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She

By: SuzySuburbanite



Notes & Disclaimers: 

This story is set in a land far, far away where unsafe sex has no consequences; a land where HIV/AIDS, Hepatitis and other STDs don't exist. PLEASE DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME! It is fiction...it is FANTASY! 

This story is a work of FICTION! None of the characters or events herein is based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult of legal majority in your jurisdiction. 

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This is a work of FICTION by an author using the pen name Suzy Suburbanite. It is a work of FICTION! 

Thanks to all who wrote regarding my previous stories. Cheers! 

Enjoy, Suzy 

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She walked towards me on the deck of the community indoor pool. I just finished my first set of 20 laps and I was headed to the Jacuzzi to cool-down before starting my second set. She wore the bathing suit of a lifeguard.

She wasn't pretty. Not even plain. She had a face that had seen too much chlorine and too much acne; harsh, wrinkled and marked. She walked around the Jacuzzi once, displaying her body to me. She was proud of her big boobs, and tight bottom. But like her face, her body was blemished and damaged from her exposure to the pool and the sun.

She made me uncomfortable, so I decided to start my second set of laps. She stopped me as I stepped from the swirling water.

"I'm Beth," she said in a blunt, no-nonsense manner, "I want to fuck you...now...right now...c'mon."

She grabbed my hand and led me towards the women's changing room.

"I'm not gay," I protested.

"So," she said flatly.

She put me under the communal shower and commanded that I strip. I did what she asked, dropping the shoulder straps of my workout swimsuit, shedding the damp garment as anonymous women passed by.

She pressed my back against the warm tile and knelt before me.

"Show it to me," she demanded.

"What?"

"Your cunt...Spread your lips and show it to me," she commanded again.

I did. I opened my pussy to her gaze. She placed her hands on my thighs and rubbed up and down, still kneeling before me. More women and girls walked by. Some fascinated by what was happening and some turning their heads with visible disgust. I felt ashamed. Why didn't I stop her?

"You'll need to get off fast or we'll get caught," she said as she plunged her face into my crotch.

She licked me and sucked me and teased me.

"Hurry-up and cum," she said frantically before gently sucking my clitoris into her mouth.

I grabbed her wet hair and did it, I came. It was wet and wild and exciting; my pussy flooding her face as I pulled her against me.

"Oh yes!" I cried as she ate me through two glorious climaxes, "hell yes...fuck yes...eat me."

She stood, "You're not gay...right?"

"No."

"Cool," she wiped her face with the back of her hand, "I slipped my number in your locker."

"Huh?"

"You're here Tuesdays and Thursdays, right?" obviously, she already knew the answer.

"Yes."

"Ok, then I'll see you next Tuesday."

"Ok," I stammered, "do you want to know my name?"

"Not really." she said with a smile, as she went back to work.

She



My name is Sharon and I would like to tell you a simple story. I was horny and at home when I decided to call my girlfriend Mary. I had asked her over for company and whatever else happened. She was delighted and decided to come over right away. Mary happens to be about 5’6 and very voluptuous. If I were to tell you her best asset it would be her sexy breasts. They are perfect for kissing and sucking. They have large nipples that stick out like swollen thumbs. Her ass isn’t bad either. 

She arrived at about 5pm and was as sexy as possible. Mary was dressed in sweat pants and a very revealing tee shirt. It was obvious to me she wasn’t wearing a bra because her nipples were showing through her shirt. I asked her to have a seat in the living room and went to get us a drink. What do you want Mary? I would like a Pepsi please. When I brought the drink back to the couch, she was rubbing herself through her shirt. I started to get even hornier. I sat on the couch next to Mary. I started to rub myself as well. I knew that things were going to get started sooner than I thought. I leaned over and kissed Mary gently on her tit. A small moan escaped her lips.

Mary started to get very excited and spread her long legs. She was giving me one of the best glimpses of her inner thighs. I was staring that was sure. I think she wanted me to do more than look. I moved off the couch to face her. On my knees, I could smell the fragrance of her excitement. I leaned forward and extended my tongue. It reached her warm moist pussy, and I started to lick her there. 

I started slowly at first. Then I picked up the pace, stopping occasionally to nibble her clit. This was obviously hitting her sex spot. Mary began bucking her hips and pushing her pussy into my mouth. She was virtually forcing me to eat her tender cunt. I felt my own juices building up inside me. I started to imagine her doing this to me. I grabbed her clit into my lips and started to make humming noises. She went into orgasmic spasms. I licked all of her now flowing juices. I was able to not miss a drop. The look on Mary’s face was intense. Her eyes were rolled back and her toes curled. I knew I had been able to do it the way she liked. My turn Mary I stated and we switched positions.

