Mike soon reached his climax as well, shuddering with delight as he pumped yet another creamy load into my girlfriend's thoroughly used asshole. Again, Will was quick to document the occasion, taking several lewd close-ups of April's reamed, ravaged hole as it pulsed and clenched, leaking cum down over her flushed pussy lips. As the guys filed out of the small room, I sat back and took a deep breath as I processed what had just happened. With the room now empty, I untied April, allowing her to stand up and slip the blindfold from her eyes. We shared a brief shameful stare, both realizing that a filthy fantasy had just been met. "You set this whole thing up didn't you?" she asked, smirking with an accusatory stare. I just smiled. "You missed that last shot on purpose didn't you?" I asked. April just smiled. The End Check out April's previous adventures in "The Prize" and "April's Anal Adventure." Tied Up at Work Work has been soo much better since last Friday, let me tell you. I work as a display artist for a major department store (you've surely heard of it). Anyway what I do is create all the in-store displays, decorations, themes, department design etc. I have a boss and 1 co-worker, the boss has a office upstairs and my co-worker and I have a studio attached to the main warehouse. On Friday I'm the first to get to work and my co-worker arrives shortly after. She greets me with "What's up pumpkin boy...wanna coffee" ("pumpkin boy" cause it's close to Halloween and we're doing the usual, you know). She says it with a really spunky attitude and a smile which was somewhat of a surprise since she's usually pretty subdued and not interested in much idle banter, plus she's never offered me a coffee before. So I said, "Wo what's with the new attitude, what happened, did you finally get 'some' last night". She said "Ha ha...wouldn't you like to know", again with a real spunky attitude, she seemed to be waiting for an answer. I didn't think I should go there so I just said "I haven't seen you this perky the whole time you've worked here, something must have happened". She said "Well if you insist, I broke up with my boyfriend last night". This was a shock cause I didn't even know she had a boyfriend. I thought she was such an ice-queen that she would never find a man. I guess I had the whole thing wrong. Not that she's not cute, in fact she is quite fine and I've had trouble keeping my mind on the job at times. She's about 5'3" and I guess a 34C, nice ass and really pretty face (when she smiles). Anyway I offered her my sympathy but she said it was actually a relief and she felt total freedom now. So the day went ahead almost as usual, except she was giving me shots and flirting all day and it was really getting to me. I was really starting to imagine the possibilities with this girl. It's almost 5 o'clock and I'm trying to finish a display that has to go out for Saturday morning. She's hanging around waiting for me and continuing with the teasing. "Come on...I wanna get out of here, I have a hot Friday night planned now that I'm single", she says, giving me a gentle boot in the butt. "If you don't stop distracting me I'll never get finished" I responded. She came back with "Oh poor baby...what's the matter can't ya take it pumpkin boy" and she gave my ass another nudge. "If you don't stop that I'm going to..." I wasn't sure what I was going to do. I actually couldn't say what I really wanted to do to her, so I said "...I'll kiss you". She immediately gave me a hard pinch on my butt. That was it. I turned and stepped towards her. She didn't back off, she just stood there sort of swinging from the upper bar of a clothes rack I was using. I placed my hands over hers, moved close and kissed her. She seemed surprised, "Ah...I really didn't think you would do that". Before she could fully react, I kissed her again. This time waiting to see if she would respond or slap me. She did liked it. We held the kiss and gently explored the initial taste of each other. I still had my hands clasped over hers on the coat rack when I suddenly had a very naughty idea. I had a scarf in my right hand, from the display I was working on. I slipped my tongue past her lips and she responeded even more vigourously. As she was busy with my tongue, I gently wrapped the scarf around her wrists and looped it secure to the rack. I don't think she even realized what I had done until I dropped my hands and wrapped them around her waist, pulling her closer to my body. When she tried to put her arms around my neck she realized she couldn't. She broke the kiss and said "Oh ho... that's not fair...now un-tie me". I said "what's that matter can't you take it perky girl" with a sly smile. I then tried to kiss her again. She only resisted for a second and then we were back at it hotter than before. She was wearing those tight stretch pants that women wear these days and a tank top that bearly covered her belly button. I could feel every luscious curve in her body as my hands roamed freely. I was pulling her close and pressing my hips into her sweet abs. She couldn't mistake my hard-on pressing against her abs. Using the bar she pulled herself up like a gymnast and wrapped her legs around my waist. She started to dig her feet into my ass as she squeeze my hips into her crotch. My cock was grinding against her mound and I could feel the heat from her sweet spot. I broke from her lips and moved my mouth down her neck. She dropped her head back and enjoyed my wandering tongue. Along her neck just below her jaw, I licked my way to her ear and teased the lobe with gentle bites and darting my tongue around and inside her ear. She started to go crazy bucking and grinding on my hips, desparately trying to massage her burning love berry. I was going crazy too, I broke the scissor grip around my waist so I could move lower to her perky breasts. I stood her up and slid my hands under her tank top. I quickly found the clasp on her bra and released those suculant handfulls. I yanked her top up and hungrily started to eat and suck both nipples. Pressing them with my tongue and pulling them with my teeth. She started to moan and I could feel small waves of pleasure spasm through her body. She wriggled and begged to me to un-tie her "Un-tie me you bastard...I want you now". I said "not yet, it's my turn to drive you crazy". She screeched and moaned as I continued to work her lucious breasts and soft abdomen. I found her belly button ring and flicked it with my tongue as I twirled her nipples with my fingers. Her body was shaking with pleasure. "Oh god, fuck me now...I can't take it any more...I want your cock in me...make me cum". My cock responded, almost loosing my hot load right then and there. I was beyond ready to give her what she wanted. I untied the scarf from the rack but left it wrapped around her wrists. There was a work bench 2 feet from us and I picked her up from behind and pressed her up against it. I grabbed the waist on her pants slowly slid it over that perfect ass. I couldn't believe my eyes as I exposed her white booty and pink pussy lips. As she realized what was coming next she asked "Do you have a condom?". "Ah...ya ya just wait" I stammered. Luckily I was prepared...I unzipped the leg pocket on my cargo's. Still pressing her up against the workbench, I dropped my pants and slid the condom on. Her creamy butt was a little below thrusting level so I grabbed her