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Alex Ch. 01

By: CatherineKissesGirls



I watch Alex from the house, or sometimes I watch her from the stables, when she is out at the ring. She is so natural on our Andalusian Little Betty, her black hair pulled into a tight French braid and tied with a white grosgrain ribbon. Alex only braids her hair when she is teaching a lesson. When she rides on the trails by herself she wears her hair loose and curly, and I about die.

Alex began working on our farm two months ago, while I was still away at university, after Hazel got pregnant and stopped giving private lessons. Alex, wrote my mother in an email, "is a sweet girl, though quiet. She is staying in Hazel's old room and keeps to herself, much to your brother's dismay (she is quite beautiful)." Stacked, is how Casey put it exactly. Her body is breathtaking. It took my breath away anyway, which I never expected.

I had a few girl crushes at school, but nothing came of any of them, excluding Vicky, my lab partner, whom I kissed once when she was drunk. I watch Alex ride and then go to my room or into the bathroom and touch myself. Alex makes me wetter than any celebrity, any naked picture on the Internet, any jungle juice-drinking biology major ever could. 

Saturday afternoon is no exception -- I watch Alex brush Little Betty in the stables and slowly peel her clothing off with my eyes. She is wearing faded blue jeans tucked into soft brown leather riding boots and a white tee shirt that hugged the breasts that my brother and I both lust after. Her hair is pulled back, but in a low ponytail slipped through the back of a baseball cap. She finishes brushing the mare and walks to where I am standing to put the brush back.

I smile at her weakly and avoid eye contact as she approaches. Not exactly the way to seduce this girl, but it's all I can manage. "Hi Alex," I say, moving aside so she can reach the shelf.

"Hey," she acknowledges me briefly and turns and walks away. But then she turns back. "Oh, hey Elise?"

I look up. Her pretty face is shaded by the brim of the hat but I can feel the intensity of her dark eyes. "Could you drive me to the bus station? My cousin Piper is coming to visit." 

I smile, genuinely. "Uh, yeah, of course. Like, when?"

Alex shrugs. "Right now?"

I nod. "Let me get the keys. We can take Casey's car."

"I'll meet you at the garage then?" I nod but am already sprinting towards the house. Alex has not said more than five words to me since I met her in May. The thought of being alone with her in the car, for even the six minutes it will take to drive to the bus station, thrills me. I can feel the moisture build below. I shift in my jeans and grab my brother's keys from the table. Then I run up to the bathroom, reapply some deodorant, and meet Alex at the truck.

We are silent for the majority of the ride, Alex staring out the window. "Where is your cousin coming from?" I ask as I turn into town. 

"She just got back from Europe, actually," Alex turns to look at me and makes me so nervous I stare straight ahead, still managing to run a red light.

"Sorry," I say, and she nods. I turn into the station parking lot and Alex gets out.

"I'll be right back," she tells me, and I nod, again. I watch her from the rearview and when she goes into the terminal, I start to rub my wet puss from outside my jeans. About a minute passes. I glance into the rearview. No Alex. No mystery European cousin. I undo the button on my jean and peel the zipper down. I slip a finger under my cotton panty and start to rub my clit in a circular motion. I can feel my nipples harden as the blood rushes around my body. I keep an eye on the rearview and quicken my pace, just in case. A bus pulls into the depot behind me and I pause. I wonder if it's Piper's bus. I zip up my jeans and snap the button. I squirm. 

The bus pulls into the garage and I watch as eight, ten people scatter to empty cars in the lot. I don't see Alex yet, but then there she is, beaming, as she leads a beautiful blonde to the truck. I don't think I have even seen Alex smile so big. It makes me want her even more.

The door opens and Alex sticks her head in. She turns to her visitor. "Piper, this is Elise, my boss's daughter," she says. I smile as tall, gorgeous Piper slips inside the cabin. Alex throws Piper's duffle into the truck bed and piles in next. It is a tight squeeze and Piper and Alex are pressed close together. Alex is grinning like a little girl and Piper looks at her lovingly. They must be close.

I pull into our driveway and as soon as I turn off the ignition Alex bounds out of the car. She grabs the bag from the back of the truck. Piper turns to me and smiles. Her mouth is beautiful. Her teeth are straight and white, and her lips are full and rosy. But then again, her whole face is beautiful, like Alex's, though there is little family resemblance in their features. Piper has freckles on her nose and on the apples of her cheeks, framing her deep, olive green eyes. 

"Thanks for the ride, Elise," she says in a sweet, breathy voice. I nod, once more with feeling. Alex appears by the driver side door. 

"Yeah, thanks," Alex throws the bag over her shoulder. "Come on P, I'll show you the horses."

I watch them walk away from inside the truck, and once they are out of sight I unbutton my jeans and finish what I started. My fingers slide down the length of my pussy, and the wetness makes it easier to get inside myself. I closed my eyes, trying to picture Alex but instead I saw Piper, her pretty red lips kissing my face, finding my mouth and kissing me tenderly. In my mind she was naked, the pinkish nipples on her small, pert breasts erect and rubbing against me. Her hands replace mine and now I imagine Piper's fingers inside of me, Piper's thumb against my clit. I start bucking in the seat and am close to coming. I imagine Piper fingering me to complete orgasm as she kisses my mouth, my neck, my breasts. A minute later the wave washes over me and I let out a low moan. 

I wipe the cum off my fingers with a Wendy's napkin Casey left in the center console and fix my panties. I toss the napkin in a waste bin by the barn and head back to the house. From the porch I can see that Alex, on Little Betty, and Piper, on my father's favorite Caspian, Amber, are heading out to the trail that connects our farm to the neighbors'. Piper's blond hair is golden in the sunlight, and bounces loosely down her back. I blush.

After a (long, cold) shower I decide to take a book out to the creek. Peppermint, our chocolate Lab, follows me to the edge of the property but loses interest as I start down the trail. The weather is so warm that I am wearing only a lavender tank top and ratty olive green yoga pants. My hair is still damp from my shower and the ends are beginning to curl. 

It takes me about 25 minutes to get to my favorite spot, a large smooth rock that overlooks the deepest part of the creek and is shaded by an enormous oak. I sit for a few minutes with my eyes closed, until I hear a splash down creek and Little Betty's deep blow.

In the creek, just a few kilometers away from me, Piper and Alex are skinny-dipping. I feel my skin flush with excitement as Alex emerges from the clear water, completely naked. Her body is more beautiful than I had ever imagined. Her full breasts are perfectly shaped and end with long, brown nipples surrounded by puffy areolas. Her stomach is flat and toned. Her butt is smaller than I had thought, but her hips are full and her thighs...oh, her thighs. She is hairy down there, not that I expected anything else. 

Piper, on the other hand, is clean-shaven. Even from my vantage point I can see the exaggerated lips of her glistening pussy. I lick my lips instinctively. She is sitting on the bank of the creek, long legs stretched so her feet dip into the water, watching Alex walk back to tend to the horses. Alex's strong legs are mesmerizing; neither Piper nor I can take our eyes off of them.

I creep behind the rock, not wanting to be seen, but so desperately wanting to join them. I'm not close enough with my cousins to swim in the nude, I think, but then, oh! Alex shallow-dives into the water and Piper chases after her. When they come up their bodies are wrapped around each other and they are kissing, passionately, hungrily. I grab my book and run. I want to watch, but I can't bring myself to stay.

I don't see Piper or Alex until breakfast the next morning, and I can't look at them in the face. Piper is laughing and chatting with my mother, who is delighted by the attention. Even Casey shows up for breakfast, a rarity. Piper has charmed my family, but I am still awed by what I saw yesterday.

My mother asks Piper what she and Alex plan to do today, and I struggle to swallow the oatmeal in my mouth. Piper smiles brightly, and looks at Alex, "Ride horses, of course. I haven't done it since I was a kid, and it's so exciting to be on a farm again."

Mom beams, proudly, and smiles to herself as she begins to clear the table. Alex frowns, suddenly. "I can't take you riding, Piper. I have lessons all day."

"I'll take you," Casey volunteers, and I glare at him, though he doesn't notice. Alex does too, but Mom reminds him that he has to go to the feed store, and then adds, "Elise can take you out, can't you, LiLi?"

Eight eyeballs on me, and I nod. Piper shows her perfect teeth again, and Alex gets up from the table without excusing herself and dashes off to the ring. Piper and I help Mom clear the table and then she follows me out to the stable.

"Can I ride Amber again?" she asks, and I nod. She laughs as she saddles the horse. "You don't say much, do you?"

I start to nod again, and we both laugh. "Yeah, I'm pretty quiet." I hop on Ulysses, the gray Andalusian stallion, and Piper and Amber follows us to the trail. 

"Aly is too," she says "Although you probably notice that already."

"You two are really close," I say, turning to look at her as Amber trots along besides us. "I don't see my cousins that much, so it must be nice."

Piper doesn't say anything, and we ride along in silence. After about fifteen minutes has passed, she clears her throat. 

"Aly is not my cousin," she says, looking directly at me, and then quickly away. 

"Oh." The tone in her voice stops me from asking more. Suddenly what I saw in the creek flashes through my brain and I blush. Oh.

I'd never known a lesbian before, beside myself. Suddenly the woman I had been lusting over all summer -- and her beautiful "cousin" -- came into a much clearer view. Neither of us speaks as we ride along the trail, and when we reach the creek Piper stops. 

"We should let the horses drink?" I nod and get off of Ulysses, who walks to the creek bank and begins to drink. Amber follows suit, and Piper and I are standing together. I don't know what to do. I kick a rock. I sit down and pull at the crab grass. I do anything not to look her in the eye.

Piper walks to the bank, a little ways down from where the horses are drinking, and steps out of her tennies. My heart is pounding as I replay yesterday in my mind. But Piper picks up her shoes and turns back. She sits next to me, where I am watching the horses, and puts her arms on her knees, her head on her arms. 

"Alex is my girlfriend."

I nod.

She sighs, and pulls her hair out of the bun on top of her head, shakes it, and examines the ends for splits. "I wish my hair was curly like yours," she says, as if what she just told me didn't matter.

I shake my curls out and shrug. "They're okay." Piper shakes her head. "No, they're beautiful." She touches my hair. A black curl wraps around her slender fingers. She leans in and smells it. "You're beautiful, Elise."

I close my eyes and feel Piper getting closer to me. Her breath is warm on my neck and along my bare shoulders. Suddenly the warm breath is replaced by her wet mouth, and my eyelids snap open. 

"Piper," I protest, not meaning it, and she knows it, because now her hand is on my waist and she is pulling herself closer to me 

"Elise," she moans softly. Her mouth finds mine and I open for her. She slides her tongue in and I follow suit. Instinctively I bring my hand to her face and she is leaning against me so my back touches the ground. She straddles me. The weight of her body is wonderful. I kiss her harder. I can't stop. Everything feels so natural, so good. She pulls her mouth from mine, smiling down at me, and pulls her hair back from her face. My legs are bent, and she rests against the top of my thighs like the back of her chair. Piper pulls her tee shirt off, then unhooks her bra. Her sweet breasts make me whimper and she laughs.

"You are so cute." She puts my hands on her breasts, moaning as my fingers find her pale pink nipples. Every noise she makes emboldens me. As I rub her breasts she begins to rub against me so that our crotches touch. I cry out; I can't help it.

She rolls off of me gracefully and lies on her back on the soft grass. Piper slides out of her cotton shorts. Immediately I notice the wet spot on her pale blue panties.

"Take them off," she half-orders, half-pleads. Gently, I put my fingers on the waistband and run my hands along to her butt. She lifts her body into the air and I pull them down. She is breathtaking, and I tear up.

"Oh, honey," she cooes "Is this your first time?"

I nod. "You don't have to if you don't want..." I answer Piper with my eyes. She smiles and spreads her legs for me. I position myself between them, laying on my stomach, propped on my elbows. Piper spreads herself open and I gasp. Everything is pink and wet and perfect. I lick my lips and Piper laughs. "It's all yours, Elise."

I stare into her for a moment, but suddenly a pang of guilt -- "Will Alex mind?"

Piper sighs. It takes her a moment to respond, and immediately I regret saying anything. "She knows I sleep with other women."

I nod. I bring my mouth to her thigh and she sighs again, this time in pleasure. I kiss her slowly, down to her center, and I can feel the heat as I near her pussy. I move my mouth to the left leg and repeat. I want to put my mouth on her, but first I touch her, and Piper moans. 

"Yes, Elise, touch me," she says.

Touching another woman is different from touching myself, but not that much. I know what makes me feel good, so I try it on Piper. I slide my fingers up and down her slit, moistening them before I put them inside of her. With my left hand I put one finger into her and bring my mouth to her engorged clit. Piper tastes like, oh, nothing I've known before. It is sweet and tangy at the same time, and my lips wrap around her little button and I suck like crazy. Piper is writhing a little, moaning, asking for more. I slide another finger insider her, crossing it with the other. I pull my mouth off of her clit and begin to lap her up. I am crazy to taste all of her. I suck on her bare lips as I continue to finger fuck her, adding a finger. She is so wet; I can feel her slickness on my chin, and can smell it under my nose. Piper is bucking now, and I know she is close. But I don't want this to stop, so I slow down a bit. I pull my fingers out of her -- they make a satisfied slurping sound -- and I grin at her. Piper laughs and winks. "Don't get distracted now."

I lay on my back and beckon her toward me. She hurries over and sits on my face. As her pussy makes contact with my face I feel my body contract. Piper is supporting herself by her arms and she is trembling and yelling out.

"Elise, oh my god, Elise, yes yes yes yes!"

I move my mouth rapidly over her wet slippery puss, trying to slurp up as much of Piper as I can. I dart my tongue in and out of her and even when she tightens up, as the orgasm begins to come over her, I do not remove my mouth. She comes, and I can feel it and taste it and smell it, and I flood my panties at the same time.

Piper lifts her body off my face and lies next to me, naked and breathing hard. Neither of us can move, or speak, and we watch the horses play with each other in the clearing. From the opposite direction we hear a rustling, and then the clapping of a horse gallop on the dirt trail. Piper begins to dress quickly and I climb to my reading rock, terrified at who may have seen us. I have to squint but I make out Little Betty's chestnut coat, and her rider with the French braid.

Alex Ch. 01



Part I

Author's disclaimer, if you are unfamiliar with the world of Dressage, this story may loose you at times. For those of you that understand any form of riding even roughly, you may find this funny and even erotic. Here is a background on Dressage; it is a French term that means "training of the horse". Piaffe and Passage are movements that require a high degree of skill and talent on both the part of the horse and rider. Dressage is really ice skating or ballet on horseback. Scores above 70% are the equivalent of 90% in school.

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What an interesting world, the world of the rich drunk and most pretentious people you could ever meet. Everyone measures your worth by the quality, no better yet, the price tag of your horse. The imported European breeds giving you the most points in this stuffy, self-centered equestrian crowd. I own a run of the mill American bred 'mutt', she has a little thoroughbred, a little Percheron and a little 'not-quite sure'. To me it does not matter. I don't have the Mexican groom, the starving student, or hell; I don't even have the proud husband. I have myself and Jezebel. 

I don't have the financial means to run the map, but what I can do is beat these stuck-up people on my own area turf. Jezebel and I are a pair to be reckoned with; we can piaffe and passage with the best of them. Jezzy maybe only 15'2 and I may only be 5'4" and overweight, but we have a trusting relationship that time has developed. I laugh at these people that spend hundreds of thousands of dollars on the already made horses. Only to lack the trust and electric connection that creates a performance that dazzles the judges. 

Jezzy and I came into each other's lives by chance. I had just divorced my husband and she was at the auction a friend of mine dragged me to. I saw the fear and hurt in her eyes, I feel in love with her the minute she stepped into the auction ring. I went to the auction not planning on buying anything, but I could not resist. I knew if I did not buy her she was going to wind up on some rich European's dinner table, and I could not resign myself to her fate. 

She was a very underweight two-year old that had no training what so ever. I was a bitter thirty-something woman who had her previous husband cheat on her and left her bitter and not interested in anything. I had never trained a horse in my life, and had no idea what I was getting into. I always bought the cheaper middle aged horses that knew what they were doing. Heck, I never really showed, I just rode for the exercise and the companionship of the animals. I have always loved horses, even as a little girl. I would beg for lessons or the pony ride at the local fairs. My parents really did not have the financial means to support a daughter with an expensive habit. It was not till I was making my own money that I could support my horsey habit. 

Jezzy and I have been together nearly ten years now. She is a super-star in the ring and I have my little known trainer and I to thank for it. With patience and determination the two average beings have some how melted into one. We have become a pair that even the German's could fear, if I had enough money, which at that time I did not. 

I think it was in late summer that I met Alexander. He was campaigning his young, soon to be great stallion, Rubicon. Rubicon was a 4 year old Oldenburg Stallion that, big surprise was imported from Germany, three years ago. Rubi cost more than I made in year and Alexander was an amazing rider that had trained in Europe with all of the big name Dressage Trainers. Me, I trained with my not known, but still amazing trainer of 15 years. Jill had given me the confidence to take on Jezzy, and all of her little quirks. 

Alexander was only 5'8" with a larger build, than what you would expect from an amazing horse trainer. I feel in love with his brilliant green eyes the minute I saw him. He had just beaten Jill in the First Level Championship with Rubi, scoring an amazing 75%. Jill came in second with 73%. I was congratulating Jill, when he came over to talk to her. I think the whole time he was talking to Jill, he was staring at me.

His green eyes where looking into my dark brown eyes. I was feeling a weakness in my knees. I wanted him to take me right there. Being the gentlemen, he asked me if I was going to the 'Competitor's Dinner' later? Either he did not know Jezzy and I or he was being coy, either way I told him that I was. 

That night for dinner I paid special attention to my hair and make-up. I went sparingly on the eye make-up trying to give the impression of no make-up. My long brown hair I put in a French-twist leaving little ringlets on both sides of my face. I wore an emerald green floor length dress that had a slit that exposed my mid thigh, but no higher. The jacket of the dress managed to conceal the bulge in stomach but accentuated my luscious breasts that were well supported by the built-in bra. The rhinestone shocker that I wore really looked like diamonds. Remember the 'peasant girl' surrounded by the 'land-lords'. Welcome to the equestrian world, although, the one's that acted the richest were probably just as financial sound as I was. 

I parked my F-250 in a parking spot. As I walked to the door I was watching the expensive Lexus and BMW pulling up to the Valet Parking. Pretentious people I thought, they would never survive one second in the real world. I felt so out of place, but oh, well. I was as good of a rider if not better than most of these people. So what, if I was struggling to make ends meet, I still had an amazing horse, and could beat anyone of these people in the Dressage ring. Pumping up my ego, I walked down the red carpet with my head held high, feeling like a scared little child inside. 

Jill was inside talking to Miss Haughty Ho, when I came over she left. I made small talk with Jill about how Jezzy still was not fully coming through her back and the judge really marked me down today on the trot extensions. Alex came up and tapped me on the shoulder asking me if I would like to dance.

I wanted to feel him close to me, but I had not danced in years. Like a giddy school girl I agreed. The song that was playing was a slow one. He placed an arm around my waist and the other around my shoulder. I was breathing in the sent of Old Spice and leather mixed together. What a strange, but erotic mixture. 

I was intoxicated by the scent. I pressed myself closer to him. Either he was very well endowed, or he was becoming excited. I made an effort to press closer to him, just as the song finished. He offered to get me a drink, which I quickly agreed to. Alex came back with our drinks and sat down with Jill and me. We all started talking about today's judges and their comments. Jill brought up the problems Jezzy and I were having with her being a little tight in the back and not reaching her full brilliance in the trot extensions. 

A look of surprise came over his face. He really did not know Jezzy and I were riding at Grand Prix, the highest level, the same tests that are ridden at the Olympics. As we were sitting there discussing ways to free her back-up, I felt his hand on my thigh. His hand was strong and large, and as he rubbed up my thigh I was loosing the conversation and consumed with a feeling of electricity. It had been a long time since I had felt a man's touch. 

I was quickly brought back to reality when Jill asked me if I was willing to bring Jezzy back to simpler movements. I agreed saying that I am tired of getting 5's when I know she is capable of 8's on the extended trot. All scores are based off of 10. The conversation slowly became more of a discussion on questionable warm-up practices of some of the top level riders. 

I once again felt Alex's hand on my thigh and thought I should return the favor. I placed my hand on his upper thigh and started going farther up. Waiting for rejection, I slowly made my way to his cock. I knew this was very forward, but I really wanted this man. I felt his hand respond by going into the slit of my dress and found my aching pussy. He slowly rubbed against me, but the stocking were in the way. I knew I should have put on a garter belt. I felt him scratch at the crotch of my pantyhose, like a cat at a scratching post. I bit my lower lip trying to hold back the low moan that was starting to develop in my throat. 

I gently slapped his hand away. That feeling was beginning to build within me. I was going to scream. I had not paid attention to the time, but it was getting late. I had an early ride in the morning and I really needed to check on Jezzy before I went back to my motel room. Alex told me he was going back to the barn to check on Rubi and his students' horses. He was staying at the same hotel that the dinner was held at, and I was staying at the Motel 8 down the road. We agreed to take my truck and I would bring him back to his hotel after our last barn check.

I drove back to the show grounds Jill and I were in Barn 6 and Alex was in Barn 5. While I was giving Jezzy and Jill's horse Matrix a few last flakes of hay in my dress. I felt two arms fold around my waist. I felt Alex lick my neck, while his left hand came up to my right breast. That spark lit my world up. Just the thought of being touched by a man sent my world on fire. He rubbed his fingers very gently over my nipple till it was protruding. I just stood there feeling him touch me and caress my neck with his tongue. I would have let him strip me right there in the barn isle, except a few other people came into check on their horses for a final time that night.

I turned to him and said, "Your room or mine?"

"Let's go back to my room, it's closer" He whispered in my ear. 

I know the rumors will be flying tomorrow. The horse world is small and the gossip and rumors run rampant. It was not like either of us where married or even attached. I don't think Alex had even been married. Back to my truck, the ride to the motel took less than five minutes. The whole way Alex played with my nipples, I tried to reach him, but my hand just could not quite reach. I really think he did that on purpose. 

In the elevator, he reached over and grabbed the back of my head and brought my face to his. Our lips melted. I felt his tongue probing my mouth; he was forcefully exploring my mouth. My mouth and tongue had a mind of their own. Fireworks, my body was on fire. I pressed my body close to his, not wanting to stop. The ding of the elevator broke our kiss just long enough to step out. 

Out of the elevator he pinned me up against the wall kissing me at a fevering pitch. My body was yearning to be touched, anywhere. I wanted this night to last. My panties were soaked; I could feel the wetness on my lips. I could feel the very large bulge in his pants. He lifted me up against the wall in the hallway, instinctively my legs wrapped around his waist. My crotch was pressed against his as our lips were interlocked. My hands where running through his hair, to his cheeks, to around his neck. I didn't want to let him go. 

I think we would have gotten it on right there had we had been interrupted by Samantha. She is one of those people that acts like she owns the world and no one can beat her. She stepped off of the elevator and cleared her throat very loudly, interrupting us. 

"Don't you have a room, and have you no morals?" She snapped.

Yeah, the rumors are going to fly, I thought, as we made our way to his room. When we got to the safety of his room we both laughed, hysterically. 

"You know everyone is going to know. Samantha is probably on the phone right now to A, B and C." Alex said, still laughing.

"Who cares? It's not either one of us is attached. Besides the rumors I have heard is that you are..." I tried to say but his tongue was back in my mouth. I undid the buttons of his suit jacket and peeled it off. The buttons of his shirt did not have a chance. I just pulled and they popped off one by one. My dress was being unzipped just as quickly. I helped him get my arms out of my dress, and quickly undid his belt and pants. We were both naked and kissing with a pace that could have produced enough energy to light a small town. 

We both where nearly naked, I had on my black lace panties and he was left in his red underwear. Still kissing we made our way to the bed. I tore away from his tongue long enough to pull his underwear off. His cock was huge. I gasped. Thick and long, I was afraid to let it enter me, anywhere. I thought for a short guy it would be smaller. 

He must have sensed my fear, "I'll be slow and gentle." Is all he said as I started to lick him. The taste was sweet and salty. I tried to place my hand around him, but my fingers where not large enough. I used my other hand, together they reached around him. I strained to get my lips around his head. I sucked as much of him into my mouth as I could. I then licked his shaft up and down. 

Down till I came to his balls, slowly and with quick strokes I licked at him. I heard him moan. He reached for my French Twist and pulled my hair back up his shaft to his head. Gently he pushed my head back down. As my mouth tried to consume him, my tongue worked hard to lick the underside of his shaft. Just as my mouth became accustom to his girth he pulled me off of him.

My mouth and his entwined in our customary dance again. His hands started to explore my breasts. Even though our mouths were engaged in a furious dance, his touch was soft and gentle. His hands started at the base of my breast and delicately closed till my nipple was gently squeezed by his finger tips. He repeated this over and over again on each breast. My body was responding to the different intensities like I had never felt before. I wanted his hands to explore more of me. 

I placed my hands back on his very large cock. Wrapping both of my hands together I would go down slowly and come up fast. As our mouths maintained their tempo, I continued my hand assault. His left hand slowly rubbed down over my belly, to my thigh. Involuntarily my legs spread opened for him. He gently massaged my inner thighs. I wanted him to place his fingers in me so badly, I ached. He cupped his hand over my pussy, not touching anything, but everything. Then finally he spread my outer lips, and plunged two fingers deep inside of me. I felt the juices flow. I screamed in pleasure. 

Just as my body was getting ready to explode, again he withdrew his fingers. I moaned in defiance. Our lips parted and he kissed gently down my neck across my collar bone and to my breasts. He pushed my breasts together so it was a mere inch from one tit to the other. His mouth was so talented. I was burning with desire and he knew it. He continued the attack on my tits. I rubbed myself up against his thigh. I was feeling a wave of pleasure wash over my body. 

He kissed my stomach down to my lower lips. Slowly he licked me from bottom to top, letting his tongue push my lips apart. Just as he reached my clit, in went his two huge fingers again. Over the edge I went. As he sucked my clit into his mouth, his fingers curling towards my stomach reaching my G-spot. My body bucked violently as my hands grasped the sheets. My legs wrapped around his head not letting him move till the explosion within me had subsided.

One last lick sent shivers through out my body. He looked up at me with his face covered in my juices. He gently continued to probe me with his fingers. I felt spent, but his talented fingers were making want more with each stroke. As his fingers continued to manipulate me; his mouth came back to mine. The feverous pitch of before was replaced by a sensual, caring pace.

I reached for his cock, but he pushed my hands away. He withdrew his fingers and pulled me on top of him. I reached for his cock to guide it in. I was very scared that it was going to hurt. As his head reached my opening I retreated my hand, only to have his hand replace mine. I slowly pushed him into me. I was so wet that he slipped in with ease. There was no pain just a feeling of being filled. I slowly lowered myself onto him, letting him go into me deeper and deeper. 

I was being filled like I had never been filled before. The feeling was amazing. I heard him gasp in sheer pleasure as I took him in deeper. His index finger was rubbing up against my clit as I started going up and down. I was on the verge. I need him, wanted him. He pulled me off of him and straddled me. Slowly he went back into me. The same sensation of being filled and sheer ecstasy had washed over me. I was screaming, "Deeper, Deeper...Yeah...Deeper!" The eruption within me was propelled by feeling him fill me with his cum. I felt the pulsations of his orgasm as he exploded into me with such force. He moaned in pleasure as he collapsed on top of me. 

"That was incredible." I muttered as I fell asleep in his arms. 

The early morning light woke me. I looked over to see Alex staring at me. "Come back here tonight?" He was pleading with his gorgeous green eyes. 

"Yes." I whispered as I kissed his lips.



Alex Ch. 01



Recently I needed some new premises for my business. I am in my early 40s and have great family life, successful business and good social skills.

My new offices were in a smart new business park with lots of other small professional businesses, had a great café and outdoor areas. Importantly it backed onto a beautiful national park with great running tracks. During the week the park is almost empty and you feel like you have the whole place to yourself. I like to go running to help clear my head and to plan.

A couple of weeks into my business I was having a mid morning Coffee break in the Café and across the room walked a stunning young women. She has a summer dress on, revealing her olive skin, amazing breasts, green eyes and dark brown hair. I don't normally stare, but on this occasion I could not help myself. I looked around the room and unsurprisingly the other half a dozen men were in the same state, I smiled to myself.

I noticed that the young lady worked in the office in front and I took great pleasure in watching her walk up the stairs every day. I also noticed her in the mornings in the car park with her smart little sports car. I am sure she caught me staring on more than one occasion.

I started to make good friends with the people in the Café upstairs. One day one of the young guys from the café invited me to a local bar for his birthday, he told me that a few people from the offices were going for beers. I accepted and made my way over to the bar. To my surprise the young lady was there, I was polite and introduced myself. During the evening I got a few little bits of information, her name was Alex, she was 24, she worked as a Business Develop Management, she was from Middle Eastern country but had grown up here. I found her quiet intoxicating, smart and incredibly beautiful. However I realised that I was a 40 something old man and that she was just being polite. It was good for my ego and I enjoyed it.

At one point in the evening, I was at the bar and Alex came up to get some drinks. She was a little tipsy and told me that she had caught me staring at her in the car park. I was very embarrassed and it must have shown. I said sorry and jokingly told her that I could not help as she was very attractive. This made her smile; she picked up her drink and went back to the table. Shortly after that, I went home. On the way back home I was listening to of a song that had the lyrics 'girls like that don't sleep alone', I thought this must be very true of Alex.

A few days later I was running in national park and to my pleasant surprise I saw Alex jogging. I ran up to her and asked her if she minded me join her? It turned out that she had just started running in the park and asked about the different r the running tracks. I told her that there were a few good one, but that she should keep to the main track as these were very quiet during the week.

Over the next few weeks I found myself running more frequently with Alex. I enjoyed running with this you lady and enjoyed our discussions. She slowly started to open up to me and told me that she was engaged to a young man. I told her that he was a luck man and genuinely wished them the best. I felt that I had found a friend; the fact that she was super sexy was a bonus and good for my male ego.

One day I arrived at the car park and saw Alex sitting in her car, she was clearly upset and I waved and thought it best to give her some space. That they I went running and this time I noticed Alex running up to me. I made light conversation and thought it best not to reflect on the morning. However it became evident that Alex wanted to talk, so I listened. She stated by explaining something that caught me by surprise, her fiancé was someone she was promised to and that she came from a traditional family with traditional values. 

I have learned to respect people from all backgrounds and respected what she was telling me. The conversation moved onto me; she was asking me how many girls I had dated before I settled down and I told her without going into any details. I told her that I felt it was an important part of a young persons life and that it had prepared me for my later life. I could see why she was asking me these questions, but did not feel it was my place to comment. 

Over the next few running sessions she kept brining up the subject and told she felt that she had not had enough experiences in her life and was being forced by her background to settle down. She cared for the guy she was settling with, but he was also inexperienced. I listened and tried not to be judgemental. She told me that she had found it difficult when here girlfriends talked about experience that she could only imagine.

I woke up one night and I had had a very vivid dream where Alex had come to my office, I had unbuttoned her bowse, taken her bra off, removed her knickers and fucked her hard on my desk while sucking her nipples. My cock was throbbing and I had to wake my wife up. I fucked her hard enough to make her scream as she came.

A week later we were running, it had been a hot day and it had started to rain. I had taken Alex on one of my quiet routes and with the rain there was nobody about. We stopped to stretch in a beautiful spot with amazing sand stones and smooth barks on the trees. She leaned on my shoulder and started the conversation; "I need to have at least one experience with a guy before I get married, if I don't I am afraid that I will get married and then I will end up being unhappy, this is not fair on either of us". I asked her why she felt that way; she blushed a little and told me it was embarrassing. I told her that she did not need to tell me. She asked me if I would promises not to laugh and started by asking me some questions;

'Can I ask you a personal question? Please don't feel that you need to answer' 

'Sure... '

'How often do you have sex?'

'3 times a week... '

'Wow... does your wife orgasm?'

'Yes, almost every every time, twice sometimes, three times of we keep at it. Why do you ask?'

'It's embarrassing, but my fiancé does not last very long and he does not make me orgasm. I have toys, but I don't think it is the same. I need a man to make me feel like I should'. 

I was totally taken back, here was a woman who could have any guy she wanted and she was talking to me about sex. 

Alex had her hand on my shoulder still, I noticed that her nipples had got hard and it was obvious that I was aroused. Instinct took over and I started to try and suck her nipples through her running top and sports bra. She lifted her top the sports bra over her left breast. He breast was perfect, with a button like nipple and I sucked on her nipple, she let out a small groan. 

I told her that need to go a little off the track; I also told her that I needed make her cum and I wanted to be that guy, she smiled. 

We found an out of the way spot, I asked her to take off her shorts and knickers. I lifted her and I sat her on an outcrop of smooth rocks, she was a little nervous, but I made lean back and her spread her legs so that I had full access to her pussy. She had an amazing pussy, with beautiful lips. I could see that she was really wet and I started to eat her pussy. She started to tell me that her fiancé had never done this and I told her to relax and just enjoy the experience. I kept eating her out and I could tell by her breathing that she was about to cum. She came in my mount and I enjoyed every second of it. 

The rain was a little heavier and I could see rain drops on her perfect olive skin breasts. I asked Alex if she wanted to suck my cock, she was unsure but I could not wait and I pushed my cock towards he face, she took me and started to give me a blow job. I told her that I was about to cum, she instinctively put her hand under her perfect breasts and I came all over her tits. She rubbed my cum around her perfect nipples. I sucked her nipples and she started touching my cock, which stated getting hard again. 

Alex sat back against the rock, opened her legs, looked at me and said...'I need to cum all over your cock'...

I took my cock and stroked it in front of her, she started to rub he clit. As she war rubbing, I teased her pussy opening with my cock, I put the head in and I pulled it out. Every time I did this, I could see her move her hips to try and get me future in. I did this for a minute and a bit and without warning; I put all my cock into her. Her pussy was really tight, she was surprised and I though she was going to scream. I got her to lay back and I began to fuck her while sucking her hard nipples, she was moaning and breathing heavily. I kept tugging gently on her nipples, moved up to her neck, kissed her ears and then we would French kiss. I repeated this for a few minutes. I was moving hard and slow inside her. While being firm, I started moving in circles insider her while sucking her nipples. I felt her let lose and cum all over my cock, she had a great reaction.

I asked her to get on her knees, I entered her pussy from the back and started to fuck her and used my finders to gently caress her ass. She came almost immediately as I touched her ass.

I continued to fuck her doggy style, she came one more time before I took my cock out and came all over her ass. 

She leaned over, kissed me on the cheeks and said 'thank you...' ....

Part II to follow....



Alex Ch. 01



I was asked by a Literotica member some years ago to write this story. It has been ready for sometime but I no longer have her email address so publish it without her reading it. If she see's it I hope it gets her approval. I have kept as much as possible to the details she gave me.

*

It was approaching midnight, Alex looked around at the revellers and was pleased that all the effort she had put in to make the end of term dance such a success was worth it, everyone seemed to be having a great time.

"Can I have this dance miss?"

It was Ryan again. Alex had spent a lot of time during this final term helping Ryan catch up with his college work. After his father had left home Ryan had gone a little bit wild. It was obvious that he had a crush on Alex, even more so after she had danced with him a couple of times and he had pulled her close, his arousal was too obvious so she had made sure she stayed away from him for the last hour or so.

"Maybe later Ryan, I'm bushed, I just want to chill out for a while ok?"

"Ok Miss, but I will keep asking till you say yes." he laughed.

As he walked away Alex looked around for Mike. The minute her husband had walked in, four hours ago, he had been accosted by the head teacher and some of the other college governors and though she had managed to drag him away a couple of times they always seemed to latch onto him again. She smiled as she saw him again having what seemed a heated conversation with the same group of people.

Alex walked to the bar and got herself another vodka. As the night was warm she drifted outside and made her way to the small hedged garden, breathing in the night air, feeling a little elated at the success of the evening. The breeze cooling her body through the thin material of her summer dress. She leaned against a tree and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath of the night air.

"All alone miss?"

The voice made Alex jump. Her eyes opened and she saw Ryan and another boy she didn't recognise watching her, "Hi Ryan what are you doing out here?"

"Saw you come out and just wanted to make sure you were ok miss?" Ryan leaned against the tree next to her while his friend stood in front but some feet away.

"I'm fine Ryan, just needed some fresh air that's all, it's a lovely evening."