Mary, like I had gotten down on her knees. I quickly removed my very wet panties. She dove in like a diver in a swimming pool. She was licking at a feverish pace and even had moved her tongue side to side. Just as I thought I could take no more she started to lick my ass hole. Right on the opening of my tender hole. This was incredible and I told her not to stop. She moved from hole to hole enjoying the licking she was giving me. Mary’s hair flowed over my stomach and I could feel the shivers over my body. It wasn’t long before I could feel my own orgasm well up inside me. I started to cum wildly bucking my hips and squeezing my legs together. She was a real pro and lapped up every drop.

Mary and I retired to the bedroom to continue what we both had anticipated. By the time we had hit the bedroom door we were both naked. The line of clothes was left behind us like a trail. 

Simultaneously we jumped onto the bed. I thought at first it might break. I guess she had the same idea from the giggles that she made. We immediately became entwined like a human pretzel. For probably 5 minutes we kissed passionately and grabbed each others' hair. We knew from previous encounters that we both liked that. Mary was the first to insert her fingers into my sopping pussy. I could not help letting a moan escape from my mouth. I took the opportunity and insert two fingers inside her as well. We were fingering each other and licking our nipples. I decided that I wanted to be full so I reached over and took out a double sided dildo. I handed it to Mary she must have thought the same thing, because she grabbed it and immediately started to fuck me with it. I was so wet now you could hear the squishy sounds my pussy was making. She pulled it out of me and licked my juices off it. She put it inside her own pussy and started to fuck herself with it. I couldn’t stand watching her doing that. I have always been turned on watching another woman masturbate. I took the other end of the dildo and put it inside me. We both began to plunge ourselves onto the dildo and rub our clits together too.

After the lovemaking session we retired for a short nap lying in each others arms. The closeness of being with each other is very nice. We slept for about an hour. I was the first to wake and began teasing mary with my tongue. She tried to stay asleep but I knew she was only fooling around with me. Mary couldn’t hide the little giggles when I would tickle her sides with my tongue. We woke to the sound of the radio playing Bolero. Wasn’t that a strange coincidence. 

I knew that I was horny and had hoped she was too. Mary was very wet and I asked if she wanted to take a shower together. She responded with a yes. We arose to go to the bathroom and I noticed the wet spot on the sheets. Guess this is what is known as, “Cum spots.” I had a hard time adjusting the shower because Mary was playing with my ass. Finally I was able to get the temperature just right and we climbed in. The fun thing about taking a shower with your girlfriend is getting wet and soaping each other. The lather was building and so was the passion. We rubbed our hands over every part of our bodies. When we got to our pussies, we played for a little longer than we should have. Just as I was washing my hair, Mary plunged the dildo into me once again. This felt wonderful and I started to cum right away. I took the dildo and repeated the favor to her and it wasn’t long before she was cumming hard too. 

When we had finished with the shower, we went to the living room for a little television watching. We watched a romantic comedy and just simply held each other. It was quite nice to feel her in my arms. We finished the movie and she left with a good night kiss.



She



She is blonde, and seldom speaks when out with him. He likes it that way, and she does everything she can to please him. He is the lord of her pleasure, the sole administrator of her passion, and she likes it that way!

"I love it when you look sluttish," he told her. She squeezed his hand to acknowledge his statement, and leaned over kissing him on his cheek. She was dressed in a very thin, almost see thru black dress with daringly low front and rear openings.

Her hair was up in a roll at the back, with cascading curls down each side of her face, just the way he liked it. The lace bra she wore pushed her breasts together producing a long deep cleavage between her mounds. On her feet were a pair of silver high heels, and her legs were covered in smoke colored stockings. Her eye makeup was dark and her lipstick a deep, burnt red color.

He leans over now, as the games begin, whispering the most obscene and suggestive scenarios in her ear. They involve dark sexual acts, between her and the people around her, both male and female. 

The images that flood her mind elevate the intensity of her arousal, and there is always that voice, that damn deep, stirring, smoking voice, that rushes over her skin caressing her with its gentle wash of warm sensuality. His voice!