hips and lifted her feet off the floor. She was waiting with her body half on the bench top and her arms outstretched. I moved my aching shaft towards her gash. I stroked the head up and down her pussy lips a few times, drenching it with her dripping juices. "Do it now..." she moaned. I found her hole and immediately thrust inside her. I pulled back an inch and thrust the rest of my cock into her, my hips slapping against her ass. She moaned and her body quivered. I thrust again this time even harder, shaking her whole body and lifting her even farther off the ground. I quickened my pace. I knew there was only one direction ahead for this encounter, faster and harder." I kept pounding her ass with my hips, my balls slapping her clit and her moans increased with each assault. "Yes...oooh...ya...it's starting...oh don't stop" she begged. I knew she was close, it was all I could do to stay with her. At last she tensed "that's it...hold it there....aaaah" she groaned. I could see the wave of her orgasm roll down her spine and her cunt clamped down on my cock. I held my cock pressed hard inside her for a moment. Then I began to thrust again, once...again... and then finally I buried my load as deep inside her as I could. "Oh god...aaooh...oh...oh..." I pounded her butt 2 more times as my pleasure peeked. I held her on the bench for another 5 minutes. I continued to probe her pussy with my softening shaft as we both cood and moaned and enjoyed the thrill of our first encounter. Tied Up at Work In the morning you arrive at work. You go through all your routines. Get some coffee. Check in on a few people. Take paperwork to a few others and get a few needed copies made and assembled. In general, you spend the morning bustling around and finally head back to your office. You close your office door and slide into your chair. Pulling up to the desk, you hear a muffled gasp and you look down by your feet. There I am, bound and gagged, just as you left me. I am sitting on my knees, arms bound behind my back. A white blouse with the buttons torn away reveals a lacy sheer bra beneath. My short skirt is bunched up on my thighs. You smile and slide your chair in to begin your work. "If you're a good girl, maybe I will untie you later," you whisper under your breath and I whimper softly. You can feel my face and head rub against your thigh as you type. My breath is warm through the gag and your summer slacks. You reach down and caress my hair, then wrap your hand around it and pull my face against your crotch, grinding against the gag. "There's my good girl, my precious one," you say softly, and resume your work. Soft pressure against your groin becomes more enthusiastic as I can feel you growing a little hard against my mouth. I give a pleading moan and you relent. You push my gag down around my neck and give me a small smile. I give a restless sigh as you resume work, ignoring me. With my mouth I manage to lower your zipper and I am mouthing you through your underwear, my mouth hot and wet against you. I am trying desperately to unbutton your pants and at last I manage it. My lips grasp the top of your underwear and pull them down beneath your cock, nestling them snugly beneath your balls. I lean in and breathe deeply, again pressing my face against you reverently. A moan escapes my lips again and I grind my sex against my ankles as I rub my face and hair along the length of you. Tentatively, and very slowly I take the tip of your head into my mouth. I lap at the tip and run my tongue around it. My lips press tightly together and I let the tip of your cock violate my mouth. I wait patiently as my tentative, almost nervous ministrations cause you to grow a bit more excited. You continue to type and work as I tease and taste but I can feel you pushing forward a bit now. The phone rings and you take a call. Your voice sounds normal, despite the tip of your cock being licked and sucked and nibbled. I take a risk and slide my mouth all the way down your shaft and I hear you gasp and ask the person on the other end to hold. You grasp my hair again then and say "I don't know if I should reward or punish you for that. Maybe a little of both?" With my hair in your hands you pull my face down on your cock and hold me there. My lips pulse against you, my tongue laps along your length. I am salivating because your cock tastes so good in my mouth. You give me a few long strokes and then slide away from the desk. Covering your lap with a clipboard, you resume your phone conversation. After you hang up, I hear you dial the front desk and ask them to hold your calls. You set the clipboard aside and approach me. You pull me out from under the desk and push the gag back into my mouth. My eyes burn into yours with a stark desire and you roughly caress my breasts through the flimsy lace. I grunt and my knees give out slightly, but you are holding on to me and I don't fall. "You try so hard to please me, don't you? But I think you know what I want. Come here and sit on my lap." You move over to the big desk chair and pull me into your lap. Your hand reaches up beneath my skirt and you finger me. I am wearing no underwear and I am sopping wet. You spread my moisture between my thighs and press them a little apart. You arrange me so that your cock is between my legs, grinding between my thighs. The tip of your cock head pokes up against my clit and I moan again. "Ssshhh. Naughty girl. Not a sound. Don't move." You stroke your cock between my thighs and caress my breasts, my hips, my face. You appear to be very aroused now, and slipping my gag down again you take my mouth with yours. Your lips and tongue are rough against mine and I give a small whimper. Your fingers seek out my sex again and stroke me. I am trying desperately not to come but it feels so good. I grind against your hand and as you bring me to climax you clap a hand on my mouth and I groan against it. Panting I settle back against you. You hold me close for a moment then whisper, "I told you not to make a sound!" You flip me over so that I am across your lap and you press two fingers into my sex, finger fucking me. I can feel your cock against my belly now and I am imagining feeling your cock inside me when suddenly a sharp CRACK! and I feel your hand slap against my ass. I squirm just a little and you give it to me again. A few more hard swats and I can tell I won't get away with my naughty ways. You push me away from you and press my stomach down against the cold desk. Pushing my skirt up, you slide your cock into me and begin to fuck me with all your strength. Your shaft is pounding into me and between a few sharp smacks on the ass and pulling on my hair, I feel you shudder and climax against me. Your hands lower me back to the ground on my knees and caress my face and hair. I use my mouth to lick you clean and after one more long, deep kiss you replace the gag. "I'll be back after lunch." Tied Up By a Mistress and Her Maid My phone buzzed, a message received. "Are you interested in a special offer, this weekend only? Double bondassage?" A couple of months previously I had enjoyed a bondassage session with Rebecca, and the idea of two goddesses brought an immediate throb to the base of my belly. It turned out that R had a colleague visiting for an expo over the weekend, and some teaching was proposed. The two women needed a willing participant, and I was thought about. I felt honoured, and