"Yes it is." Ryan said. "I just wanted to take this opportunity to thank you for all the help you have given me this term, if it wasn't for you I would never have got into uni."

Alex, her eyes closed again said, "You did all the work Ryan not me, I'm just glad you got back on track."

The next moment Alex felt warm breath on her cheek as Ryan's lips brushed them. Startled she opened her eyes and stepped sideways, "What are you doing?"

Ryan had followed her movement, his face only an inch from hers. "Just wanted to thank you properly, just a little kiss."

"No Ryan, I don't think that would be a good idea." She could smell the drink on his breath. She took another step away and bumped into the other boy. Dropping her glass she put her hands up and stepped forward to get away from them, she felt a tug at her hip and realised that Ryan was holding the tie belt to her dress, as she moved away the dress opened up revealing her thin thong and half cup bra, Ryan's eyes were glued to her semi naked body.

Alex tried to pull the dress closed and run at the same time. She felt hands on her shoulders spinning her around, "Just a quick kiss miss." Ryan said laughing.

The other boy had her by the arm and between the two boys they pulled her to the ground, there hands touching her breasts and darting between her legs. She kicked up with her knee and felt it hit something solid, but Ryan sprawled on top of her, his lips kissing her face and her breasts, his breathing was erratic and heavy. She could feel his erection through his jeans amazed at the hardness of it. Alex scrambled around urgently for something to hit him with.

A sharp stab in her hand and she grabbed whatever it was, she was about to hit him around the head with the object when she realised it was her drink glass. Panting heavily and very aware of his hardness, she held the glass to his throat and said, "Get off me. Now!"

Ryan froze and then rolled off her. Alex stood up and slowly walked backwards away from the two boys. Ryan lay on the floor smiling while his friend was rolled up in a ball with his hands at his crotch, 'Lucky strike' she thought. Once at a safe distance she turned and ran pulling her dress together she headed back into the building. She desperately searched for Mike. She had to tell him what had happened. But when she found him he was still in conversation with the group he had spent most of the night with. Alex headed for the ladies and locked herself in a cubicle, she took deep breaths and calmed herself down. Checking her clothing she saw no damage so she straightened herself up and decided to tell Mike at the first opportunity. 

Half an hour later the band played there last tune and everyone started to drift away. Alex hadn't seen Ryan or his friend since the incident and assumed they had run off.

"Taxi's here babe." Mike said. Alex didn't even know he had ordered a taxi but followed him outside, her eyes jumping from here to there looking for any sign of her assailants. All the way home Mike was chattering about his discussion with the others, not that Alex would have said anything in the taxi but it would have been nice to chat about her evening as well as his.

As they entered the house Mike said, "I'm bushed. I've got an early start tomorrow so I'm going up. Do you want me to wake you in the morning."

"Mike!" Alex said.

"You ok babe?" Mike said, "You did well. It was a great night, a great success." and he pecked her on the cheek, turned and made his way upstairs.

Alex looked at him as he disappeared, 'I'll have to tell him in the morning' she thought.

Still seriously unsettled over the incident Alex poured herself a drink and sat on the patio, taking in the cool night air. Pictures kept jumping into her head. Ryan kissing her, the struggle and his mouth on her nipples. His hardness pressing between her legs. The way they both held her down and how they each had a nipple in between their...."No!" She said out loud, "That's not what happened." Suddenly she realised that she was wet. Her pussy was getting wet at the last thought. But she knew it wasn't true. That's not what happened.

"But it would have been if I hadn't been lucky" Again she said it out loud, but more of a mumble this time. She was pacing now, going over all the details as she remembered them and found that she kept adding things that didn't belong. It was these things that were making her pussy throb. All the time Ryan's hardness pressing against her

"Oh fuck me no." She said finally, "Never. Think of something else, better still go to bed and forget it."

She spun round, closed the door and almost ran to her bed, laying next to Mike for support and comfort. It didn't help. The attack kept running through her head. Little additions would appear with each vision and before long she was tossing and turning in bed, her hand slowly moving between her legs. Originally to stave off the feelings but inevitably, slowly her fingers slid into her throbbing pussy. First one then two fingers slowly working there magic. Ryan and his friend crashing through her mind touching her at first and then ripping her clothes off, Ryan's throbbing erection, till they eventually fucked her one after the other like she was a rag doll and all the time she crashed through her orgasm and begged for more, tears of shame running down her face. Finally, exhausted, she fell into a restless sleep.

"I'm off babe." She heard through the fog of sleep. Mike had kissed her on the head to wake her.

"Ohh yes ok." She stammered only half hearing him.

"Coffee's made. I shouldn't be late, love you." Mike said as he made his way to the door.

By the time all this registered properly with Alex the car was pulling out of the drive. Then it hit her, the attack the night before. "What the fuck am I going to do?" She asked herself as she poured a cup of coffee. She sat down and thought about what had happened. By the time the cup was empty she had convinced herself that it was the drink that had made Ryan act in that manner and that he probably wouldn't even remember it. As to her late reaction to it all, she put that down to being tired after a long day.

As it was the last day of term she had a late start so went up for a shower. She stripped off in the bedroom laying out her clothes and went naked to the bathroom. She had been under the water for a few minutes when the door bell rang. She decided to ignore it but when it rang again, more persistently this time she thought that it must have been important to be calling this early and grabbed a towel, wrapping it round herself as she went down stairs. The bell was ringing almost non stop now and she was in somewhat of a panic thinking that maybe something had happened to Mike.

Alex threw the door open and was surprised to see Ryan standing there with his friend of the previous night. "I had to come round and apologise for last night miss, really, we are so sorry." Ryan gushed out, "Aren't we Eddie?" he added nudging his friend. 

"Err yes Ms Harold. Sorry, really." Eddie said

Relieved that Mike was safe she said, "You better come in." It wasn't unusual for Ryan to come into the house as he had spent a lot of time here with his extra teaching so Alex didn't think twice about inviting him in.

"I was expecting Mike to be knocking my door down last night." Ryan said.

"Well your lucky. I didn't get to tell him last night and he was up early this morning." Alex said, walking into the kitchen. "What possessed you to act like that Ryan after all that I have done for you.?"

"I'm so sorry Alex. I suppose I was infatuated with you and then the drink and well....your just...." he trailed off not wanting to get into anymore trouble than he was already.

The relief that Mike was ok had now turned to anger at what happened last night, "I'm just what Ryan? Come tell me." She said, her anger tipping over into her voice, "I want to know." 

"Your just so fuckin horny miss." Eddie said bluntly with a smile on his face.

Shocked at this blatantly crude response Alex suddenly remembered that she was only covered in a towel. "I think I better get dressed. Help yourself to coffee I wont be long." She turned to leave the kitchen brushing past Eddie as she did. She felt a tug on the towel and made a grab for it but not before it had become unravelled. Now only her hands held it across her breasts, her back naked and on full view to these two boys.

"How dare you!" Alex cried, glaring at Eddie as she spun round to cover her rear.

"Oh I dare Alex because you see if you hadn't enjoyed last night I am certain you would have told your husband ,but you didn't. Did you?" Eddie said using her name for the first time, "What do you reckon Ryan? Do you reckon she got a bit wet last night?

"Well it does seem a bit strange that you didn't tell Mike and then you just let us in this morning Alex." Ryan agreed stepping forward.

"I told you I didn't have the chance. Now get out or I will call the police and then you will be in serious trouble." Alex put on her best teachers voice, commanding and authoritative. Her mind on the other hand was so full of fear she could have screamed. The memories of last night flooding back into her mind. All the memories right up till she fell asleep. Her pussy started to throb. She could feel the moisture

Ryan casually walked over to the phone and picked it up. He dialled in the emergency number and handed it to Alex. ""There you are Alex all you have to do is push the call button. Then all you have to do is tell them how two young boys attacked you last night. Then explain how you let them into your house this morning as soon as your husband had left home, and how you were only dressed in a towel. I am sure they will believe you."

"Yes of course they will." Eddie said moving closer, "But of course, then we would have to tell them how you and Ryan have been fucking for months now, and how last night you asked him to bring a friend along, and how we were disturbed so you invited us here first thing this morning to fuck your brains out."

"That's a bloody lie and you know it." Alex whimpered, realising that she had trapped herself. The police would want to know why she hadn't reported the attack to them let alone not telling Mike. All the time Alex had been backing off. Now she was against the wall.

"You kicked me in the balls last night Alex. I think you ought to kiss it better don't you?" Eddie said, standing to one side of her.

Ryan moved the other side and whispered in her ear, "Did you get wet last night Alex. Did your pussy throb at the thought of young cock sliding into it."

Alex pushed herself away from the wall, but they grabbed her arms, "No! I was disgusted by you both. Now get out" Slowly she felt her arms being pulled up. "No. Please don't. Leave now and I wont tell anybody about this. Please." Her pleas fell on deaf ears. Her pussy was pleased that she was being ignored and throbbed even harder in anticipation of something new penetrating it.

As her arms were lifted, with little or no resistance, above her head and pinned to the wall the towel fell to the floor. Her knees shaking till she almost fell, tears welling up in her eyes. Her pussy throbbing against her will. She felt hands running up her legs pulling them slightly apart. She whimpered as the hands ran across her pussy then slowly spread her lips apart and a finger slid through the wetness to her private place. She moaned through her tears. "All wet and ready Alex." Ryan said softly. She felt another finger slide in and she involuntarily opened herself to receive it.

"Oh nice one Alex. You may not be up for a fuck but your cunt is babe. Don't worry we will give it what it needs." Eddie said leering into her face.

"Please don't. Stop now before this goes' too far." Alex again pleaded. Suddenly she felt a tongue fly across her nipple, and then her other breast was sucked into a mouth. Just as she had pictured it last night. Each of the boys was sucking on a nipple sending wild sensations down her body, culminating in her pussy which was now screaming for more attention than the two fingers that were still working on it. Be it by accident or through knowledge one of those fingers had found her clitoris and was playing it with apparent experience. Her arms had stopped fighting now and her legs could barely hold her up.

Eddie stepped back and said, "Now I think it's time for you to kiss me better."

"No I won't'" Alex said as Eddie first removed his shirt and then his shorts, revealing his erection in all it's glory.

Alex gasped as she looked at that huge cock. She was no prude and while she had been married to Mike for ten years she had been faithful and enjoyed a full and varied sex life, before him she had several other lovers. Non of them seemed to compare with Eddie in the cock department. Her knees finally gave way and Ryan let her drop to her knees.

"Seems she is eager to have a taste of that cock of yours Eddie." Ryan said pulling his own shirt off

"Always happy to please." Eddie said moving forward and taking hold of Alex's hair. He guided his cock till it was rubbing her lips.

"No please don't" Alex said as the cock slid into her mouth stifling any further protest. Alex did nothing to help in this face fuck, though her instinct was to grab that huge cock and take it as deep as she could, she would not help in this forced act.

"I know what she needs." Ryan said, "Put her on the settee."

Eddie dragged her to the settee and sat her down with her bum just on the edge of the cushion. He stood up on the seat and pushed his cock towards Alex mouth, she refused to open up and let him in till she suddenly felt a tongue dive into her swollen pussy. "Ohh no." She gasped and the cock slid all the way into her mouth. The tongue worked her pussy well, finding her bud and sucking on it she could feel an orgasm rising up but fought it off. She didn't even realise that she was now sucking on that cock like it was an old friend. Taking it deep into her throat till she felt the choke reaction and then sliding it out again..

"This cunt is so fucking flooded I tell you we could both get our cocks in it." Ryan gasped then returned to his work.

There was no way that Alex could hold off that inevitable orgasm for long. She started to make little jerking motions and letting out gasps, slowly rising with moans escaping around the cock in her mouth. 

Ryan was very good at licking pussy. He had done it many times with different girls and had a bit of a reputation. He played that clit for all it was worth using all his skill to get Alex on the verge of orgasm, holding her there till he heard Eddie shoot his juice into Alex's mouth. Even than he didn't tip Alex over the edge. He waited till Eddie stepped off the settee, "She drank the fuckin lot, didn't lose a drop." Eddie said.

Now Alex was bucking wildly to get her orgasm completed. "You wanna come Alex?" Ryan asked smiling at Eddie. "You want me to lick your pussy till you come all over my face."

"You fuckin bastards Do it, don't stop now please." Alex cried.

"Oh you got to ask nicely Alex. Ask me nicely and say please Alex." Ryan said, and again flicked at that hot throbbing clit.

"Ohh yes yes. Please Ryan make me come Ryan I want you to lick me off Ryan please suck my cunt Ryan, do it oooohhhhh oh yes oh fuck me yes ooohhhhh goooooooood yeeeeeessssssss." Alex went into the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced she thrashed around so much she almost knocked Ryan's teeth out but still he didn't stop. 

Finally Alex fell to the floor on her hands and knees still thrashing about and pulsing her pussy in time with the throbbing orgasm that just would not stop. Ryan didn't care about Alex's problems all he wanted was to fuck that pussy as hard as he could. He had dreamt of this moment for so long and never thought it would happen now, she was his to do with as he pleased. He rammed his erection as hard as he could into that throbbing eager pussy. "This is what you want isn't it Alex, you just want to fuck don't you."

"Oh fuck me yes. Just fuck me hard do me hard fuck me." She cried. She was lost now in a continual orgasm that made her blind to anything but the pleasure. When Ryan pulled out of her she screamed at him, "Don't stop you bastard fuck me, do it don't go away, fuck me hard you useless shit fuck me."

Eddie soon took Ryan's place and used that eager pussy as hard as he could while Ryan rammed his cock into Alex's mouth for a clean up. They both once again shot their juices into that eager wanton body and then as they stepped aside, watched as Alex fell to the floor with her hands between her legs finger fucking herself till she could fuck no more.

When Alex came to her senses she saw both boys sitting on the settee looking at a mobile phone. As she stirred Ryan said, "You make one fuckin great movie Alex those tits of yours are rock fucking solid even when your on your knees."

"Wha....what do you mean." Alex stammered as she curled her knees up under her chin.

"Here have a look." Eddie said holding the phone towards her. Alex turned her head and looked at the image, stunned. Somehow, without her realising it they had filmed what had happened on a mobile phone.

Laying her head on her knees she said, "Get out. Get out of my house. I don't ever want to see you again."

"Oh your going to see us again Alex. Your going to see a lot of us. If I had known you were that good a fuck I would have done it ages ago. You just can't get enough of it and I'm just the guy to help you out with that problem." Ryan said.




Alex Ch. 01



Exhausted but angry and more ashamed than she ever thought possible Alex summoned up the energy to stand up. "You will never see me again do you understand, not ever. If you do I will call the police and have you arrested, whatever the consequences."

Before she could get out of his way Eddie grabbed her and pushed her to her knees. The searing pain as his newly erect cock rammed into her arse was excruciating but fleeting. As his balls hit her bum cheeks her throbbing pussy was swamped by a revived orgasm. This time she got no relief. As soon as Eddie fired his juice into her he withdrew and threw her to the floor.

"You can't help it Alex. Your just a slut that loves cock and even if you don't your pussy does and your arse."

All her instincts told her to deny it but deep down Alex knew he spoke the truth. She groaned and just lay on the floor where he had thrown her. 

"I'll make some coffee. Alex go and get a shower." Ryan said

Slowly Alex got to her feet and went to the bathroom. The shower revived her somewhat but she was still in a complete daze as to what had just happened. She knew she had been well and truly fucked by these two young studs but the reaction of her own body was completely new to her. She knew that she would have to make sure it never happened again. She got dressed and went back downstairs. The boys were drinking coffee at the kitchen table and had poured her one as well. She took a seat and sipped at the steaming brew, not saying anything, still trying to put her mind back together.

"Your one great fuck Alex." Eddie said.

Looking up from her cup Alex said. "Who the fuck are you. I don't know you at all. Who is he Ryan."

"Oh sorry Alex. Let me introduce Eddie Graham. My best friend."

"Well let me make this plain to you both this will never happen again. Do you understand me? Never."

Eddie was going to say something but Ryan touched his arm and he remained silent. "Ok Alex. If you say so we can just forget it ever happened ok?"

"Thank you Ryan. Yes I would prefer that it was just forgotten."

"Well we will see you around then." Eddie said as he and Ryan headed for the door.

As they let themselves out Alex burst into tears and put her head in her arms. Her body was racked with shame, but she couldn't stop her pussy throbbing. Later as she entered her classroom she remembered that she had Ryan's class for a last lesson. She decided that she had to be professional and withdrawn from him. After all this was the last day of term.

All through the lesson Ryan looked at her, smiling knowingly, but she thought that she coped quite well even if she did get a few strange looks from students, ignoring them she carried on till the end of the day.

Thankfully the day and the term were over. All she had to do now was lock the college up and hand the keys over to the caretaker. She opened her office door and walked straight into Ryan. He had been waiting for her it seemed as he was looking over the balcony into the gym. He turned round and raised his hands.

"I just want to talk Alex, just talk I promise." He said.

Alex was shocked and horrified to see him but he seemed sincere so she stepped back into her office and sat at her desk. Ryan sat opposite leaving plenty of space between them and, as she saw it, giving her the dominant position, sort of tutor pupil space as this was her office. "What do you want Ryan?" She asked sharply.

"I want to apologise."

Alex was a bit shocked to say the least. She said nothing. Waiting for what came next.

"I have always fancied you Alex I wont lie about that." Ryan said, looking passed her out the second floor window "But what has happened was not really supposed to, I don't know what happened really. Things just got out of hand. But you confused me as well."

"And in what way did I confuse you Ryan. No is No and very plain to understand" Alex said not trying to hide the anger in her voice

"But you never said no Alex. You said you cant, please don't and stuff like that but you never once said no. And your body betrayed you as well. You know it's true Alex."

Alex sat quietly for a moment thinking over what had happened as best as she could and she had to admit that she could not actually remember saying 'No'. And he was right about her body it betrayed her terribly. It betrayed her now as she could feel her pussy starting to get wet just by being in the room with this young stud knowing that he wanted to fuck her. "Ryan, Mike and I accepted you into our home because you needed help. We treated you more like a friend than a pupil. You know that Mike and I are very happy together. I can't, I wont risk my marriage. You know I didn't want anything to happen despite what my body may have done."

"I would never knowingly put your marriage at risk Alex. But that's what confuses me. Look. Can we just be open and honest with each other. I mean really honest, maybe with ourselves as well as each other?"

"What do you mean? Honest."

"If I ask you a straight question will you give me a straight answer? An honest answer, even if you don't like that answer."

Alex's heart started to pound. "I....I can't I just can't" She replied quietly.

"Because you may have to admit that you enjoyed, at least some of what happened between us."

She couldn't look Ryan in the face and she couldn't answer him. She knew that once she did she would be lost to her bodies needs and not her own.

"Alex?" Ryan prompted

After a moment Alex said, "I hated what you and that....friend of yours did to me. Despite what my body tells you I hated it. If Mike ever found out my life would be destroyed. He is a gentle man and would never ever dream of using me in the way that you two did."

"But you did enjoy it, maybe even want it to happen, some of it at least didn't you?"

Alex felt a wave of feeling rush up from between her legs up through her chest to her mouth, "Yes." she said "I fucking hate you for making me say it, but yes."

There was no look of triumph on Ryan's face like Alex expected. More a look of concern. "So if your marriage was never put at risk would you want it to continue." 

"I don't 'want' it to continue Ryan." Alex said angrily "I cannot give myself to you however much my body may scream out for it. I can't stop you taking me. Doing whatever you want to with me but I cannot give.... myself.... to you." As she finished Alex suddenly realise what she had said and she knew it to be true. If he took her she, or her body, reasoned that it would not be her fault. Suddenly she knew that it was the being taken, being fucked, had, being used that turned her on and not the fact that it was one or however many young studs. She admitted probably the hardest part of all. It didn't matter who when where or how or even how old. It was the being dominated that turned her on. She slumped back in her seat horrified at the discovery

"So let me get this straight. As long as your marriage is not put at risk. As long as nobody else finds out. I can do whatever I want with you, whenever I want . Even bring in whoever I want as long as nobody finds out."

The strain on Alex face was clear. She was fighting her instinctive reply, which was "Yes." It was out. She had admitted it. She had just given herself to this young stud freely to do whatever he wanted with her.

"Stand up Alex." Ryan said "Come here."

In a daze Alex did as she was told. She stood in front of him with tears in her eyes and her pussy throbbing to be used. Ryan stood up, a head taller than her he looked down at her. "Just so there is no confusion. I can do whatever I want with you without asking whenever I want to. I can tell you what to do and who to do and you will do it. In essence you are my slut, my sex slave to command and use as I see fit."

Alex bowed her head in shame "Yes." she said quietly. Then stubbornly added, "But I will never do it willingly."

Ryan smiled to himself. He had never expected this to be the outcome when he decided to come here after college had finished. Now that it had he felt an overpowering sense of authority over this gorgeous older woman, "Take your panties off slut"

Alex lifted her skirt and without a thought dropped her panties to her feet and stepped out of them. Ryan could see how wet they were. "Bend over the desk."

Tears freely running down her face now Alex did as she was told. Her head kept on shouting no but her body screamed out for attention. Once Alex was bent over the desk Ryan lifted her skirt. He ran his hands over those wonderful buttocks and smiled as Alex opened her legs for more attention. "Whenever Mike is away you will never wear bra or panties. Understood?"

Alex lay there in silence till she felt a stinging slap on her bare buttocks. She jumped up only to be viciously pushed back down onto the desk.

"Understood slut" Ryan said in a commanding voice.

"Yes!" Alex said "Understood." She was amazed how the slap had increased the throbbing in her pussy so much she could feel her juices running down her legs.

"At all other times when you are with me in public, you will never wear a bra and that means in college as well as anywhere else. Understood."

Without hesitation Alex replied "Understood."

Ryan dropped his shorts and touched his engorged cock against Alex's sopping hole. Running it up and down her, taking pleasure in ever little twitch that Alex gave. His hand still holding her head down on the desk "Do you want this Alex?" Ryan asked pushing his erection slightly into her

"Yes!" she replied adding "Please."

He wasn't gentle as he rammed his cock all the way into her. He didn't stop as she screamed her pleasure or even when she thrashed about in instant orgasm. He used her, violently. Ramming his cock in as hard as he could while slapping her buttocks as hard as he could. He violated her and Alex went instantly into uncontrollable orgasm. She was completely lost in it the moment he had rammed into her. The pain in her bum cheeks heightening the pleasure.

She didn't feel it as Ryan shot his seed into her. She didn't feel it as he withdrew his softening cock and she never heard him leave with her panties in his hand. She dropped to the floor writhing in ecstasy.

She didn't know how long she lay there but after some time she got up and with shaking legs made her way out of the building. She met the caretaker coming across the car park and handed him the keys. "Are you ok Ms Harold? You look a bit pale."

"Oh yes I'm fine." Alex said a little startled, "Recovering from last night I think. Bye! Have a good holiday." Alex smiled at the irony, yes she was still recovering from last night and had a feeling she would be for some time to come. If Ryan thought he was confused he should have seen Alex at this moment. Riddled with shame and more sexually pleasured than she had ever been in her life.

Mikro

I know there is a lot of scope here for many more chapters but I have so many projects running at the moment. So I make no promises for further adventures with Alex. 



Alex Ch. 01



This story not a story that jumps straight into sex, this story takes time and shows the emotions and lives of it's characters while doing so. If you want pure smut than this is not the story for you.

-UberAndrew

--------CHAPTER 1, REUNION-----------------

It was another long day at work moving heavy building materials across a dusty cluttered lot. I was a construction worker who worked on projects around the city so as you would imagine I was pretty spent by the time I got home. It had started raining just moments before I was off for work so I was a bit damp, but my exhaustion got the better of me and almost as soon as I walked through my door I fell back into my recliner still in my damp and dirty tank top and jeans.

The recliner was as far back as it could go and some show on the television mumbled in the otherwise quiet room. I didn't know what it was nor did I really care. Majority of the time I only had the TV on to spare the house of what would otherwise be dead silence.

I sat there staring at the blank ceiling, with only the surrounding walls to keep me company. Sometimes I wondered why I ever needed so much room for just me, at times it seemed like the empty rooms void of anyone mocked my loneliness.

Both of my parents were quite financially wealthy; my dad being surgeon and my mother being a psychotherapist. Luckily enough they were generous and help pay for much of my own house. The house was decently sized and old styled. The outside was fake wood to protect the inside from the elements but the inside was all real. It was cozy but also spacious, but I often found myself wishing it wasn't so big, maybe then it wouldn't seem so empty.

The only real family I've ever had was my parents and they were always busy, everyone was else was either dead or moved away. And since I was horribly shy and terrible with girls in high school I never got married. Hell, I hardly ever had a relationship that could really count.

Now I'm not an Adonis or anything, but I'm also not ugly or unattractive. I was pretty standard when it came to build, about 5"10 and 175 pounds. Fortunately my current job had plenty of physical labor which gave my otherwise lean frame some muscles. According to the few girls I actually dated my best feature was my apparently warm smile in addition to my deep blue eyes. Ever since high school I kept my brunette hair semi short, about ear length.

I often thought about how I should feel happy, but yet I just don't. It seemed my life was in a miserable loop; wake up, go to work, come home, repeat, and then two days at the end of the week which I spend often alone and bored. Because it was just me I had quite a hefty amount saved up, but for what? I had nothing to spend it on. I found it ironic that most men complain about having to spend most of their pay checks on their families, but that was almost the opposite for me, I had no one to spend money on, but I wish I did. More than anything I longed for someone to hold at night.

As I sat there thinking over the low mumble over the TV time began to pass and it was already 10 PM. My eyes began feeling heavier and heavier. I just sat there thinking until I eventually fell asleep on my recliner.

I quickly shot up quickly from my sound sleep, startled by the loud and sudden noise. I looked around as I gained my senses, and then the sound rang again. It was my doorbell. I suppose I get so little guests ever I forgot what it sounded like.

"Who could be here at this time?" I whispered to myself under my breath looking at the time, it was 11:29 PM. I was asleep for only about an hour.

I went to the door, opening it, eyes opening too in surprise, taking but a few seconds to recognize this person standing before me. It was my old friend Alex. I haven't seen Alex since high school, we had to part ways when we headed towards different colleges, we haven't really spoken since.

"Hey Ryan..." he spoke softly, the rain beating down on his large rain coat, his nose bright red and his warm breath leaking from his mouth into the cold night air.

"Alex?!" I was honestly surprised to see him, especially at this time in this weather.

"Can... I come in?" he asked softly, his words as sad and cold as the air around him.

"Yeah, sure..." I opened the door wide and welcoming, Alex walked right in and sat right down on the couch. His head lowered as if he did something terribly embarrassing and felt ashamed because of it.

He just sat there saying nothing at first. I waited for him to say something but he continued to look at the floor, almost as if he was ignoring me or acting like we never parted ways.

"Alex... What are you doing here?" I asked, hoping I didn't sound too rude. "Did something happen?"

"My parents kicked me out. They disowned me..." he answered, his voice full of lament. It was obvious he was still upset.

"What happened?" I asked curiously, but not too surprised. I always hated his parents, his dad was a muscle head jock who oozed testosterone, and since Alex was the quiet type who would rather draw or read then play sports he was nothing but a disappointment to him. His mother was as big of a bitch as his father was an ass hole, she was a lawyer so as you could imagine she was always tense as if she had a pole permanently shoved up her ass, I could always tell they saw Alex as a failure and a disappointment.

"I don't really want to talk about it right now..." he sighed coldly. I knew he meant what he said, I decided he'd tell me when he was ready.

"But long story short they kicked me out and I don't have any where's to go..." he continued explaining. "You're the only person I could really turn to, your the closest person I have, even if we haven't seen each other for years..."

"Let me guess, you want to stay here?"

"Please Ryan, it's either here or the streets!" he begged. A look of desperation grew over his face, I could tell he really needed me.

"Well, what are friends for? I can't let my best bro sleep in the streets!" What I said was true, even if was haven't seen each other for years I couldn't let my best friend sleep out on the streets. Besides, maybe it would be fun to have someone to actually hang out with.

"Thank you! Thank you!" he said repeatedly. It was obvious this meant a lot to him.

"I promise you won't even notice I'm here! I'll clean up after myself and do whatever you need me to do!" he explained, sounding a grateful as one could get.

"Hey, it's no problem, really" I assured him.

I noticed he was drenched from the rain. How he didn't freeze to death out in the rain was beyond me.

"How about a towel?" I asked, he gave an awkward smile and nodded.

When I handed him a towel he pulled off his hood and unzipped his coat. Before, I could just barely see his face under the hood, but now I could see him clearly now.

Alex pretty much looked like I remembered he did. He was shorter than me and had a relatively small frame making him pretty light. Freckles spread across his cheeks and shoulders. He had shoulder length straight raven-black hair, his bangs tucked behind his ears. Now I know it's odd of me to notice, but his face was kind of rounded and soft, that along with his plump lips, button nose and thin eye brows were the reason behind a lot of teasing back in school, most of the ass-holes would tease him and say he looks like a girl, now I know I'm his friend but I couldn't help but think that on occasion too, but it's not like he asked to be born like that.

I handed him a towel and he started to dry off, his shirt was virtually dry but his pants were pretty soaked.

"Hey, I could probably find you a dry pair of pants if you want..." I offered, he glanced at his soaked jeans. He looked back up and gave me another awkward smile. 

"That would be really nice" he answered.

I went to go find a decent pair he could use. Knowing Alex was a lot smaller than me I searched for the smallest pair. I eventually found a pair that was smaller than the other ones, but only by one size. When he put them on they still seemed to be too big for him, they sagged and made it seem more of a fashion statement then anything else. They were so large on him he had to hold them up to prevent from them falling. We both couldn't help but laugh. 

"I have a spare room down the hall, all it has in it is a bed and a TV, but I'm not using it for anything so feel free to make it your own" I suggested, he just nodded in confirmation.

"I just want to thank you so much Ryan. It's just that It's really hard right now and I really need a place to stay, it must seem so rude to ask so much of you after not seeing you for all these years" he told me, I could tell he felt guilty for asking for so much. "I promise I won't cause any trouble, and I'll get a job as soon as I can to pay you back!" he added.

"Don't sweat it man! It's no problem, really" I continued to reassure him. "Besides, it's can get pretty boring around here, it'll be nice to have someone to hang with".

-----CHAPTER 2, CATCHING UP-----------------------

About a week has gone by since he showed up. Most days he went back and forth between here and his parents house to get his things, and in all that time he still wouldn't say the reason they kicked him out, and every time I drove him there his parents would give him glares of hatred towards him while he collected his things, it made my stomach sick and it took everything I had to not yell my head off at them for disowning their own son.

As he collected his stuff from his parents house he piled the boxes up in his room, strangely he never let me ever actually see what was in them. As he set up his stuff he kept on coming up with reasons why I couldn't be in there, like there was something he didn't want me to see.

It was finally Sunday, the only day off I got this week. Like every other day off I had nothing to do, nowhere to go, nothing. But now I was hoping I could spend today to catch up with Alex, we used to be the best of friends throughout grade school and I really longed for that kind of friendship again.

I walked up to his door, it was shut and probably locked like usually, I don't even think I got to see it since he got all of his things in there.

"Hey Al, you want to play some Smash like old times?" I asked as I knocked, that game used to be our favorite back in the day.

"I told you not to call me that!" He whined. I knew he hated being called that, for some reason he disliked that name, knowing this I would always call him that to mess with him.

"Well would it be better if I called you Alexis then?" I teased, that was another name I use to tease him with, the name almost seemed to suit him. As long as I could remember he was reserved and quiet, he always had a bit of an androgynous look to him and was teased constantly for it. When others were playing sports he was quietly drawing, when others were out causing trouble like teenage boys do, he was usually at home cleaning or cooking. But even though I would tease him by calling him that, he never really argued against it, I figured he just learned to accept it as just teasing.

He was silent for a short moment before replying. "Yeah, I'll be out in a minute". I figured I might as well get the game started while he finishes whatever he was doing.

It wasn't long after I got the game started that he finally decided to come out. He was wearing knee length skin tight black shorts and a white loose tank top, and I also couldn't help but notice his legs and arms were shaved. I know I shouldn't question how another man grooms himself, but I couldn't help but wonder why, considering it only added to his androgynous image. 

He sat down next to me, close enough that his arm occasionally grazed mine, his skin was as silky and soft as it was milky pale. He grabbed a controller and when began playing. We played round after round, he would win some, I'd win some, though I hated to admit it he probably won more than me.

We played for well over an hour before switching to another game, even then it was virtually the same, him winning some, me winning a few. For hours we played, switching to game to game, and even though I hardly could win at anything I was still happy I could actually play with someone instead of alone, like I normally would.

As we played we seemed to lose track of time. It wasn't late before too long. It was about 8pm when our stomachs finally seemed to catch up with us. Hunger struck both of us like a bullet train, we could both hear each others stomachs, we agreed to take a break to eat something.

"Would you like a sandwich?" Alex asked, I being a little surprised by his offer. "Sure, but you don't have to make me food" I assured him, but he insisted. "It's okay, it's no hassle to me, besides, I have to make myself useful in some way" he explained, I still didn't know how I felt about it, but I decided to just accept his offer, besides, a sandwich sounded like heaven right now.

With his back to me as he headed to the kitchen, my eyes couldn't help but gaze back at his shaved legs. I always knew he was slender, but seeing his legs shaved made me realize just how feminine they really were. His legs were sleek and curved like a girls, they looked smooth and pale like the rest of him. Without thinking my eyes moved upward, stopping at his bottom. His tight shorts fitted to the luscious curves of his ass, arguably his most feminine feature. After staring like a horny school boy the realization that I was checking out my male friend struck me, immediately feeling guilty and ashamed I adverted my eyes. A bit of fear ran through me, I worried I might be gay. I tired to dismiss the thought, thinking of it just as harmless looking and observations.

He returned not long later holding a plate adorned with a large delicious looking sandwich and a pile of chips, he held a beer in his hand. He set the food down in front of me on the coffee table and gave me a warm smile. He returned to the kitchen to fetch his food, the same as mine.

I decided to put a movie on, give us something to watch while we ate. Since we were both guys I thought an action movie would be fine. I put in into the DVD player and started it, I sat back on the couch next to Alex.

It wasn't that far into the movie that we finished our food and our beers as well. I got us both another beer shortly after. By the time the movie was half finished we both had three each.

As the movie was closing to the end Alex was getting drowsy, his eyes fighting to stay open. It wasn't long before he lost the fight and fell asleep, he curled up on his spot, occasionally moving around to get comfortable. It seemed he moved closer and closer to me with each sleeping movement.

Without much warning he leaned over, pressing all of himself up against me. His head rested on my shoulder. He was soundly asleep, releasing soft sighs with each exhale. I questioned myself whether I should move him or not.

Once again I felt his skin on mine, this time it was much more than just an occasional grazing, his entire arm rested on mine. With his hair inches away from my face I could smell it's entire aroma, it was feminine and fresh, it smelled like he must use woman's shampoo. 

As the movie came to an end he stayed like this, I started to ask myself why didn't I move him yet? To be honest it didn't feel like another male was leaning against me, it felt like a cute girl was. Between his long shoulder length silky hair, smooth pale skin, and small frame covered in little clothing it wouldn't be hard to believe that this was a girl.

After years without someone to hold I think part of me wanted to indulge in the illusion, part of me wanted to just pretend that this was a girl cuddling against me, though a smaller part was yelling that this was Alex and I should stop and move him off of me. Despite my voice of reason telling me to stop my loneliness and curiosity got the better of me, I put my arm around his shoulder, holding him close against me. Of course I knew this was Alex, and I knew this would end after this, and frankly I don't think I'd want it to go further, but I just need this, even if it was just for a moment.

My arm seemed to start rubbing up and down his freckled arm almost as if on it's own, his skin was silky smooth as a baby's, no roughness or stubble to be found.

My arm quickly halted when he moaned softly, not wanting to be caught like this if he woke up I carefully and slowly stood up, holding him in place. I set him down softly so he could lay against the soft couch.

Leaving him sleeping on the couch I hurried to my room, uncertain thoughts racing through my head. As I lie on my bed odd emotions and thoughts circulate through my head. The little contact I just had felt so wonderful and taboo at the same time. Even though I just rubbed my hand up and down his shoulder I felt guilty. Alex is my friend, my guy friend, so how could I have done that? Was I gay? I never found another boy attractive before, nor did I ever imagine me ever being with one.