He will continue his quiet erotic tales, until her panties are soaked completely through, and her cheeks are hot with shame. Later, he will begin to expose her to the men around them slowly, by small degrees. 

He will touch her, as he recites his stories, in all the right places, and always at the most appropriately beneficial moment. Like when someone is watching, he will continue this way, until she is half out of her mind with desire.

He treats her, not like his loving wife, but a whore. He dresses her in the most provocative attire imaginable, and parades her before the hungry eyes of strangers. Titillating them with her half dressed posture, and the ridiculous poses he demands she display, and she loves it that way.

He requires that she always sit with her legs open wide enough, to expose a good portion of her thighs to the public around her. He wants someone to hit on her, hoping they will take her to their room, and ravish her senseless. So that later, as he uses her body, she will have an exciting story to recite for him.

She reads and knows the desires of the men around her, understanding, that in the privacy of their minds they caress, maul, and handle her without the slightest consideration for her feelings. Spending their lust in her body as if she were a common whore. Well, she is a whore, but something far beyond the common variety.

He sits beside her knowing these things as well, but still he nods to them and smiles encouraging their lewd thoughts. Inviting their prying eyes to watch, as he uncovers her before them. Feeling her, stirring her urges with his fingers as their eyes burn at the scene before them, and their cocks grow hot and large.

He begins his little show with suggestive moves on her body, his hand gently kneading her soft inner thighs. He will then peel her garment upward on her legs, exposing to their greedy, intruding eyes, the soft pliant warmth of her smooth flawless thighs.

Daring them with her exposure, as she sits helpless, bound to her seat by her own shameful longings for fulfillment, and the overwhelmingly submissive nature of her own character! She has been here often before, in this very same predicament and would gladly return again if he asks it of her, and he will.

He drags his wine glass across the table top, deliberately moving its ornate spread, so that the front view is opened further to those across the way. They have already spied his hand, in its slow lecherous journey to the center of her creative heat.

Her eyes touch his with a plea, begging for a quick ending tonight. But she senses, even as the smoke signals rise from her eyes, that she's been ignored. A brunette across the isle, in a pretty lemon yellow dress, has watched her now for the longest time. She knows from the flamed cheeks of her face, that the scene arouses her. Her own legs relaxed, parted slightly as she continues to watch.

He forces her legs farther apart, as she gasps lightly, then lowers her beautiful eyes in shame. The brunette has stopped her movements, her fork midway to her mouth, watching intently, her breasts rising and falling rapidly. Her companion has placed his palm on her leg, under her dress. He too has his eyes locked on their table, and the show unfolding between her legs.

Her eyes meet those of the brunette, and something passes between them, something kindred, deep, and shared. They know where it is they want to go, and what needs to be done to arrive. Their twin passions fusing into a mighty surging torrent of energy that caresses both of their bodies across the distance between them. They smile at one another, a sweet smile of camaraderie. Like sisters of a kind… sharing what sisters know.

His hand is on her now, and she realizes she won't be present long. Everything inside her will prostrate itself before the magnificently brutal power of her need. Every governing faculty in her arsenal of reason will surrender control obediently, as if defeated by some vastly superior invading force.

Her nipples heat up and expand, becoming sensitive against the now tough fabric covering them; they stand out like watchtowers on the summit of her breasts. Her face flames a timid rose, trailing the sides of her lovely neck, and reaching down desperately for the rolling curves of her breasts. 

Oh God, his fingers are now on her most sensitive physical possession! Deftly exploring the dimensions of the puffy, rolling contours of her sex. Through half lidded eyes, she sees the brunette’s legs splayed open, her own hand moving between her legs. Watching her intently, with brightly fevered eyes.

Very suddenly, the brunette rises from her seat, removing her companion’s hand from her leg, and then crossing the isle. Leaning down when she arrives she whispered in her ear, "if there were some place to go, I would help you with that problem of yours," she said! 

The brunette then placed her hand over his, and gave a firm shove into the blonde’s crotch. Then moving her face lower again, she kissed her lightly on the lips.

Her name was Ruth, and she leaned over and whispered something in Richard’s ear, and giggled as he smiled. Then taking the blonde’s hand in her own, she helped her gracefully dismount from her seat.

“Follow me,” Ruth told her, as she led Rachel away.

She led Rachel to the lady’s room, and then checking the entire facility to make sure they were alone, locked the door. She spun Rachel around and pinned her to the door, her hands immediately raising her skirt.