arrangements were made. I arrived ten minutes early and sat in a park just up the road from R's house, and contemplated the sun and the grass and oddly, the playground nearby. I was to be their playground, for I would be helpless and lightly captive, safely captive, at their beck and call. I would have a voice, but no eyes and no hands, and they would chain and unchain me. For all I knew, they could tie me to a table and go to the nearest cafe for an hour or two. I would have no choice but to trust the kindness of strangers, the kindness of two women. One I had met a few times before, the other a complete stranger to me, and me to her. There she was now. Down the road a small car pulled up, and a tall woman pushed the door shut quietly in the suburban street, then walked across the road and up the drive, a wheeled bag rattling behind her. Just a woman of indeterminate age, for she was at a distance, and in her casual clothes, so I could not tell. In the bag, then, a costume? For that would be a part of the tableaux, a costume or a uniform, symbolic perhaps, or lingerie. We males are simple souls, usually, and respond easily to cues. I walked to the front door, a suit but no tie, comfortable. Rebecca, I knew, was practised at quickly setting an ease, a mood; but today there would be an unknown dynamic in the room. For the new woman was the lioness of this pride, the alpha female, and R was to learn. Where did that place me? I wondered. I suspected I would be taught a new place, but would I learn? I wondered. "Come in A, come in, welcome." I was greeted by Rebecca, a voluptuous woman somewhere in her forties I would guess, smiling blue eyes, dark shoulder length hair. She wore a black corset, her breasts spilling from the cups, soft. Her corset was matched with a short skirt, stockings and suspenders. Her figure was soft and full, and she expressed a homely sexuality, comfortable and open. There was something of a mystic witch about her, perhaps, or playing at that role anyway. But how sophisticated, really? I wasn't sure. But who was I to judge? How sophisticated was I? We were alone in the front room of the house, simply furnished, three chairs at a small round table. I could hear movement down the hall, so the new woman was going to make an entrance, then. R sat, and crossed her legs in front of me, her spreading skirt rising on her thighs, softly rounded. She gestured to me to sit in the middle chair, and I took off my jacket and draped it over the back of the chair, and I was waiting. This was new. "Mistress Electra will be with us in a moment." So there would be a performance and an entrance, Electra is a stage name, surely. I heard a slow click of heals on the tiled floor, and slowly turned my head to see the newcomer walk into the room, pausing at the door, an ever so slight pose for her audience to see - hand casually placed against the wall, one leg poised ahead of the other. A pose then, an actress. So the room had a veil of theatre now, and was I an actor or a prop? "A, this is Mistress Electra," Rebecca did the introductions, but I could see that she was the hand maiden here. For the mistress was a woman who graced and placed her presence in a room, you knew she was there even without looking. But looking, ah, this for me was indeed a newness. If I was to see her in the street I might glance and, depending how she was dressed, might look longer. This girl, woman, I could not yet judge her age as she was in shadow, was fuller than my usual taste (which is, I have found, for slighter, finer women). Electra, as she came on into the room, was commanding. I stood for her, and kissed the back of the offered hand. It was a pretence, and we were pretending, it was staged, but the room was now a stage. Here indeed, was a piece of theatre. "Good afternoon, A, welcome to my den." Her voice was clear, articulated, a slight accent that I could not place. From this country, but another state. She had already taken over R's territory and claimed her place. Electra was tall, and in her black heels, looked me straight in the eye, and I am six foot. Her flesh was full and firm, solid but not muscled and not fat, legs long and shapely, a pearl white band of flesh between black stockings and tight cream hot pants, tight on her ass. Her belly was softly rounded beneath a transparent blouse, showing a black bra pushing up big breasts, a long cleavage between. The only word for her breasts was "magnificent". Mistress Electra was a splendid figure. She took her seat, and with her attitude, it was a throne. So there I was, between the comely Rebecca and the magnificent Electra, knowing that I was being measured and assessed. Electra told me something of herself (and later, I would investigate her on line persona, and discovered she was indeed a revered presence in several scenes in this country, so I was indeed privileged). But I did not know that, not yet. As we talked, I found it hard not to take my eyes off her, and I wondered if Rebecca noticed that I was not paying her equal attention. Here indeed was a show woman and a diva, and serious in her art. It now became evident that she was mature and knowing, no longer a girl, a girl no longer. Slowly the conversation worked around to the time ahead. We established a set of safe words, but I knew that this was just a formality - bondassage was low key and safe, and I was prepared to place myself in their hands. Whilst I would be captive, I would not be out of my comfort zone. Electra then asked if I had done cock and ball play before, and other than a simple binding from Rebecca another time, my answer was no. The frisson in the room changed up a notch at that point, and I became conscious of my heart beat for the first time. I was placing myself into their hands, and word by word, and step by step, I was surrendering to their will. Rebecca led me to the bathroom, where I took a relaxing and cleansing shower, hot and stinging, alerting my skin. I swirled a scented lotion over my body, legs, paying special attention to my cock, ass and balls. I made sure I had a nice heft on my cock, but no need for hardness just yet. My cock has a pleasing straight hang, uncut, and a nice length. I was comfortable in my nakedness. "I am ready," I called out, as instructed. "Do not come out until I say," replied Rebecca, her voice nearby. A silence of ten heart beats. "Now you may come out. Take three steps forward and then stop. Do not speak." I stepped into the corridor, and as Rebecca moved from behind me, she swung a slap of her hand onto my bare ass cheek, snap. She walked down the corridor, her curved ass swinging above her heels, then stepped to one side, and turned and faced me. "Put your hands on top of your head," commanded Electra, "let us see you." The mistress moved to the end of the corridor, just a silhouette, and stood, her hands on her hips, her hair piled up high in a tight chignon. The light was behind her, so I could not see her face. Now I was scrutinised. "You're right, Rebecca, he has a promising length, as you have said. Turn around, let me see you from behind." I turned, and there was a silence, and then a step. "Go to the room, and stand, hands by your sides. Face the couch." I did as instructed, and in the room was a table, centred there, and a couch against one wall. I stood, my hands by the sides of my thighs, my cock soft and hanging. Both women entered the room and sat, side