As I had these thoughts my mind somehow found it's way of thinking of his body. I always knew he didn't have a manly physique, in fact far from it. But I never once did I ever consider him having a feminine one, but looking back I realize all he would need to really pass as a girl would be breasts.

His frame was small and delicate, his hair was long and soft, his round curvy, bubbly bottom, his skin smooth and pale as a babies. I guess it didn't help he his cheeks and shoulders were covered in freckles, which I happen to find very attractive in a girl. All in all he would be my perfect ideal girl if he was one.

The image my mind kept on going back to was his slender smooth legs that protruded from his feminine ass. His legs and ass were definitely his most feminine feature, his bottom bubbly and had all the curves that any real girl would kill for.

I couldn't help but image rubbing up and down his long sleek legs, up and down, feeling the smooth creaminess that haunted my thoughts. As I had this taboo fantasy I seemed to slip from reality, it was as if I was actually there rubbing his legs.

My thoughts got more daring as I planted soft kisses up and down his legs, I swear I could almost hear his soft feminine moans. I could feel my mind succumbing to lust with each imaginary kiss, my mouth opened more and kisses became licks.

My mouth worked its way down his leg. I planted kisses on his ankle, making my way down to his soft feminine foot. My hands started exploring his thighs, rubbing them gently. My hands found their way to his ass cheeks. They began massaging and caressing them as I planted kisses on his feminine feet.

My tongue slipped in between his slim wiggling toes, his continuous soft moans of ecstasy ran through my head. 

Somewhere along the line I had forgotten who I was fantasizing. When it finally hit me who's feet and ass I was playing with in my mind I snapped back into reality, I felt disgusted with myself. Did I really just fantasize all that with my friend?

All that night I questioned my own sexuality. I didn't feel gay, I have never thought of another guy in that way before. I tried as hard as I could to get all those thoughts out of my head, I tried to promise myself I won't let myself think of Alex that way again.

--------CHAPTER 3, CONFESSION------------------

Three weeks had already gone by since he showed up at my door that cold night. He had now long collected all of his things. I wish I could say how the room looked, but he never let me in. So many times I wanted to play the owner of the house card to let myself in, but I decided to respect his privacy.

This day started out fairly well, when I arrived at work I was informed the schedule was made wrong and too many people showed up today, so I got the day off. I headed home quickly, anticipating my relaxing afternoon.




Alex Ch. 01



Author's note:

This is the first chapter of a story I wrote online with my friend Alex. Alex is a part Latina 18 year-old lady. She is 5'2 tall; slim with brown hair and brown eyes. I am 5'9 with short brown hair, blue eyes and of slim build. When we first met online she was interested in being dominated by a male in a rough way, so that's exactly what we did. Please be warned this does contain forced sex. 

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PHIL: I am your older brother's best mate, we've known each other for years but nowadays I only really see you in passing when I visit your place. One evening I am around there seeing your brother, Danny, but he is constantly texting and calling his new girlfriend. I get sick of that and take a wander. I see your door slightly open, push it a little bit and enter. I notice you're watching something on your computer, one hand down your pyjama bottoms. I'm just in my jeans and loose T-shirt as I'm only here to hang out really. "Hey Alex what's up. He's on his phone again to his new girl. He doesn't even notice I'm he... hey! what's all this. What you watching?"

ALEX: I'm wearing a pink spaghetti strap tank top, short blue shorts. I gasp when I hear you open the door and quickly shut off my monitor. "Phil! I... uh... I didn't hear you."

PHIL: "What's going on here then?" I come over to the bed trying to see what you were watching but the screen is now blank. "Was that something you really shouldn't have been watching honey?"

ALEX: my face is red, I'm very embarrassed. "No... Probably not... Please don't tell my brother... He'll freak out!"

PHIL: "wow... and your fingers are wet! You've been watching naughty films on there and touching your pussy haven't you! Oh... Alex, I didn't know you liked that sort of thing. I thought only really dirty girls did that. Aww why the red face? I mean your brother is just in his room. I could easily go in there right now and tell him what I've found."

ALEX: my face gets brighter red as you talk to me. I quickly wipe my fingers off on the bed sheets. "No! Please don't. I'm not a dirty girl... This is the first time I've ever watched anything like that, I promise!"

PHIL: "Oh so you're just training to be dirty." I sit down on your bed, moving your laptop away off of your lap and putting it down on the floor. "Well if you're practicing, I can help you out there. I tell you what. I won't tell your brother anything about this, if you suck my cock right down your throat, here and now. How's that?"

ALEX: my eyes go wide and I gasp. "What?! No! I'm not going to do that!" I scoot away from you a little bit.

PHIL: I kneel up on the bed and unclasp my belt. I put a hand either side of where you're lying. "Oh come on Alex, don't be all shy. You've just watched the lady on the screen take a big cock down her throat I bet. I know you want to feel that for real in your mouth don't you."

ALEX: I look up at you, scared, my back pressed up against the headboard. "No... I...I don't want to do that... please," my body trembling a little.

PHIL: "Aww Alex, don't be scared, it's perfectly ok." I whisper to you. I reach out a comforting hand as if to touch your cheek, before clamping it hard over your mouth. I then get really close to you and talk quickly. "Now look here you little bitch. I've seen you walking around in your pyjamas all the time trying to turn me on. You've been trying to tease me. Well now it's my turn to tease you. Don't you make a fucking sound else I will really hurt you bad. In a minute I'm going to take my hand away, and you, my horny little lady, are going to open your lips wide and let me put this thick cock inside, ok?!!"

ALEX: my eyes go wide as soon as you put your hand over my mouth. I grab your arm and try to pull your hand away but you're too strong. I look up at you shaking, my eyes starting to water, and I stay silent, not answering you.

PHIL: "Nod for me if you understand. Nod your agreement that you'll suck my cock. And don't claw at my fucking arm or I'll be forced to twist yours."

ALEX: I'm breathing hard and shaking, but I shake my head no, not believing that you'd hurt me.

PHIL: "Don't' make things difficult for me you little slut." I keep my hand planted firmly over your lips, and take one of your small hands with the other. I clamp my fist around your four fingers and gently begin to squeeze. "Now think about this and answer me again Alex. Are you going to suck my cock down your slut throat?"

ALEX: I wince in pain as you squeeze my hand. a tear falls down my face. I stay silent for a little bit, but as you squeeze my hand harder it becomes too much. I finally nod my head yes, crying a little.

PHIL: "Mmmm that's it. Much better." I let your hand free and quickly unbutton my jeans, pushing them, and my boxers, past my waist and down my legs. My cock stands out straight and I bring it right to your face, before letting your mouth free.

ALEX: I'm still scared and shaking as I watch you push down your jeans. At the same time, I'm moving my fingers around trying to get feeling back into them. I gasp and get more scared when I see how big your cock is. When you let my mouth free, I whimper softly and turn my face away from it.

PHIL: "No don't start all that acting coy again Alex. Open wide and take what you deserve." I idly slap your face with my fully erect cock, nudging it at your lips. "Now open fucking wide!"

ALEX: I whimper again when you slap me with your cock. Slowly, I turn my face towards you again, looking up at you, tears going down my face. I very, very slowly open my mouth in front of your cock.

PHIL: I smile broadly as I see your lips part. "Mmmm now that's much better. Now suck it bitch." I push forward shoving a good few inches of my cock into your mouth. I look into your eyes, seeing the terror in them, but it only drives me on further. I grab a fist full of your hair and start to pump my cock further into your mouth, feeling it bumping against your throat, making you splutter.

ALEX: I cringe when I taste your cock, but stay still, wrapping my lips around it. I try to scream when you grab my hair, but I can't with your cock in my mouth. I gag on it when I feel it hitting the back of my throat. As soon as you make me choke on it, I try to get away, but you're too strong and I'm helpless as you fuck my mouth.

PHIL: I let out low moans as I continue to ram it deep. "Mmmm Alex, I knew you could suck cock well, that's it, swallow every inch. I think I'm going to have to come around here more often aren't I and creep in your room to fuck your pretty little mouth." It really turns me on how your throat is gripping at the tip. "Consider this your first slut lesson. I'm going to make you my perfect cock-hungry bitch."

ALEX: I keep struggling, tears streaming down my face as you choke me with your cock. I look up at you, my eyes begging for mercy. I keep trying to pull away but can't. Your cock's now soaked with my saliva and I'm drooling a little down my chin.

PHIL: "Aww poor little Alex with her damp face. Stop crying and enjoy it. It's a nice thick cock, you should be learning to love it and swallow it all down!" It slides in so easily now you've made it so wet, and I'm really starting to pick up the pace with my movements, my balls slapping against your wet chin. With my free hand I push a pink strap down over your shoulder and shove my hand into your thin top. "Mmmm you're getting a really nice pair of tits here too aren't you. Just what a slut needs to please her man." I hungrily squeeze and fondle your firm breasts, pinching the erect nipples between thumb and forefinger.

ALEX: I'm still sobbing, and choking on your cock. My face a mess of my tears and spit. I close my eyes tight as I keep gagging, wishing this wasn't happening. I whimper when I feel you squeeze my breast. As soon as you pinch my nipple, without thinking about it, I push your hand away.

PHIL: "What the fuck did you do that for! Obviously the naughty little bitch hasn't learnt her place just yet." I smack the back of your hand forcefully before returning to your nipple, gripping it hard this time and pulling it away from your chest.

ALEX: I whimper in pain as you smack me. I grip the bed sheets tight, trying to make sure that they stay on the bed, not wanting to do something to anger you more. I'm crying harder now as you keep hitting the back of my throat with your cock, keeping my eyes shut as I feel your balls slap against my chin over and over.

PHIL: "Don't you get it already? You're going to be my fucktoy. My obedient little fucktoy. It's not your place to try and stop me touching you, or fucking your mouth. I was pulling on your nipple to try and make them grow a bit! Now behave yourself." I kneel up, my knees on your pillow, tipping your head right back so I can plunge my cock downwards in a straight line. It opens your throat right up so I can fuck it much more easily.

ALEX: I'm choking hard now, and can't breathe. I put my hands on your thighs and desperately try to push you away but I'm not nearly strong enough.

PHIL: I keep testing you by dipping the fat tip past your throat and holding it there for a few seconds before extracting it again. Looking down at you, seeing how amazingly sexy you look with my cock continually disappearing between your lips. Your eyes are puffy and your cheeks red and tearstained, and that's just how I like to look as you blow me hard.

ALEX: I push my hands harder each time you slip past my throat. I'm even more desperately trying to get you away from me. Pushing at you while trying to move my head away, but you are too strong.

PHIL: I use a clenched fist to bash your wrists away, stopping you trying to push at my legs. When it looks like you can't take any more I force it right down for three whole seconds, before bringing it out completely and slapping both your wet cheeks with it. "Mmmm now look, you've made it all wet, it's as drenched as your face here."

ALEX: I cough hard, over and over again when you finally pull it out. Hanging my head down as I'm coughing, my drool dripping off my face onto the bed. I can't say anything back to you as I keep spluttering and gasping for air.

PHIL: "Haaha, oh come on, you must do better than this. You have to take cock like an expert! We'll just have to practice that won't we."

ALEX: I finally am able to catch my breath enough to talk. I look back up at you. "Will you please leave now?" I ask. My face still a complete mess of tears and saliva.

PHIL: I can hear your voice is quite hoarse from deepthroating my cock. "You must be kidding! We've only just started. Unless you want me to put my jeans back on and go and tell your brother what his little sister has just been doing?"

ALEX: I sob again. "No... don't" I say, hanging my head down, not looking at you.

PHIL: I playfully pinch your wet cheek. "Haha and stop that stupid crying. You're a slut in the making and you're doing brilliantly. You should've learned by now, you're going to do just what I say here tonight. Now let's see you strip those clothes off for me."

ALEX: I look up at you. "D...do I have to?"

PHIL: "Well, unless you want me to rip them off of you yeh!"

ALEX: I sob again, but slowly cross my arms over my tank top, and take it off, showing you the light blue lacy bra I'm wearing underneath.

PHIL: "Mmmm not bad. I pull down a cup of your bra and flick the nipple. Now get this off." I pull at the garment between your perky breasts, making the clasp strain at your back.

ALEX: I wince in pain but do as you ask. I'm still sobbing, but reach around my back and undo the clasp, then let it slide off my shoulders, but I quickly cross my arms over my breasts so you can't see them.

PHIL: "Hey! what the fuck!" I clamp my strong fingers around one of your wrists and begin to yank at it. "I want to see those tits. Now show me!"

ALEX: I'm too weak to resist as you pull at one of my arms. Slowly, I take away the other arm too so you can see both of my breasts.

PHIL: "Now that's better... Much better," I put each of my hands on yours, holding them down onto the bed. I duck my head and eagerly suck on each nipple in turn. Pulling them hard into my mouth and nibbling on them with my teeth. "Mmmm not bad for a slut in training. They'll do for now"

ALEX: I squirm under you as you hold me down, trying to get my hands free but it's no use. I whimper as I feel your teeth on my nipples.

PHIL: I let go of your hands only to pick up your bra from the floor. I run one of the straps between my fingers. "Mmm this'll do." I grab one of your hands, squeezing the fingers in my vice-like grip as I secure the bra strap over your wrist and lift the other end over one of your bedposts. "See I still think you want to resist me, but I want you to be my little toy. And I can only do that when you can't move your hands." I pull the strap tight so it digs into your wrist.

ALEX: I struggle as you tie up my hand, cringing in pain when I feel it digging into my wrist. I pull at it but I can't get away. "Let me go!" I scream, hoping that you'll have mercy but knowing you won't.

PHIL: "Shut up bitch." I slap one of your pert breasts letting my fingers sting the soft flesh there. "Now you're going to show me that little pussy of yours aren't you." I roughly grab the waistband of your little blue shorts.

ALEX: I use my free hand to try to push your hands away from my shorts but it doesn't work.

PHIL: "Haha poor little bitch. Doesn't want to show me her pussy? doesn't want to get naked. Too, fucking, bad." I wrench harder at your shorts and panties, scraping them down your legs. "Just keep fucking still. And keep your legs shut so I can get you naked. You'll have plenty of time for spreading your thighs soon enough."

ALEX: I keep trying to kick at you as you pull down my shorts and panties so that you can now see my completely shaven pussy. I'm now lying down, completely naked under you.

PHIL: I completely remove your shorts over your feet, having to grasp your ankles hard to keep each one still. I quickly put your free wrist through one of the holes in your panties, before putting the other over the bedpost, tying a knot to secure it. I sit back to admire my work, holding your ankles in my strong hands and spreading you wide apart before me. "Just gorgeous" I whistle quietly. "A perfect little naked slut, ready to play. And she's even shaved! Mmmmm what a naughty bitch."

ALEX: I pull my arms, trying to get them away. struggling trying to get my ankles away from your strong hands. my entire naked body squirming and helpless. My face still stained with my tears.

PHIL: "Ah stop wriggling about! You're already my little fuckdoll. Mmm oh I wish I'd known sooner what a horny slut you were." I leave one of your ankles to rub my fingers up and down your pussy lips. "Mmmm and already totally dripping wet. That was turning you on wasn't it, being my cockhungry bitch. That was really turning you on being so dirty." I roughly dip two fingers past your opening and inside you.

ALEX: I squirm when you touch my pussy, and blush when you notice that it's wet. I can't help but moan a little bit when I feel your fingers inside me, but I keep struggling, but a little less.

PHIL: I keep my eyes fixed on your flushed face. "Feels good doesn't it. You don't need your hands free now that you've got me to touch your pussy." I start to slide my fingers further up into you, rubbing my thumb over your throbbing clit. "Naughty little girl likes to have fingers fucking her pussy doesn't she." I breathe harder as I add a third finger. "Oh stop struggling, if you pull at those bonds they'll only get tighter."

ALEX: I keep struggling. I shake my head no, wanting you to stop. "I'm not a naughty girl... I'm...I'm not." I gasp when you add in a third finger, and bite my lip to keep from screaming. "I'm not naughty" I say again, but you can tell I'm becoming less sure.

PHIL: "Not naughty!" I laugh at you. "Have you seen yourself. You've let me in here, sucked every inch of my cock down your throat, and then showed me your little tits. And now you're lying here with your panties off letting me finger fuck you. And all of it has made you dripping wet. I'd say that makes you a very very naughty girl in deed." I move my fingers inside you in time with my words, plunging them nice and deep now. With my other hand I start to stroke my cock, still soaking wet from your saliva.

ALEX: I've stopped struggling and look up at you as you talk. I cringe when you say the things I've done, feeling ashamed of myself. But I still can't help but moan as you finger me. my eyes get drawn to your cock as you stroke it, unable to take my eyes off of it.

PHIL: "You want this don't you," I say, smiling at you. You look so helpless and weak, all cried out and tied up. "You want this cock inside you don't you. Want to feel it slipping right up into you. That's why you sucked it so well wasn't it, to make it as hard as possible. Ask me to fuck you and I will." I continue to smile, my fingers gently working up and down my shaft, over and over, almost hypnotic in my movements.

ALEX: I look back up at your face and stare at you, not saying anything. I shake my head no slowly, still trying to fool myself into thinking I don't like this.

PHIL: I plunge my fingers far into your tightness and gently tap your sensitive clit. "I said, ask me to fuck you, and I will. Just two little words and you can have this cock deep inside you."

ALEX: I moan and squirm, my legs shaking. "I... won't say it" I say, breathing hard.

PHIL: I pull my fingers out of you and look at them. "so naughty." I reaffirm as I crawl up the bed. My cock moves further and further towards your pussy as I advance on you. I hold myself up on my hands and look decisively into your face. My cock rests just between your legs, pointing at its desired target. "Tell me what you want bitch before I have to force it out of your slut mouth."

ALEX: I shake my head and turn my face away from you. "no" I say, feeling embarrassed and blushing heavily, my hips trying to move to get closer to your hard cock.

PHIL: I take my erect cock in one hand and drag it up and down your pussy lips, nudging at your swollen clit every time I reach the top. I then use it to slap your wet thighs. "Even your thighs are wet, wet and spread wide to be fucked." I reach up to one of your perky breasts to pinch and twist the nipple. "Poor little fucktoy can't tell me what she wants. You don't want to get your pretty face stained with fresh tears now do you slut."

ALEX: I squirm more and moan as I feel your cock run across my clit and lips of my pussy. I stretch my hips more, trying to get your cock inside of me but can't. I whimper when you twist my nipple. At the thought of you making me cry more, I finally mumble "fuck me" very quietly so you can barely hear me.

PHIL: I grit my teeth "Oh come on now. You can do much better than that. You think you're going to get my cock for that pathetic attempt. Louder! and with feeling." I'm twisting your nipple, in each direction until it won't go any further. I look down to see the flesh around it rapidly turning red and hot. I look back at you fixing you with my stare once more.

ALEX: I scream out in pain as you twist my nipple, my eyes watering and another tear escaping as you keep doing it. "fuck me!" I yell loudly, my nipple hurting a ton.

PHIL: "Mmmmm better... With what? With my finger maybe?"

ALEX: I squirm again. "Y...your cock" I say.

PHIL: "Mmmm yes? So you want to be fucked by my nice thick cock?"

ALEX: my nipple hurting so much now I can hardly talk, more tears going down my face. I quickly nod my head yes.

PHIL: "Good... That's what I thought you wanted." The fresh tears are making me harder than ever. I grasp the base of my cock with one hand and bring the tip to your warm entrance. With one deliberate movement I push forward. The tip of my cock spreads your tight pink petals open wide and reaches deep. I keep my eyes focussed on your face, watching the expression as you feel every inch glide firmly into your empty waiting pussy.




Alex Ch. 01



ALEX: my eyes roll back as I feel your cock slide into me, moaning in pure pleasure at first. I keep moaning as you go deeper. It hurts some, but still feels so good.

PHIL: "Mmmm yeh." I let out a low moan as I feel your pussy gripping the whole length. I pull it back until I'm nearly out of you, before driving it in to the hilt once more. I get into a firm rhythm, moving inside you with even deep thrusts. I reach up and pinch your wet cheek. "Hmmm gorgeous little bitch. That's it. You asked for it, now take it deep."

ALEX: my moans turn to grunts as you fuck me harder. I bite my lip hard now to try to keep from screaming, my tits bouncing as you pound your cock deep into me.

PHIL: I ram it nice and deep, the room being filled with the sounds of our rampant fucking. I moan in time with you, my lust building with every stroke.

ALEX: I can't help myself anymore and start screaming loudly as you fuck me, looking up at you with my watering, helpless eyes.

PHIL: "Oh my perfect little tied up princess. You're my little fuck princess aren't you. Spread yourself nice and wide for me so I can get as deep as I can inside you now."

ALEX: I immediately spread my legs wider as you pound me, my body shaking as I look up at you, grunting as you pound my pussy.

PHIL: I already feel my orgasm growing from deep within me as I stare into your watery brown eyes. "Fuck yeh... that's it," I say through my teeth. "You're going to make me shoot my hot cum you sexy bitch."

ALEX: I can't respond. I keep grunting and screaming under you, my pussy hurting quite a bit as your big cock pounds it.

PHIL: I look at you harshly. "Are you going to swallow my cum like the perfect slut? After all, you're the one causing it." I pull out of you, leaving your pussy feel empty. I crawl up your body, my knees either side of your chest. I playfully slap your nipples with my rigid cock and start to gently pump it in the direction of your worried face. "Come on now, be good and open your mouth."

ALEX: I cringe and shake my head no, my body still shaking from being fucked so hard.

PHIL: I grab your hair with my free hand. "Open your fucking mouth! You're not going to turn me on like this and not drink my cum!" I'm still wanking my cock in my fist, it's totally drenched with your pussy juice and saliva. Precum is starting to drip from the top over your chest.

ALEX: I close my eyes tight and slowly open my mouth, my eyes still watering, more now than before because of the pain of getting fucked.

PHIL: "Mmm perfect." I edge forward getting proper aim. "Put your little tongue out for me."

ALEX: I hesitantly stick out my tongue, right in front of your cock, keeping my eyes closed.

PHIL: "Open your eyes! Look at me. I want you to watch this. Come on! They've been doing enough fucking crying, you can keep them open for this." I purposefully pump my cock, occasionally slapping it against your tongue between strokes.

ALEX: at your command, I open my eyes again, looking up at you, keeping my mouth open wide for you, breathing hard, my body tense.

PHIL: "Oh yeh... fuck yeh, that's it, perfect, just perfect." I feel my balls tighten, on the brink of shooting. I groan out loud, low and animalistic as my cock spurts its load at your mouth. The first shots splash onto your tongue but the force of the next few send them spilling over your cheeks, splashing together with your tears.

ALEX: I flinch when the first stream of cum hits my tongue, but I keep my mouth open. I cringe a little when I feel your cum hitting my face, but keep still and keep my mouth wide open the whole time.

PHIL: As the barrage subsides I let my cock fall. "Oooooh... yeh. Wow." I wipe the tip of my cock on your chest to remove the rest of the cum. "Swallow that like a good girl and you can have the rest. You'll need to get it off your face before someone sees you."

ALEX: I close my mouth, take a deep breath, shut my eyes, and swallow all the cum that's in my mouth. I then open my eyes to look at you again.

PHIL: I scoop up the other spurts from your cheeks and push them past your lips. "Just beautiful," I chuckle.

ALEX: I open my mouth to take in more of your cum that you feed to me, without being told to.

PHIL: "Mmmm slut knows what she likes. I'd say this was a good first lesson." I climb off of you and go to release your bonds. "I'll release your hands for now, but I'm going to come here next time I'm visiting your brother for another lesson, aren't I." I look squarely into your eyes, your face now a sorry mess.

ALEX: I look back at you and nod my head yes, my breathing finally calming down.

PHIL: "What did you say? You know I can't hear you when you mumble so quietly" "Remember if you don't say the right answer I'm going to have to leave you here for someone else to find you and let you free... "

ALEX: "yes... you...you'll be back" I say. my voice shaky.

PHIL: "Good. And we can explore more of your slutty side." I untie my tight knots around each of your wrists and fling your underwear at you. "But yes, a very satisfying start." I pick up my jeans and pull them on, slipping my now spent cock back inside and doing up the zipper. I buckle my belt as I make my way to the door. "See you soon slut... you be good now"

ALEX: I'm still unable to move, and stay silent and still as I watch you leave.

PHIL: I'm humming contentedly to myself as I slip out of your door, shutting it behind me before heading back to your brother's room. Even before I get in I hear that he's still on his phone, totally oblivious to what's just happened between me and his innocent little sister.

ALEX: after a little bit, I shamefully put my clothes back on, unable to believe what just happened but can't help but feel a little excited for the next time...



Alex Ch. 02







Alex Ch. 02



Story so far (In Part I -9th August 2011): - Alex confides in Steve about her sexual frustrations and lack of experience. One day when they are out running, Alex tells Steve that she needs an experience, this leads to steamy outdoor encounter.

Alex Part II

I could not sleep that night. The following morning I waited for Alex in the underground car park. She arrived, parked and came over to my car. She climbed in to the passenger seat.

"Hi Steve ... about what happened. It was an incredible, but it needs to be a one off. I hope you understand."

I did not expect anything different; she was in her 20s with her life and I was an executive in my 40s with mine; somewhere deep within I felt the pangs of disappointment. I played it cool, but the disappointment showed.

"Sure. I had a great time and yes, I understand." 

She kissed me on the cheek and I watched her walk over to the lift and disappear and go to work.

Once again, that night I could not get to sleep. I had experienced a forbidden fruit and I wanted more. 

That morning I was in the shower soaping myself. I was lathering around my manhood when I started to think about Alex. My cock became thick, hard and started really aching. I started stroke the shaft of my thick soapy cock as I replayed our encounter. 

I imagined Alex's exposed breasts as I sucked her large button Iike nipples. I imagined her sitting back on the smooth rock naked with see her olive skin legs spread wide exposing her beautiful moist glistening shaved pussy. I imagined the taste of her warm sweet juices. I could imagine her arching her back and moaning as I entered her. I replayed every moment; as I fucked her, I could feel her tight hot juicy pussy around my thick cock. I could see myself sucking her nipples as we fucked slowly and firmly. She had come hard and I had to pushed back even harder to make her orgasm last every last second. I exploded in the shower and stool there for a few minutes.

Alex stopped running after our encounter. When we bumped into each other there was nothing more than polite smiles and waves from a distance. It was obvious that she wanted to move on. 

A few months passed and the lease for our building was up, we had an opportunity to upgrade to another building in another part of town. 

Three months later the family had flown out to see some relatives. Like many men, I am useless on my own and took myself down to the waterfront to get a few beers and eat some food. I sat there reading the day's sports news. Once my food was finished, I went over to the bar and ordered myself my favourite brew and settled down to watch the sports. 

I struck a half discussion with one of the other 'bar flies and we were soon shouting at the players on the screen and buying each other beers. This was a good distraction.

A couple of girls walked up to the bar giggling. I did not look but I instantly recognised one of the voices, it was Alex. I could see that the girls had been out on the town having a few drinks with her girl friends. I am sure Alex saw me but chose not say hello. I thought about talking to her and then thought that she may find it embarrassing and I did no want to open an old wound.

The evening wore on; I scanned the room for Alex and her girlfriend who had moved on. The bar was clearing early and the bar flies started dropping off. The lights were lowered for people seeking a more intimate setting and I decided to have a single malt whiskey and go back home.

"Hi, Steve".

I looked up and there was Alex, leaning against the bar, slightly tipsy with a kind smile.

"Hey Alex, I saw you earlier. I was going to say hello, but you were busy and I..."

"I know, I should have said hello. We went on to meet some of our other friends. I was about to jump in a cab and go home and I wondered if you would still be here. I thought I should come over and say hello."

"No worries, well great to see you... Can I buy you a drink?"

We sat there for the next hour chatting, it was like old time, the drinks were helping us both relax.

I did not bring up our encounter; I wanted to enjoy the time I had with Alex, even if it was only a few drinks. Alex however was quiet tipsy and brought up the subject;

"Steve... I had an amazing time that day on the track. Do you remember?"

I knew she was playing with me, I played along.

"I have a vague recollection... remind me again" 

She smiled and gently nudged me.

"I think about it often when I am on my own...you known...when I am feeling ... horny". 

She bit he lip and gave me a cheeky smile which had the effect of getting me aroused. She then leaned over, placed her hand on my inner thigh, looked in my eyes and said;

"Do you think about me Steve?" I could not lie.

"Yes, often..."

"I can still feel your face against me....imagine your inside me.....I think of you when I masturbate...I started to think about what happened when I saw you earlier and seeing you really tuned me on... I should have gone home, but I ended up here. "

I could see her nipples were erect, her face was close, she was breathing heavier and I leaned across and kissed her gently.

"We should go fine somewhere..."

"Yes, but where?"

I knew a couple of hotels in the area and with a bit of luck one would have a spare room. I used my phone to browse to the first one; they had no rooms. I tried the second one, the price was extortionate but I had no hesitation in getting out my Amex.

"Alex... come with me"

The hotel was a 5 minute walk. As we walked across one of the parks by the harbour, we walked into a dark patch. Alex stopped and we kissed. She moved her hand over trousers and felt my hard cock and teased by me by pulling on my belt. My heart was beating out of my chest.

We got to the hotel reception; the 'check in' felt like it took an entire month. I did my best to remain calm.

We finally got up to the room. I held Alex against the wall as soon as we got in the room. 

We started kissing passionately. I undress her down to her bright red lacy underwear. She undresses me fully. As we were kissing, she started to gently stroke the head my throbbing cock. It was wet and very sensitive and she rubbed he lacy underwear against me. She then took my cock in her hand while tracing the outline of her pussy with my cock.

I needed a distraction and exposed one of her perfect button nipples; I used my tongue to trace the outside of nipples and gently tugged on it before sucking. I kissed her body as she lay against the wall and made my way down to her pubic area. She opened her legs slightly and I could see that she was moist. I started eating her out through her underwear.

"Let's do it in the shower..."

I needed no encouragement as we climbed into a steamy shower. I kept kissing her nipples and playing with her clit with my fingers, she kept stroking my cock. I put my finger inside her, she was really wet and I started to gently stroke her inside with my finger. She moaned and put her hand on mine to encourage me. I put my hand on her hand as she stoked me. We played like this for a few minutes while I kissed as much of her of her upper body as I could.

She took my finger out gently, sucked it and moved down on me as I stood in the shower. She held my cock up and kissed my balls before licking the shaft of my cock. She got up and teased my dick with her pussy, before going back down and starting to suck my hard cock. I looked down and the water was cascading on her fact as she sucked me.

I could feel myself cumming and gently moved her off my cock. She stood up, kissed me and whispered...

"Its ok...I want you too"

She teased me again with her pussy before going down on me. She sucked me and gently caressed my ball. I put my hand on her shoulder while I came in her mouth.

I lay on bathroom floor and sat Alex on my mouth... I ate her while she played with her breasts and clitoris. She soon came and I enjoyed every second of her. I was getting hard again.

I moved her under me spread her legs and started to gently tease her pussy with the head of my cock. 

"Steve, fuck me doggy style...I want to watch us in the mirror."

We were soaking wet and I took her into the bedroom, positioned her on the bed so she could see us in the mirror. I started by teasing her pussy with the head of my cock.

"Enough Steve, ...I want you inside me."

I put my cock in her and we started to fuck ... she moaned with every stroke and we could both see what was happening in the mirror. I pulled her up against me. I kissed her mouth, neck and moved down to her nipples. I kept this going for a few minutes.

"Steve... Steve...fuck me harder..."

I let her get back down; she buried head in the bed and kept looking in the mirror. I started fucking her at the same speed but much harder and deeper.

I gently traced the outside of her perfect ass with my figure as I fucked her, her moans got louder and louder... I cupped her large breast, she put her hand on mine and she came hard on my cock, I kept fucking her deep and hard and she as she came.

I turned her and entered her again. We started fucking, I increased the speed and power of my motions and she came a second time.

"Steve... I want you to cum inside me"

"Alex, I can't do that...."

"Yes, you can... don't worry, I'm on something... I want you to cum inside me, I want to feel you as you cum."

I continued to fuck her, she grabbed hold of my ass, rapped her legs around me so that I could not escape. I stated to bang her hard and her breasts kept bouncing, she started to moan in my ear, and I finally exploded inside her and let out loud groan. She kissed me, looked me in the eyes and smiled.

We lay in bed kissing for a few minutes. 

"Steve, I need to go ..."

We got dressed; I took Alex down and flagged her a cab. She did not say anything, just looked at me and smiled as she got in the cab. 

Once again Alex was out of my life.

Part III to follow...



Alex Ch. 02



Author's note:

This is the second chapter of a story which I wrote online together with my friend Alex. You will need to read the first chapter to fully understand our characters and situation. Please be warned this story does involve forced sex. 

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PHIL: This chapter occurs a week and a half after our first encounter. I've only seen your brother out and about and haven't been able to come around to your place. But when I do it's late in the evening. He mentions he needs to call his girlfriend and I tell him I'll go and fetch a drink whilst he does it. I do go down to the kitchen and pour myself something, but instead of returning to his room I notice a thin beam of light coming from yours. I push the door open to find you sitting at your table, hard at work on something for school.

ALEX: I turn around, startled, when I hear the door open. my eyes open wide when I see you. I'm wearing pink pyjama pants, a white tank top, my hair in pigtails. "Uh.. wh..what are you doing here?" I ask very nervously.

PHIL: I'm in my jeans with a leather belt, and a long-sleeved shirt. I shut the door silently and walk over to you decisively. I place my glass down on your table next to your papers. I stand in front of your chair and look at you, noticing your eyes widen. "You know why I'm here. I told you I'd come back. I want you to be mine again for the evening. Your brother's busy, as usual, so I thought I'd come and occupy my time with his dirty little sister."

ALEX: my body trembling already... I look back down at what I'm working on, and I shake my head. "No..I'm really busy. I have a ton of homework to do. Please leave me alone."

PHIL: I wrench the pen out of your hand and hurl it away, making it clatter against the wall. "I don't think you heard me properly. I don't give a fuck even if this is all due in tomorrow, the only work you've got to do now is with me." I grab your pigtails in one hand and yank your head up so I can look you squarely in the eyes. "Do you understand me?"

ALEX: I gasp and try to take my pen back from you. "no I need that!" I whimper when you pull my pigtails and force me to look at you. "I seriously need to have all of this done tomorrow. Why are you doing this?" It's really not all due tomorrow, but I'm hoping that it will get you to stop.

PHIL: "Why? because you're a dirty little girl and I'm going to teach you how to be the perfect slut, that's why. You don't need to do homework, you need to be on your knees practicing to suck my cock" I playfully pinch your soft cheek between my thumb and forefinger. "Oh, and added to that, I really like your pretty eyes... especially when they've got tears welling up in them."

ALEX: almost on cue, my eyes start to well up as I look up at you. "please Phil... please don't do this... I was so sore after last time... and I really do have to get all this done."

PHIL: "Bullshit!" I sweep your papers off of the table, sending them fluttering into a pile on the floor. "Oh yes, how has your pussy been since last time huh? It certainly did look pretty red and sore when I left you. I see at least you've cleaned your face up. Last time I saw you you were splattered in streaks of my cum." I lean forward placing both my hands on the arm of your chair. I put my face close to yours to give my words maximum impact.

ALEX: I scream when you throw everything I'm working on onto the floor... my body trembling and my eyes water more as you get close to me. "it...it hurt... a lot." I say... a tear escaping my eye now. "I feel awful that you got me to tell you to fuck me... it's...it's not going to happen again."

PHIL: "Haha you feel awful about that? It didn't seem to be bothering you much when you were lying there, literally screaming to have my cock inside you. And you say it's not going to happen again? You sure about that? We'll see." I let my fingers creep around one of your wrists and begin to close tight. "I think you're probably going to do exactly as I say." "I'd imagine it did hurt you. It was certainly fucking tight around my big cock wasn't it."

ALEX: I notice you grabbing at my wrist and I try to pull it away but I'm too slow. "just let me go. Or I...I'll scream for my brother."

PHIL: "Haha oh yes, your brother. That'd be very good. I'm sure he'd love to know all about your antics with me last time. I'll have to tell him all the things we did, and how you told me... no, begged me, to fuck you. I'm sure he'll be really interested at how naughty his innocent sweet sister really is." I gently start to squeeze your wrist tighter, digging my fingertips into the flesh firmly. "He seems to still think you're a sweet little virgin and butter wouldn't melt in your pretty mouth. He doesn't seem to realise that in fact you like getting it stuffed full of my huge dick."