She parted Rachel’s lips with her tongue, finding the sweet warmth of her cavity, pleasing on the palette of her tongue. Then she slipped her hand into Rachel’s smooth bright panties, and began to tug, and tease, her engorged clit.

Rachel moaned deeply, as Ruth’s fingers danced for joy in the wetness between her legs. She drove her tongue as far into Ruth’s mouth as she could, exploring everything there and taking the sweetness she found.

Rachel found the rising plain of her lovers breasts, and began to squeeze them gently with her hot little hands. Her lips were still giving sweet pleasure to Ruth’s mouth, while her fingers began to treat the ladies nipples rudely, twisting and pinching the now stiff nubs.

Ruth felt a bolt of lightening pass through her breast, and it explode against her clit, the intensity of the sensation stunning her briefly. Her nipples were now extremely large, and the sensation of Rachel’s fingers there was making her cunt wet, and soaking her panties.

“Rachel, squeeze them baby, hard…please!” Ruth pleaded.

As Ruth slipped two fingers into Rachel’s cunt and began to fuck her, Rachel fulfilled her lovers request, and clamped her nipples between her finger and thumb fiercely, twisting them with the pressure, ruling her nature with the pain she inflicted.

“Oh fuck baby,” Ruth cried out, as her body locked down into a state of non-movement, while she achieved her first orgasm of the night. “Oh Rachel, you’re such a wonderful bitch,” she cooed adoringly!

After regaining her composure somewhat, Ruth kneeled in front of Rachel and removed her delicate undergarment. Then began to gently tongue her sensitive clit, and lap at the fluids running down her inner thighs.

“Lick it baby, whip my hard little clit with the tip of your hot tongue you bitch,” Rachel moaned out, as she squirmed, and twisted, under the brutal lashing of the brunettes hot tongue.

Suddenly, without warning, Ruth spun Rachel around by her hips until she was facing the door. Then quickly spreading her ass cheeks apart, Ruth then forced her tongue as deeply into Rachel’s ass as she could get it.

“Oh fuck,” Rachel moaned, as she rocked her ass backward on Ruth’s invading member.

Ruth reamed her ass thoroughly, as she slipped two fingers into Rachel’s sopping cunt, and began to roughly fuck her. Rachel was trembling deeply now, as her body soaked Ruth’s hand with the juice flowing out of her cunt.

“Fuck it you cunt, fuck my pussy faster,” Rachel hissed! Or I’ll rip your goddamn nipples off and feed them to my husband.

Ruth made a fist with her small hand, and began working it into Rachel’s hot cunt, twisting it in a circular motion as she thrust upward into Rachel‘s gaping slit. It wouldn’t fit into her, but Ruth was hard determined to fuck this blonde bimbo before she left this room tonight.

“Oh God baby no! It will never fit and the pain will kill me… please stop now…please,” Rachel’s tone was desperate as she pleaded!

But her plea went unanswered, as Ruth concentrated on her efforts to enter Rachel’s cunt. As it finally slipped in, Rachel stiffened and remained motionless, then began to whimper uncontrollably.

“Oh God Ruth, I have never felt anything like it before, I love it baby,” she panted!

Ruth pushed upward, twisting, as her hand slid into Rachel’s cunt up to the wrist. She twisted it inside the blonde’s body, and Rachel’s legs shook mightily. Ruth moved inside her body with long powerful strokes, and with each, Rachel cried out loudly, but not with pain.

As Ruth reinserted her tongue deeply up her ass Rachel cried out nearly melting to the floor. With each deep stroke Rachel felt as if everything inside was being moved, and the sensation was phenomenal.

“Oh fuck baby, I’m going to come,” she wailed, as she shook like a leaf.

As Rachel’s orgasm took control of her senses, her cunt convulsed painfully around Ruth’s fist, and she nearly lost consciousness. She screamed as the lights exploded inside her head, and wave, after wave, of sweet tingling heat swept over her body.

She lost control of her motor functions collapsing on the floor after that, and lay there quietly, as Ruth finished her, and then carefully disentangled herself from Rachel’s body.

“Did you enjoy that dear,” Ruth’s pleasant voice asked of her?

Rachel pulled Ruth’s face close to hers, and kissed her softly before answering in the affirmative. “I loved it Ruth, I have never came like that before,” and then continued kissing her lightly on her sweet mouth.

They exchanged phone numbers, addresses, and soaked panties before returning to their respective tables. Before they left, as they lay there pressed firmly together, they necked for a short while, and then left the room holding hands.