by side, on the couch, my cock just below the line of their gaze. I felt it thicken some, and my balls shifted. Electra ran one finger down my belly from my navel and down my thigh, the edge of her finger brushing my thickening weight. "That's rather nice, that you respond like that to just a touch." Electra stood, and moved behind me. "Close your eyes, spread your feet a foot apart, to keep your balance when your eyes are closed. But don't move." I heard a rustle, and Rebecca was before me, her hands upon my chest and stroking my belly and my arms. Behind me, I felt the touch of Electra to my back, her thigh pressing to the back of mine, and her hands over my ass cheeks, my thighs, and over the top of my back. Damn, they were slow and insistent, their hands a butterfly touch on my skin. Goose bumps sprung on my arms, and my breath caught. For a slow five minutes I relaxed into their caresses, and there was silence in the room, just breath. I felt and sensed that they were both breathing in together and out, slowly paced, and I slowed my breathing to match theirs. Their fingers would slide over my skin and my breath would catch and become more ragged than theirs. At one stage, and already time was losing itself, they both pushed their bodies to mine, and I was sandwiched between their warm skin. Rebecca was softer, and because she was not so tall, her soft breasts were warm against the top of my belly. Electra, taller behind me, her hard breasts were firm against my back, and she pushed her thigh against mine. I could feel the push of her flesh against my thigh and her breasts against my back. Her breath slow on my neck. Electra's slow fingers reached between my legs and finger nails grazed the back of my balls, riding higher and tighter now. An ever so light graze over my ass hole and the slightest push there. A hand now lifted the weight of my cock which was thickening and hardening, tightening up to its erect length. The hand gripped my shaft and I was held by one of the women. Now I cannot tell who is standing where, and which hand belongs to which woman. But it no longer mattered, for they were both becoming concentrated essence of woman. One of my nipples was pinched, tight and pointed, and a throb connected to the base of my prick. "Do you have the rope?" Electra asked R. "You may open your eyes and look down," she could just be bothered to address me, so I was becoming her play thing, a toy. My cock was held gently in her hand, short red nails curved along the shaft of me, the centre of my hardness in her palm. She squeezed, and I pulsed back. Her face was close to mine, and her eyes smiled as she felt the movement. She gripped again, but this time she held my erect cock away from my belly, and with a slow curl of her other hand, she grasped my balls in their tight sac, and pulled them down away from my body. "There, placed the rope over the base of his cock, against his belly. Run one cord down under his balls, and loop one side around the opposite ball. That's right, loop it about, and do the same on the other side. See how the rope keeps his balls away from his body now." Rebecca was handling the rope, but was uncertain with the movements, and cautious with the tightness. "Try again, you can run the loops tighter. That's it, see how his balls are separated and pulled away from his body? Good." Electra pulled one sac lower. "Is that OK, not too tight?" "No, that's a nice pressure, that's fine," I replied, fascinated with the vision of my cock strained and hardened, the white coil of rope tugged around, one end in Electra's hand. "Good. Your erection is mine now, and you will do as I will." And with a tug on my tied prick, she turned my cock tied, ball tied body around, until I faced the table. "Bend over, so your cheek is on the table." As I leaned forward I felt the pressure of one foot against mine, forcing my feet a little further apart. My body was horizontal now, my hands across the table, and my tied cock heavy between my legs. Rebecca pulled my cheeks apart, and I felt cool air on my ass hole. Both her hands grasped my ass firm, and then there was a slap, hard on one cheek. And again. Slap, again, harder this time, both cheeks. My cock bounced, and Electra tugged on the cord. Behave. On the other side of the table now, Rebecca placed leather straps about my wrists and adjusted them. At my feet, Electra did the same with my ankles, and placed a mask about my eyes, black now and darkness, one less sense. My skin had been awakened by the slaps. "Lie on the table, face down." My hard cock was pulled back between my legs, which were spread apart; my feet stretched at the sides of the table, and strapped there. My hands were strapped close to my head, my wrists chained tight against the top corners of the table. I could rotate my hands, but could not extend them more than an inch. The women would be able to place their flesh just out of my reach, and now controlled my touch. Another sense in their control, now. A collar was strapped around my throat and adjusted so that I could move my neck but always feel the pressure there. A set of headphones was placed upon my ears, and made comfortable. The music was repetitive and soothing, electronic sounds, chanting or soaring voices. It would rise and drop, setting a pace and a cycle. I did not know it, but the women would follow its rhythms and it would be a part of the isolation. Not silence, but another sense no longer mine. I could hear their movements in the room, but had lost all sense of direction. I could also hear their voices, but not completely, not when they spoke softly to each other. So parts of me were gone or dulled, and other parts heightened, sensitive. Ah goodness, four hands massaging me, lotions smooth and scented, one pair of hands moving up one half of my back; while the other pair moved down the other side, pulling my spine and twisting my flesh. Methodically they covered and caressed my arms and legs, stretching my fingers and my toes, firm hands over the cheeks of my ass and down my thighs. They gave me a deep deep massage and my captive limbs made no difference at this point. I relaxed into their work, and my breath steadied. Then there was a hot weight of heat on my back, all down my spine, and now the tingling of a small spiked wheel ran over me. There was a small trail of spiking into my flesh, which felt glorious on my muscles and, ah God, a thread of light pain as the sensation ran down the shaft of my cock. "Don't stop, more," I spoke, daring my voice. And was rewarded by another run of tingling pain as the wheel was rolled the other way up the shaft of my cock and oh yes, over the bud of my asshole. And then the tight focussed pricking was replaced by a fine feathered tickling, and I guessed that a feather or a frond was being lightly teased over my skin, lightly, and touching up a set of goose bumps, it was so light. My breath caught. I became aware of a presence up by my head, and one of the women, I could not tell who, was leaning over me and running her hands down my back and through my hair. I stretched up my neck, to raise my head into the weight of her hands, and was rewarded by a firmer touch. I reached out my fingers and, bliss, there was the touch of a warm thigh, which pushed up to my fingers, and she let me run my fingers over the part of her that I could reach. I stretched out the tips of my longest three fingers and