ALEX: I glare up at you. "I don't like it ok?! You just... forced me to say it. And he would still help me... I.." I hesitate because I'm not sure I mean it. "I would still rather him find out than this happen again."

PHIL: "Don't talk shit! I know you loved it, you know you loved it. I bet you've been thinking of nothing else since we fucked. I bet you've been at school and suddenly you get moist under the table cos it pops into your head. I bet at night you lay on your bed naked with your legs spread obscenely wide, praying that I'll come back and fill you up again. Now get down on your knees and stick my cock into your mouth, before any more unconvincing lies come out of it!" I yank at your wrist, jerking your arm downwards harshly, making you wince.

ALEX: my eyes water even more and I shake my head, trying to deny all of it. "I'm...I'm warning you. I'll scream for him. right now" my arm shaking some from the pain you're causing it.

PHIL: I continue to pull on your arm trying to force your body down from the chair. I put the palm of my other hand over your slender throat. "One sound out of you to try and call him and I'll squeeze this. You won't be able to scream much with your windpipe tightly shut will you slut." I stroke my fingers up and down your neck as if sizing it up in preparation. "Now get down and do your favourite thing in the world, sucking cock."

ALEX: I gasp when you touch my neck and I grab your arm trying to pull it away. finally the pressure you're putting on my arm is too much to take and I fall out of my chair and onto my knees right next to it. my body shaking more and tears going down my face. I try to talk back to you but you can't hear anything I say... I can hardly talk with your hand around my throat.

PHIL: "Oh yes that's it, just where you should be." I kick your chair away across the room before releasing your wrist and filling my hand with one of your pigtails. I yank your head back once more, my hand still massaging your throat. "Now undo my belt and zipper and get it out." I take a step closer to you, the outline of my cock through my jeans very obvious to you right before your face.

ALEX: I look up at you with my watering eyes, and sniffle a little. "if...if I suck your cock... will you leave me alone?" I ask.

PHIL: "Well we'll make it like a little test shall we. Like at school. You have to suck it for me till I'm happy, and if you can prove to me after that it didn't turn you on, then I'll let you go. If your nipples aren't out on end, and your pussy isn't dripping wet, I'll believe that you're not a slut, and you can go free. How'd you like that then, diligent student bitch?"

ALEX: I cringe at being called a bitch, but don't say anything about it. I nervously take a big gulp and nod my head yes... hoping that I can pass the test but not so sure. "alright" I finally say.

PHIL: "Perfect. And if you're lucky, you might get a chance to finish off your work tonight. Now suck it!" I force your face forward, nearly smothering it in my crotch to urge you on.

ALEX: my face makes a disgusted look but I don't resist. I take a deep breath and bring my hands up to the button of your jeans, and undo them. My hands are trembling. so it's hard, but I finally get them undone, then pull the zipper down right after. I take another deep breath, grab the waist of your jeans and pull both them and your boxers down at the same time.

PHIL: My cock springs free, flicking forward and tapping you in the face. The surprise makes you blink and turn away. I let your throat be and instantly grab my cock by the base, wielding it from side to side, slapping your cheeks, one after the other. "Here it is, you remember it well don't you slut, the cock you were squealing to have inside you, the cock that made you so red raw last time, the dick that made you grunt like a bitch in heat. Now you know what to do. Just open wide and let it push all the way in."

ALEX: I close my eyes and stay still as you slap my face with your cock. the same disgusted look on my face as you do it. When you stop I open my eyes and give you another hateful look before looking back at your cock, wrapping my hand around the base, and taking it into my mouth. I immediately go pretty deep... just deep enough so I'm not gagging... knowing I have to make you happy. my head bobbing back and forth... my lips stroking your cock as I suck it.

PHIL: "Deeper! Come on! I know full well you can do better than that. I know full well you can take all of it down your tight throat! You're meant to be making me happy." I grab your free pigtail with my other hand and start to help your rhythm. "This way you just need to open as wide as you can and I'll fuck your throat."

ALEX: I glare up at you, giving you a nasty look, but the next time I go down deeper, making myself gag on your hardness. I keep going, stroking your cock faster with my mouth... making myself gag a little each time so my eyes water even more than before. 

PHIL: "Oh yea... that's it, get those eyes all wet." I'm helping you rock your head back and forth now, hearing the wet sounds as my cock penetrates the back of your mouth. I can feel how your throat keeps expanding to gulp the fat mushroom tip down each time.

ALEX: I keep sucking on it, speeding up a little. I accidentally let out a small moan as I keep sucking and I become scared that I might actually be getting wet. I close my eyes and try to stop thinking about it as I keep taking you deep into my mouth... gagging each time I feel your cock hit the back of my throat.

PHIL: "Hmm fuck yeh, you swallow it good don't you." Your moaning sends vibrations right along my shaft, causing me to twitch. I notice how your eyes bulge slightly every time you have to gag to take my cock right in. "Stick your tongue out now, lick my balls when it's all the way in there." I increase my speed slightly, my heavy balls smacking soundly against your wet chin.

ALEX: I open my eyes to glare at you again, but close them again right away. I do as you say... sticking my tongue out and am just able to lick your balls as your cock is practically down my throat. I choke on it, causing me to drool and my eyes to water more.

PHIL: "Awww poor little girl getting a wet face again." I mock sympathy with my voice. "You'd better hope your pussy isn't getting just as wet or you know what happens." I yank hard on your pigtails once more, holding my cock in your mouth at the deepest point, and not bringing it out again for several seconds.

ALEX: I try to take it, but can't breathe and choke on it. I try to pull my head back. more drool drips out of my mouth onto my chin... which your balls currently rub against.

PHIL: I let out a breath of relief and finally pull your pigtails back, just as you began to panic for air. I pull your head right off of my throbbing cock, leaving you spluttering and panting for breath. "Now get up and get those bottoms off, Let's see how you've done on your little test."

ALEX: I stay bent over for a bit catching my breath. As I'm still coughing, I pull my shorts down. Then nervously stick my hand under my panties and my fear is realized... I feel that it's more than a little wet. I pull out my hand and look up at you, holding my hand behind my back. "It's dry" I say to you, lying, while still coughing.

PHIL: "Bullshit!" I wrench at your arm to try and pull it around to look for myself. "Show me your fingers or I'll fucking look in your panties myself!"

ALEX: I slyly try to wipe it off on the back of my panties before letting you see it. "see... completely dry" I say.

PHIL: I can tell it's still slightly damp. "You devious little bitch." I slip my fingers into the waistband of your thin panties and angrily pull it forward, digging the elastic into the base of your back, and nearly tearing it. I plunge my other hand inside and vigorously sweep along your pussy lips. I bring out my hand, now with its obvious evidence. "Dry huh? does this look fucking dry to you?" I bring my hand forward, wiping the juice across your already wet cheek, before jabbing at your lips.

ALEX: I try to keep you from sticking your hand down there but fail. I whimper and look away as you wipe my own cum onto my face, keeping my lips sealed shut, crying harder.

PHIL: "completely, soaking, wet" I say, poking your lips with each word. "Open wide if you don't believe me. This is all from your own pussy."

ALEX: I whimper again and keep my lips closed, trying to turn my face away from you.

PHIL: I reach over with my dry hand and clamp my thumb and finger firmly over your nose. "I said, open wide and clean my fingers up"

ALEX: I keep shaking my head, trying to shake you away but I can't. I'm forced to open up my mouth in order to breathe.

PHIL: As soon as you open your mouth to gulp for some air I force my fingers inside, past your teeth, wiping them on your warm rough tongue.

ALEX: I shudder as I'm forced to taste myself, and close my mouth quickly, but not quickly enough. I make a disgusted look, knowing my own cum is in my mouth.

PHIL: I slide my wet fingers around in your mouth. "Go on, clean them up, it's your mess." I teasingly jerk them back and forth, mimicking a cock between your lips.

ALEX: I close my eyes tight as I'm forced to suck all of it off your fingers, cringing but staying still for you..still hating myself for getting wet for you again... realizing I could have gotten out of this but it was my fault that you can now do this.

PHIL: I see the revulsion in your face as I finally pull my cleaned fingers from your mouth. I rub them dry on a stray piece of your work lying on the floor, before forcefully pushing both your shoulders to try to tip you off balance and fall back. "Not a slut huh? Doesn't like sucking cock huh? You're fucking dripping wet girl! Now lay down and get those little panties off and show me properly!"

ALEX: I fall back onto my back, on the floor, as you put pressure on my shoulders, grunting as I fall. my legs sprawl out and I look at you. Knowing I have no choice, I lift up my ass, and slide my panties down, tossing them aside... still wearing my tank top and a bra on top.

PHIL: I kneel down between your legs and start slapping your inner thighs with my cock. The tip is totally drenched in thick saliva from your throat. I stare right at your pussy. "Horny slut still shaving her pussy I see. Very nice indeed. mmmm and yeh, you do seem to have recovered from our previous little fun together. She certainly looks ready for another round doesn't she. Now lose the top before I tear it off of you"

ALEX: I squirm as I feel your cock between my legs. I don't even try to shield my pussy. I sit up a little to take off my top, then lay back down, still wearing my bra, staring at your hard cock between my legs... so close to my tight, wet, bare pussy.

PHIL: I see your pussy lips tight shut, the clit peaking out at the top, looking so inviting. "And the bra! Don't try and be fucking smart." I reach forward and pull at the material.

ALEX: I huff angrily, sit up, and take off my bra so I'm now completely naked, laying on the floor.

PHIL: "And don't be throwing a little tantrum." I edge closer to you. I tap your thighs in time with my words. "So, we've worked out you're a slut, and we've worked out you're horny as fuck. but I'm really quite pissed off with you. First you're difficult, then you lie to me, and now you're getting angry! You can make up for it though, and be good, then I might just fuck you." I look down at you, past your thigh splayed wide, past your perky breasts gently rising and falling, up to your nervous expression. 

ALEX: I lay looking up at you, my face showing some regret knowing that I've made you mad and knowing what you're capable of doing. I breathe hard, my chest moving up and down quickly.

PHIL: I place my hands on your knees before gradually sliding them down your legs. I keep your gaze fixed with mine as my strong hands wrap around your slender ankles. I bring your legs together slightly and grin as I raise your feet from the carpet, pushing your bent knees towards your chest. . You look slightly panicked as I keep on pushing. I keep going until your knees won't go any further. "Now, be a good little girl and hold your ankles for me. I need my hands free for other things."

ALEX: my pussy is so wet, and I don't want to make you more angry, I know the best thing for me to do is to obey you. I do as you ask, reaching around to hold my ankles. I keep looking up at you and breathing hard.

PHIL: I see your smaller hands take over from me, holding your body tight, your pussy peaking through from between your legs, your ass on show to me. "Oh wow, my compact sexy little girl... Just perfect." I rub my hands together. "Now you're going to keep your hands there and make sure you keep that position. You don't want me to have to tie your wrists in place now do you. If you let go before I say, I'm going to tear up all your work and then go and tell your big brother a little story... Do we understand each other?"

ALEX: I whimper softly but nod my head, letting you know I understand.

PHIL: "And, even more than that, I won't fuck you, and you won't have my cock ever again. That'd be a shame for a little bitch in training wouldn't it now. So just keep your hands where they are!" Even before I've finished the sentence I slap your right asscheek with my hand. It seems to take you by surprise, the loud slap ringing out in the room. I see three red finger marks suddenly appear on the tender flesh.

ALEX: I scream in surprise, and accidentally let go of one of my ankles. I pull it back and grab onto it again, hoping you didn't notice.

PHIL: "You silly bitch, are you completely dumb? I said! don't move them!" I smack you twice more, using the red marks as a guide for the smacks, making sure I aim them in the same place. Your whole right cheek begins to glow from the assault.

ALEX: I scream again and squirm... making sure to hold my ankles tight as you keep spanking me. my eyes watering more each time you hit me.

PHIL: I take my other hand and begin a similar action on your other asscheek. "That's it! Now you're getting it, just keep hold!" thwack once, twice, three times, each contact stinging hotter than before

ALEX: I grunt each time, and bite my lip hard to stop from screaming. my legs shaking more, and my hands are sweaty, it's getting harder to hold onto my ankles but I still manage to do it as you spank me over and over.

PHIL: I trail my fingertips over your burning asscheeks. "Oh dear oh dear, such an angry colour. Looks like my slut's got very hot here indeed." Your skin is tender and emanating a great deal of heat. "I'm always here to help, you know that." Grinning slyly I reach up to your table to fetch my drink. I put the glass down on the carpet before fishing an ice-cube out of it. I hold the cube between my fingers and use it to paint freezing patterns over your ass. I look to your face to see how you're enjoying the cold.

ALEX: I moan quietly, glad to feel ice on my very sore ass. I'm breathing very hard, and my face is a mess. Somehow through all of this I'm getting more horny and feel my pussy getting wetter.




Alex Ch. 02



PHIL: The cube slowly gets smaller as it melts, until I'm just rubbing cold water over your hot flesh. I put my fingers in the glass once more. "Oh dear, only one cube left. We'll have to make this a special one." I hold it firmly, before bringing it to your pussy. I push one side of its freezing slippery surface against your clit, and rub it back and forth.

ALEX: I shriek a little, and my body shivers..once again I accidentally let go of one of my ankles and my body shakes. I pull it back, grab on to it. "I'm sorry..I'm sorry" I say. I shiver again as you keep rubbing the ice on my sensitive clit.

PHIL: "You better fucking had be!" I look down and see the cube rapidly melting. I use my thumb to move it down and slip it between your waiting pussy lips. I laugh loudly as I see you grimace and visibly shiver as I do it, Goosebumps appearing on your skin.

ALEX: I nod my head, assuring you that I am. "oh god" I scream when I feel the ice cube inside of me. my body shaking so much.

PHIL: "Awww, your poor little arms starting to hurt are they? Want me to say you can let go? Hmmm?"

ALEX: I quickly nod my head yes.

PHIL: "Naughty girl!" I spank your ass firmly. "That didn't sound at all like a polite little girl. Yes, what?"

ALEX: "yes... please say I can let go."

PHIL: "Better" I see your hands start to shake as your muscles become restless. I pick up my glass and sip at my drink, as if contemplating. "Ask me to fuck you hard and I'll let you free."

ALEX: "please fuck me" I say clearly, wanting it bad.

PHIL: "Hard I said! 'fuck me hard'. Last time two words, this time three, you need to learn! Can't you follow the simplest of instructions."

ALEX: I whimper, wishing you'd stop making me wait. "fuck me hard!" I say loudly.

PHIL: I smile widely. "The naughty slut's learning her lessons well." I take in deep breath. "Ok, let go of your left ankle." I see you remove your hand and stretch out your leg, feeling the muscle ache as it relaxes.

ALEX: my body is shaking as I look at you.. I'm very tense. I know I'll end up regretting it... knowing that I'm going to be sore for days just like after last time... but right now I need you inside me.

PHIL: I slap your thigh playfully making you shriek with the surprise of it. "And now this one," tapping the other leg. I see you let go and push it forward till you're laying flat on the floor, me kneeling in between. I smack my fingers across your other thigh to make it even, sending tingles up to your pussy in between, making it even wetter. I lean forward putting my hands on the floor, crawling up your body until my cock is pointing straight at your entrance and my hands are pinning your wrists to your carpet.

ALEX: I keep trembling and I'm breathing hard as I watch you. I whimper with each slap you give me. I don't struggle at all when you pin me down. my eyes glued to yours as you slide up my body. "please fuck me" I whisper as I look you in the eye.

PHIL: I look deep into your damp eyes, your face still glistening from tears and spit. "I do believe you're finally learning your place." I nudge the fat tip of my cock at your entrance and feel it slip inside easily. I hold it there, your pussylips warmly gripping onto the head. "you said to fuck you hard, and hard is what it will be after your awful behaviour since I got here." I feel you tense up ready for me to move further. I wait till you think I'm not going to do anything, then I ram the whole length inside, in one firm movement. I see your eyes bulge and mouth open slightly as you feel the massive shaft penetrate you to the hilt.

ALEX: I scream so loud in both pain and pleasure as I feel your hard cock thrust into my tight, warm, and very wet pussy... forgetting that my brother is still in the house, and not caring at all if he can hear me. I grip your hands that are pinning mine down tight. All I can think about right now is you, your cock, and how it feels buried deep inside of me.

PHIL: I pull back so my cock is nearly out of you before slamming it home again. I start to pound you mercilessly, feeling your hot pussy lips squeezing me tight. "Mm that's it, my cock back inside you. Using you again. My horny little fucktoy just as she should be, on her bedroom floor getting fucked deep. Still as good as the last time. Nice to see it's stayed just as wet for me to come back and slip inside you again."

ALEX: I'm grunting and screaming loudly as you keep fucking me hard. my tits bouncing under you. I stop screaming and glare at you as you call me a fucktoy. I'm about to protest when you slam into me again so all I can do is moan and scream, and forget about you calling me names. my legs are shaking and my body is tense, and for the first time I can feel myself getting close to cumming.

PHIL: I notice that you're starting to really enjoy being taken by me and that your moans are becoming way too loud. I think about trying to tell you to be quiet but decide against it. Just as we're moaning together and getting lost in the feeling we hear a noise. We nearly miss it in our abandoned passion. It comes from down the hall. "Phil? Hey... mate? Have you gone?" Your eyes suddenly spring wide open and your blood turns to ice. I have a wicked grin though and simply continue slipping into your pussy. "In here mate!" I call to him. "In Alex's Room!"

ALEX: I look up at you and try to get free. "stop! get off of me! he can't see this!" I stop my moaning and screaming now that Danny is coming. "What are you doing! Don't let him in here!" I beg.

PHIL: I push hard on your wrists to keep you still as I see the panic grow in your eyes. "Where?" he calls. You think you may have got away with it but he's heading towards the door. "In Alex's!" You squirm underneath me but I'm too strong and you can't move out. He pushes the door handle down and comes in. "In here? But Alex is meant to be doing her home..." He makes a double take as he comes in and sees his best friend, cock buried deep inside his innocent little sister.



Alex Ch. 02



I led him by the hand to the shower. I slowly and methodically undressed him. I started at his lips; slowly working my way down his neck. I felt his breathing speed up. I reached his nipples, sucking one in to my mouth; I flicked the other one with my finger. I let my hair down. As the long brown strands fell over his chest, I heard a moan. Gently, he ran his fingers through my hair. He placed his hand on my chin, drawing our mouths together. 

With his fingers gently entwined in my hair, his other hand gently started unbuttoning my shirt. With a gentle 'whish' the black silk hit the marbled floor. The gold under wire hit the floor with a dull thud. My jeans made a loud 'clang' as the change in the pockets resonated off of the floor. There I was, naked. His strong masculine hands where rubbing and messaging every womanly curve on my body. Just his touch was euphoric. He turned the water on, and then returned to my body. 

The steam from the shower had turned the cold marble to a warm, slippery surface. Alex was standing behind me, cupping my sensitive breasts in his hands. His mouth was savoring the taste of my neck and shoulders. I wanted to grab him, but the sensation was paralyzing me. I let his hot breath and gentle touch wash over me. I closed my eyes. My body was tingling. Every nerve ending responded to his touch. 

He slowly traced his fingertips over my belly to my hips. He pushed up against me, pushing me towards the steam of the shower. As I shuffled my feet towards the shower, I tripped on a towel on the floor. With his hands so lightly on my hips, Alex could not catch me before I fell to the floor. I felt the pop, as the pain radiated from my ankle. 

"Oh! Shit!" I screeched from the pain. 

There I was lying on the floor with my right ankle swelling up like a balloon and turning the most horrid shades of black and blue. The only thoughts going through my mind were of Jezzy and how I was going to take care of her.

"Do you think it is broken?" Alex said in a very caring tone. 

"I am not sure. I know it hurts really badly. How can I sprain or break my ankle just by tripping on a towel?" I said, half laughing and half crying. 

"Do you want me to call an ambulance?" 

"No! I am not going to the hospital in an ambulance, or by any other means." I seethed. "I hate hospitals, all those sick people and needles. The first chance those sadistic bastards get they jam needles in your body. If you don't mind I would like an ice pack and help onto the couch."

"Sure." As Alex helped me up, I gingerly hobbled into the sitting area. The pain was starting to settle down a little. Once I got situated with pillows under my foot and an ice pack wrapped in a towel, I started looking through the phonebook. I was desperate to find one of those quickie medical places that were open usually to 9 or 10 at night. There had to be something better than a hospital available.

I tried to wiggle my toes hoping it was just sprained but the pain was excruciating. I have had a broken ankle before, and I knew what I was in for. I found Good Saints Medical Clinic in the phonebook. Unfortunately it was already approaching 9 p.m. and there was no way I was going to get there in time. So I was left with going to the hospital, or waiting till morning. Alex felt going to the hospital was a good idea. I did not.

Realizing he was not going to win this battle he called down to the front desk, to see if they might have an Ace Bandage and crutches. "No, on either count, but they are willing to call an ambulance for you."

"No, for the last time; if it is broken, it is not that bad. No bones sticking out, and aside from the swelling it looks okay," I said, with as much conviction as I could muster.

"I will be back. Do not get off of that couch," he said to me, like I was a little child. I assumed he was going to the store.

While he was gone I called Jill. Bad mistake. She said if I did not go to the hospital she was going to forcefully drag me there. I told her to relax, it was not all that bad. A few more glasses of Chardonnay and I wouldn't feel any more pain. Besides, in Alex's haste to go to the store, he'd left me still sitting here naked with only a blanket for covering. On the positive side Jill offered to have Martin trailer Jezzy home for me in the morning, and I could drive his Ford Escort home. Looking out for Jezzy's well being I agreed; I felt confident about driving myself home with my left foot, but if I needed to take evasive action. Jezzy was better off having a safe ride home. I thanked Jill and hung-up with her after a last round of pleas about going to the hospital. She said something about not playing hero or being brave. I don't remember which, but it did not matter: I was not going. 

Alex returned shortly after I hung up with Jill, except he was not alone. There was a lady with him. "Sarah, this is Meghan; she is an Orthopedic Surgeon. Since you will not go to the hospital, I had her come to you." Meghan was of average height but a very robust woman with short auburn hair.

'Oh God! I am naked under this blanket.' was being shouted in my head. I pulled the blanket tighter up to my neck. 

"She is a doctor and she has all the same parts you do. Relax. She only wants to look at your ankle."

She knelt down beside my ankle, pulling the blanket up to my knees. "Sorry, this going to hurt. Without X-Rays I have no way of knowing for sure if it is broken." As she started to slowly move my foot from side to side, the pain was indescribable; I cried out. "I am pretty sure you broke the Fibula bone just above the ankle. I am not sure if you just stretched or maybe even tore the Posterior Inferior Tibiofibular Ligament and the Calcaneofibular Ligament. I will need an MRI and X-Rays to tell for sure. If you can stop by my office tomorrow I will perform both."

"Layman's terms please," I said, with an utter look of confusion on my face. "And how long before I can ride again?"

"Simple, you broke the smaller of the two bones in your leg and stressed - I am just not sure to what degree - the ligaments and tendons around your ankle. Riding...well, it will be at least six to eight weeks; I will know more tomorrow. I am going to wrap your ankle in a temporary cast and fit you with a pair of crutches. Here are a few pain pills, but you cannot take them with the wine. I will give you a prescription tomorrow for the pain.

"You are lucky that Alex and I are such good friends. I normally do not perform house calls. Get some sleep and keep that ankle elevated and iced. And do not put any weight on it. Have a good evening," Meghan said, in that normal, flat, monotone, doctor-type of way. We both thanked her as she left. 

"See, no needles."

"No, that's tomorrow. Thanks for bringing in the doctor. Oh, yeah. Jill is going to have Martin trailer Jezzy home and I am going to drive his car back home," I said.

"No! Jezzy and you are coming to my farm. I have plenty of room and her stall has already been prepared. She will have a splendid view of the lake and free access to the outside. My grooms will look after her and I will keep her in shape while you are unable to ride." There it was again that tone, like I was incapable of making my own decisions and he was in total control. 

Not going to happen, Sir. I make my own decisions. I seethed to myself. What gave him the right to order me around? I was not his possession.

"No, this relationship is too young for me to move in with you," I said with composure.

"No, you cannot even take care of yourself. How are you going to get around on crutches in a house by yourself with no one to help you?" That was a more caring and sincere tone I thought.

"I don't know, but I will manage," thinking, he does have a point but I cannot give in. "Let me sleep on it." I wrapped the blanket tight around me and tried to fold the edges up under the arm of the crutches as I stood. Nothing worked like I had hoped and the end of left crutch caught in the blanket.

"See? You need help. Why are you so stubborn?" He pulled the ends of the blanket up, and carried them behind me as I made my way to the bed. "Aren't you forgetting something?" Alex held up the pillows, that I was unable to grab, because of the blanket.

"Darn it. When I get home I will be able to manage." I knew in my heart he was right, but I was not budging. Not tonight anyways.

Once I was under the covers and my ankle very well elevated, I started to drift off to sleep. I felt Alex's hand rubbing and kneading my breast. "I know how to diminish the pain. Will you let me?"

"Mmm...that feels good." As his other hand gently started rubbing my mound, his middle finger occasionally found my clit. "Ohh...mmm," were the only noises I was able to make. He leaned down, sucking my nipple into his warm mouth, his teeth gently biting down as his hand moved farther down. Slowly he pushed two fingers inside of me. Slowly I felt them inch their way deeper and deeper inside of me. The pain from my ankle was all but gone, as the pleasure he was bestowing on me increased.

"You like that? Come home with me and I will make your every desire and fantasy come true." He continued the slow and wonderful intrusion into me. "I can make you desire me in ways you have never thought imaginable. All you need to do is accept me." 

"Accept you? What are you talking about?" I pushed his hand out of me. "I can get myself off and there are always batteries, thank you. I am going to sleep. One more thing: if I could walk, I would. I am not a possession or a trophy, I am a person! I don't need to be manipulated physically or mentally. I hope you have a good night's sleep on the couch." Maybe that was pushing it a little too far, this was his room.

Pushing his fingers roughly and deeply back into me he said, "This is my room and we will share my bed. I am sorry you feel I am trying to control you; I just want to give you pleasure, the likes of which you have never known. Batteries cannot offer you passion, only release. I can offer you a passionate release." He went to work again on my clit, pushing it, and running little circles around it. My body was on fire. 

"I think I have underestimated your personal resolve. I was wrong; I thought you wanted a dominant person in your life. I am a dominant person and so are you. I think in time we can mutually come to respect and care for each other, without a power struggle." He was playing my body like a fine instrument. He was talking of mutual respect without a power struggle and I was becoming silly putty in his hands.

"Personal convictions aside, get me off. Please," I nearly screamed in his ear. The darn leg kept me from rolling onto my side. I could only spread my left leg apart, so he could not get as deep with his fingers as I needed. "I want you to show me the pleasure you can bring...ohh...me, but I need...ohh, but I need to know... that ...oh God... I am not expected...to...become some...ohh...subservient slave." One of the most amazing mind numbing orgasms ripped through my body. My clit had become so sensitive that I had to pull away from him. He continued to nip and suck on my nipple. 

"You liked that? I know you did; my hand is soaked. No, I don't want you to become subservient; I know you are not capable of it. What I do want is for you to stop fighting me every time I want to take charge."

All the pain was gone and my brain was floating around in outer space. I was incapable of cognitive thought at that moment in time. I just moaned and drifted off into a very deep restful sleep.

I hope you enjoyed, please take the time to vote.



Alex Ch. 03



If you are reading this in hopes for a stroke story, I am sorry to disappoint you.

There is very little sexual interaction and a lot of plot development that will make the subsequent chapters flow.

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The next morning I awoke in absolute pain. I could not find Alex. I grabbed the crutches and hobbled to the dresser. I pulled on an aqua-colored tee-shit. I wrapped a pair of plain black satin panties and matching bra into my shorts. I threw them into the bathroom. I tossed a few of the pillows towards the couch. I went to the bathroom and got dressed. 'I can do this by myself,' I thought. I got dressed and hobbled to the end table where the Doctor left the pain pills, poured a glass of water and sat down to watch television. I fixed the pillows, and slowly drifted back to sleep.

I awoke to Alex gently shaking my shoulder. "Time to go to the doctor. I see you were able to get dressed by yourself. You are a determined one aren't you?" 

Half asleep, I stuttered, "I told you I would be fine by myself. I just need to think before I do things."

"Let's see you get yourself something to eat or need to make an emergency exit by yourself? I would feel much better if you were with me."

"Let's not start that argument again. Let's see what the good doctor has to say," I said with resolve. 

We made our way to Alex's car. I don't think I could have climbed into my truck in this shape anyways. The ride to the Doctor's Office was quiet. I was grateful for not having to hear about how I should move in with him. I just wish the news from Doctor Meghan was as good. I had broken the Fibula and I had torn one of the ligaments. I was going to be out of commission for at least ten weeks until the ligament fully healed. To add to the already bad news I could expect my Achilles Tendon to shrink some, which in the world of riding is very bad. It would take months if not a full year for all of my muscles, tendons and ligaments to be back to normal.

The Doc gave me the option of what color cast I wanted. Great, I can still make a decision. I chose the bright red. More pain pills and just what I did not want to hear; I needed to stay off my ankle, as in not doing anything other than going to the doctors for the next two weeks, absolutely no going to the barn. 

Once again, I found myself back to the same argument. If I went home, I would have to find another doctor and try to manage by myself. On the other hand, I could stay with Alex and remain under Doctor Meghan's care. I sincerely liked her; she was gentle and kind. Martin was going to be leaving with Jezzy soon, so I had to make a decision.

Driving back to the hotel I was kicking myself squarely in the ass. I had caved. My personal convictions of going home to recover had faded. I was going to become a 'house guest' of Alex's for the next ten weeks. Jill knew that I was going to stay before I did. That was an easy phone call. The next call was to my boss.

I explained that I was going to get my lap top and start working out of a friend's house down here. I normally worked from home, so changing my location was no big deal. I just was not going to be able to attend my normal weekly meetings for the next three weeks. As usual, my boss was okay with that. I was very lucky in that regard. 

I begged Alex to stop by the barn. I needed to see Jezzy and Jill. He reluctantly agreed, making me promise to be careful. Careful, yeah. I tripped on a towel and broke my ankle, but I can try. When I hobbled into the barn, Jill came running up to me, yelling at me for being there. 

"Relax, Jill. I am only here to see that Jezzy is okay, and show her that I am okay." As I drew closer to Jezzy's stall, she looked out with a mouthful of hay and whinnied at me. She had missed me. Just was it as much as I missed her? How was I going to watch Jezzy be ridden by Alex? Was I going to be able to sit back and watch? This was going to kill me. At least if Jill was riding her, she would feel more at ease, and in some ways so would I.

I sat on a bail of hay talking to Jill when Alex returned. He walked up to me and tossed me the keys to a golf cart. At all the shows I have been to, I never once entertained the idea of renting one. Not only did they cost too much, but I felt the exercise was good for me. After all, the most I walked at a three or four day show was ten miles. The gesture was sweet and considerate. So much so that I agreed to ride around and watch Jill and Alex's afternoon classes. 

"He did that to you, didn't he? He tied you up and broke your leg? I tried to tell you he was sick, but no, you couldn't listen to me. Well now look at you. Six weeks before you can ride again? The show season will be done by the time you can ride again. I hope you are going home and leaving this sadistic freak." The words from Samantha cut through the hay and sweet feed aroma like a knife in warm butter. Her tone was condescending and very loud. I just stared at her, wondering what exactly made her tick; she was definitely unique. 

"No. Actually I tripped on a towel on the slippery marble bathroom floor. I managed this dumb move all by myself. And not that it is any of your business, but Alex has been nothing but nice and supportive. He has been so supportive, in fact, that I am going to be staying with him for a few weeks till I can manage by myself. And to further add insult to injury Alex may be showing Jezzy in my place against you!" There I thought to myself, I will show that jealous witch. Why am I finding myself defending Alex? A few moments ago I was really thinking about going back home. It must be the pain pills, they have my brain all jumbled up.

Samantha turned on her heels and left in as much of a fury as she could. I swear I saw smoke coming from her shoes. Maybe she really was a witch, just a very pretty one. I know she said something about ropes and being tied-up, but not Alex. He enjoys my touch and claw marks while we are making love. It is getting time for Jill to ride Matrix; I just hope he behaves for her.

I hobbled to my golf cart and let Jill and Alex ride down in front of me. I remembered the other reasons I hated golf carts: they can spook a horse. Gingerly I figured out the pressure I needed from my left foot to stop and start. I quickly discovered that this was fun; no, it did not go that fast, but it was still fun. At five miles per hour in an open cart, the wind can start to whip through your hair and flies still hurt when they hit your collar bone.

I parked near Arena 3 to watch Jill and Alex ride. Martin, Jill's husband, quickly joined me. "I thought you went home already…"

"No, I wanted to see Jill ride." Our conversation quickly turned to Alex and me. He gently warned me that maybe things were going too fast and I should slow down. Unfortunately, this leg has put me into a situation that prohibits that from happening. I knew he was sincere, but I had boxed myself into a corner. I told him the newness of the relationship should not wear off in a few weeks. By then I will be able to move around and I can come home if I need to. I was touched by his concern. We sat in silence as Jill then Alex rode.

Both rides were okay, nothing spectacular. Matrix thought the flower box in front of the judge at C was going to eat him, but Jill, the professional that she was, coaxed him passed it. Rubi saw Matrix not like the flowers and thought that mimicking him was a good idea. Except Rubi slightly reared and turned in defiance. Alex just could not get him to go all the way down. Jill beat Alex, but did not win the class. That is okay; both horses are young and with time, they will both become amazing.  

I gave Martin a ride back up to the barn in my 'Speed Racer'; I think from now on I will rent a golf cart. Back up to the barns there was a lot to be done. Alex was leaving in the morning and Jill was going tonight. I was of little help, so I sat and wrapped up polos for Jill. (Polo wraps are big soft cotton Ace bandages, meant to give support to a horse's leg.) Jill and Martin loaded up all the equipment and feed that we had brought. All that was left was Matrix. Poor Jezzy! She was just looking out of her stall with a look on her face that said, 'Why am I not going, too?' I tried to comfort her, but I knew being alone in her stall without Matrix was going to be hard.

I drove over to Alex's barn and saw that most of his neighbors where leaving out. I asked if it was possible to place Jezzy in-between two of his horses, just so she had company. That was not a problem for him, he would move Rubi and place her between two of his students' horses. I thanked him and started to drive back around. Samantha flagged me down. 'Great, what does she want?' I thought to myself. 

"Do you mind if we talk? I know I have had some serious outbursts, but that man boils my blood and I really do like you and I do not want to see you get hurt," Samantha said in a friendly tone.

"Okay, but I want you to know that I am not totally comfortable with the idea of moving in with him. In the last few days he has at times taken a very dominant, almost forceful approach with me. So I am very curious as to what you have to say." I returned the kindness, I can be nice.

"Have you ever heard of BDSM?"

"Yeah. Those are those sick people that believe pain is necessary to achieve a satisfying climax," I said, with a hint of curiosity and disgust in my voice.

"Right, but there is far more to that world then pain. It also involves a Dominant/submissive relationship. Alex is very much a Dom, or as he likes to call himself, the 'stallion'; you will become, if you allow him, the 'filly'. When you get to his house be very careful; he has two or three rooms that are always locked. He has the largest assortment of riding crops, dressage whips, and lounge whips I have ever seen in a house, in the 'Exercise Room'. 

"Just please be careful. I am surprised he chose you. You strike me as a very strong-willed person and not the submissive type. On the plus side you will receive sexual pleasure like you have never known, but at a physical and mental price. Just please be very careful." She said all of this while looking over her shoulder the whole time.

I wanted to ask her so many more questions but all she did was hand me her phone number and left. I was not sure what I was getting myself into. This was all so new and very scary to me. Thankfully, I could still go home. If I could just figure out how to load Jezzy up and drive home. Maybe what Samantha was talking about was in the past with Alex, not the present or in this case, my future. 

I must have been in my own little world when Jill came up to me and said that they were leaving. I hugged her and said I would call later. Keep in touch and we will see each other later. I said bye to Matrix, and had tears streaming down my cheeks as they pulled away. 

"Hey, they will be back. I asked Jill to come down and help me get accustom to Jezzy and some of her quirks. She will be back here next week. In addition, at some point we are going to have to get you home to get clothes and take care of things at your house. It will be okay, I don't bite. Well, not too hard," Alex said to me, in that soothing, comforting tone. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a deep, 'wanting you now' kiss. I wanted to ask him about what Samantha said, but I figured it should wait. 