she teased away her skin, and then moved it back. I knew it was Electra there, for her skin was tight and firm, whereas Rebecca's flesh was softer, and I knew it already. She allowed me to keep touching her thigh with one hand, and her fingers laced through the fingers of my other hand, and there was a gentleness in her touch as we connected through our fingers, me clenching hers, and she responding with a firmness. But then she was gone, her treasure of skin taken from my stretching fingers. Then nothing, for two seconds, for five seconds. Silence in the room, and my senses heightened, what would be next? And nothing for another five heart beats. Smack, a firm palm on one ass cheek and then the other, smack smack smack, each one harder harder harder. Involuntarily, I raised up my ass to get closer to the heat of their hands, for there was a rising beating of their hands and then, crack, a tight whip of a paddle or a strap, right across the cheeks of my ass. Fuck, I had never felt this before, and the slap of pain brought heat to my flesh, and I could feel a redness bloom. Behind the black of the eye mask, I imagined the pattern of red hands on the paleness of my ass. "Is that OK, is that good?" Electra asked, checking. "Fuck yes," I replied, a gutteral depth to my voice, "that stings but it's good." And was rewarded by a laugh and another firm slap to my cheek. Then there was a cool soothing, and a cloth was placed over my ass, the heat of my flesh fighting the cooling of the cold cloth. Between my legs my cock was hard and hot, and one of the women ran her finger along the shaft and the rope was pulled tight. My balls were gripped, and the pressure was delicious. Now my thighs were gripped and raised up, and a pillow placed under my belly so that my ass was spread higher and wider, exposed to their eyes and touch. One of them pushed my legs wider and lightly teased the insides of my thighs, lightly dancing her fingers along my shaft. There was a light buzzing, and a small vibrating thing was worked up and down the hot shaft strapped back between my legs, and around my rope tightened balls and oh fuck, I pushed up my ass so that the vibrating pulse could centre on my asshole, and a steady pulsing pressure was applied, and it felt as if my hottest hole was opening up wide like some kind of flower, and the pressure was insistent. It felt as if a heat was being pressed into my tight hole. Damn that felt good, and I groaned, deep in my throat. "Ah, you like your ass played with, would you like some more?" "Please, yes, push into me more, please." I was starting to plead now, the pleasure was so delicious and I didn't want them to stop, not just yet. But at the same time, I did want them to stop because that would be their tease, and their control over me, and I wanted to give myself up to them, for my ego to melt in their hands. I didn't often play with my own ass, and I forgot how good it could be. And here were two women seeing my open dark hole, pulsing for them, my prick twitching. They could do whatever they wanted to do. It was so liberating, being strapped, my asshole puckering for them. "I think he might be ready then, do you think?" I could hear them talking, louder, so I was meant to hear this. "Get the hook." Ah yes, the hook, I remembered it from before. A curve of steel, maybe one centimetre in diameter, a straight bit perhaps seven or eight centimetres long, and a curved loop circling round to the other end, a long piece with a loop at the end. The shorter end would be slid into my ass hole, deep into my heat, and the other end linked by a chain and connected to a loop on the strap around my neck. Cool lubricant was smoothed over my anus, and the push of the hook a steady pressure into me and past the rim of my tight muscle. The point of resistance was past, and my ass tunnel grabbed the thin steel prick and sucked it into me, deep, and I felt the curved loop of the hook cold against the crack between my cheeks. There was a gentle movement on the hook as a chain was connected to the loop on the long end, and then a pull up my ass passage as the chain was connected to the collar about my neck. So I could control the pull of the steel rod into my depth by stretching out my neck. If I strained my neck forward, the steel finger pulled into me, and if I relaxed my spine and shrank back, the tension of the hook would ease. Tied Up By a Mistress and Her Maid So I was able to fuck myself in the ass by stretching my neck forward and back, forward a pull into me, and relax, the hook was less insistent. I went into my own rhythm for perhaps a minute or two, pulling the little fuck into myself. As I did so, my toes were taken into a hot mouth and sucked, and so too my fingers. So I fucked my own asshole lightly, and my fingers and toes were like little pricks into the wet heat of two mouths. I felt a presence by my head again, and reached my fingers forward, and felt the top of tight thighs moving forward onto my hand, which I rotated now. It was Rebecca, for her crotch was at the height of my fingers, and she let me play beneath her knickers into the warm smoothness of her cunt lips, and she moved back and forth onto my fingers. Her lips were smooth to my limited touch, but when I curled one upwards in a probe and a try, she was content to allow my finger to curve into her cunt, just a little. "He's fingering me, the cheeky sod," she was amused at my audacity, and took a little pleasure there while my finger stretched and pushed into her, just a tiny bit, for my wrists were shackled and I was limited where I could reach. She moved forward onto my hand some more, and my finger curled into the tight heat of her asshole, just to the knuckle, and I felt the tight rim of her sphincter grip me. "He's got the tip of a finger into my ass," I could just hear Rebecca's voice announce my progress. "Well, I suppose that is fair," proclaimed Electra, "since we have put four inches of steel into his rear!" I imagined her standing watching, her legs spread and her stance tall and imperial, watching me her plaything with black leather straps at my wrists and ankles; a strap choking my neck and a chain connecting that collar to the end of a steel hook curved into my tightest channel; shining bright steel slicked with lubricant; my cock and balls tied and bulging and richly coloured. And her apprentice standing at the other end of the table, perhaps with her eyes closed and perhaps with fingers pulling at an exposed nipple while her cunt and asshole were resting and pressing down onto a restrained movement from my fingers. For I could feel a little slickness on the tips of my fingers and a quicker, rhythmic squeeze on the tip of my finger, as her tightest muscle gripped and pulsed me. Ah, this was a slow build of pressure and ecstasy and surrender, and there was a tightness through my whole body now, and the slow shifting fuck of the metal was arousing nerve endings in my dark channel, and the blood was hot, filling into my rope tied prick and held there. It was if my body was my cock and my cock was my body, huge and heightened and aroused, pleasure swirling from my groin up the line of my spine, and I was making low, involuntary sounds from my throat. There was a change in the room, as Rebecca eased herself off my fingers, and then there was a silence and, oh what a glorious scent as she placed her cunt wettened fingers to my nose, and brushed the dew of her lips over my lips. Her wettened finger, slick with her own moisture, pressed into my mouth like a small fucking prick, and I swirled my tongue over her taste. Then she was gone. I felt movement on my neck and a tug on the steel in my ass, and there was a click as the chain was unlatched. Two further clicks, and I could move my hands, for the straps were undone. I reached my arms forward and embraced Rebecca standing at the head of the table, my hands caressing her plump backside, and one hand rubbing up her spine. My ass pulsed and sucked on the metal hook, but it was slowly removed from my core, and left an emptiness there as the metal was taken away. My ankles were also unstrapped and all of my limbs were free. "Roll onto your back," Electra commanded, "and make yourself comfortable." A pillow was placed under my head, and the eye mask and the headphones made secure. And then my hands were taken once again and strapped, this time straight by my sides, and shackled again to the table. My feet were spread to the corners of the table and my ankles strapped in place, and I was on my back, secured and helpless, my rope tied cock hard against my belly. There was a silence in the room, and just a rush of waves from the headphones. Silence and motionless, the two women were still. I had no idea where in the room they were. I did not know if they looked at me with curiosity (what might we do next?); or looked at me with contempt (see how he is trapped and cock risen and helpless); or admiration (look at the fine length and straightness of his cock, tied there). They might not even be looking at me at all. Silence and stillness. My cock was beating with my heartbeat, so there was movement. The external silence, beyond the soundtrack from the headphones, broke through and I could hear their voices, just chatting to each other with occasional laugh, and a clatter of instruments on the tray down by my feet. A mouth sucked onto my nipple, and teeth tugged the small tightness erect and firm, fingers rolled my nipple and my prick responded, nerve endings sending and twitching a connection there. "Look, his cock is connected to his nipples, see how it responds to my pull on his tight tits." There was a tight pain, first on one nipple and then the other, and I knew that clamps had been placed on my small erect tips, and would keep them tight. I drew in my breath with a gasp, and then felt a weight between my nipples and a cold band across my chest, and guessed that a chain had been connected between the nipple clamps, and then connected to the rope cooked around my prick. At some stage a coil of rope had been wrapped around the shaft of my thickened prick, and the chain between my nipples was connected to that rope. So there was a triangle of connected triggering and response, for each time my cock tightened or throbbed, it would tug on the clamped nipples, and each tug on my nipples would send a twitch to my prick. So a constant circle of tug and tightness was set up, and I could not control it. There were the four glorious sensitive hands caressing my skin with lotions, wonderfully scented, and a deep massage of my arms and legs and feet. And the centre of my cock and balls and ass hole were avoided, and their massaging hands would deliberately move away from my heat; the teasing bitches but I would not dare say that, for they could remove their attention and deny me. I was now powerless to these women, and was their thing, their object. Yet they caressed me and cared for me by giving, so I was given to them as a gift and they were taking from me some something. For why would they do this, if it did not bring them their own pleasure? I knew that Rebecca had taken a little sliver of pleasure from my fingers to her cunt and ass, but Electra was more remote, and had not yet allowed any intimacy with her body. I wondered if she would, or whether her pleasure was from seeing me subject to her desires. It was a curious thing, but she remained remote. I could hear her telling Rebecca things about reactions, and control and tension and edging and she was clearly an experienced mistress. I suspected that this session was a little tame by her more demanding standards, something I would confirm later when I read of her history as a dungeon mistress. But then I felt, once again, a presence by my head, and a finger probing my mouth and becoming a little fuck there, my saliva moistening with my suckle on her fingers. I did not know who this was, who was attending to my mouth. And then I did know, for a full nipple was placed into my mouth and the weight of soft breasts was over my face. Rebecca's tight tipped and full breast was in my mouth, and I had sucked on it before and remembered its taste and feel. I suckled that weight of breast as far into my mouth as I could, gently nipping on the erect nub of nipple. Her hands stroked down my ribs and over my stomach, as I sucked upon the breast, and then the other one, for R liked both her breasts to be suckled upon, and would offer me each in turn. I imagined warm milk spilling from those tits into my mouth, but that was all in my head. Once again I felt the turn of the small pricked wheel on that part of my cock that was not coiled in rope, and then its running pain on my balls, which were hard and tight now, and I imagined a rich red or purple as the heated blood was trapped there. As I suckled upon Rebecca's tits, Electra was paying a delicate attention to my cock and balls, and caressing and pressing around my ass hole. It felt as if something was deep within me, but it was just a press on my dark channel, with a finger or a toy, perhaps. I could not tell what was being done to me, nor what tools and small, sharp objects were involved. As I suckled on Rebecca's full breasts, her nipples tight and hard in my mouth, little sighs of joy just edging over the rising waves on the soundtrack of this pleasure, I felt Electra's attention focus on my cock and balls and asshole. My prick felt like a rod of hard iron, constrained as it was by Electra's rope, and she was now swirling some soft thing about the head of my shaft. I could not tell if it was velvet cloth or the palm of her hand, but it was slow, ecstatically slow, a slow rub around the tip of me. It was almost unbearable, but the mistress bitch knew exactly what pressure to place and what pressure to deny, and I knew that it was pointless to cry out or do anything else but moan low in my throat. This I think was where Electra got her pleasure, through her total command over her slave's reaction, her dominion. It was strange, for I would usually consider myself any woman's equal when it came to giving and receiving pleasure, but because I had elected to surrender myself and place my arms in her chains and my cock in her rope, that paradigm had shifted. I did not know what she desired, and I was unable to provide it. So I gave myself up to her completely, and had no interest in her pleasure for I could not grant it, and I was expectant of the next sensation on my cock and in my ass, for it felt that she was pressing into me with her finger or with some toy, and I could not tell how wide open my hole was, or if it sucked in some tight thing, or whether it swelled and opened with some big thing. Rebecca lifted her wet tits from my mouth, and let my fingers caress her thigh as she walked away from the head of the table. I felt a