Breaking away from his embrace, I wanted to taste him, but my head was spinning. I was starting to hate this feeling of losing control. I did not want to become someone's bedroom slave, not now and not ever. Was Samantha right? How could I tactfully bring this subject up? The questions, the not knowing was beginning to drive me insane. What was I getting myself into? Could I stop it once it started? I needed time to think.

"What is bothering you? You never pull away from me like that. Is it something I did or didn't do?" He was questioning me like I was a little child.

"Nothing, something, oh darn, everything. I have been removed from everything I know and trust. I am hurt and cannot fend for myself. Samantha has filled my head with scary demented thoughts and I am just downright confused." I said, with tears streaming down my face for the second time today. 'Good God, Sarah, get a hold of yourself,' was being screamed in my head.

"What did Samantha tell you?" 

"I am too tired and sore to get into it right now. Can we please just go back to the room? I really am very sleepy." I yawned. I really was tired and really was not in the mood to deal with anything.

"Alright. I'll have dinner delivered and you can get comfortable and go to sleep." 

"Thank you so much. You have been very…" I tried to say, but he started to kiss me deeply. I smelled the hay; he must have settled Jezzy down in her new stall. Poor defenseless horse, she is at my mercy. I hope she will be all right.

"What is the matter with you? I have never felt you so distant. Every time I try to kiss you, you seem very distant and cold."

"I am just tired and these drugs have my mind out in left field," I said, very apologetic. The truth was I was almost scared of him. A relationship cannot work if fear is involved. I had to talk to him.

The ride back to the hotel was very quiet. I think in the five-minute ride I actually fell asleep. I really was tired. I was also not thinking straight. He helped me out of the car and up to our room. I was in need of a shower and some clean comfortable clothes. The problem was that all of my clothes were now dirty. I was planning to go home today.

"I have no more clean clothes. Can I borrow a pair of sweat shorts and a tee-shirt, please?" I asked, with sleep still clouding my thought process.

I decided on taking a hot bath with my leg hanging out of the tub. Alex slowly helped me down into the hot water. He placed a few drops of lavender-scented bath oil into the water. The smell was making my mind relax as the water soothed my tired arms and leg. Gently Alex started washing me, while I just leaned back and relaxed. All was going well until he started rubbing my nipples. His hands were pulling and twisting very gentle at first then he started to add more pressure. My body, that I thought was so tired and numb, was responding to his touch.

"Don't move, let me pleasure you," he said, in a very soothing tone, which transported my body to a floating sensation. I was drifting in and out of consciousness as he made my tits as hard as pebbles. The pain mixed with pleasure was making a direct path to my crotch. I could feel the blood engorging my clit as he continued to manipulate my tits. 

"I'll be right back." My body was flying somewhere in subconscious, needing his return.

He returned, but I could not open my eyes. I heard him set something down on the counter, it sounded heavy and hard. I did not have the strength to turn and look. He returned to my tits, gently tugging and pulling. I could feel the euphoria of an orgasm building, with just the nipple stimulations. 

My hips involuntarily pushed up towards him trying to direct his play, but to no avail. "Trust me?" he whispered.

"Mmm..." was all I could mutter.

I heard the unmistakable buzz of a vibrator being turned on low. He traced the soft jelly like material over my belly, down each thigh and back up. His one hand started to pinch and roll my nipple, while the other moved the vibrator between my legs. Slowly the tip of the vibrator spread my lips apart. Slowly, as if on a maiden voyage, the vibrator entered my inner depths meticulously. He twirled it around, so every part of my inner depths felt the soft jelly completely. My mind was going farther into semi-consciousness when in a fast, deep, hard thrust my body bucked violently as if a bomb had exploded in my womb. I was riding high on the pleasure wave. With each thrust and tweak of my nipple I was transported higher and higher. The feeling was so intense that I think I lost consciousness…or I was so relaxed, I just fell asleep. 

The chill of the water awoke me. I opened my eyes, which stung in the bright light. I had no idea how long I was asleep for, but I felt refreshed. My tummy was starving though. "Dinner will be here in a few minutes. Do you want help standing and washing your hair?"

"Yes, and thank you so much. That was an incredible experience, and I truly thank you." I was still flying high from one of the more intense orgasms of my life.

I quickly finished my shower. I went into the sitting area naked, hobbling on the crutches, hoping he had clothes for me to wear. I started looking around for clothes but could not find any.

"Here, I had one of my students go and buy this earlier today for you to wear." It was gorgeous, a mid-thigh length black satin button-up nightgown. The cool silky material felt sensuous against my lavender scented skin. 

"You look absolutely breathtaking in it, with your crutches."

"Gee, thanks. You think the crutches complete the look?" 

The conversation was halted by the knock on the door. Dinner had arrived. The waiter wheeled in his cart full of various fruits. A delectable looking scalloped potatoes and pork chops that looked so tender and juicy. The whole feast was served with a delicious wine. 

I was feeling better and dinner was delicious, so I decided now was the time to talk to Alex. "Samantha was talking to me earlier. She told me that you are involved in a world that I not only don't understand, but one that quite frankly scares the shit out of me." There I had said it. I was so proud of myself.

"She told you about the rooms in my house, also?" Alex's tone and demeanor was one of cautious speculation. I think he knew he had to handle this very carefully or else I was gone.

"Yeah, she said you have more whips than some riding schools inside one of the rooms." I was feeling very authoritative in a curious kind of way.

"There are many different realms to BDSM; it can range from mild to severe. On the severe side is the sadomasochist. That is where pain and pleasure are totally intertwined; needles, hot wax, severe spankings, and sometime blood. I am not interested in that, and myself do not truly understand it. It is true I do enjoy giving a good spanking, but not to such a sever degree.

"Then there is a Dom/slave relationship. This is where I feel you are a little misdirected. I think you have a vision of a dog collar being affixed to your neck and then chained to a post. You would be forced to curl-up around at my feet, and eat and drink out of a dog bowl. 

"To relieve your anxiety, I do not care for that either. You are a very spirited person and I would never request anyone do that. Then there is another layer that involves a Dom/submissive relationship. This is

generally where I fit in. The feeling of power associated here propels me.

"I enjoy watching a woman's body responding to my touch. I receive an adrenaline rush from watching, let's just say, you. Being tied up to the point that you cannot move. As I run a feather up your thigh. I can watch the wetness develop between your legs. I can run an ice cube over your nipple and watch it become hard. The feeling of power that I derive from watching your body respond to my trusted touch is what I am searching for. Not to humiliate you or watch you grovel at my feet.

"I only indulge my fantasies with a one-hundred-percent willing partner. I sincerely enjoy your company and I do not want you to feel scared or intimidated by any lifestyle choices of mine. The

dominant/sub relationship is far more intricate, but I will elaborate more later. The relationship must be built on mutual trust and pleasure. The sub is free to come and go as she pleases in my world; I do not force anything on anyone at anytime.

"Furthermore, I am not sure if our relationship is going to take that twist. Each relationship finds its own way. Have you ever been spanked?"




Alex Ch. 03



Author's note:

This is the third chapter of a story I wrote online with my friend Alex. You will need to read the first two chapters of this story to fully understand the characters and situation.



ALEX: I gasp when I see him and I feel so embarrassed. My eyes immediately start to water again. "Danny..I..I" I'm stuttering and start crying more, unable to finish my sentence. I don't know if I'm more ashamed that he can see me naked or that he knows that I'm not the sweet innocent girl he thought I was.

PHIL: His eyes turn to thunder as he sees you laying there having sex with me. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" He shouts as he rushes over to us on the floor, pulling at my T-shirt to try and get me up off of you. "Hey relax" I say. I pull out of you quickly and leave you there with your legs splayed, your face glowing and obscenely showing your gaping pussy. He starts to fling punches at me, but his anger means his aim is wild and inaccurate. I catch one of his wrists in my hand and squeeze it hard. I jab him hard in the stomach, winding him for a few seconds. I take my chance to stand up and push him against the wall, towering over him by several inches.

ALEX: I cross my legs as soon as you pull out of me and cover myself. I pull a blanket off my bed and wrap it around me as I stand up screaming at both of you. "No! Stop guys! stop!" I start crying a little more and find that I'm really not sure who I'm rooting for as you guys fight. When you get him up against the wall I say "Phil... He...he didn't do anything. Just stop it guys."

PHIL: Danny's face is still glowing red and he's trying to lash out at me. "I'll kill you you fucking rapist!" He shouts at me. I can't help but snicker at his words. "Look calm down Danny! You think I forced myself on her?" He's breathing hard and trying to regain composure. "I know full well you did man. My sister doesn't do anything like that. She's still just a kid!" I look him square in the eyes before glancing over at you. "A kid! Still just a... she didn't look much like an innocent kid when you came in did she huh? Mate she was lying on the floor spreading her pussy wide for me! She's not quite as innocent as you might think." His mouth gapes open and he blinks quickly. "No, I don't believe you." I grab him by the neck of his T-shirt and march him over to your chair.

ALEX: I back away as you bring him to the chair, trying to stay far away from you guys. Tears streaming down my face as I stand there having no idea what to say. I don't want my brother to think I'm anything but his sweet innocent sister, but I also really don't want to get you in trouble. I just stand there speechless as I watch you pull him.

PHIL: He's still speechless as I push him roughly down into the chair. I put one knee up onto his lap to ensure he can't move easily before fixing him with a stare. "Basically Danny the last couple of times I've been over here you haven't even noticed I'm here. Banging on about your girl, how great she is, what great sex you have I got pissed off so came to see Alex. You know what she was doing?" He shakes his head silently. "Your angelic, innocent, sweet little sister was watching porn." He goes to protest but I push my knee forward silencing him. "In her bed watching people have sex. I didn't want to stay but she called me in, told me she was feeling horny and wanted to suck my cock." I look over at you to see how you're reacting to the inaccurate story. "That's right, your sister sucks cock. I was only in here about a minute before she was sucking the whole length down her slut throat. Then after she'd sucked it, she stripped herself naked, and asked... no begged, me to fuck her. She's not an angel Danny; she's a naughty cockhungry slut."

ALEX: I gasp and put my hands over my mouth as you tell the story. I shake my head. "No Danny... that's...that's not true. I would never watch porn... I...I" I look to you and see the stern look that you're giving me. "I...I just" I still really don't know what to say. I sit down on the bed, feeling just as helpless now as I did when you were pinning me down and fucking me. I realize I'm just rambling and not really making any sense. All I have left to say is "Phil... p...please don't hurt him...I'm so sorry Danny." I put my hands back over my mouth and continue to cry.

PHIL: Danny still doesn't believe it but I'm fixing him with a stare. "See? why would she cry if it weren't all true?" I turn to you, "Did you suck my cock and ask me to fuck you both today and last week Alex?"

ALEX: I just shake my head and I look at both of you. "It's....I..." I can't bring myself to answer. I focus on you again, hoping I can avoid answering the question. "Just let him go...let's...let's just pretend nothing ever happened" I say crying, knowing there's no way that that's possible.

PHIL: "fuck that! Now tell him! Tell him you deep-throated my cock last week and this week. And that you told me to fuck you both then and now tell him! Say it's the truth."

ALEX: my body is trembling. I close my eyes and a tear comes out before I open them. I sob again, then slowly remove my hands from my mouth so I can talk. "it's...it's true" I say. I see the look of shock, anger, and disappointment on my brother's face the moment I say it. I can't bear to look at him, and I cover my mouth again, let out another sob, and look away from him, hiding my face from him.

PHIL: "Haha see? See Danny? See what your untouched little sister has become? Just a horny bitch who's only happy when she's getting a huge dick inside her. I mean look!" I gesture to the papers strewn over the floor. "When I came in tonight she dropped all her papers off the table cos she was so eager to get on her knees and be my fucktoy." I pause for a moment looking at his silent mournful expression. "B... but." He stammers. "It.. it can't be true... She's in floods of tears! You're forcing her to say that! You've forced her to do all of this!" I see the anger starting to well inside him again and nudge with my knee to make him gasp. I see that all the years of him knowing you as his pure unsullied sister is too strong for him to believe what I'm telling him. I slowly pull the belt from out of the loops on my jeans and place it over one of his wrists on the arm of the chair.

ALEX: I'm shaking my head no when you lie about why all of my homework is on the floor, but am unable to say anything. I'm not sure if he saw me shaking my head. I stay cowered, up against the bed with my arms folded around the blanket that's wrapped around my naked body. I see you reach down for your belt and as soon as I see what you're about to do, I scream in Danny's defence. "No Phil!" I know you heard me but I see you go to put it around his wrist anyway, and I stay completely helpless. I'm afraid enough of you that I wouldn't dare try to physically stop you.

PHIL: I barely even hear that you've made a noise as I'm fixed on securing him. He tries to jerk his arm away but I've already pulled both sides of the leather down to pin his wrist to the curved wooden arm. I secure the buckle, using a hole which is just too tight for his circulation. He goes to grasp at it but I grab his fingers and force them back sharply. He yelps and starts raving at me to let him go. As I hold his fingers, squeezing and un-squeezing them in my hand I open a nearby drawer of yours and rifle through your underwear till I find a pair of pale blue panties. I bring them out and start to secure his other hand. "Oh, these must've been through the wash, they're not damp in the crotch like hers usually are." After he's well and truly stuck I stand up to admire my handiwork. "If you don't believe me, big brother, then you'll have to see the evidence for yourself won't you."

ALEX: I'm screaming at you, begging you to stop the whole time you're tying him up. I know from experience how good you are at tying someone up and knowing how easily you can overpower them, that I know he doesn't stand a chance fighting against you. I get frustrated that you keep ignoring me and cry more. As soon as you say you need him to see the evidence, I look down at my feet and see my wet panties there. I quickly kick them under the bed hoping you didn't notice.

PHIL: I walk decisively over to you. "Don't try and hide the obvious facts Alex." I push you aside and bend down to pick up the sheer cotton from under the bed. I also fetch up your pyjama bottoms and take them back over to him. "Here are her normal panties. This is what happens to your sister after she' had 8 inches of cockmeat down her throat." I stretch out each of the garments in turn making sure he can see the obvious wet patches on them. "Totally, dripping, fucking, wet. Exactly. And you think she wasn't enjoying that? She was loving every single second of it."

ALEX: I whimper as you push me aside..I grunt in pain as my shoulder hits the wall. I look at you with pleading eyes but don't dare try to stop you from doing anything. I feel myself actually get turned on the moment you push me. For some reason I feel myself wanting you again after you treat me like that, and I hate myself for it. I get my mind off of it when I see you showing him my wet panties, proving to him that I like being treated like a filthy whore. All I can do is cry and keep repeating "I'm sorry Danny... I'm so sorry."

PHIL: "Be quiet," I say looking over at you. I'm still staring at him intensely brandishing your clothes. "You should see her once she gets going Danny. Your own flesh and blood behaving like that. She just can't keep her panties on for two seconds this one. She told me that ever since I pulled my cock out of her last time she's been counting down the seconds till I would come back and fuck her again hard with it. She even swallowed all of my cum at the end." Danny turns his head away as if trying not to listen. "Well most of it. The rest of it splashed on her face. Did you notice how her skin's been looking so soft in the last week. It's cos she was rubbing traces of my spunk into it last Monday." He screws his eyes up and looks down. "Ok ok... I've heard enough, now let me go." He looks up, pleading me with his eyes. "Oh no mate, you haven't heard anything yet. You haven't seen the little whore in action yet." His mouth drops open. "Oh yeh Danny. You've been going on about having great sex with your new woman this last week. Now you get to see me get the same, only, in your case, I'll be getting it inside your sister's horny little fuckhole instead."

ALEX: I shut up when you tell me to be quiet, and I sit back on the bed sobbing once again. I stay silent, except for my weeping, as you tell my brother lies making me sound worse than I really am. But I don't dare tell him that you're lying, for fear of either you getting angry with me, or you getting in trouble. I get to the point that I try not to listen, to think about other things. But my head perks up when I hear you say you want Danny to see. I look at you in shock, but still am too scared to say anything to you.

PHIL: I turn from Danny and hurl your clothes back on the floor where I found them. I pace over to you, looking down at you when I get there. I gently tug at the blanket draped about you. "Come on Alex, get this off. Don't keep yourself all packed away. You and I have got a little show to do for your brother here."

ALEX: I tighten my arms, holding the blanket tighter against me as I look up at you. I shake my head frantically. "No... not in front of him. Please Phil. He...he can't see me like that."

PHIL: "I said come on Alex!" my tone becomes impatient as I grasp the top of the blanket in my fist and start to yank. It's so tight around you that it starts to tip you off of your balance and you have to struggle to stay upright. "I think it'd be really good for you to show him. A part of accepting what you are. You should be proud to be eighteen and already a shameless cumslut. Show him and let him see how dirty you actually are."

ALEX: I keep shaking my head no. "No Phil. Please." I do my best to keep the blanket wrapped around me but I'm starting to lose my grip. "Please Phil..I...I'll do anything you want. Just let him go... leave him alone... don't make him watch us."

PHIL: I clench one of your slender fingers between mine and begin to wrench it away from the blanket, making you squeal out. I free each of them in turn, bending them back at an alarming angle. "Your big brother needs to see you. He needs to know the truth about you now." I hold your now free hand in mine and crush it tight. It makes you open your mouth silently as you feel the force with which I mash your fingers together. My actions are harsh but my voice stays soft and threatening. "Now just unwrap yourself and throw this blanket away. Normally you like being naked don't you, don't be all shy now."

ALEX: I cringe in great pain as you bend my fingers back, causing more tears to go down my face. Instinctively, I let go of the blanket to try to get it away from you, letting it fall to the ground so I'm once again naked. I desperately try to wrench my hands away from you but you're too strong as you keep hurting them, not caring if it hurts and treating me like an object.

PHIL: "Let go of her you bastard!" Danny shouts to me and I can hear the squeaking of my belt as he tries to force his way free. "You'll only make it tighter," I say dismissively. Not taking my eyes off of you. I play with your fingers like they're those of a plastic doll, moulding them for fun and not even taking notice of your expressions of pain. I start walking, dragging you with me, your hands entwined with mine. I guide you around to the corner of the bed, opposite to where Danny is positioned. "Here she is Danny. Your very own naughty little sister. Naked, in all her glory. Sexy isn't she huh?" I tweak one of your nipples, making sure I'm showing you off as my little sexpet, my trophy to exhibit to your brother.

ALEX: I whimper as you drag me. Tears going down my face for so many reasons right now, especially from the pain of you twisting and bending my fingers as far as they can possibly go. I try to stay planted where I am, and not go in front of Danny but I'm way too weak. I keep looking away from his face, too ashamed of myself to look at him. I whimper and sob again as you pinch my nipple, but know it's best not to say anything. I keep on weakly struggling, trying to get away from you, and doing everything I can to not look at my tied-up brother.

PHIL: I start to talk to Danny again, not even acknowledging you as I do. I'm running one of my big hands over your breasts, down to your hips, and squeezing your ass over and over as I talk. I'm showing him that you're letting me do it. That you really are my play thing to have when and how I want. "You know Danny when I found her watching that porn last week it was a guy pounding a girl helplessly whilst she shrieked out. I couldn't believe it when Alex looked at me and asked me 'Will you do that to me?'. How could I let her down." I keep lewdly rubbing your soft naked flesh, even darting between your legs to stroke your pussy lips as I make up my story. "Today though her dream can become even more real can't it. She can be her own little porn star, fucking on show for you to admire. You should count yourself lucky Danny, you're the only one invited to watch as yet. Alex The Slut! In her debut performance!"

ALEX: my body is shaking and I focus on trying to get my wrist free from your hand, using my other hand to try to pry your fingers off of me. I stay focused on that as you use your other hand to caress me all over my body. The whole time, as much as I try not to, I'm getting turned on more and more, hearing you talk about me like that, feeling your hand run over me wherever you like. I can't help but moan softly the last time you run your hand over my naked pussy. And something about my brother watching, my brother who has been very overprotective of me his entire life, turns me on more. I feel so ashamed and I hate myself for it, but I let my eyes wander down to look at your cock again and despite my brother being there, start thinking again about how much I want it.

PHIL: Danny's getting angry again at my words about you. "Shut up Phil! Take your hands off her! Just stop this!" I'm now just letting two of my strong fingers glide effortlessly along your slick pussylips from underneath. I nudge the clit every time I reach it before starting the path all over again. I see your eyes drop to my semi-erect cock and see you swallow hard, fighting with your inner morals. "Oh good girl," I praise you. "Good little girl, looking at that cock again. See Danny? I'm not forcing her to look at it am I? I'm not forcing those horny thoughts into her mind. She just wants it naturally. Just born craving cock." Danny bites his lip in anguish. "Alex... sis... come on, don't do this. It's not true what he's all saying is it. don't do it. Please." His words are imploring but my gaze is fixed strong on you. "Come on slut, you know you want to. Touch it, stroke it. You want, this, cock"

ALEX: my legs are shaking and I moan each time you rub your fingers against my clit..I'm getting wetter every second. I shake my head as you try to convince me to touch your cock, trying to fight the urge that I obviously have. I turn my face away from you and try to hide it in my shoulder, wanting this to be over, wanting to go back to before you visited me the first time. But most of all, after I foolishly looked at it again, I want your cock and can't stop thinking about it. But I am still able to resist looking at it again, resist touching it. But it's becoming harder and harder to resist the more I think about it.

PHIL: "Alex... don't do this." Danny's noticing his begging is not helping much with your inner struggle. I ignore his words and talk to you myself, much closer to you. "Touch it. Feel it throbbing and pulsating in your hand. You'll make it nice and stiff if you just stroke it a little bit. Wrap your fingers right around it and pump it gently. Do it for us. Be proud. Show your brother what you've turned into, how grown up you are. Show him you're addicted to a big hard cock."

ALEX: the hand that you're not holding on to twitches as you talk, then lifts up. I bring it down a little, towards your cock, then abruptly bring it back to your hand, and grab onto it tight, trying to force it to stay there. But it keeps shaking, wanting so badly to feel your cock, wanting so badly to make you hard again.

PHIL: "Come on slut. Make it hard. Grip it and make it full and erect. Then I can lay you down and fuck you with it can't I." Danny squirms at every word I say, visibly wincing every time I talk about fucking you. I can tell by your hand which way your mind is trying to send your body. "Your pussy is already soaking wet here isn't it. So now all we need is my cock to be rigid and we can fuck. So go on. You know just what to do."

ALEX: you talking about your hard cock and fucking me is enough to make me give in. I turn my face to look at your cock at the same moment I let go of your hand, and bring my hand to your hard shaft and start to rub it. I let out a moan the second that I wrap my hand around it, and start to stroke it as I look down at it, still making sure to avoid eye contact with my brother.

PHIL: "Oh yes... that's it." I speak more loudly now, in a triumphant confident tone. I take my hands away from you and lift them in the air in demonstration. "See Danny? I'm not forcing her to do it at all. This is all of her own free will. It's the natural slutty instinct inside her coming out. She has to obey her pussy, it's a simple as that, and when her pussy needs cock, your whore of a sister has to make it hard first." I jerk my hips slightly, helping the rhythm of your small hand wrapped around me. 

ALEX: as soon as you let go of me, I take a step toward you..Standing to the side of you, I wrap my just-freed arm around you, holding you against my body, as I rub your cock harder. I keep my face buried behind your back, hiding it from my brother. I moan as I rub your cock, turned on as I feel it getting harder in my hands.




Alex Ch. 03



PHIL: "Mmmm fuck she's good Danny, she's really good at making a cock hard." I notice your obvious shyness again and move my shoulder a little. "Hey come out. Come and look at your brother, he's looking at you. Who comes to watch a porn show with the leading actress hiding away. Look at him. Show him you're proud to be wanking this cock to make it stiff."

ALEX: I shake my head no, and move my head with your shoulder, still hiding from my brother, but still rubbing your cock with my small hand as much as before.

PHIL: I grasp your two cheeks in both my hands to jerk it towards him. "Look at him! Look straight into his disapproving eyes. Show him that slutty passion burning behind your own. He needs to see for himself that you're doing this cos you crave cock, not because you're being forced."

ALEX: I whimper as you force me to face him. My hand slows down a bit, but I keep going. I slowly look into his eyes, see his shocked, disappointed, and hurt face, then quickly look back down, never taking my hand off of your hard, 8 inches.

PHIL: "Keep his gaze! look back up. It doesn't stop you being a horny bitch if you look at the floor. Embrace it! Stare at your brother with this fat cock in your hand! Look at him and tell him you're making it hard so I'll fuck you. Look at him and tell him you really want this cock up inside you again. Look at him and admit it!"

ALEX: I slowly look back up, looking into his eyes as I stroke you. I cringe as I see his face, his eyes watering. I wish he would look away but, like a car accident, he isn't able to take his eyes off of me. I'm not paying attention to the rest of your words as my gaze stays focused on him, the rest of my focus on rubbing your huge, hard cock.

PHIL: "Tell him you want it inside you." I repeat, my words almost hypnotic in their rhythm. "Admit it to him and then I will. He can see you're turned on but you need to let him know that your pussy's literally aching to have the whole of this dick slide inside you." Danny stares from his chair pleading you with his eyes. He's secretly hoping you'll say this is all a joke and just get dressed again. But he knows that his fears are all the more likely to happen and he's about to watch his sister do things in front of him he never thought she was capable of.

ALEX: I cringe as you order me to say it...I don't want to say it, but am really horny and really want your cock. "I...I want it inside me "I say..my voice shaky while my hand wanders lower, cupping your balls and massaging them gently.

PHIL: "Not like that!" I reprimand. "Like you mean it. Loud and with confidence! Proud to be a fucktoy. Tell him what you want!" I moan gently between my orders as you massage me, my cock now standing to full attention and occasionally jerking against your hand. "Tell your brother, you want his best friend, to fuck you"

ALEX: I look at him and say louder..."I want his cock inside me. I want your best friend to fuck me... so bad."

PHIL: "Mmmmm oh perfect." I reach down and jerk your wrist back and forth, using your hand to wank myself a few more times before moving it away from my cock altogether. I talk in a quiet yet demanding voice, ordering you. "Lie down on your bed Alex, just on the end here, slide your ass right to the edge with your legs over the end and your feet on the floor. Them spread them wide for me." I push you subtly towards the bed to urge you on.

ALEX: I whimper in disappointment when you pull my hand away from your cock. I put up absolutely no resistance as you tell me to go to the bed. I sit down on the end, then lay down, my feet on the ground, spreading my legs like you said, knowing that my brother is able to see me but my horniness overpowering all other thoughts. I lay there with my legs shaking, my exposed, wet pussy begging to be fucked.

PHIL: "Sorry Danny," I say in mock pity. "Can't you see much there?" I move his chair slightly so he is at a perfect angle to look right at your glistening open pussy. I come back around and playfully slap your thighs. "Look! Look here! Dripping wet she is. That's just from me telling the truth about her and her stroking my big cock. See what she's like now?" I bring the engorged tip of my cock to your tight wet entrance, before looking over at your brother. I push forward with one solid motion and finally I'm all the way inside you once more.

ALEX: my body squirms and I whimper as you slap my thighs. I can see you dragging the chair for him to see me more clearly, but I don't care at all. The only thing I care about right now is your cock. I shudder again as I feel it teasing my wet pussy. When I finally feel it inside me, I close my eyes, arch my back, grip the bed sheets, and moan very loudly in pleasure.

PHIL: I see you arch your back and moan loudly. I can tell now that I've totally won you over and you just need to be fucked hard. I start to pound your pussy mercilessly, giving you just what you've been craving. I tell you to open wider. "I want Danny to see exactly what's going on here." I look down to make sure that he can clearly see where my cock goes into you. He's shuddering in the chair, quietly whimpering "no.. Alex... how could you..." I smile at him. "Yeh but look how she's taking that fat dick Danny. See it slipping right in there every time?"

ALEX: I'm grunting and moaning as you pound my pussy, my body shaking, tits bouncing. My eyes closed tight as I moan in pleasure. I spread my legs at your command, and don't pay attention to anything you 2 are saying to each other. Feeling and thinking about the cock sliding in and out of me is the only thing on my mind.

PHIL: "You can be proud of her Danny. From now on when people ask about her and say 'how's your sister Alex doing?', you can tell them in a clear confident voice 'she's a filthy whore and loves to fuck'. How does it feel to have a sister who's obviously a much better fuck than your own girlfriend Danny?" I keep a steady rhythm up, finally giving you the cock you've been hungry for all night. "Look mate, she's going to cum all over my dick. The horny bitch is actually going to cum for us! Come on slut, come for me and your brother. Show your brother how you cum over a fat dick."

ALEX: I grunt and moan as you continue to fuck me. I wince a little bit at your words about my brother calling me a filthy whore to people, but am so consumed by your cock I dismiss it pretty quickly. As you keep fucking me I can feel the sensation coming across my body again, and begin to shake. I know I'm close to cumming. I feel embarrassed cumming in front of my brother, especially in this situation, but I want to cum so badly. I want to feel what it's like to cum with a dick inside me. I'm moaning loudly and so close.

PHIL: The room's filled with the wet sounds of our frantic fucking, my dick hammering into you at breakneck speed. I grunt at you and reach down to gently tap your throbbing clit with my thumb. "Watch her as she cums over my dick Danny. Look straight at her."

ALEX: you touching my clit sends me over the edge. I arch my back once more, close my eyes, and scream loudly as I feel myself start to cum, my pussy massaging your dick as I keep going. It's the most mind blowing orgasm I've ever had in my life. My body continues shaking even after I finish and I can hardly move.

PHIL: I slow my movements down as you begin to float down from your orgasm. "Mmmmm that's it. That's my perfect little obedient fucktoy." My cock still slowly drifts in and out of your pussy, now even tighter than before, already beginning to look red and sore.

ALEX: I'm still unable to move as I continue to feel your hard cock slide in and out of me..my legs shaking quite a bit. I find myself shamefully getting some pride out of being called a "perfect little obedient fucktoy" as I lay there at your mercy.

PHIL: You look calm and serene, smiling sweetly, content having got your fill of cock. I slowly slide my cock all the way out of you. Only to climb onto the bed at your side. "This is the best bit now Danny. This is the final shot of our porn film, where your little sister gets covered in my cum. And it's all for you, her proud big brother." I take my cock in my strong fist and rapidly stroke the wet tip, keeping it level with your cheek, aiming it over your mouth.

ALEX: I open my eyes and smile when I see your cock right above my face. I sigh happily when I see you start to stroke it, then look up at you, right into your eyes.

PHIL: "Oh look at the slut smile, eager for cum isn't she Danny?" My pumping becomes desperate, my eyes fixed on you. When I feel myself tipping over the edge I pull my hands back. You see stream after stream of my hot cum shoot from the tip. It splatters over your cheeks and chin, one streak landing above your eye. For the last few shots I turn my cock to the side to make a little puddle collect on your neck. "Wow... What a perfect picture, isn't she mate? You must be so proud of her. A proper horny cumslut of our very own."

ALEX: I keep my eyes open looking at you as you cum all over my face. I moan a little as I feel it, getting satisfaction that I made you cum, and loving the feeling of it being on me. I look up at you, admiringly, almost lovingly, as you tell my brother that I made a perfect picture and am a proper horny cumslut.

PHIL: I look over you to find a dry place, and notice your shoulder has escaped the flood. I wipe the remaining cum from the tip of my cock on there before getting off the bed. "Well it's been a pleasure you two. This won't be the last time we all meet together I'm sure." I push my cock back into my jeans and pull the zipper up. On my way to the door I notice something. "Oh, Alex, don't forget your work." I let two pieces of your paper float over to you and land on your chest. "And if there's cum on them now, you can tell your teachers why. I'll let you sort each other out."

ALEX: I watch you leave and sigh happily. I don't pay any attention to the papers now on my chest. I dip my finger in the pool of cum at my neck, then suck it off, giggling a little, as I watch you leave.



Alex Ch. 03



"No, and in all honesty I don't think it is something I would like. If this relationship is to continue, am I to understand that there will be other women that you are going to be sexually involved with?" I said it, and I was so ready to leave at that very moment. Not only was I not going to grovel on my hands and knees, I still was not convinced. But I sure as hell was not going to become his plaything. What would make him think that I was even the least bit interested in this type of behavior?

"No, I firmly believe in monogamous relationships. But I got a sense that beneath that strong-willed, self-reliant exterior there is a submissive lady dying to be freed. Maybe I was wrong. In any case, I will not force anything on you. I deeply care for and respect you. If you still feel uncomfortable, I can offer your intellect a few good books on the subject to read." His whole conversation with me had been in a strong but caring tone that reeked of total control. 

"I didn't want to scare you off, which is why I have not said anything up to now, when you asked me. I would be thrilled if, in the course of your healing, you would let me introduce to some of the more pleasurable aspects of BDSM."

"All I can picture is you, all dressed in leather, trying to whip me into submission, with a leather mask over your face. All the while, I am bound and gagged to a menacing-looking contraption that is used to help you break my will. I thought you were a member of the Natural Horsemanship crowd that trained a horse to accept the human as the herd leader without force or trauma. Was I wrong?"

"Actually the two are very similar. And yes I believe in training a horse without breaking his or her spirit. As with any creature, if taught by fear and force, a trusting relationship cannot and never will develop. Everything in life takes patience and tender loving care. As far as whipping is concerned." I could see he was starting getting agitated with me. But I was in new, uncharted territory. Maybe if I read I would understand.

"For example, with you and Jezzy - you would not just take your dressage whip to her for any reason. But a few strategically placed taps can make her more responsive to your leg, or can make her reach farther under herself, creating better self-carriage."

"Okay, so you are telling me that I would only be whipped if I didn't lick your toes clean or better yet I forgot to say, 'Yes Sir'?" I was becoming very sarcastic in my tone and I did not care; I was not going to be treated like an animal.

"No, and you are missing the point. The media has demonized BDSM to the point that to an outsider it looks like abuse. It is not, by any stretch of the imagination. In a true BDSM relationship, the mantra is 'Safe, sane and consensual.' Adult participants must offer their consent; anything other than consensual activity is being done by a truly sick individual, and it is not BDSM.

"As far as spanking you goes, I offer spanking as a form of punishment and pleasure. Yes, the two are related. Yes, there are a few rooms in my house where scenes take place-for example, the fantasy of a Headmaster and a schoolgirl. If the schoolgirl had done something wrong, like talking in class or disrespecting the Headmaster, she would be spanked. But it would be done in the context of pleasure, and because both individuals mutually enjoyed the scene.

"For another example, in the bathtub when I pinched your nipples hard, your ultimate orgasm was so intense you passed out. That is what the pain is for, a more intense release. Does that give you a better understanding?" His tone never wavered during the whole conversation. I had never met someone as in control as he appeared. I was becoming more intrigued and excited by his explanation. 

"No not really. I am not scared, just confused. I know you would never hurt me." I truly believed that.

"I will let that be enough for, now. Come, let's get some sleep; you are going to have a very long day tomorrow." He kissed my forehead and helped me into bed.

Drifting off to sleep I was not sure if I wanted to explore this world with him or not. I was more confused and scared than I had been before I started talking to him. I had very disturbing dreams that night, filled with pain and more pain. I did not like pain and did not understand how an orgasm could be more intense because of pain being inflicted.



Alex Ch. 04



Alex Part IV

A New Home

I would like to thank TRCIII for his help. Sarah continues an unorthodox glimpse into the world of bondage. This story could have been placed into BDSM as easily as it is in Romance. This is a journey for Sarah. Please enjoy the journey. 

I awoke to Alex shaking me before the sun had come up. "We need to get an early start. There are storms moving in this afternoon and I want Jezzy to get a good walk around the farm," he said to me, kissing my forehead. "Here. I also had my student buy you a few more items of clothing yesterday. We will go shopping this afternoon for more clothes." He handed me the new clothing that seemed to be the right size...although pink was not exactly my color. At least they were clean, I thought, as I finished getting dressed. Alex had already packed everything up in the room including my stuff.

When we arrived at the barn a big semi was there. Alex's groom, Miguel, was helping the students prepare their horses for shipping. Shipping boots and stable sheets were everywhere. I hobbled over to Jezzy, who seemed content and happy. I gently rubbed her neck telling her that she was going to enjoy her new temporary home, which had a lake she could look out upon and a very gifted rider that was going to ride. She gently nuzzled up against me; I think it was her way of saying, 'if you think it is okay then so do I.' 