pull on my taut nipples, still clamped, and a sharp pain there, and the chain was taken from my chest. I felt a pull on my cock as the triangle of pull and response was broken. And with a click one of the nipple clamps was removed and I felt a hot tongue suck my breast, and pull that pain tightened nipple into a mouth, and there was a blossoming ease of the pressure as she suckled. I guessed it was Rebecca reciprocating the suck on my breast just as I had suckled long on hers. The other nipple clamp was removed, and a pair of fingers squeezed a hot soothing sensation onto my tight tipped nip, and her tongue suckled one breast and her fingers gently twisted my other hot peak. And at the base of the table, Electra unlatched the chains about my ankles and then she climbed upon the table and spread my legs around her waist. So I was splayed and opened for this woman, my ass and my cock central to her hands. My legs were around her, my thighs against her waist. I felt flesh, so knew that she had taken her blouse off, but my eyes were denied the fullness of her big breasts, and my hands were still strapped by my waist, so I was denied the feel of her smooth skin, and I was denied the weight of her big hard tits in the palms of my hands. My cock though, was not denied. "Look Rebecca, see what happens when I unravel the rope. See the rich redness of the head, and watch how its colour changes as the blood flows." And, ah God, there was a flow of heat to my prick, and felt it tighten and harden even more than it had been this last what, hour? For I could not tell how long I had been in this state of arousal and denial, but it was longer than any time in my life, I think, this long slow arousal over which I had no control. These beautiful women had built me up and given me such filling pleasure, and still they were not done. Rebecca continued a gentle suckle on my breast, and my nipples felt huge as she alternately sucked one and bit the other, and pressed the heat of her palm to my chest. And then she moved back to the head of the table, her hands still on my chest and flowing down over my belly. She stood close to my head and I could scent her sweet cunt, and then she dropped her breast again to my mouth, and I suckled to her. And as I did, Electra started up a slow stroke of my rod, both hands twisting and oh so slowly stroking the shaft of my cock, and a pressing fullness on the open swell of my asshole. The two women stroked their hands over me, Rebecca's hands a long slow slide down my sides and over my chest, her tits full and heavy and wet over my face, her nipples hot and hard on my tongue. Electra's hands were tighter and harder now, slowly stroking my shaft up and down, and fingers grasping my high tight balls. Slowly the throb started deep in the base of me, a tight coiling and heating at the base of my spine, and my breath was ragged and panting now, and I could not suckle R's full and heavy breasts any longer, and she lifted them from my mouth. But oh God, then her nipple became a tongue, and as Electra pulled on my long prick, Rebecca started to fuck into my mouth with her tongue, and she too was panting into my mouth as I was pulled on my cock. My hands stretched and reached only air, and then it must have been Rebecca's hands reaching down to caress my fingers as her tongue and lips tangled with mine, and our breath tangled and I breathed her in and she breathed me in, and we set up a rhythm of breath, and Electra set up a longer and faster rhythm on my risen prick. And I was between the two women, one a hot wet mouth on my mouth and lips, her hands stroking across my chest and nipples and belly; and Electra sitting between my open and thrusting groin, my legs around her waist. Oh, oh, my sweet fuck, my cock filled and felt impossibly huge, my ass was pressed and pushed, and I could not tell if there was a finger there, but from the base of my spine I could feel my come boiling and thrusting to the peak of me, and the strokes built me and peaked me, but not yet, ah fuck, not yet, she pulled one more long hand over my shaft and, ah not yet, one more long pull and one more deep push into my ass. "Rebecca, look, here he is, let's see..." A string of come shot from the long depths of my shaft, pulsing over my chest and nipples, a long heat of come like I had not shot since I was a twenty year old, ah fuck yes, pull it from me, tight hands, pull and twist and urge up the long syrup of come. I felt a long pushing fuck into my ass and a pressure deep inside me as she milked my prostrate. "Let's see just how much hot cream I can pull from him, his hot long cock. God, I can feel the heat in his cock and in the tight tunnel of his ass. Oh yes, that's it, hot come for your ladies, give us all of your hot creaming come, oh look at the spurting mess." And at my chest, Rebecca creamed the hot fluid from deep in my balls onto my skin with her palms, a gentle rotation of her massaging hands, this time my cream was the moisture and the lotion. At my groin the mistress Electra was slow and gentle with her hands as she held my cock for some five slow minutes, as it softened and coiled in her hands and she held it with a quiet pressure. My heart uncoiled from its beating tension, and I relaxed into their soothing hands. All I could hear was a low murmur of their voices as together they gave their ministry to my calming body. And I was a sacrament and holy place for their granting hands. They undid the straps of my wrists and bade me carefully sit up on the table, and one of them took away the dark mask from my eyes and took one of my hands in hers, and there at the end of the table stood Electra, her high full breasts thrust upward in a half cup bra, just the fullness of dark brown nipples half crescents in the cups, her white belly a beautiful rounded curve. So she allowed me to caress her with my eyes, and her eyes were large and dark, a wrinkled laugh at their corners, and a gentle smile on her lips. Even if she was the commanding mistress, she had a warmth and softness about her face. She turned away and reached for her gossamer blouse, and covered herself. By my side, Rebecca's skin was blushed and reddened, her breasts full with my suckle and the pull of my mouth on her nipples, and she had given herself some small pleasure as she had peaked and pushed me to a long, slow, langorous ecstasy. My own skin was flushed and warm, soft with the oils and creams, including my own jetting cream. The two women left me to dress, and a minute or two later I joined them at the small table in the living room. As I sat, there was no indication from them or me that twenty minutes before I had been naked and chained, my cock huge and hard and tied, my asshole red and swollen and open before them. They gave no clue that an hour before I had lain naked before them, their hard hands spanking the bare cheeks of my ass. No clue, but there was the knowledge of my openness and surrender. It was a strange thing, but I had been their playground, for just a short time. As I left them, a firm body hug from each of them in turn and a warm tongue kiss from Rebecca, I didn't look back. I didn't look down, but saw the leaves in the trees above my head, and the blue sky, and the clouds. I felt more alive than I had for a very long time. When I got back to my car, I looked at the dash clock, and realised that this kindness of women had given up nearly two and a half