I hoped for her sake and mine that this was all going to be okay. Jess, one of Alex's long-time students who was probably in her mid-twenties came up to me. "Where is Jezzy's stuff? Alex told me to get her ready to ship. Are there any quirks she has with being loaded onto a trailer?" she asked, in a scratchy high-pitched voice. She was as tall as Alex and nearly as flat-chested. The short black hair framed her porcelain face. 

"I am usually by myself and she walks right onto my trailer without any problems." I pointed to my tack trunk. "Everything she needs is in there. I really appreciate this."

"Not a problem. I enjoy my job and have learned so much from Alex." We carried on normal small talk as I astutely watched her wrap Jezzy's legs and blanket her. She was thorough and proficient. I knew Jezzy was in capable hands. "Chain over her nose to load her, or not?"

"I never use the chain; it's there for decoration only. She is usually very well-behaved," I said, in a comforting tone. Very rarely was it that Jezzy would act up, unless a stallion was around that tickled her fancy.

It was Jezzy's turn to walk up the ramp into the large ten-horse trailer. She had never been near one, let alone on one, in her life. I had no idea how she was going to react. I should have told Jess to put the chain over her nose. She planted her feet and refused to move. Alex came over to see what the problem was.

"As stubborn as her owner! I should have guessed as much. Jess put the chain over her nose and tap her on the rump with the lounge whip," Alex commanded. Jess did as she was told but Jezzy still would not budge.

I hobbled over to Jezzy. I took the lead from Jess and undid the chain over her poor nose. "Come on Jezzy; I don't have the time or the strength to argue with you. Really, it is okay; just have faith," I said, in a very low, soothing voice. I placed the end of the lead rope in my right hand, held on to the crutch and started hobbling up the ramp. To everyone's surprise, with slack in the lead, Jezzy walked right up the ramp as slowly as I hobbled up the ramp. When we both got to the top Alex led her into her spot. "See? That wasn't so hard. She just needs to learn to trust you." And so do I, I wanted to add, but did not.

"As does her owner. I really am not a sick freak like you both think I am," Alex said, with a smile on his face. He kissed me on the forehead and helped me back down the ramp. "If it is okay with you I am going to have Jess drive your truck and trailer home and you will ride with me."

"Okay and thanks for everything. Please let me be there when Jezzy is unloaded." I kissed him on the cheek and hobbled over to the car. I could hear Jezzy whinnying up a storm on the trailer. I hope she will settle down, I thought to myself. 

I thought Alex lived closer to the show grounds. The ride to his farm was a good hour. As we pulled up to the scalloped wrought iron gate I was speechless. The outside perimeter was evergreen trees that were so thick that you could not get a glimpse of the complex. As we passed through the gate a long two-lane paved road led you past twenty or thirty one-acre pastures all encased in white synthetic wood fencing. The gentle slope to the landscape made for a Norman Rockwall painting. Every paddock had lush green grass and automatic waters. The run-in shelters were large and very well maintained and painted a different color.

I was looking around with such enthusiasm that I did not hear Alex. "Every pasture is color coded so that there is no misunderstanding as to which horses are to be turned out where. Every thing around here is either color or number coded so that way confusion is minimized. I have many Mexican and Puerto Rican workers around here. And no it is not because they are cheap; for some reason they relate better to the horses than most Caucasians do. Plus they are very loyal and trustworthy."

"How many acres and how many horses do you have? Are all horses kept separate or are they allowed being in herds like they should be?" I was a firm believer that no matter the value of the horse, a horse should be allowed to be outside with a herd. It was natural for them and not natural to be caged in a stall twenty-three hours a day because they were deemed too valuable to get hurt.

"All of my horses are turned out in groups of four to five. I have boarders that refuse to have their horses turned out. I have twenty brood mares of all different bloodlines, five breeding stallions and twenty to thirty colts and fillies waiting to be trained and/or sold. I then have my ten personal horses in direct training with me, and another twenty-five boarder horses.

"Then my students combined have filled up their stable with their thirty horses. I only have ten students at a time. I am a sucker for a gorgeous animal with promise. I have a separate section strictly for the spring and fall breeding seasons, where clients bring in their mares to be bred to my stallions and that is usually good for another twenty or so horses. As you can see I have a very large facility that takes a lot of my time and effort. Thankfully, I have several great people who work for me that can pretty much run everything but the finances. He gave his resignation three weeks ago and I have not found anyone to fill his position, yet. Are you interested? I know you are a CPA."

"There are over one hundred horses here? That is a lot; I thought at most maybe thirty or forty. As far as finances are concerned, let me think about that. This place is spectacular. The land must go on forever. I cannot get over how green the grass is. With that many horses I would picture dry dirt paddocks." I could not hold back the excitement in my voice. 

"I have over four hundred acres, of which half is reserved for hay fields. I hate buying hay. All of the horses are rotated weekly to let the paddocks rest and rejuvenate. I have around one hundred paddocks so there is always more than half not in use. There are over twenty miles of mixed terrain trails, a cross-country course; a stadium-sized jumping field and six Dressage regulation rings. Additionally, I have two indoor rings that measure 180' x 300' and three stables that hold thirty horses in 15' x 15' box stalls and another two barns that have twenty-five 12' x 12' box stalls. Then there are the boarder and student barns that each hold another thirty 12' x 12' stalls. When foaling season comes around, we are cramped for space. I have removable walls so the mares are offered a 12'x24' stall to birth in and it is kept that way until it is weaning time.

"All of the barns are equipped with closed-circuit televisions that are monitored 24 hours a day. All of the barns have a heated tack room with running hot and cold water and bathrooms. The two main barns have laundry facilities along with shower facilities. I have all of the live-in workers and students in an apartment complex that has 10 apartments each with three bedrooms. Anything else you want to know?"

"Where did you come up with the money to build this type of place? The price tag has to be approaching nine figures. I did not know you were rich; you don't flaunt it," I said, star-struck. 

"I hate rich people who flaunt money and I hate the gold-diggers that are close to their feet. My family is very wealthy in Russia; my Uncle and Brother gave me the money to buy the land. I have, over the last ten years, built it into this amazing complex that was just appraised at $100 million." He said all of this with a flat instructive tone, no hint of emotion.

We finally arrived at the top of the slope greeting us were five massive white barns that created an expansive half-circle around the wide driveway. Each doorframe was painted a separate color. Off to the right was an old farmhouse that was restored to its original glory. Off to the left was a stone and brick town-house looking complex that must have housed the workers and students. Between the two barns closes to the house was the lake. I was expecting a pond, but no--it was definitely a lake. A deep crystal blue that was almost hypnotizing. The land leveled out behind the barns revealing more paddocks and the training areas. On the close horizon, you could see the Catskill Mountains. 

The truck pulled in behind us, it was time to see if Jezzy had survived her trip. I could hear her mouth going a mile a minute. In addition, Rubi was answering her. Oh what a pair, I thought. As soon as the truck stopped, Hispanic men and women descended on the courtyard. The tack was quickly unloaded and replaced to its rightful locations. The horses were led off one by one. Jezzy was so happy to be out of the trailer that she let Jess lead her off, without any problems. 

I hobbled behind Jess and Jezzy to see her new home. Much to my surprise, she was led into Alex's barn with the large box stalls. Her stall was the fourth one down on the backside. Each stall was separated with the same scalloped wrought iron. The horses could see each other, but could not nip at each other. The Dutch doors in the back of her stall opened up to a large paddock that she would share with other horses in the barn. She spun around a few times in her stall and snorted; then she saw the hay and went to eating and not worrying about what was going on around her. At least she settled down quickly. 

Jess showed me the tack room; each horse had a large cedar closet that could be padlocked. Inside were three saddle racks and two bridle hooks, which offered more than enough room for all of my tack. On the back wall was space for tack trunks if I desired to keep mine in here rather than in the house. I thanked Jess and started to hobble back towards the house.

"Let's go inside and get breakfast. Ariela is making her special banana pancakes. How is Jezzy settling in?" Alex asked exuberantly.

"She did the twirly-bird thing; then saw the hay and the Percheron in her took over. She is happily eating," I said, laughing. We went up the cobblestone walkway to the house. The first thing that grabbed my attention was the well-manicured rose bushes the dangled delicately off the bottom rail of the wrap-around porch. There was a ramp off to the side of the steps; I assumed Alex has been around the equestrian world long enough to know injuries will happen that may involve wheel chairs or crutches.

Hobbling through the pine-stained door the aroma of pancakes, sizzling bacon and coffee, engulfed my senses. My stomach started to grumble. If the food was half as good as the smell, I could come to love this place. I think I saw this kitchen in a spread done by one of those Better Homes magazines. 

Ariela set my plate down; the food looked fantastic. There was a slight dusting of powder sugar on the pancakes with warmed real maple syrup off to the side. "I hope you enjoy Señorita. Senõr said he would be bringing a special guest to stay with us for a while. If you need anything please let me know."

"Mucho gracious, Ariela. The food is muy bueno." I tried to remember a little of the Spanish I had picked up over the years. I knew it was not very good when Ariela left, snickering.

"As you stay around here you will learn more Mexican Spanish. Miguel is always trying to improve my vocabulary, sometimes not for the better. I would show you around the house, but with your leg, it would be difficult to go up the stairs. The master bedroom has been temporarily relocated to the West Wing downstairs. You have free run of the house. Ariela does most of the cooking around here; if you need something to eat just page her on the intercom. There is one in each room. If you need anything—a pillow, a blanket, a stiff drink—just call Jorge. He is the head butler—a strange man but a very good man. All of the servants have Sunday and another day that rotates off each week. 

"Anna is the head lady of the house. She deals with all of the servants, and if you have a problem you go to her. Not coincidentally, she and Miguel are married. They keep this place running smoothly for me. I consider them family. Usually once or twice a month they have dinner with me as guests."

"I try to give all of my servants and students everything they want. I don't like dissatisfaction in the ranks. Everyone that is on the payroll has been so for a minimum of five years. I am very proud and happy with my workforce. I hope you will come to enjoy them as family, too." 

"There's so much for me to take in, I know I cannot remember everything. I hope all of them will be patient with me as I try to learn their names and jobs. How about the students? You said you had ten of them. I thought trainers usually only took two maybe three at a time..."

"I have ten students maximum, but three of them—Jess included—are also on the payroll. They are very valued to me and keep the younger girls and boys in line. Jess, Emily and Dan are my permanent fixtures; I don't know if they will ever leave. Abigail and Rob just came in two weeks ago so they are still learning. Olivia, Joe and Josh have been here six or seven months and they are all under 21 so keep that in mind. Heather and Kim are sisters that are talented Three Day Eventers. They have been here almost a year trying to perfect their dressage scores. Both of them have their sights set on the World Equestrian Games in Lexington, Kentucky, in 2010. If they would stop chasing the boys around they just might make it." A caring father would not be prouder. I could see in the twinkle in his eye; he genuinely cared for all the people here. I guess that really did set him apart from the rest of the group.

"I have a gift for you; please come back outside." We walked to the front porch and there it was : my own personal golf cart. "There is no speed limiter on this so be careful. My grounds are wide and expansive and there is no way you could get around without this. Want to go check on Jezzy and let her out?" 

"Yeah; I want to drive." I slowly drove over the cobblestone pathway in-between the indoor arena next to the boarded barn and the second biggest barn, then around the driveway until I pulled up in front of the gold main barn.

"Drive in; it is electric, so no fumes to harm the horses." I drove in and stopped in front of Jezzy's stall. She looked at me so quizzically. I made soothing small talk to my horse while Alex grabbed her halter and lead rope. "Do you have something other than a leather lead for her?"

"Goodness, yes. That is her expensive show halter and lead. In my tack trunk is her turn-out leather halter and cotton braided purple lead." Alex returned a few minutes later with her everyday use halter. I cringed at the thought of her expensive stuff being ruined. "Thank you, for everything."

Jezzy looked at Alex with about the same apprehension I had; she was trying to figure this man out. Was he worth trusting? I tried to show her it was okay, but horses have a way of knowing the real truth, no matter how you act on the exterior. I slowly approached her; she gently put her head down so I could easily place the halter over her.

"I thought she had a stall that she could go in and out of?"

"She does but I want her to see the grounds. I want you to lead her while I drive very slowly."

I sat down in the passenger seat facing towards Jezzy. I was not sure how she was going to react being led by a golf cart. We drove out of the barn and into the connecting indoor arena. She stopped and snorted at the ground, sniffed the air and let out another snort. Her way of telling me 'this is okay'.

We slowly progressed though the arena and out the back door. The view was amazing. The only buildings I saw were those of the paddocks. The mountains looked so close, I almost felt like I could touch them. The mountains' splendor was being reflected on the lake, only interrupted by an occasional ripple of water from the wind. Jezzy looked out and whinnied; sure enough Rubi was quick to answer her back. I could see him running up to the gate, trying to greet (mate) my mare.

We took a left and were greeted by the regulation-sized dressage arenas all marked out by white boards, three feet high. We slowly passed them and came to the jumping course. It had to be at least two acres with every type of jump you could imagine. Off to one side was a little course set-up with jumps only two and half feet high—my kind of height. The arena was encased in a high fence so she was safely confined, we let Jezzy go and run free.

She bucked and snorted like she was two again. She was so happy getting all of the stiffness out from being stalled for four days. We just sat and watched her. Alex placed his hands on my face drawing my lips to his. I melted against his mouth. It had been a long time since our mouths had explored one another. With a gentle force, he placed his hand on the back of head, pushing our mouths closer to one another.

His hand found its favorite spot, rolling my tit gently between his fingers. I reached for his cock. I wanted it in my hand. I rubbed with vigor through the stiff jeans. I moaned as his hand started rubbing my crotch with enough force that I felt the wetness starting to flow. 

We were interrupted by Jezzy pushing on Alex's shoulder. She pinned her ears at him informing him that she did not approve. "Maybe we should bring her back to the barn and let her play with her pasture pals; then we can go and find our bedroom."

Quickly she was brought to her stall. Alex opened up the back door so she could go out. She was to share a pasture with three other mares. The pecking order was quickly established with Jezzy quite happy somewhere in the middle. We drove back to the house. I hobbled up the ramp, through the kitchen, past the formal dinning room and down the corridor to the left. The walls were all off-white with various pictures of Alex winning trophies and ribbons. The maple-stained crown molding was accentuated by the maple-stained hard-wood floors. A burgundy runner ran down the center of the corridor. We came to stop at the wide maple door.

Inside was a large king-sized bed placed upon a foot-high pedestal. The rich green bed linens glistened in the light reflected from the soft white walls. The large French doors were opened letting the early afternoon breeze blow through the room. I could see the lake as clear as day from the bed. A feeling of complete relaxation engulfed my mind and body.

Alex pulled my shirt and bra off, revealing my soft breasts. I tried to take off his shirt but he beat me to it. He grabbed both of my tiny wrists in his hands and laid me down on my back. His mouth came forcefully down on mine. I met his force by pushing my crotch to his. I could feel his hardness through the material. He kissed his way down my cheek to my collarbone. I could feel the excitement building within.




Alex Ch. 04



"Trust me?" He said, slightly out of breath. "If I do something you don't like tell me 'Jezzy', okay?"

"Okay, but please no pain," I said, very concerned...but very aroused.

He climbed off me and crawled towards the bed stand. In the top drawer, he pulled out a pair of handcuffs, a blindfold, a scarf and a few pieces of rope. I let out a sigh when I saw no whips. "Still trust me?" I just shook my head 'yes'. He placed the cuffs around each wrist and tied one end of the rope to the middle of the cuffs. Then he tied the other end to a brass clip imbedded in the headboard. 

He pulled my shorts and panties off. He then tied a scarf around my good ankle and left my broken one alone. He knotted the rope through the scarf; he then tied the other end to the post of the footboard. In a very caring and concerned voice he asked me, "Still okay with all of this?"

"I think so, just please let me see what you are going to do to me."

"Fair enough," as he placed the blindfold back on the nightstand. Gently he placed two of his fingers, palm side up, against my cheek and slowly drew the lines of my face. Down he traced my collarbone from one side to the other side. Gingerly he traced his way to my left breast, closing his hand at my tit. He gently rolled the deep pink eraser between his lips. Gently he grazed my tit with his teeth. He increased the pressure on my other tit with his fingers, as his lips increased their presence. 

"Oh, God that feels incredible," I whimpered out. He continued to increase the pressure until I was screaming in pleasure and pain. The nipple stimulation was driving to the point of needing a release. I wanted to feel him in me. I wanted him to molest my body, but I did not want the feeling originating from my tits to stop. I wanted to feel much more.

"Still trust me? I can let you experience this pleasure without my hands or mouth, but you need to know that I will not hurt you," he said to me, as he reached back into the drawer. Out he pulled two crude looking things. They looked like alligator clips but there were no teeth and a little screw attached to each one.

"What are those?" I said, with panic sneaking into my voice.

"Let me show you; I promise it will not hurt, too much," he said, with a devilish grin. He unscrewed the screw to the point where the jaw was wide open. Gently he tugged my nipple to full hardness and placed the mouth of the contraption to my tit. "Tell me when the pressure is hard enough." As he tightened the screw, I could feel an exquisite pressure being bestowed on my tit. I wanted more pressure. "Still okay?" I nodded my head 'yes' and he tightened a little more. "I think that is tight enough, I really do not want to hurt you." He then proceeded to place my other tit into the vise-like contraption. There was no real pain, just an amazing feeling radiating throughout my body. My nipples were so sensitive that when he licked them, I screamed in sheer ecstasy. If only he would play just a little with my clit, I would be off in a torrent of pleasure.

As if he was reading my mind, he gently lapped at my crotch. He played with my clit, sucking it in and then blowing on it in varying degrees of intensity. He placed his two fingers in me with a deep and powerful thrust. I felt a power explosion building within me. I wanted to explode. But just as I started to explode he stopped. "Still trust me?"

"God, Yes, you have been so gentle. Please let me get off, I need to," I said, in a much labored breath. He reached into the drawer and pulled out a four-foot or so small silver linked chain. He attached each end to the nipple clamps and slowly pulled down on the chain with his one hand, while two or three of his fingers went into me very deep and hard. My mind and body was being transported. 

Just I was nearing my peak he pulled his fingers out of me and said, "Not yet." He took off his pants and underwear and slowly let the head of his cock press around my entrance. He took the chain that bound my tits in his hand and gently pulled it over my right shoulder. He pulled the chain with a fair amount of force as his cock drove deeply into me. I could feel his pelvis pushing up against my clit with every thrust. The pressure increased on my tits was causing me to lose control. I wanted to rip at his back, I wanted to press my tongue deeply into his mouth but I could do nothing but concentrate on the pleasure that was erupting inside of me.

I was feeling wave after wave of pleasure hit my body. Every time he tightened the chain, another shock would attack my body. I did not want it to stop, but if it continued I was going to die. I felt him release torrents of cum inside of me. He let out a mighty yell as he collapsed on top of me. I felt our combined liquids leaking from me. I heard his breathing slowly returning to normal as he made some of the most pleasurable noises. I was amazed that one man could make my body feel so incredible.

He slowly pulled himself from atop of me. "Are you ready?" He said as he made one last tug at the chain and my body convulsed in pleasure. A massive orgasm ripped from my body; it started at my tits and finished at my toes. I was done, my body could not take anymore.

"Enough, no more, please." I tried to stammer out. He must have believed me; before I knew it I was released and my tits where no longer tethered together. "That was amazing. So that is what a little pain can do to the arousal?" My body wanted more, but my brain was still playing the whole thing very cautiously. 'What a predicament,' I chuckled to myself.

"What is so funny? Did I not offer you the pleasure I had promised?"

"I was just thinking that I still am going to have a problem calling you 'Sir' and groveling at your feet, but the release was everything you said it would be and more."

"We have not even begun to explore what I can do to you and for you. I can wait on you calling me 'Sir Stallion' and if you never do, that is okay, too. I want to please you as much as you want to please me. Please do not force yourself to do anything you feel you cannot do my sweet filly." There was that sweet but dominating tone. Not to mention he called me 'his sweet filly', I will not grovel to anyone, but I could enjoy more of his 'torture'.

"You know, those...whatever-they-were. I really enjoyed them. How mush tighter can they go? Is there any way they could permanently hurt me? What other fun stuff is there in that drawer?" I asked, teasingly.

"The nipple clamps. If they are used incorrectly and too much pulling force is used, yes, they can hurt you very badly. That particular set is mild and I could have made them a tad bit snugger, but I did not want to scare you. When they are snugger, removal can be very unpleasant. As the blood rushed back to the area, the pain is quite sever. I did not tighten them enough to restrict blood flow. The only other items in this drawer are another scarf and a small anal plug. But I am not interested in anal with you just, yet. I need you to trust me a little more." 

"Actually, for your information, I love anal play. I love feeling something spreading my little rosebud wide while I am being impaled with a vibrator or a cock," I said, looking directly into his eyes, licking my lips.

"You may be ready for round two but I am not. Ariela will have dinner ready in a few hours and there is still shopping to do. Let us take a shower and go shopping." He said it with such enthusiasm in his voice I had to laugh.

"I hate shopping; it is a waste of good time that could be spent elsewhere. Like watching paint dry, or better yet riding." He gave me a puzzled look. "Not all women like to shop. I'd rather go on-line and shop than deal with all those people." I had him so confused.

"I really have a lot to learn about you. Come with me and you can go shopping." I followed him down the hall past the dining room through the sitting room to the office. He had a state-of-the-art computer system. The room was dark. Even the floor to ceiling bookcases housed books with deep leather covers. The wood paneling was a deep sensual color. His mahogany desk faced a window overlooking the fields and offered a post-card picture of the mountains.

Sitting down at the desk, I asked, "So I will need shorts, jeans, underclothes, and shirts. I don't have to worry about riding clothes for a while. Will I need anything formal before I get back to my house? Do you mind getting me my wallet?"

"No, but I have a few things that I need you to get; however, I will order them myself. Here is my credit card, have fun." He handed me a diamond-etched Master Card from some bank that I had never heard of before.

"You trust me not to buy a small country with this? I am totally on my own and you are not worried that I have access to a large sum of cash right now?" I could not believe him.

"I trust you more than I think you trust yourself. You are too practical to spend frivolously. I do however expect Jezzy to be clothed in better blankets than she has now. I have a quick link to my favorite tack store. I want you to buy saddle pads, polo wraps, an exercise blanket and a quality rain sheet. Please do not fear spending money on Jezzy or yourself." With that, he left.

Three hours later I hobbled into the dining room to give him back his card. It looked like all of the students, Anna and Miguel were going to be joining us for dinner. There were so many place settings set, all meticulously done with gold silverware and crystal glasses. "I hope you were able to find everything you needed, okay?"

"Yes, I spent a little over five hundred dollars on myself and I am sorry but a little over a grand on Jezzy. She has more needs than I have," I said, looking down at the floor embarrassed by the amount of his money I had just spent.

"That is all you spent? You were shopping for over three hours."

"Yes, I was price comparing. There is no reason to spend more than you have to on anything. Jezzy is the one I spent a little extravagantly. However, that was because of the website you directed me to shop at. Thank you, again, so very much."

"You are welcome. Did you overnight all of the stuff?"

"Goodness, no. That would have been ridiculous! All of the items I ordered will be delivered within five business days. I have enough things to last until then and so does Jezzy."

"You are too practical. And possibly the first person I have met that has been given access to more money than you could ever spend and you penny-pinch it. You are truly amazing. To let you in on a little secret, I let Samantha use my card and she had managed to spend over fifty thousand dollars in one hour."

"Do not get me wrong I have my eye on a saddle and bridle set that I really want, but I do not need. I could easily spend that much and then some, but I do not need nor desire to do that with your money."

"Then will you please stay here and be my live-in accountant. You have just showed me that you are beyond trustworthy and frugal. I want you to stay here with me for as long as you wish. I just hope it is a life-time." He had the most sincerity in his voice I think I have ever heard.

"Can we take things slow? Please, I am not ready to rush into anything with anyone. I am still trying to sort out my feelings for you. I am not capable of giving my heart as quickly as you are." I really wanted to stay, everything was telling me this was all going to be alright. If he was willing to give me the time and space, I needed to grow to love him.

"Hola, Ariela." Alex said, as Ariela led all of the dinner guests in. I was right, all of the students and all of the farm workers were present for dinner. Twenty-five people seated at the table. I was seated to the left of Alex and Jess was seated to the right. Ariela prepared dinner, but a catering company served it. Alex wanted everyone to be able to meet me.

Dinner went very well. Alex introduced me to everyone. I told them all too please have patience with me, that I was very bad at remembering names and my Spanish was even worse. Everyone had a good laugh at my expense. But I felt very much at ease with all of the new people in my life. 

I had a quick chat with Miguel about Jezzy and her normal routine and what type of feed she was accustomed to. He wanted to make sure the new star mare was happy in her new surroundings—the less changes for her, the better. I really liked the approach Miguel took with all of the horses. He approached his job with such passion and conviction; you could not help but admire his dedication.

I took the time to get to know the students and their riding background. I was surprised to learn that all of them had started riding when they were very young. All of them had competed to a high level, but had never reached the top. That is why they were here, to learn from one of the best. All of them had high expectations for themselves. Jess wanted to be short-listed for the Olympic Team if she could not make the Olympics. She was only in her late twenties with plenty of time and talent to get there. Considering the average age of an Olympic rider is forty, she had plenty of time.

I was amazed by Alex's compassion for all of these people. He knew their birthdays, anniversaries and was constantly asking people about their family members by name. I knew this man had a very large heart. I was just happy that he had common sense to go along with it. Someone could have taken advantage of him, if it was not for that cunning horse sense he had. 

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Alex Ch. 05



Chapter 05: Alex and Jezzy 

Once again I would like to thank TRCIII for all of his help and patience. In this chapter, Alex introduces Sarah to a swing. Once again, this crosses into BDSM, but their relationship is still developing. I have decided to stay in Romance. If you feel I have finally crossed the line, I will resubmit this chapter into BDSM. Thank you for taking the time to read my story. 

The next morning I awoke to the birds chirping and the sun shining brightly in my eyes. Alex was already up and gone by the time I awoke. I once again folded all of my clothes into my shorts, except this time I nudged them along with the end of my crutch towards the bathroom. I was going to take a shower by myself. The Doc said it was okay if the cast got wet, just make sure the water completely drained out. Thank goodness for advances in cast material construction.

The Shower was a glass-encased walk-in kind, so I did not need any help; there was even a step for me to sit on. Getting out of the shower, I felt ready to tackle the day. I made my way to the kitchen where Ariela greeted me with a warm smile. I greeted her and sat down at the breakfast table.

"What would the Señorita like for breakfast? Bacon and eggs, pancakes?" Ariela said, in a very caring tone. Her English was very proficient.

"How about a bowl of cereal and some rye toast, Ariela? Do you have any coffee made?" I knew that I would never be able to get myself something to eat like this at home.

"Very, well. Coffee is always fresh around here. Senõr Alex drinks coffee by the gallon." A genuine smile lit up her face. "If you don't mind me saying, you have made Senõr Alex happier than I have seen him in years. Please do not hurt him. He will give you the world if you let him." 

"Senõr Alex and I are trying to build a relationship. I just don't know how much I trust him. One minute I could picture myself spending the rest of my life with him and the next, I am scared to death of him. I need time and space. And he has a problem giving me that." Why was I talking to Ariela about our relationship? I did not know her, but I felt very at ease with her.

"Senõr Alex wants to make you happy. I know he has a different lifestyle, but he is a very caring and trustworthy man. Give him the benefit of the doubt. You will be happy that you did. I see how his eyes light up with devotion, when he sees you. He really does need someone like you, not that witch he brought here a year or so ago." 'That witch' must have been Samantha. Well at least Ariela and I agreed about her.

"Señora, I appreciate your insight, but time needs to build this relationship, not your kind words." She placed my breakfast in front of me and sat down.

"You must understand that Senõr Alex needs a woman in his life. One that will not take him for everything he has worked so hard to build. He needs someone that will give him her heart unquestioningly. I sincerely hope that will be you. You seem to very kind; you are one of the few that have come into this house and have treated us all as people and not just hired help. You are a very kind Señorita and one that would be great for Senõr." Ariela got back up and continued to tend to the stove. I sat and really thought about her words. I don't know if Alex set her up to have this chat with me this morning or not. I did get a sense that she was speaking from her heart. Ariela was quickly becoming a friend.

As I was finishing my breakfast, Alex came in. He looked a little out of sorts. "That evil mare of yours is living up to her name 'Jezebel.'"

"What is the matter with Jezzy? What did you do to her? Is she alright?" I was already on my crutches and headed to the golf cart by the time Alex caught up to me.

"She is fine, but don't be surprised if you have a gift eleven months from now. She somehow got out of the paddock and was enjoying the company of Rubi." Alex pointed to Jezzy in the paddock with Rubi. I just laughed. "I see why you two get along so well. She is just as focused and determined as you are. And I want that foal when it is born."

"Now wait a second, she is my mare and the foal is mine. She was the determined one that jumped two five-foot-high fences to get what she wanted. Her perseverance is my gain. Besides with her attitude and talent mixed with Rubi's strength and grace I'll bet you it will be an amazing baby."

"I bet you it will be too; that is why I want it," Alex stammered.

"You know, everything is an argument with you. Why? Are you so used to getting your own way that you expect me to give in, too?"

"Yes, it's true I usually get what I want. What do you want to do about Jezzy and Rubi?"

"Goodness! The great Alex is giving me a choice? Is hell freezing over as we speak? Is Armageddon coming?" I was very sarcastic, but he deserved it.

"Listen smart-ass, I asked you a question and I expect an answer."

"That is better, a command. I was getting nervous for a second that Alex the Great was falling. Let them be; the damage is done. I would, however, put a call in to the Vet so he can make sure everything is okay for Jezzy to carry a foal to term. I had never thought of breeding her."

"I was going to ride that slut today. I will however call the Vet, to at least get a go-ahead with riding her today."

"I want to thank you for offering Rubi's services. I have a feeling he made Jezzy very happy. Just out of curiosity is he a control freak, too?"

He slapped my ass. It was not hard, but still. "What was that for?"

"Being disrespectful, and if you keep it up I will smack your ass a little harder next time."

"The hell you will. You hit my ass again I will be gone, no matter what you or Ariela says."

"What did Ariela say to you this morning?" I did it; I caught him off guard and showed him I have as much, if not more, power than he does.

"Ariela is just very concerned for you. She and I had an interesting conversation. We agreed about Samantha being a witch. She feels I am the right person for you. But I'm not convinced. One minute I want to love you the next minute I am trying to stop myself from running home. Why can't I figure you out?"

"You can't figure me out? You should be in my shoes. You are so passionate in bed, but yet, so reserved with your clothes on. One minute I think I am your world then the next I just feel like a plaything. I want to give you everything, but I feel like you want to give me nothing in return. Where is that fair?" I almost felt like he was going to cry. I cringed at the thought of hurting him like this. I was not going to be his slave, but at the same time I didn't want to leave him either.

"Alex, honey, I really think I am beginning to fall in love with you." He looked into my eyes and placed his hands on my back. "But, I am not sure where I fit in. I cannot grovel at your feet. I am not capable of changing myself, and I will not do it for you. You either have to accept me as I am, or I have to leave." He was pulling me in close to his chest. I loved the smell of him and didn't want him to let go of me.

"I don't want you to leave, ever. I just want you to look at me as your lead stallion. The herd leader that keeps you safe, happy and very satisfied. I don't want you to grovel in my presence; I just want you to desire to please me. I am not better than you are and I will never think of you as anything less than my equal; maybe in some ways you are superior. I just want you to trust me and love me. Can you do that?"

I didn't know what to say. For the first time in a very long time, I was speechless. 'Come on, Sarah, you can think of something quick-tongued to say,' but nothing was coming to mind. I wanted him to be happy, but above all, I needed to be happy. I let him pull me tighter to his chest. I was almost in tears. But why? Was it happiness or had he managed to break my will and I subconsciously realized this?

"I'll go call the vet and make sure it is okay to ride Jezzy. Then we will take her into the indoor arena where she will still be able to see Rubi. Okay?" I swore I heard a waver in his voice. Was he as emotional shaky as I was, at that moment?  

"Okay." I could feel the tears starting to form in my eyes, but there was no way I was going to let him see me cry. Not after that speech.

Alex had Miguel go and get Jezzy. He knew she was going to be very resistant to coming in. Miguel had a way with all of the horses, and Jezzy was no exception. She let Miguel bring her in without any problems. "Senõr, you might want to turn her out with Rubi more often. I think they enjoyed each other's company. Rubi did not want her to leave. To the point I was afraid for my safety."

"Sí, Miguel, I will think about it. Gracias." Miguel had Jezzy groomed and tacked by the time Alex changed into his riding clothes. I had never noticed how the tight fabric of the breeches drew your eyes to his crotch until now. I think he caught me staring because he gave me a very broad smile as soon as my eyes met his. 

"Alright, let's see how feisty she is." He took the reins from Miguel and led her into the arena. Jezzy was very curious but minded her manners. Alex mounted her and they took a few laps around at a very slow and easy walk. You could see Jezzy trying to figure him out. Did he know what he was doing or could she get away with placing his ass on the ground?

I watched her arch her back; I knew what she was doing but far be it from me to say anything to Alex. I watched her spin and buck. Before I knew it, Alex was on the ground and cursing poor Jezzy. I tried to hide my laughter, but to no avail. I was proud of her; she had more guts than I did.

"You think that was funny?" Alex said, standing up and brushing himself off. Jezzy was at the far door, calling to Rubi.

"I think she was mad at you for taking her away from her new beau. Just get back on and don't give her a loose rein; she will be fine and so will your pride." I was near hysterics but I had to control myself.

The next attempt went much better. This time when Jezzy arched her back Alex was ready and spurred her into a very forward trot. I swear she looked at me and said, "I will accept him, but if he gives me a chance then dirt it is." I was never more proud of my little superstar. The rest of the ride went okay. It was going to take time for both of them to trust one another. I think Jezzy longer than Alex. I knew if the opportunity presented itself she would buck him off again, and I was fine with that.

I patted Jezzy and fed her a few pieces of carrots while she was groomed. Jezzy was again returned to her paddock with the other mares. It only took a few moments for her to squeal and once again jump her fence and Rubi's gate.

"Miguel, from now on just turn her out with Rubi; I don't want to see her hurt herself. Do you think we could turn her into an International Jumper, too?" I was laughing; I never knew she could jump so high.

"Señorita, she is too small to be an International Jumper. But I bet she would be great as a lower level Hunter, as long as Rubi was on the other side of each fence." He was laughing, too. No, she was not going to be jumping anything for a long while.

Alex was seated at the table when I returned from the barn. "You find her antics funny?"

"I find her determination, admirable. Let me go wash-up." I went to the kitchen sink and washed my hands.

"I think she is a talented athlete that has a lot of heart. I think she will be a good mother. I just am not sure how she will react to Rubi breeding other mares, in a few months."

"Maybe by then she will have tired of him." I said it without thinking.

"So, you are staying." He got me and I knew it. Shit, I have to learn to think before I speak.

"Maybe you will have tired of me by then, too." I really hoped not.

"I don't think I will have even begun to have you figured out in a few months."

"Well, if I am going to be staying—and yes, I do want to stay—let me have a look at the books. Maybe my mind can work some magic on the numbers for this place." At least I would be working and not just freeloading.

"Ariela, you heard that? I want to celebrate tonight. Retrieve a few bottles of the good wine from the cellar. Call Up-Town Caterers and have them prepare a steak and lobster dinner for everyone." I was so happy to hear the enthusiasm in his voice, and to think I was the cause for it.

"Senõr, two nights off in a row for everyone. I think they will come to expect this treatment more often. You are so kind to all of us. Señorita, I am so happy to hear you want to stay. I hope I did my part."

"Ariela, you are an amiga. I hope I can trust your decorum?" I said, giving her a wink.

"Sí, Señorita, I will not tell a soul." She kissed my hand and left in a rush.

I hobbled over to Alex and stood in front of him. I looked deeply into his green-eyes. I wanted us to be happy together. I laced my fingers together behind his head. I pulled his face towards my breasts. He lifted my shirt up and unhooked my bra. Freeing my breasts from their confines, he placed his head in-between them.

"I love your breasts, so warm and soft. Not to mention so very sensitive." With that, he sucked my tit into his mouth. "Do you want to go to the living room? No one will bother us."

He led the way and I slowly hobbled behind him. This was a room encased in pine-stained solid double doors. The furniture was from Victorian Era, and meticulously maintained. The walls were adorned with period pictures. Again, the walls were painted off-white. I was curious if he would let me add some color to this house.