hours of themselves to me. Damn, that was special. It's good to be alive when there are people in the world willing to take you to a special place. Go there, give yourself up to the kindness of women. Tied up by Miss Wannabe Rapist Well, I really got myself in a fix this time-all tied up, almost naked & being held captive by this strange woman! I can't get out of these ropes & it looks like I'm going to be her prisoner for a long time. I don't remember exactly how I got here, but I remember meeting her at the bar. Some friends had warned me to stay away from her, saying how she liked to lure men to her home & then hold them prisoner for days. My friends thought I, especially, would be vulnerable to her, because of my unusually large cock. My size is intimidating to some girls, but appreciated by most. I'm not bragging-that's just the way it is. I have enjoyed for the most part the benefits of being exceptionally well endowed. I have been tied to a bed more than once by a girl so she could fondle & play with me. Ooh, I'd get so hard, I felt like I was going to grow right out of my skin as they would lick & kiss my throbbing rod all over. Being tied up was different with them because it was consensual & I knew they would be letting me go. I had just moved to this town several months ago. I made a few friends & dated a couple ladies here by now. Apparently word had gotten around about my size, as I would see the wide smiles grow on the girls' faces as I walked by them. "Hi, Dave" they would say in a very alluring way-giggling to each other. Many would wink at me & invite me over to their house for some fun. The woman that has me all tied up right now though seems a little excessive & creepy. I wish I listened more to my new friends because I don't know how long she plans to keep me captive. Her name is Sheila & she invited me over for a late dinner, however I didn't know that I was going to be the main course. She must have drugged my drink because the next thing I knew I was gagged, stripped down to my scanty briefs & tied up to this chair. When she saw the large bulge in the front of my briefs, she gave off a shrill & said, "Oh honey, it looks like I picked a beauty this time! I'm NEVER lettin' YOU go!" She gave my package a firm squeeze, whispering in my ear, "I'll be back. I have something special planned for you" & then walked away with an evil laugh. Never letting me go?! What is she going to do to me?!?! I'm her captive prey & there is nothing I can do about it! She has been walking in every few minutes, taunting me - saying I'm in a lot of trouble, caressing my cock through my thin shorts-stroking it slowly...gently, but firmly as I stiffen & grow out from my briefs. The bigger & harder I become the more delighted she gets. She said, "I'm going to suck your big beautiful cock like it's never been sucked before" It's been several minutes since I last saw her, but I've given up trying to loosen my ropes. I can hear her approaching from down the hallway. She just entered the room, now only wearing thin panties. She's leaning in front of me with her hands on the chair arms, dangling her huge breasts over my face. "Suck on 'em & kiss 'em!" she orders. I do as I'm told. I wish I could hold them, but my hands are tied behind me. Now Sheila is squatting down beside me. She grabbed my shorts firmly & with a hard yank, ripped them off, leaving me totally naked. Gripping my rod firmly, she looks up at me & says, "I think you like being all tied up." She slowly strokes the full length of my now fully erect hard-on several times & after giving my cock head a sloppy kiss says, "I like having you all tied up & playing with your long, pretty dick." She gave her evil laugh before engulfing as much of me as she could into her mouth. Her hot, wet cavity feels wonderful with her lips clamped tightly wrapped around big dick. Oh, I can feel her tongue exploring my throbbing cock head & down my thick shaft. As her head plunges up & down on me I feel like I'm going to lose my mind. She stopped for a moment to stare at my now throbbing cock, glistening with her spittle & said, "Mmm, I love your big hard cock!" Holding me in one hand, while gingerly squeezing my balls with the other, she starts to nibble & lick all around my thick shaft-tracing her tongue along the huge veins running along my it, before plunging me again deep into her mouth. I felt like I was ready to explode my jiz when she stopped abruptly. Clamping her hand tightly around the base of my shaft, she said, "Don't want you to cum yet! It's time to show you the special plan I have for you." My hands are still tied as she leads me, by pulling on my still hard cock, to a bedroom down the hall. She ordered me to lie on the bed & then proceeded to tie me up spread eagle. As she stood back to admire her latest captive prize, she declared, "Mmm, you look pretty hot all tied up like that with that big monster cock of yours standing almost straight up." As she sat on the bed & clenched her hand around me she continued with, "I'm going to suck the chrome off this big thing, but I want you to do something for me first." She stood up before me & slipped off her panties, displaying her wonderful love nest adored by a generous bush of thick, dark curls. She climbed up on the bed, positioning her hips & rubbed her wet, hot pussy lips all over my face. "Lick it! Lick that sweet wet pussy until I tell you to stop!!" she ordered. Once again, I did as I was told, licking & slurping her sloppy drenched pussy, while she continued to fuck my face. She was getting very aroused & then cried out, "OH! OH! I want you inside of me! NOW! She moved herself into position, grabbing my stiff cock & guiding it gently into her. She moaned loudly as she slid me deeper & deeper inside of her as her magnificent breasts dangled teasingly-her nipples just brushing over my face. Her pussy felt like a warm, silky glove wrapped so tightly around my oversized cock, her juices flowing like an endless stream down my shaft. She kept trying to take me deeper until I heard her shriek. She looked down at me smiling & said, "I think I was being too greedy there. I think you've hit bottom" Again I was ready to explode my jiz when she stopped abruptly-pulling herself off me & this time saying, "I want you to cum in my mouth with that incredible cock. I want to taste your hot, sticky goo." She lay between my legs, cradling my balls with her wonderful tits before grasping me once again. My pulsating boner was glistening with her own juices as she began kissing it all over with a genuine passion & then took me hungrily into her talented mouth. With her breasts warming my balls, both her hands around & stroking my hard shaft, while she sucked on me with such intensity, it didn't take look for me to reach climax. When I exploded in her mouth, she moaned fervently, welcoming my hot load. I gushed like a firehouse for some time, but she didn't miss a drop. She continued to suck on me for several minutes after I came, causing me to squirm, as my cock head was now extremely sensitive. That all felt fantastic, but I'm still all tied up. Maybe she'll let me go now. Sheila finally lifted her head & still holding me in her hands, said, "I'm afraid you're not going anywhere. You're going to be my sex toy for a long, long time." She gave my spent cock a loving peck, got up & left the room, yelling behind her, "I'll see you in the morning"