"I want to try something a little different. Because of your ankle, we are very limited on what we can do, so I have devised a plan. I just need you to trust me. If you feel like things are getting out of hand, please remember the word Jezzy, okay?"

"Before we do anything, I need to set a few things straight. First, you think I am fun and experimental with my clothes off, but reserved and almost cold with my clothes on. There might be a reason. I do sincerely trust you not to hurt or harm me, when it comes to pressing me beyond my normal boundaries. I also find sex with you fun and interesting. I want you to please me and I want to please you, but that is the product of a normal healthy relationship. Right?" I was controlled in my tone and demeanor. I really needed to figure out how he expected me to act.

"Right, I would never do anything to harm you with or without your clothes on. And it is not that I find you cold. I think stand-offish is a better word. You seem to let yourself completely fall under my control. No not control, bad choice of words…" I could see him searching for a better word. "…my leadership in the bedroom. But with your clothes on you argue with me every chance you get. If I asked you to go right you would go…"

"…left. I know. I have always had a problem with authority, even as a child. With my clothes on, I feel like you are trying to make me become something I am not willing to be. I feel like you want me to accept everything you say and do to me as okay. Well, I have a serious problem not being in control of my own destiny. I really don't understand what you want from me with my clothes on or off. If it is complete submission, I am sorry it will never happen." Was this the end? I was not sure, he was offering me everything I could ever want, but at what cost? "If you want me to leave, I will."

"No! I don't want you to leave. I have fallen in love with who you are, not what I think I can make you become. Why is this so damned hard? I can't explain what I need to say." I could see the pain on his face, and then something changed. His eyes became hard and almost unfeeling. "Stop arguing with me every chance you get. You are not leaving and I don't want you to leave. I want you take your clothes off and let me blind-fold you, now!"

"I don't think so sir. I am not your personal playtoy. Furthermore if you do not change your tone, I am going home." What the heck, this man was becoming very weird, one minute he was caring and then yet again he changed to control freak extraordinaire. All of a sudden, he started laughing.

"I gotcha good. You really thought I meant that." He sat next to me on the sofa. "No, I really do want to blindfold you, but only if you agree." The tone was back to the caring Alex that I knew.

"Ha ha ha, I almost left. You know that? I did not find that at all funny. Blindfold me…I am still not sure. Promise not to hurt me?"

"I promise." He held up his three fingers. "Come over here, please." Behind a screen was the strangest looking contraption I had ever seen. "This is a swing; it is designed to support a lot of weight. It is safe, I promise. This is the best way I can think of to play with you, without hurting your leg. Please will you entertain my fantasy?"

"This does not look safe enough to hold a toothpick let alone me. How the heck am I suppose to get into this contraption? You promise it can hold me?" The device was strange; it looked like a bunch of wide leather straps with a satin type of seat. The spot where my right leg would go was a steel plate covered by velour and Velcro straps.

"As you can see I had a special leg piece made. It is designed to offer full support to your leg without any pressure being applied. I hope it is as comfortable as my artisan made it sound. Please, if you have any discomfort, let me know immediately. I do not want to cause you any additional pain. I have been guaranteed this will hold up to half-a-ton, so holding you and I together is not a problem. The bolts are attached to a beam in the ceiling; it was attached by a professional, also. When you have healed, this leg piece can be replaced with a normal ankle cuff. Will you please entertain me, and let me help you up into the seat?"

"Alright, but how is this suppose to help? And don't we need to be naked to have sex?" I was a little worried for my personal safety, not because of Alex, but because of the swing.

Alex came over to me; slowly he drew my shirt over my head, but did not pull it off all the way. Reaching around my back, he undid the snaps of my bra, letting it fall to the floor. Slowly he ran his hands down my back to the cheeks of my ass. He gently squeezed and then unbuttoned my shorts. I stepped out of them and my panties. Alex then stepped away from me. "Don't take your shirt off, yet."

When he returned to me, he took my shirt off. He was standing in front of me naked and with a blindfold. I tried to reject the blindfold, but quickly gave in. Maybe it would be fun, I could always beg for it to be taken off later. Gently he lifted me up into the seat of the swing. The material of the seat was a little slippery.

Alex walked away for a few minutes. I could not see where he went; I just knew I was alone. I heard him return.

"Trust me?" I just shook my head 'yes'. I felt the soft thick cuffs affixed to my wrists. Slowly he raised my arms up, drawing my wrists together, above my head, and attached to something. He placed my broken leg in the special harness and fastened the Velcro around my cast. I did not feel any pain, just a yearning to know what he was going to do to me. I felt the wide soft cuff attached to my good leg, and then drawn out to the side. I was spread-eagle, and could not move. I was a little scared, but knew I could trust Alex not to hurt me.

I was trying to get used to my position when I heard him say, "Are you ready? I really think you are going to enjoy this. Just remember if anything gets to be too much just say 'Jezzy.'" I nodded in agreement. "When I say something I expect an answer." I felt a slight sting on my upper thigh close to my crotch.




Alex Ch. 05



"What the fuck?!!! You hit me again I will be leaving." Just as I spewed out my words, I felt another sting. "I want out of here NOW!" Then another sting, this one grazed my crotch. "Did you not hear me? GET ME OUT OF HERE!" Then another slap, this one landing gently on my clit, sent a shock wave through my body. Before I could say anything else, three more landed gently on my crotch. My anger was quickly turning to pleasure.

"That is better. How dare you spew such nasty words at me." With that, both of my tits were gently tapped, with what felt like suede. I could feel the blood surging in my body. How could something so barbaric be so erotic? I felt like a thousand little fingers were hitting my body. I was feeling the wetness starting to develop on my lips.

A loud thump resonated in the room. Then I felt the riding crop trail gently across my face. "Relax," he must have seen the fear in my face. Slowly he traced each breast. I then felt him gently volley the snapper across my left tit then the right one. I was really getting wet and wanted more. This really was so erotic. I wanted him to tease my body.

With the handle of the crop, he spread my lips apart. "My, my, my, you are enjoying this." He placed the handle up to my mouth. "Tell me what you taste like…"

Opening my mouth, I licked the end. "So sweet and tasty." Then he tenderly traced my inner lips with the snapper. Faintly, I felt the snapper bang up against my clit, then three more raps down to my anus. Back to my nipples, with each swat I felt my tits becoming harder. He abruptly stopped. I felt the cold metal of the nipple clamps, on my tits. "Oh yes." I gasped. The pressure was creating an exquisite pinch to my sensitive nipples. Just as I was enjoying the feeling radiating from my nipples, I felt his tongue on my clit.

I gyrated my hips, trying to encourage his tongue to speed up. My body was ablaze. He pulled away. I felt a cold metal chain slither down my belly to my mound. I felt the cold metal gingerly rubbing across my clit. Then I felt a small twinge as he fastened the cold metal to my clit. It felt very similar to the clamps on my tits. The feeling was amazing. Alex did not use a lot of pressure, just enough to increase my arousal. 

"My sweet little filly, I am so hard. Your body is responding so nicely. I want you to feel what you have done to me." He traced his cock up my thigh; I could feel the warm pre-cum trailing in its wake.

"I want you in me, please. I want to feel your hardness thrusting into me. Please. I want you so bad." 

"Not yet." With that, he tugged on the chain that tethered my tits and clit together. 

"Oh. My God!" I screeched, as an orgasm tore through my body. As I was coming down from the amazing high, I felt him tug on the chain again. Mt body violently shuddered as another intense orgasm rocked my body. "Enough…please." I was pleading. He tugged again. Was he trying to kill me? "Jezzy… please Jezzy." And with that he stopped. 

Alex undid the clip on my clit but left my tits tethered. "I'll let you cool down. Then we can start again." A very controlled Alex stated. 'Start again?' Could I really take much more? As the blood returned to my clit, I felt pain, intense. I sat there panting, my arms still hanging above my head. My breathing slowly started to return to normal.

"I want more. I really need to feel you deep inside of me." I felt the little stings again on my upper thigh. 

"How bad do you want me?" With that, he slapped a little harder on my thigh. The next rap was a lot higher and not as hard.

"I want you so bad; my body is aching for you. Please."

"Okay, you have been a good sport, and an amazingly erotic creature." He ran his hand over my face. He leaned down to me and placed his mouth on mine. I wanted to grab him and suck him into me. All I could do was let my tongue try to bring him in, harder and closer. I felt him position his cock at the entrance of my very wet, very aroused pussy.

I needed him so badly; I nearly came with just the gentle rubbing. In slow teasing thrusts, he started so shallow and slow. Then slowly—and I mean very slowly—he started going deeper and deeper. I could feel every part of him. "Deeper…please…deeper…I need to feel…you deeper…Yes, oh…yes." I was nearly screaming at this point. He was teasing my body so badly. Just when I thought I could not take anymore his thumb started rubbing my clit.

I wanted to wrap my legs around him. I wanted to push him into me even farther. I screamed in pleasure. Alex let out an incomprehensible moan that propelled my body even farther into euphoria. As his moans became more audible, my body responded. I felt him pull on my shoulders pushing him even farther into me. I felt his cock jerk as he released violently into me. "Oh…My sweet filly, you feel…amazing." Our bodies shuddered and shook as euphoria dominated us. Just when I thought we were spent, he pulled the chain that tethered my tits. One final intense release tore through my body. 

I was beyond satisfied, I felt sedated. I could not move any muscle in my body. I felt like jelly. All I could do was moan. Alex pulled the mask off my eyes. I looked at him; he had a broad smile on his face. No words had to be spoken. He knew and I knew I was never going to leave him. Tenderly he kissed my lips as he released my arms. I wrapped my arms around him drawing him even closer to me. 

"You are my sweet stallion," I tenderly said.

Alex's face beamed with happiness. "Why don't we go take a shower and get ready for dinner?" He finished untying my legs and helped me to my feet. My body still felt like jelly and it was hard for me to stand, let alone try to walk. Alex helped me over to the couch. We sat there for a long time. I was leaning up against him. The smell of sex filled the room. We both regained our composure and got dressed. Alex took all of the items he had out and replaced them back into the 'treasure chest' that appeared to belong in this room. A hanging potted plant replaced the swing.

We walked slowly towards the master bedroom, in silence. My brain was in hyper drive. I had submitted in the heat of passion, and I was now regretting what I had done. Maybe I was the chameleon and not Alex. I was a different person with my clothes on. I needed to think and let the entire past five days sink in. Jill has always told me I think too much. If I would just relax and let things happen I would be better off. Maybe she was right.

When we returned to our room, I just crashed on the bed. I really did not care about taking a shower now. My brain and gut were engaged in a relentless battle. What was the harm in letting Alex take control? In the bedroom, I was okay with that. However, was there a line to draw? 

Climbing on the bed Alex said, "We need to talk. I think you are wrestling with your conscience, again. You submitted to me, and now I think you are scared as to what direction we are heading." I just shook my head in agreement. "I am willing to take an unconventional twist from my usual relationships. I don't want you to be submissive in our normal day-to-day lives. I just want you to be submissive when we explore ourselves intimately. Is that fair?"

"I am not sure. What if I want to do something different or out of the ordinary to you? Do I then have to ask your permission? What about calling you 'stallion'? I am still not sure if I can bring myself to say that. And how much harder are you going to push my comfort zone? 'Cuz what happened was way beyond what I was comfortable with. Do not get me wrong I enjoyed everything about it, but it was very uncomfortable at first. I have so many more questions, but I do not know where to start."

"Sarah, I love you. I know we have only been together for a few days, but you have let me do things to you that other people will not. I love your mind and your spirit. You truly are an equal to me. There is just so much pleasure that I can offer you, if you will let me.

"I know I pushed you beyond your comfort zone today, but I needed to. I wanted to know how much you trusted me. There is a reason why I gave you 'Jezzy' as a safe word. Remember the 'safe, sane and consensual' speech I gave you the other day?"  

"Yes, I remember it well. I truly did believe you. Don't get me wrong I enjoyed everything about earlier. It is just that I don't want to become your whipping post, or your personal plaything." I could see the genuine care and admiration in his face.

"Okay, we can do this a few different ways. The first is drawing up a written contract, stating what we expect from one another. Or we can continue to test the limits of what you will or won't do by trial and error. Or we can…"

"How about you let me do some research and decide what I feel comfortable with. I know I will set up boundaries and you will push or maybe even shatter them. Therefore, writing down the boundaries to me is illogical. I will not give-up any control in our daily lives, especially if I am in control of the finances. That would be a very bad decision. I am willing to let you continue to push my personal boundaries to a point. I will NOT become a whipping post. If you think taking a whip to my ass, hard, is in the cards it is NOT. Furthermore, if I don't call you 'stallion' I will NOT be punished for it. Fair?"

"For now, I will respect your wishes; but I think as time goes by, things will change. On the subject of punishment, I will never hurt you. I will, however, make you respect me. When your leg is better, we will get more into it. Right now, you are limited as to what you can do. When you have healed, we will discuss what I expect in greater depth. Right now, what you need to know is that you are to answer me when I ask you a question, not by shaking your head. When I ask you to do something I do not want an argument about it, not even a question."

"Time out. Are you saying in our clothed world or our naked world? Because I will tell you right now, in the world of clothes I will continue to question you, especially if I think you are wrong. Just to clarify something here, if I really do not feel comfortable with something all I have to do is say 'Jezzy' and you will stop and we can talk about it?" I was still confused. I am not dumb, just maybe a little dense.

"Remember how I was talking about 'scenes' where we engage in 'vanilla' sex? In those, you will be my sub, but other than that, we will continue to have a normal relationship. And I say normal in your terms, not mine."

"Alright, I can live with that. I think it is fair and logical. I still would like to read a book or two and do some internet research. I just want to see what I am getting myself into. Although I have a feeling what I read and what we do may be very different."

I got off the bed and headed to the bathroom to prepare myself for dinner. Alex helped me into the tub and left. I was at ease with our relationship. The thought of relinquishing control only in the bedroom—some of the time—would be all right. I was not losing myself; in fact, I was going to explore a side of myself that I never knew I had. Self-discovery and breaking our own personal barriers is how people grow, monotony creates boredom, which leads to dissatisfaction.



Alex Ch. 06



This is the 6th Chapter in a long series. A relationship of control and power is developing. Please enjoy and take the time to vote and comment. I would like to once again thank TRCIII for his help editing. 

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"I placed some clothing on the bed for you to wear tonight," Alex shouted, from the bedroom.

"Hey, would you mind bringing me my robe, please? I forgot to grab it earlier," I said, loudly. "Can you help me over to the shower so I can wash my hair?"

"You don't have to scream, I am right here," he replied, as he peeked around the curtain. "I thought you would never ask." Although the bathtub—actually it was closer in size to a small Jacuzzi—was right next to the walk-in shower, I still needed help.

"Have you ever been shaved?" He was holding the razor up and had a devilish grin on his face.

"I shave all the time. I would have hairy ape legs if I didn't." I was confused.

"Will you let me?"

"I guess it will be okay, but I already shaved today." I had the most perplexed look on my face.

Alex reached for the can of shaving cream. The shower hand wand was set to gentle pulsate. He soaked my pussy. "Now, I am going to tidy this area up. I see you already trim, but I don't like any hair on your labia. And you have too much around your clit."

By the time he was done, I had this one little strip of black hair left on my mound and everything else was as smooth as glass. "If you don't mind, I would like for it to be kept this way." 

"I guess it is okay, if it makes it easier for you to eat me, then all the better; besides it is only hair." I was hoping he would try out his new shave job, but he did not. All he did was hand me the shampoo and conditioner.

"Dinner is going to be served in an hour and we both need to hurry up. Normally I would have fun playing with your body, but we do not have the time. I will make it up to you after the festivities tonight, I promise." He kissed my forehead and quickly washed himself.

To say I was disappointed would have been an understatement. I wanted to lick his cock. I wanted to feel his powerful hands all over me. As I sat on the step, daydreaming of what my body wanted from him, a stream of water shot at my tits. Post-haste, I was back to reality. 

"What is going through your mind? Are you having second thoughts about staying here?" I could hear the concern and compassion in his voice.

"No, actually, at the present moment in time I have no intentions of leaving. I am just wishing we had a little more time before dinner. I am a little confused. Why are you having a formal dinner?" 

"To celebrate the hiring of my new live-in accountant. By the way, you start tomorrow. I don't know what you want to do about your old job. I don't think you will have enough time to do both, but maybe." Such enthusiasm; an eighteen-year-old boy losing his virginity could not be happier. 

"Speaking of working two jobs, my old one paid me around fifty-thousand a year. I assume I will be receiving a paycheck?" I really needed to make my own money. I have never relied on someone else to pay my bills and I was not about to start now.  

"You know I paid the last gentleman around eighty thousand a year plus full benefits, but he did not live here. I will offer you seventy a year, plus benefits, plus you must share my bed with me. Fair?"

"I must share your bed with you! That sounds an awful lot like an order, and do you really want to go there again?" A smile and laughter was in my voice. I was not mad or even upset; I knew he was half-joking.

"Okay, one hundred thousand and you are a full-time submissive?" He was laughing, also.

"Geez, that sounds an awful lot like prostitution…I don't think so. Eighty and I get to choose how much time I spend in your bed, plus full benefits. Plus, I keep my other job. I only submit when we are naked."

"Well, we are naked right now. So, I think you have to submit."

"Come here, please." He did walk over to me. I reached my arms around his ass. I sucked his cock into my mouth. The harder I sucked the harder he got. I tasted the leftover Irish Spring as I licked his balls. My hands were kneading his length, gently. "Now, I see you came to me willingly…" I went back to licking his cock up and down. Occasionally I sucked it deep into my waiting mouth. "Now, about my salary…" I sucked him back in. I felt the first few pulses and stopped. "I think I am entitled to a salary without any sexual…" I sucked him back in.

He latched his hands around my hair, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I loved the taste of him. Slowly he pulled my hair back as he nearly came all the way out. He pushed my head back down on himself. I mustered all the sucking force I could. I pushed his hips back, releasing him from my mouth. 

"Now I want a salary without any sexual requirements. I am not a whore." I sucked him deeply back in. I heard him moan as he shot his load deep into my mouth. I continued to suck, even after he released my hair. I released my suction as he started to soften.

"Not a whore? I'll tell you what. I will amuse you. I will give you the eighty thousand plus benefits, but you must quit your other job. I promise you will not have time. And if you ever try to blackmail me sexually again, you will be punished." That was very matter-of-fact. A little too serious for my personal liking, but I was going to let it go. Although I was beginning to wonder who truly had more power.

I really enjoyed what he did to me physically, but this mental power play was becoming very fun. We both were too old to be engaged in silly high school mind games, but this seemed to be on an adult level. I was going to see how far I could push him. I have a feeling I would like the punishment. Maybe a little bit of pain, but the end result might make it worth it.

"Deal, give me a few weeks to tie up any loose ends I have with my old boss. And then I will become your permanent live-in accountant, not your puppet on a string. Deal?" I held out my hand, waiting for a handshake.

"Deal." Then he leaned down and pulled my lips tight to his. It was a leave-you-breathless type of kiss. His tongue probed deeply into my mouth. I did not want to let go, but he pulled back. "I don't believe in handshakes. We will seal the deal tonight, but right now we need to get ready."

Standing at the vanity wearing a kimono robe, I looked into the mirror. In my own eyes, I saw that I had sold out on my own morals and principles. Was I really in love with him, or the chase that gave me such a thrill? It was a hard question to try to answer, after such a short time. I was hoping it really was love, but I had to let time tell me the real answer. It was not something I was not going to decide on in only a few short days or even weeks.

Alex came back in, carrying a white thigh-high stocking, a white garter-belt and a white lacy push-up bra. I looked at him with a quizzical look. "What the heck is that?" I demanded pointing at the bra, he was holding up by the strap. The last thing I wanted was to draw more attention to my breasts.

"This is one of my surprises for tonight. I want you to put all of this on and come back into the bedroom, please." I did not question him. What was the point? I usually caved anyways. I put on the bra; it felt weird, like my breasts were hitting my chin. I fastened the garter, but I had to sit down to put the stocking on, so I waited until I was back in the bedroom. Placing the kimono back on, I hobbled to the bedroom.

Alex was dressed in a black tuxedo with an emerald-green vest. "Mmm, you look good enough to eat." Something about a tuxedo made me excited. He did not say anything, just pointed to my emerald dress on the bed. This was not the same dress; it was shorter and had no slit up the side. 

He took the stocking from my hand. Delicately he rolled it up. He pointed to the bed and I quickly sat down. Placing his hands on my left upper-thigh, he tenderly pulled my leg out straight, running his hand down to my toes. His touch was so soft; delicate shivers went down my spine. Softly, he placed the stocking on my toes, taking great pains to ensure it was straight. With a cat-like grace, he unrolled the stocking up my leg. Alex ensured that the emerald green seam on the back was straight. Helping me to my feet, he fastened the stocking in place. 

He leaned down and sucked my tit into his mouth. I nearly fell back onto the bed. I was so aroused that any touching almost made me scream with desire. I wanted him to touch me more, but all he did was pull away from me.

"We need to hurry, our guests already have arrived." I begrudgingly slipped into my dress. The satin material hung loosely around my thighs. The hemline was just above my knee, but still far shorter than I was accustomed to wearing. The straps were wide at the shoulder and then tapered down to the bodice. I felt sexy and ready for anything. 

"I have a little bit of a problem. I cannot wear heels, and I have no other shoes." 

"Not a problem, I did think about that." He handed me a matching green flat. "Now, go do your hair and make-up." I hobbled back to the vanity and looked at myself. I needed jewelry, but I did not have any in close reach. I decided to leave my hair down, let the natural curls conceal my bare earlobes and take attention off my bare neck. 

"You look too beautiful to hide behind your hair." He stepped behind me and pulled my hair back loosely. He placed a gold barrette at the nape of my neck. From his pocket, he produced an emerald and diamond choker. It was exquisite. He handed me a matching pair of dangling earrings.

"These are absolutely breathtaking; thank you so much." I turned around and kissed him gently on the lips, rubbing my perky nipples against his chest. The feeling was bordering on euphoric. "I think I am ready, if you are."

We walked to the dining room slowly, side by side. We could hear the laughter and conversations, long before we got there. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. As we walked into the door, everyone went quiet. Each person stood-up, as if at attention, when Alex sat, so did everyone else. Then the conversation started again.

Everyone was dressed in formal eveningwear. I was taken aback by why there would be such hoopla over my presence. I had only accepted to stay, not get married. I knew there was going to many more arguments yet to come, tomorrow. Tonight I was going to enjoy myself. I looked around and there were a few new faces. I knew Alex would introduce me, in time.

The waiters came around and poured Champaign. Alex stood up and said, "Please everyone keep your seats. Tonight we are here to celebrate. Sarah…" He pointed to me. "…has graciously accepted my proposal to stay. Not only will she be living here, she has also accepted to run the books for the farm." Everyone cheered.

I was confused even more. Why was it such a big deal? "Furthermore, I would like to thank Uncle Boris and Aunt Kiska for coming and my older brother Ivan and his wife Vania…" He pointed to an older very heavyset man and a robust woman seated next to him that must have been his Aunt and Uncle. His brother looked almost identical to Alex; his wife was also a robust woman who looked like she had had a hard life. "…for also making the long trip from Russia. I appreciate the sacrifices you all have made for me. Without all of your help and kindness, I would not be where I am today. I offer the most sincere heartfelt thank you. To all of my guests I want to thank you for taking time out of your busy lives to help me celebrate this milestone in my life. Cheers." The normal rigmarole of everyone clanging glass proceeded. 

I was so awestruck that I did not realize Ariela was congratulating me. "Ariela, you and I need to talk," I said in her ear. If anyone around here knew what was going on, she would. She just smiled at me and shook her head 'yes'.

The waiters brought out a delectable shrimp cocktail and more wine. Alex leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, "Tomorrow, you are going to be introduced more formally to Ivan and Uncle Boris. However, tonight I want you to drink and enjoy yourself. Just to let you know, no bondage when we drink a lot; it can become very dangerous." A devious laugh came out of his mouth. "I love you, Sarah, and I hope you stay here for a long, happy lifetime." He kissed me passionately. I did not return his passion.

Dinner proceeded with little problems; all of the food was splendid. I was sitting back watching everything. I noticed Juan, the head groundskeeper, was spending a lot of time talking to both Boris and Ivan. I thought that was a little different, although Juan was seated in-between the two men. Their faces showed moments of laughter, but a lot of serious in-depth conversation. 

Leaning over to Alex, "What is up with Boris, Juan and Ivan? I would think they would not talk to one another…"

"Oh, Uncle Boris sent both of Juan's daughters to college. I think it was Harvard or Yale, one of them. There was no way Juan could afford to send them. I, at the time, was still struggling to make this place a success. So, stepped in Uncle Boris and ever since then Juan has become like family. I told you everyone here is happy and I go to great lengths to ensure that." Alex gave me the answer I really wanted to hear. My brain was thinking buried bodies on the vast acreage. I was relieved to hear such a benign answer. 

The waiters cleared the last of the dessert plates from the table. Alex stood up again and said, "I want to thank everyone for coming. Out on the back deck a string ensemble has been set up. Please feel free to drink and dance the night away." Almost everyone made their way to the back patio. Alex held me back; Boris and Ivan stayed, as well. Their wives went on ahead.

"Nice to meet you, Sarah. Alex has said you are quite a firecracker. I do love a lady with spunk. Alex also explained…" Boris sat in the chair next to me and continued talking. "…that you are very astute with numbers. I look forward to discussing a few matters with you tomorrow. I hope Alex has made you happy, and if ever he becomes, oh how do you say…'Pigheaded' just let me know and I will whip him back into shape, so to speak." 

"Well, I am pleased to meet you…"

"Uncle Boris, please; we are family."

"Well, Uncle Boris, I think Alex may have exaggerated my accounting skills. We have only been together a very short time and we are still trying to figure one another out. I don't know how I can be of assistance to you…"

"Oh, my sweet child, tomorrow we discuss business. Tonight we drink." With that, Boris and Ivan went to the back patio.

"Alex, FREEZE." He was making his way to the door. "We need to talk… NOW." He turned around with anger in his eyes.

"How dare you!"

"How dare I? No, how dare you! I don't know what you think I am going to do, but I will tell you, I pride myself on my ethics. I will not engage in anything that borders on the illegal or even morally questionable." I was furious.

"I don't know what your wild imagination has come up with. Nevertheless, I can promise it is legal and ethical. Uncle Boris and Ivan run an import/export business. They just need you to look over a few things. They have a feeling someone is embezzling money, and I trust you…"

"Let me guess you trust me, so therefore they will trust me, right? So help you, if it turns out to be different…" With that, I got up and left. I had steam coming out of my ears. The timing of everything was making me seriously wonder. It had to have been at least a twelve-hour flight from Moscow, and I only agreed to stay this morning. I kept running the timeframe over and over as I made my way to the patio.

Ariela greeted me and directed me towards the far side of the patio. I sat down and listened to what she had to say. "Sarah, I think you have an overactive imagination. I have been here too many years to count. I have never seen anything even remotely questionable, except Alex's sexual behavior." No Senõr Alex, just Alex; maybe it was a slip-up on her part. "Senõr Alex is squeaky clean. I think you have read too many suspense novels. Maybe you should read romance?" With that, she got up laughing. 

Someone handed me a very stiff White Russian and I just had to laugh at the irony. Ariela was right; I did read too many suspense novels. I stayed in my chair watching everyone dance and have fun. In a few short days, my world had taken a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn. 

Vania, Ivan's wife, came over and sat next to me. Up close, her pale face was full of lines and creases. I wanted to know what had caused such a once beautiful woman to have so many scars. "Mind if I join you?" She spoke very broken English.

"No, please by all means. I am getting bored watching everyone else having fun." Which I was. It was at this moment I really hated being injured.

"Please, tell me Alex and his interesting hobbies did not do that to you?" She was very sincere in her tone. What was up with everyone being concerned that Alex did this in the heat of passion?

"Goodness, no." I explained to her how I did it. We made small talk, for a long while, but still said much of nothing. Vania saw someone else she wanted to talk to and left me alone, again.

Next, to come by and say 'hi' was Boris' wife, Kiska, a very large woman who had an almost angelic face. Her eyes were a brilliant ocean blue. The sight of this woman up close took me. She was breathtaking, except for the extra hundred-or-so pounds. Five minutes with her and I felt like she was my own Aunt. She was telling me a few stories of the hardships she and her family endured after WWII in a Communist Soviet Union. Boris and she were not always wealthy; not until the fall of the Berlin Wall, did they start to make a fortune in imports and exports. Kiska left me to go talk to Boris. They appeared to be a very devoted couple.

I saw Alex slowly working his way through the crowd; as the host, everyone wanted a little piece of his time. When he finally made it over to me, he handed me another White Russian. "Are you still mad at me?"

"I don't know. I feel like I have been set-up and I do NOT like it. I can't understand why, no matter what you do that pisses me off, I still want to be with you. Is it still infatuation?" I said, taking the glass from his hand.

"Maybe, if that is the case, I hope it grows into love and not hate. I really didn't mean for it seem like I set you up. Boris and Ivan had already planned the trip a few weeks ago. The timing was perfect. I hope Kiska and Vania had nice things to say about me?" As his gaze fell upon Boris and Kiska slow dancing together. "Those two have struggled through so much. That is a true love story." Admiration was in his voice. Pulling a chair close to me, he leaned forward, pushing his lips deeply to mine. I returned the passion. I let my tongue probe deeply into his mouth. Our tongues pressed against one another.

I let out a low whimper. The intensity of the kiss was turning me on. I pulled away from him. "We have a lot of guests, and we just cannot get up and leave."

Alex reached around my head and pulled my lips back to his. I felt his hand rubbing my back. I wanted to feel him, closer.

Breaking away long enough, "Yes, we can just disappear. No one will care." He led me off the terrace and around the porch, to the French doors of our room. I do not think anyone saw us leave.

"So what does my sweet filly want?" Kissing me with deep, quick, open-mouthed kisses.

"I want you, in me. No toys, no ropes, no cuffs, no 'Sir Stallion', just passionately, deeply in me," I said, laboring for breath. 





Alex Ch. 06



He pulled my dress over my head. Gently he rubbed his hand over my iron-hard tit. A shiver went through my body ending with a burning desire in my core. Taking my bra off, he left the garter and stocking on. He was still fully clothed. Something about myself naked and him fully clothed made me feel a little awkward, almost embarrassed.

Pushing me softly upon the bed, he crawled on top of me and whispered in my ear, "So you want me to make love to you, normally?"

"Yes," I whispered back. "I want you to show me…" Our tongues danced around each other's mouths. "…that you can make…" I pulled his face tighter to mine. "…love to me without…" I reached for his belt, undoing it. "…having to tie me up." I undid the button and zipper of his pants, pulling them down over his hips. He helped me, by taking them the rest of the way off. He had already taken his jacket and vest off, leaving his shirt.

Standing back up at the foot of the bed, he removed the rest of his clothes. Looking down upon me, he seethed, "You think I am really going to relinquish control to you? How boring is man on top, especially when the erotic creature on the bottom can move?"

Pushing myself up on my elbows, I begged him, "Please. I want to feel your body as it moves in and out of mine. I want to run my hands down your back, across your ass. I want to run my fingers through your hair. I want to pull your face tight to mine. I want to feel your powerful, talented tongue battling mine in a lover's duel." I did not know what kind of an effect I was having on him, but I was becoming wetter with every word I uttered.

"Really, my sweet little filly. I'll tell you what. Since you are in the mood for passionate sensual lovemaking, and I have had too much to drink, I will entertain your request, but…" He dropped to his knees and licked me. Stopping at my clit, he sucked on it with enough force to make me scream. Methodically, he ran his tongue up and down. He pushed his fingers into me. I was panting desperately, wanting to let go. "…but tonight we will have a different twist. You cannot get off until I allow you. Consider this the beginning of your training. And if you do, you will be…" I swore he let it trail off, so that I would wonder what would happen.

His tongue was lapping at me. I needed to get off. Alex's tongue continued to lick and flick every spot that sent shockwaves through my body. I was on the verge of letting go, when somewhere deep inside of me I took a deep breath and blocked out the pleasure. 

"Oh, I see that strong mind of yours can be used for something other than fighting with me." The words slithered out of his mouth. "Well, let's see how far we can push this." Alex commanded, "Get right-ways on the bed, NOW."

Quickly I obliged. As he crawled over me, I could see he was very erect. This was turning him on, as it was I. "Oh! Dear Sweet Stallion? If I just happen to ignore your request, what might be the consequences? You going to beat my ass? No, I don't think so. You going to confine me to my room? No, you cannot do that either. So what?" Two could play this game—I really did not need to have sex tonight. I desired it, but did not need it.

"You are too smart for your own good. That quick tongue is going to get you into trouble. I have other ways of expressing my disproval. I can refrain from playing with you, or I can make you so hot and bothered and then leave you alone. I have several different options available to me. If you think the risk is worth it, go ahead it is your choice. But, I can promise the punishment will not be pleasurable. And your insolence is being duly noted."

"My 'insolence is being duly noted.' You know, that is almost comical." I twisted my body around, so that I was staring at his cock. I loved the way the vein ran up and almost pierced the very full head. I shifted my eyes so I was staring directly at him and said, "You know two can play this little game. How would you like to beg?" I sucked him deeply into my mouth, knowing that he could only withstand a few minutes of this before he came. "What if I don't let you…" I could see he was having a struggle holding back; I knew how to play his body as much as he knew how to play mine. "…get off. I just keep bringing you to a point, but never finish. Would that be insolence or just sheer torture?" I felt his cock start to jerk. Taking him from my mouth, I ran my tongue softly down. When I got to his balls, I thought I would up the ante. Licking his balls, with a powerful grasp ran my hand up his length. I heard a moan escape his lips. As quick as a Cobra I sucked him back in, the moans were getting louder and louder.

"So, how bad do you want to get off?" Staring him directly in the eyes, I was blatantly challenging his authority. I had not been so bold before, but I wanted to see how far I could push before he snapped.

"You little minx! You are vicious. I should be furious with you, but I am not. I know why you are doing this. I really am not sure how much of a good sub you really are going to become. And you know what? That is fine. But, be forewarned I will not forget this little episode. Now, if you do not mind I would like for you to come back up here."

I crawled back up to his face. I was staring directly into his eyes, which were filled with desire. Roughly grabbing me, he pushed me down and crawled on top of me. Venom was in his voice, "Now, you will ask my permission to get off." He drove his cock hard into me. 

"You won't have to worry about it, because if you don't change something, I am not even going to get there." I spewed venom back.

"We'll see!" He changed his pace. Pulling his sopping wet cock out of me, he took his hand and banged it up against my clit. Fireworks were starting. I was quite sure it had something to do with the sexually charged verbal battle we were having. 

"Oh, great one, may I get off?" I was half-heartedly begging. 

"No!" He took my hand and pushing it on my clit, I got the idea. I amused him by playing with myself while he rammed back into me. Pressing his lips deeply to mine, I was on the verge. I was so ready to explode.

"Please!" I was almost to the point of begging.

"Not yet. I want you to really beg." 

I didn't know how to beg, never had before. "Please, I really…" I was panting, between my fingers and his girth, that familiar wave was building, "Oh…please."

"Please what?" His speed picked up. 

That did it, I was able to hold off. I was not going there. I was looking for passion, not a full-on power struggle. As his thrusts slowed and became more controlled, I was brought back to needing a release.

I had two choices, submit or disobey. Even with my body nearing the brink, my mind was still arguing. Then it happened, out of my mouth, without sarcasm, "Please, my sweet stallion, please may I get off?" I raked my fingernails deeply into his back. I was out of control. I was feeling his thrusts and my personal assault on my clit. I was not going to take anymore.

My words must have pushed him over the edge. "Yes, with…ohh…me, now!" he screamed. He drove into me with a mighty force, as my body was awash with a torrent of pleasure. Pressing his lips tenderly to mine, he broke away just long enough to roll over next to me. 

Wrapping his arm under my head, he pulled me back to his lips. I was still moaning as tiny little aftershocks exploded within me. Tenderly kissing me, he flooded me with a warm, comforting feeling. I was truly happy and content. My mind was at ease. I was happy to let this man, my stallion, be my herd leader in the bedroom. What was I going to lose? I felt I had so much to gain. I drifted off to sleep wrapped in his strong, powerful arms, happy and pacified. 



Alex Ch. 07



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I awoke in pain the next morning. My ankle was throbbing; I could feel the constriction of the cast as my ankle swelled. I nearly screamed from the pain and fear. I knew this could not be good. Reaching for the intercom, I paged for anyone that would hear me, "I need Alex, now. I have a problem with my ankle."

Less than five minutes later, Alex came running into the room. The pressure and pain were increasing at a rapid rate. The tears were streaming down my face from the pain. Alex offered me the pain pills and quickly called the Doc. I sat there gripping the covers of the bedspread trying to redirect the pain. Alex was talking to Meghan. When he got off the phone, he turned to me and said, "Meghan said to get you to the office as quickly as we can. She is going to have to take the cast off. She said you could have a second pill in fifteen minutes, if the pain is still unbearable." 

Helping me get dressed, I tried to hobble on my crutches, to the porch. Alex retrieved his car and pulled-up as close as he could. I collapsed into the passenger seat, in sheer agony. The pain was so much more intense now than what it had been when I broke it initially. Alex looked flustered and concerned, as he made what should have been a half-hour drive in fifteen minutes. 

The Doctor's Office was not scheduled to open for another hour, but Meghan was standing in the doorway when we pulled up with a wheel chair. Opening up the door she looked down at me and said, "I said not to do anything for at least two weeks. The swelling has increased because, I am going to guess, you have not been keeping it elevated. And knowing Alex, he has been trying other ways to decrease the pain." At the last statement, she gave me a wink.

Her lecture continued as she wheeled me into the exam room. "I am going to have to cut the cast off, so we can control the swelling. I am going to fit you for a splint boot. You must keep it elevated, and in addition, iced. Moreover, I repeat NO doing...anything. You could develop a blood clot. That will cause other problems. Please, I cannot stress this enough: do not do anything for the next two weeks."

"Can I at least sit at a desk with my leg elevated, working on a computer?" I asked in a meek voice. I made a promise to myself to heed the doctor's advice.

"I suppose, but please be careful. The break is not severe, thankfully." She finished cutting off the cast with a little hand saw. My ankle looked grotesque, all purple and puffy. Gently she laid an ice pack over the swollen area.

Alex came in from moving the car. The Doc gave him a stern look then asked him to step out in the hall with her. I strained to hear what they were saying, but to no avail. When they came back in Alex looked like a scolded puppy. "How about a wheelchair?" Alex piped up.

"Only until I put a cast back on her in two days...just to prevent any other injury from occurring. I suggest she sleep with several pillows under her leg, on her back. Without any additional weight on her." Meghan was looking directly at Alex with a cold, piercing stare.

The splint boot was heavy and very awkward. I was thankful for the wheelchair. The weight when I hung my leg freely down was very bad. Back into the safety of the car, we thanked the good Doc, and left. She had given me a prescription for stronger pain pills; I think to encourage sleeping instead of frolicking.

Alex apologized so many times on the way back home that I got sick of listening to it. I found a Classic Rock station and turned it up to drown him out. He got the point and let me be the rest of the way home. At least this time it was a slow ride.

When we arrived back at the house, everyone came around to make sure I was okay. I really appreciated their concern. "Miguel, how is Jezzy doing?"

"Very good. She is out with Rubi and both of them seem very happy. Please, do not worry about her; she will be okay. You need to worry about yourself." Miguel was so kind. He turned and left and the small crowd dissipated.

Back in the house, this time a wheelchair ensured I had a seat. Ariela set bacon, eggs and toast down in front of me. It looked delicious, but I wasn't hungry. I ate the toast and drank the orange juice. I thanked her, though.

Alex sat and ate his breakfast, in silence. "Hey, what is bothering you? I know you feel responsible for the swelling, but it really is not your fault. I could have said no." I was sincere.

"I know that, but I don't think I would have taken no as an answer. So, in that regard I feel absolutely responsible. I brought you here so you could heal, not end up with more problems. What I was trying to avoid, I caused. I feel so bad."

"It's okay. I would have pushed myself even more if I were home by myself. Look at it this way, I have a few weeks to do nothing but concentrate on bookwork." And do my research, but I left that part out.

Boris came into the kitchen, half-naked. The sight was not pleasant. "Good morning," he said, yawning. "What happened to you?" he asked, seeing me in a wheelchair.

Alex quickly jumped in and explained the predicament that transpired this morning. "Well, I hope you have the strength to help Ivan and myself?" he said.

"Actually computer and book work is about all I can do for the next two weeks. So, after your breakfast we can get started." I was curious what his books looked like. 

"Good." Kiska, Ivan and Vania all came into the kitchen. Alex and Boris tried to explain what they had slept through this morning. I excused myself. I needed to take a shower, I felt hopelessly grimy. Back into the solitude of my room, I retrieved my clothes and my crutches. I wheeled myself into the bathroom.

As I finished spraying the last of the soap from my sore and aching body, Alex came in. "You need any help? Boris detained me, or I would have been in here sooner."

"Not unless you can make me heal, faster. I miss Jezzy. I want to ride her so bad. Will we be able to pick-up where we left off? You are a trainer; I know she will stay in shape, but I can already feel my hips have tightened up and my hands. My hands...will I remember all the little nuances that have taken me years to learn and develop? How do I stay in practice without physically riding?"

Alex, handed me the last few articles of clothing I needed to put on and said, "Jezzy is pregnant. By the time you are ready to advance your riding, she will be too far along to be ridden anyways. Not to make you even more depressed, but the only way to keep your skills sharp is to ride. In the office, I have every book written by all the great Masters. You may read until your brain is beyond full. In a few weeks when you can start walking, we will discuss you possibly teaching a few of my students. So, you can stay in mental practice. Once you are able to ride, I am going to start you out on my older schoolmaster. He is a very gentle and forgiving horse. Please, do not worry; it will all be okay. You need to just be patient and heal. I promise that by this time next year, you will be even better than you already are. I promise you that."

"I hope you are right," I said, as I wheeled out of the bedroom, headed for the office. My new life—of computers and numbers—was about to begin. Oh, joy. How I much preferred to ride, train and even possibly, teach.

"Is there any way I can move into a different room? I need light. I am already depressed and the darkness of this office is making it worse," I said, as I rolled up to the desk.

"Yes, I have just the room. You can look out on the lake and even see Jezzy. Here, let me push you." He pushed me back out and across the house, headed back towards the bedroom. Across the hall from the bedroom was a large room with large bay windows and a sliding glass door that opened onto the porch. There was very little furniture, just a small desk and a couch. "Don't worry; I will have it fully furnished by the end of today. Jorge and Pedro will be in here to set-up a conference table and a desk. The computer guy will be around in a few hours. Is there anything else you would like? This is your room."

"My room, to decorate and furnish how I desire? Does that mean if I want to paint the stark, white walls I can?"

"Yes, just tell Pedro what color you want it and he will do it. If you want different furniture than what I have selected, just order new. It is really very simple."

"Tell you what. Why don't I work out of the dungeon office today and tomorrow? That will give me a chance to get this room set-up how I wish. In my truck, in the backseat, under a few blankets, is my laptop. Would you mind getting it for me?"

"I thought you left it home. But, of course not." He handed me a notebook and said, "Just write down what you want in here. And I will be back." He gave me a peck on the cheek and left.

I was sitting there envisioning all the different ways I could decorate. I saw Jezzy and Rubi; he was grooming her neck with his teeth. I just laughed. My little superstar was really enjoying his company. I hoped it would last, for her sake and mine. I wanted my desk right here. At an angle, I could watch Jezzy and I could see most of the schooling area, just not the jumping course. 

Alex came in and returned me back to the matters at hand. "This is heavy, what else is in here?"

"You would not believe me if I told you: my whole life," I said chuckling. I unzipped the leather compartment and pulled out my laptop and all the cords. Much to Alex's surprise, I unzipped another compartment and pulled out large, thick pink vibrator. I shook it at him and said, "This is going to be the only action I get for a while. I want you to meet my old best friend."

Alex had a look of shock; it took him a few minutes to digest what I was holding. Then he came back with, "Your old best friend. Does that mean I am your new best friend?" 

"No. Not all of you." I folded my finger, beckoning him closer to me. "No, this is my new best friend." I said, as I rubbed his cock through his shorts. "He just happens to be attached to you," I said, giving him a wink.

"You know, Meghan threatened me with physical harm if I didn't stay off of you, out of you. However, you would like to put it. But she never said anything about you staying off of me." 

Pulling him by his shirt closer to me, "I can lick you, I can taste you. You can lick me you can taste me. I just don't think I can feel you deep in me. I am going to miss feeling your throbbing cock deep in me, the feeling of your balls bouncing up against me." Pulling his lips tight to mine, I was trying to inhale him. I wanted him.

Pulling away from my mouth, "Oh, my sweet little filly, there are lots of ways to pleasure you. I will miss the feeling of your hot tightness around my cock. I will miss you milking me, when your body responds to the pleasure. I will wait, but I am not going to let your body rest for the next two weeks. No, my sweet little filly, I am going to find unique ways to make your body explode from my touch. I am going to enjoy that..." 

He pressed his mouth tight to mine, our tongues pressing hard against one another. There was a sense of urgency between us. Breaking away, he panted, "...that oh-so-talented mouth of yours. I want to feel your hot lips wrap around my cock. I want to feel that powerful, talented tongue of yours licking me, flicking me. I want to watch as I shoot my seed at your mouth. I want to watch you lick my seed off of your lips." I could feel the mammoth erection pressing against my arm. I wanted him.

Wiggling his fingers up the loose leg of my shorts, I felt his skilled finger graze the crotch of my panties. "My, you are very wet. I want to feel you clasp around my fingers. I want to hear you moan in pleasure. I want you..." Our lips were locked, my body was on fire. All this talking was making me so wet.

Alex moved my panties off to the side and pressed deeply into me. I tried to scream. Our tongues pressing against one another at a feverish pitch relaying the intensity. I tried to reach for him, but could not. I wanted to feel the hardness in my hand. I wanted his taste in my mouth. Deeper and harder he thrust his fingers passionately in me. Then, the knock at the door shattered the moment.

"We will finish this later," he promised, kissing me deeply. 

I quickly tried to regain my composure as Pedro and Jorge came in with several large boxes and power tools. Alex stalled them for a few minutes as I quickly replaced the vibrator back into the computer bag. They were going to be making a racket in here for at least an hour. I decided the dungeon office would be quieter.

Back across the house, I was beginning to feel like a large yo-yo, with wheels. "Boris said he and Ivan can wait till your office is settled. He really appreciates this. I want you to choose some books to place in your office. And one final thing: do you have a preference on software?"

"Whatever software you use, I should be able to work with. I will be stealing several dozen riding books. I need to keep my mind active, since my muscles are going into remission. I trust you on this whole Boris and Ivan thing, but can we finish what we started?" I said with pleading eyes. My body was so responsive to his masterful touch.

Back in the dungeon office...I really liked the ring of that. So from now on, it would be, "The Dungeon Office." His library was vast. I decided to go for all the books on the United States Dressage Federation—USDF—Judge's reading list, for starters. Then I added Kapitzke and a few other excellent trainers and authors to my list. Everything by DeKunffy was a must-read. 

Then Alex pulled out a box. "These are several books I would like you to read. I have them in order, with the most important ones on top. Screw the Roses, Send Me the Thorns, is at the top of my list, followed very closely by SM101, and Sensuous Magic. Please take your time reading these and if you have any questions please let me know. In addition, you need to understand, I do not expect submission as a lifestyle choice. Like I have said before, if you only submit in the bedroom, that is all I desire."

I swore he wanted to add 'for now', but he did not. I now had more books than I could ever read, but that was okay. The bookshelves in the dungeon office still appeared to be full even though I had confiscated nearly three dozen. Alex rolled me over in front of the desk and sat down in the leather chair.

I pulled my own shorts and panties down off my good leg and left them hanging over to the side. Propping my good leg up on top of the desk, I was indiscreetly telling Alex I wanted his touch. My freshly trimmed pussy was on display for him. The soft folds offered him a slight hint of a musky smell; I could feel the wetness that I was sure was very visible. Gently he started rubbing the upper part of my thigh, inching ever closer to where I wanted him, where I needed him. Gently he tugged on my lips rubbing my wetness into me. Slowly Alex stood up so our lips could meet. With hard thrusts, he drove his fingers into me. His thumb was rubbing up against my clit with every thrust in. I could hear the wetness. The feeling was intense. His tongue was muffling my yells. An orgasm rolled through my body; I was, for the moment, satisfied but not content.

I pushed him gently away and reached for his pants. "No, I want to wait. I just wanted to offer you a little release. I appreciate the desire to please me, but no thank you." Alex surprised me. I felt odd receiving pleasure, albeit small, and not giving anything in return.

The knock on the door interrupted us again. This time I was content, although there is a distinct difference between fingers and a cock. Unfortunately, I was not in the position to disapprove. Boris came in stating that the conference table was set-up. Once again, back across the house; I had to snicker to myself. This was getting to the point of becoming comical.

This massive oak table dominated the room. There were ten solid oak chairs surrounding the immense table. I was hoping I was not going to be using this table to entertain many people. I could pile piles of papers on it, though. Who needs a filing cabinet? Turning my head towards Alex I said, "I would like a desk and two large filing cabinets to match the desk. Also, I'd enjoy a few bookcases in the same oak against the wall, closest to the bathroom. In addition, I think I have decided on a two-tone color for the room. Two-foot-wide vertical strips, one color a flat light gray, almost white, and the other a satin darker grey."

"She knows what she wants. I like that in a woman. You'd better work hard to keep her happy," Boris said, with a full belly laugh. "Now, can we please get started? I have to leave in three days." Boris sat a large steel briefcase on the table. "Where do we want to start?"

"I am not sure what I am looking for, nor am I sure what you are expecting. So why don't we start with what I am suppose to be looking for." I said.

"I am having a problem; substantial amounts of money have been disappearing at an alarming rate. I want you to see where it is going and why. I have all of my financial records in here." Boris slid a large manila folder over to me. "Also, all of my checking and other bank information are on these CDs. I have had my IT guy format it for use with Alex's software." Two jeweled CD cases slid over to me.

"Okay, I am going to start this very easy. The first place I like to check is what we call a fictitious employee. This is the easiest way to steal money. What I need you and Ivan to do is look over all of the names of your employees that have received a check, tell me if they really exist. Then we will look at their previous pay, before this started and compare it to the present pay. If pay does not match, there is the start of the problem. I will do my normal audit bit, including expanding to all of your vendors. I will do my best to find this problem in the next few days." I was excited. I was actually going to be doing something other than lying on my back. 

"Alex, I know you have a lot for me to do, also. Do you mind if you give me the rundown on your financials a little later this afternoon?" I didn't want to get so bogged down with new information that I actually missed something or screwed up. "Another thing, Boris, if you do not mind me asking. How much money and when did you first suspect something?"

"In American dollars, around three million, maybe even more. I am not sure. I started seeing less in the accounts than I thought should be there about two months ago. Whoever is doing this is going to pay dearly." I could see the hurt and hatred in his eyes. If Boris was anything like Alex, they give so much, so freely. When someone steals, it is both personal and business. I truly felt sorry for him and I promised myself that I was going to help him.

"I need to go attend to my farm. I have been so taken by you being here that I have let my other obligations slide. I need to ride a few horses and teach a few lessons today. If you need anything just remember the intercom. Ariela will bring you some water or juice in a little while. If you need anything else, please page Jorge." Kissing me on the forehead Alex got up and left. Boris quickly followed suit.

Here I was, with mountains of paperwork and a mystery to unravel. I hate dishonest people and to add to that, thievery; I wanted to catch this person. I was surprised when, after three hours of searching, I had already found a few discrepancies. This person was clever; a real vendor was a very good cover. But they did not take the time to cover their tracks.




Alex Ch. 07



I paged for Jorge to fetch me both Boris and Ivan. When they arrived, I told them what I had found. "It appears Acme Emporium does exist. You have paid a grand total of five million dollars to Acme in the last six months. Before that, only a couple thousand was paid. There is no business stamp on the back of the recent checks. The invoice numbers are consecutive, the account number is different, but the same bank, which adds up to too many discrepancies. What is confusing is why your Accounts Payable person didn't catch this..."

Boris was first to speak, "Acme Emporium? I don't think even their whole company is worth that much money. Is there any way to tell who was cashing the checks?"

"If you talk with the bank, you might be able to find out. I would let the authorities know."

"You are a funny girl. Modern Russia has more problems than solutions. The authorities are all crooked. I would be better off handing out my own swift justice than to be bothered with the police. I am very grateful to you. If you do not mind, I need to call my office and stop any more checks from going to Acme that are not legitimate. I hope Alex treats you well. If you ever have a problem with him, let me know." With that, they both left. In the last two days, I do not think Ivan had spoken two words to me. 

I was picking-up my mess when Ariela came in. She brought with her lunch and a few bottles of water. Setting them down, she gave me a wink and left. I sat there enjoying one of the most delicious Rueben sandwiches I think I had ever had, when in came Alex.

"You are amazing. Boris came outside and interrupted my ride to sing your praises. I am glad you could help him. He threatened me if I don't take very good care of you. My own Uncle ready to disown me if you leave; I don't think you know what that means, but in time I hope you will."

"I have watched all of the GodFather movies, and I really do think I know what that means. I am truly honored that I have been able to make myself valued and respected by your family. I am even happier at the fact that I discovered where your Uncle was swindled. Now, how about taking a look at what you have for me."

"Why don't you finish eating and I will be back with most of my stuff. The rest of your furniture will be here today. Tomorrow the internet and phone lines will be going in," he said, walking out the door. 

I sat there eating my sandwich watching all the horses graze peacefully. The view was amazing; I found myself wishing I had a camera. A picture worthy of framing was right before me. The picturesque Catskill Mountains reflecting upon the lake, with gorgeous horses grazing and the young ones playing. Everything around here was slow and peaceful, a perpetual vacation.

Alex softly knocked on the door. He pushed it open, wheeling in a hard cart with six huge file boxes stacked. I gasped; that was a lot of work for one farm. "Please say that is the last six years and not the last six months. I might have to renegotiate my pay," I said, half laughing. 

"Nope, I hate to break it to you. Since my accountant left, all of these bills have been piling up. I have paid most of them. Most of this just needs to be filed and a few things still need to be paid, but they are in this folder." He set down a blue hanging file folder that was two inches thick. "Here are all the bank accounts and payroll records." He tossed two jeweled CD cases down on the table. "Like I said, the rest of this stuff just needs to be filed. Each box contains one month's records."

"Splendid. I need lots of hanging files and manila folders. Not to mention possibly a few more file cabinets. This is an awful lot of stuff. How much of it is duplicates?"

"A lot of it is unopened, like the feed and shavings deliveries. I just write a check when they deliver, but the bills are in here, somewhere," he said, pointing vaguely toward the stack of boxes. 

"The rest of your furniture has just arrived," said the voice over the intercom. "Jorge is showing the delivery men to the room."

The remainder of the day was spent directing furniture placement. I was awestruck by the desk, the enormity of it. I could lay outstretched on it. I had it placed on an angle so I could look out on the vista. Alex had left with everyone else, letting me get to work. I just sat there looking at the boxes and boxes of stuff. I was feeling very overwhelmed. 

I finally decided to start with the first box. Taking each piece of paper out, I started a file system I could work with. Actual filing could wait. I had gone through half of the boxes when Alex came through the door. "Having fun yet?"

"So much fun I've lost all concept of time. A clock would be nice. I would have never known you to be this disorganized. You seem too controlled to have chaos."

"I don't understand bookwork, which is why I hire someone." Sitting down next to me, I saw his face change from meek to strong. "Sarah, I have a few things I need to say to you."

"Yeah, what?" I was busy putting papers into files. I saw him get up; he shut and locked the door. My heart sank in my chest. Fear washed over me, this was serious.

"Sarah, my sweet, we need to have a serious, open conversation. Please hear me out. A D/s relationship is unfolding before your very eyes, and I don't even think you know it is happening." I started to speak but he placed his finger up to my mouth. "As I was saying, you submitted last night, but I don't think you really meant what you said. You wanted to please me, but you felt it was at a personal loss."

"Actually, Sir, I wrestled with my decision. I was happy with my decision. I really do enjoy you being my herd leader in the bedroom. I am happy making you happy. I am being honest. Somewhere, I had concluded that I was not losing part of myself, I was adding to myself. You have given me sexual fulfillment that I have not had in years, if I ever had it. I truly trust and respect you, in all aspects of my life."


"I am really glad to hear that. I was afraid we were going to go backwards. I am honestly happy to hear that we can move forward. Which makes this conversation even more important. SSC: safe, sane and consensual. That is what we are after, not fear and degradation. Anyway, I am not here to break your will, but I think you already know that. So, I have a few things to ask you. I should have done this from the very beginning, but I didn't know how to bring it up. You are very curious, but you have so much speculation and spirit, that I am still not sure..."

"Will you just spill it? You are making my head spin. I can either agree or disagree." I could see he was trying to be tactful, but he was becoming ineffective.

"Alright, I want you to start a journal. In it, I want you write your thoughts, fears and convictions, about everything and anything. From what we do in the bedroom, what you do with your riding, or anything else. If you decided to take notes while you read or do research on the internet, I want you to write it down. Furthermore, I want to read it." He added the last sentence quickly.

"No. I will write but you will not read. My personal thoughts are my own." Very simply put.

"I want to know your inner-most thoughts. I want to know what makes you tick. I don't want it to laugh at you; I want to help you grow."

"What am I a teenager? Tell you what, I will write, but what I share with you is my own personal choice. Can you respect that?" I was becoming very uneasy.

I could see the frustration building in his face, "I want to start discussion topics. I want to know what you are thinking and if there is any way that I can possibly expand or clarify anything. That is all. Alright, I will let it be, for now. The next thing," he said, taking a sheet of paper out of his pocket, "this is a list of websites I want you to visit. The first one has a very detailed questionnaire that will help you to set limits. I will respect those limits. Just, please, if anything is a possibility, just mark it curious. If you are not sure, about anything, ask and I will do my best to explain."

"Okay, that is easy enough. You promise, you will respect my limits?" I had regained my composure.

"Yes, I promise. The last thing: after you have prepared your checklist, we need to draw-up a contract. This will be a written agreement between the two of us stating the rules and boundaries. One of the rules will be that I must always respect and value your point of view. You must always accept my leadership in the bedroom. We are true equals in everything, things of that nature." He looked into my eyes. His face looked honest and sincere.

"Alright. Just out of curiosity do you have a list of limits?" I was curious what his looked like.

"Yes, but I do not want to inadvertently influence your limits. I will encourage you to look at mine, after you are done. Please remember this is always consensual. Not to scare you off, or to make you become defensive, but I will require kneeling, after your leg has fully healed, and only in the context of a scene, not in front anyone else. Okay?"

"I am not going to argue or become defensive, but I am very curious. When I finally get internet I will be spending a lot of time researching everything. I am very curious, just a little apprehensive. Out of curiosity, how much is going to change after my leg has healed?"

"My sweet filly, a lot is going to change, but all for the better. After you have set your limits we can discuss what is going to change, and how. I promise you, no real physical harm and never any mental harm will ever come to you. Do you believe me?" His green eyes were staring into my soul. I felt completely and utterly safe with him, when I looked into his eyes a secure warmth wrapped around my body.

"Yes," was all I said. He leaned into me, kissed me on the cheek, and then left. My head was spinning with questions. I guess I was just going to have to wait until tomorrow when I could do some real research. Taking a deep breath, I returned my attention to the stacks of papers before me. About two hours later Alex came back in.

"Are you hungry? Dinner will be ready soon."

"Do you mind sitting? I have a few questions, and then I will go get ready for dinner." Alex sat down next to me. "Alright, I was briefly thumbing through a few of the books, and a few questions have arisen." I reached for my notebook that I wrote the questions down on. "I am living here, but I am not required to call you 'Sir', 'Master', or 'Stallion' in any other context but the bedroom?"

"Those titles I have to earn from you. You may call me Alex, Sir, Stallion whatever you feel is appropriate anywhere, except when we are in the bedroom. Like I said, your leg has hindered everything I would like to teach you. So please understand; in a few weeks, if you still want to, we will take a different approach with our relationship. Answer me this: are you seriously thinking about becoming my sub?"

"I am interested and even relieved at the idea of letting someone else direct me. I know you do not want me to change who I am or lose any part of myself. As I was reading the 'Roses' book, I found myself becoming aroused while I read. The relationship they might develop is so different from any other relationship I have ever had. I know it is something I want to explore. Just promise me, if I have questions or concerns, please help me. The punishment thing still has me very confused." A wetness had developed on my panties just thinking about all of this.

"I cannot tell you how happy you are making me. I want you to read and ask any questions you want. Please, never EVER fear asking for clarification on anything. Punishment is reserved for disobedience. When we start this journey together by writing a contract, any behavior that is disobedient will be clearly defined. I know your mouth will get you in trouble and in all honesty, I am looking forward to placing you over my knee and spanking that lovely ass of yours. I want to see it turn red under my loving touch. I will never hurt you, severely, but I will command respect. Training you will give me more joy and happiness than training any one of the youngsters out in the field." His face was beaming with pride as he spoke. I was actually proud of myself for making him so elated. Continuing on, Alex spoke very clearly. 

"I want you to know I love your spirit and mind. Those two aspects have drawn me to you. I know what you are capable of becoming and I want to be the one that takes you on that path of self-discovery. I do not want you to address me as 'Sir Stallion' anywhere in public or around any of the workers. Our relationship is our business and no one needs to know. Anything else?"

I had a million questions, but I felt that time and continued study was the right way to handle most of my questions. Although one was nagging at me to ask. "Collaring. I am not sure if I really want a leather collar around my neck. I don't know, but from what little I have read, it is like a wedding band. I just don't think I really want to be known as your possession. I am a person still, and not a horse."

"You are right about a collar being similar to a wedding band; some people even have ceremonies, like wedding ceremonies. A collar does not have to be a 'collar'; it can be as lovely as an emerald and diamond choker. Yes, it denotes possession, but so does a wedding band."

"Okay, I think I get it. I feel a little bit better. Thanks again, for everything. I am going to get washed-up for dinner." Alex pushed me towards the bathroom, so I could prepare myself for a quiet dinner.



Alex Ch. 08



Author's note, please do not feel intimidated by this being a long story that started in Romance. I feel even if you do not go back and read the first 7 chapters, you will still enjoy this possible power exchange.   





Alex Ch. 08



Blocking the door he calmly replied, "You are not leaving this room. You are going to turn around and sit back down on the bed, finish reading the contract and we are going to discuss this like adult, civilized humans." 

"The heck I am. I am not your possession, or servant. I am me. Remember the part about you always respecting me? Well, I now feel very disrespected and I do not appreciate it."

"You know this would be a lot easier if you were a little more docile." 

"What does docile have to do with the price of tea in China? I don't roll over and play dead for anyone. I thought this contract thing was going to be very specific, that all submission and dominance takes place only in the unclothed world. The way you have this written it encompasses clothes and no clothes. That was not part of the deal, and I am not going to be referred to as a possession or a servant."

"Sit!" He pointed to the bed.

"Sit, rollover, play dead, beg. You get on your hands and knees." I wanted to see how far I could push this. 

"What, now you think you are the Domme? My dear sweet filly, sit your ass on the bed." His face was turning red. Oh, had I struck a nerve. This might be fun; a little switching I knew was in our future. He just did not know it yet. 

"What? The fearless leader cannot lead if the herd is not willing to follow. Tell me who has all the power?" I knew I had the power. I have always had the power. If there is no one to command then there is no need for his leadership.

"I really had hoped we were past this. You know you have power, and along with that power, free will. You know this. I see you do not agree with the first line of the contract. That is fine; we can rewrite it, after Jill leaves next week. Just please continue reading."

"No, I want this done, now. Write." I tossed my notebook and pen that I had on my nightstand at him. "I, Sarah Ann, will proudly serve and fulfill Alexander's command in the bedroom, at previously agreed times. I will unquestioningly accept his leadership. If at any time He feels that I am not fulfilling my duties, a swift and mutually enjoyable punishment may be administered. If, during this time, I do not understand something I have permission to question it. Furthermore, Alex in his experience will respect my mind, body and spirit at all times. As will I. If at some point in the future I feel Alex has acted inappropriately I may administer a suitable, mutually-enjoyable punishment."

"Really, you think I am going to agree to this? You seem to forget who is in charge here." He had a broad smile on his face. I knew he would agree.

"What don't you like?" I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear his explanation.

"You think I will take the role of sub? Besides will you please continue reading, I think you are going to find that you are making a fool out of yourself."

"Alright, I Sarah Ann yadda yadda. I will always be respected, my opinions and questions will be respectfully honored, at appropriate times. I further agree: To obey his commands to the best of my ability. To strive to overcome feelings of guilt or shame, and all inhibitions that interfere with my capability to serve him and limit my growth as his submissive." Another page and half that seemed to make sense to me and respected me as a person continued on. Along with a list of hard limits that would never be pushed, along with a written promise that all soft limits would be discussed beforehand. "Okay, I can live with the rest of this. I am just curious. Why did you do that?"

"Why did I do what?" Alex had a pure look of innocence, but he knew what he did. 

"The dutiful servant thing. You knew I would blow a gasket. Why? Did you want to prove a point?" I was not sure which I was more pissed about, the dutiful servant or him letting me vent like a mad woman.

"No, I wanted to see how you would react. I knew you would be upset, but I did not think to that degree. I was curious how much fight you still had left in you. I wanted to see if you were starting to submit, or if you were still your same old self that I have fallen in love with." Alex explained himself, but he was making feel a little uneasy. Was he really expecting me to follow him blindly? Trust-he had a way of making feel uneasy and secure all at the same time. What a ride this was going to be.

"Since you want to test me, which by the way I do not appreciate, I really want a clause in there about me administering punishment on you."

"You know, you are one-of-a-kind. I really do love you. I think this could offer an interesting twist. Not to mention I am really going to have to teach you well. I am getting excited just thinking about the new possibilities. Now, will you please come here? I want to tie those precious hands up."

I pulled my nightgown off and sat on the bed totally naked. Once again, he had his pajamas still on. Taking a pair of soft, lined, leather cuffs from the drawer, he affixed one around each wrist. "You know I have never told you, but everything I use to tie you down with has a quick-release safety mechanism. Like these cuffs, if you hold your finger over the ring and rotate it, the ring will thread off. All of the knots I use are quick-release knots, like you use to tie a horse. Safety is paramount. Now, lie in the middle of the bed."

I lay face-up in the middle of the bed. Alex pulled two long pieces of rope from the nightstand. "I have changed my mind, I want you free, but don't interfere or I will tie those wrists up. Roll over," he commanded. 

I rolled over. He calmly said, "This is your first lesson. I command respect. When you address me I had better hear you say, 'Yes, Sir Stallion.' If you do not obey, I will spank that perfectly-round ass of yours five times. Do you understand?" 

"Yes," I said. I felt the first strike with his hand on my ass, "Ooch!" I yelled.

"Count out loud." 

"One, Sir."

"Not good enough. Start again." As he spoke, he gently rubbed my ass with his hand.

Crack. I felt the burning on my left cheek. 

"One, Sir Stallion," I muttered. Then a rub on the right cheek and then the crack, a slight burning sensation was coming from my cheeks. "Two, Sir Stallion." Then, with each additional smack, he alternated cheeks, never hitting the same exact spot twice. By the time I counted five out, my ass was burning and even more surprising to me, my crotch was wet. 

"You did very well, my sweet little filly. How do you feel?" His calm voice soothed me.

"I am horny. That really didn't hurt, but I am really excited." I turned my head towards him as I spoke.

"Good, you forgot your manners again. So let's start all over again." Crack, my hot ass was becoming hotter. 

"One, Sir Stallion"

"Two, uhh, Sir Stallion." I was getting wetter.

"Three, uhhh, Sir Stallion." I was so wet, my ass and crotch were burning in equal heat. I wanted him to plunge into me; I wanted to feel him. Crack.

"Four, oh God, I need to get off, Sir ."

"No, you're not. I will let you know when you can," he said, in his very controlling voice.

"Five, oh, I cannot hold…uhh, mmmm, Sir Stallion." An orgasm ripped through my body. My ass was on fire, and I felt the hot juices starting to flow on my upper thigh. I wanted him to shove his cock into me. It had been way too long since I had felt him deep in me. My body was burning in desire to take him. I wanted him to use my body. 

"You spoiled little slut, I told you not to come. You are going to be punished for this. On your elbows, stick your ass up in the air. Don't count, just concentrate."

"Yes, Sir." I moved into the position he requested. My world went dark as he placed the blindfold over my eyes. I felt a cool tingling sensation on my beet-red ass. He gently rubbed the soothing gel into my very sore cheeks. My ass felt like it was sunburned. The heat radiated out until the gel extinguished the fire. "I don't mean to be disrespectful, but this position is hurting my leg."

"I am off of you, position yourself so that you are comfortable. I cannot wait until your leg is completely healed. Please, if ever anything hurts, you have full rights to stop me." I lay back down on my stomach and he took the blindfold off. I was sure things where going to be very different once I was healed, but for now, my leg had to dictate what happened. "Better?"

"Yes, thank you, Sir," I said. 

"Now, where was I…oh, yes, your next punishment? Lay horizontal on the bed, with your head almost falling off the bed. Good girl." He reached into the drawer and pulled out a feather affixed to small riding crop. "I know I am going to enjoy this." He pulled his pajama bottoms and underwear off. "Now, my precious little slut, I want you to suck my cock. I want to feel your mouth encase me, I want to feel the warmth of your mouth. Lick me, you little…" Crack, the hard end of the feather landed long ways across my taught ass. 

I licked the precum, with slow delicate flicks of my tongue. I let the salty taste linger on my tongue as I spread it down his shaft. I pulled myself closer to him with my elbows; I wanted to inhale him. I felt the feather gently trace down my spine. He encircled each cheek. I sucked his smooth head into my mouth. I felt harder flicks on ass and upper thighs. The more he tapped the harder I would suck. I could feel the flutter in my core. With each rap of the hard plastic on my delicate skin, the flutter was building. 

I sucked him in deep into my mouth; I heard the moans coming from his throat. I was curious which he enjoyed more. The slow, moderate sucking on his cock, the moans coming from my mouth, or the way my body was responding to his physical assault with the feather. I grasped the base of his shaft with my hand; at this angle I was not going to be able to suck him all the way down my throat. He grasped my hair saying, "Oh, my little slut, I want to fuck your face hard and fast. I want to turn your…Ohhhh, yes, that's it, suck me...I want to watch your thighs turn pink. I want to hear you moan with pleasure. I want you to cum for me, my precious little one."

I do not know what it was, but the flutter was quickly turning into a need. With each rap on my ass and thighs, I would moan and he would press farther into my mouth. His thrusts were fast and shallow, the raps where soft, then harsh. I was to the point where I wanted to taste him, I wanted him to explode in my mouth. The swats on my ass where followed with soft caresses of the feather. The variance of intensities was affecting my body; he was quickly pushing my body to the brink. 

"Mmmm…ohh…oh, yess." I felt the intense burning explode within me. He had not gifted me with his seed, but my body had reacted so strongly to his cock in my mouth and the assault on my back half. I wanted to feel him in me so badly. I needed him. 

"Oh, my sweet little one, we are going to have fun together. Roll over and get right-ways on the bed. I am going to take you fast and hard; I need my release." I quickly obliged. I wanted to feel him deep inside of me. He peeled off his shirt and climbed on the bed.

He pulled my arms over my head and restrained my wrists in his mighty hand. He guided his cock to my now drenched entrance. He mashed his lips hard onto mine, and in the same rhythm his cock spread me open. With a sense of urgency, he pumped into me fast and hard. He was going deeper into me with each stroke. I felt his balls slapping up against my ass, offering me more of a stimulant. My body was consumed with his. I wanted him. "Oh, my sweet one, I want you to get off with me. I want to feel you tighten around my cock. I want to feel you push up into me harder. I want…" I felt his cock expand in me; the feeling was enough.

"Oh…Harder…please…harder…Oh, mmm…oh." With his finally thrust my body convulsed around him. The shock ripped through me with a passion I had not known was possible. I could not mutter any words I was spent. I looked into his eyes and saw devotion.

"My sweet filly, I promise you this is just the beginning. I can show you much more pleasure. Especially now that I know what a little spanking can do for you. We are going to explore you; I am going to introduce you to a side of you that you never knew existed. Trust me: this is going to be the most pleasurable ride of your life." 

He lay down next to me, pulling me in close to him, like a mother protecting her young. His embrace was comforting. I drifted off to sleep.