As Rachel reseated herself beside Richard, she tossed Ruth’s soaked undies on the table in front of him, just to see what his reaction would be.

“My dear, those are not yours are they?” He ask, while lightly fingering the sopping scrap of cloth.

“No, they belong to the slut you let lead me away Richard,” she replied!

Richard smiled across the way at Ruth’s companion, who winked right back in reply, and answered, with a smile of his own.

“How was it dear,” he inquired of her?

“Would you really care to know Richard,” she teased?

“Yes dear, you know I would,” he answered politely.

“It was phenomenal Richard,” she replied softly.

Rachel swore she could see a smile light up Ruth’s face, as she leaned over and began to whisper in her husband’s ear, and laid the tale of her exploit at the threshold of his hearing.

The four of them left together when they finished dinning, but that’s another story, maybe.

*******

End



She



She can hear her heart in her ears! She approaches the motel door as instructed. So much more open than a hotel corridor. More exposure-more danger-so exciting...

It has been three weeks without a single word from the Master. Three weeks! Now, one explicit message on her machine. Oh! So dangerous! Anyone could have been the first one in the house and pressed that 'play' button and it would really have 'hit the fan'!

"Slave! Be at the Half Way Motel, room 6, tomorrow, 11:00am sharp! You know the attire! Don't disappoint me!"

'Click'

That was it. And she knew only too well the 'attire' and only too well not to be late, and disappointing the Master was unthinkable!

She felt so exposed as she stepped out of the car. Her red stiletto heels sank into the softening parking lot. Her long leather trench coat opened almost to her crotch and she grabbed at it to keep it closed. What If someone was watching and saw white thigh-high stockings and pink, satin panties and nothing else?

As she tried to be cool, she approached #6. She glanced from side to side...this room was so close to the office! What would anyone think: a well-built woman walking up to a motel at this time in the morning. She shuddered as she knew only too well what anyone with half an erotic thought in their brain would surmise.

Then she smiled a little as her lacy pink bra slid against the liner of the coat. They will never guess, not really.

It was one minute 'till eleven. Never good to be late or early! She knew the drill: knock, down on her knees, eyes lowered, "Your obedient servant" when he asked 'who was there?'. And this was the hardest part......crawl in the room on hands and knees....so visible from anywhere outside the motel. So exciting! So dangerous! So subservient! 

She had feigned dropping her keys so, if observed, she would be on her knees for a perfectly reasonable reason as the door opened.

"Who's there?"

"Your obedient servant"

WHO???? In anger.

"Your obedient servant, MASTER!"

As the door remained closed she feared that she had really angered the Master. She went over the next activity in her mind. Get it right!! Crawl in with eyes down. Slip off the black coat. Crawl around the room with her round panty clad ass wiggling and her ample tits swaying in the lacy bra. 

Her pussy dampened imagining the scene! She would crawl to his feet, kiss his shoe, listen for the zipper to slide down, feel his cock slap at her forehead, never looking up, and await his command. She expected a few delicious slaps on her round ass and the command to "Suck!" and she knew that in the hour that followed, she would experience exquisite horniness, pain, degradation and joy! The Master never disappointed her if she was good.

The latch clicked. She almost came in anticipation! The door swung open. She awaited a command. She remained on the stupid 'WELCOME' mat for what seemed like an hour.

"Enter!" she hears from the end of the darkened room. She begins the routine: never look up, crawl after shedding the big coat, wiggle her sexy ass and swing her soft tits, crawl until she finds him and greet him with a wordless kiss to his right shoe. She has to turn to push the door shut. She can only imagine the view being offered to the Master!

She hears breathing and searches for the sound. She can't seem to see his shoes!

Suddenly, a pair of red high heels appear! Stockinged legs in the shoes. She sees the sexy seams of the stockings and she can't help following them to a small, round black pantied ass. A female ass!

What the hell? She felt confused and very hurt! As she peeked even further she was able to see her with her head bobbing up and down! She was sucking the Master's cock!!! Her Master's cock!!!!

Slowly one of the master's shoes came into view. With a bit of strange relief she bent to kiss it. Part of the familiar routine, after all.

A blindfold is slipped over her head. No! Not really.....She could smell a familiar scent....her scent.....her panties, her purple satin panties!! She remembered having to leave without them, last time. They had been wet and gooey from her well-fucked cunt by the time she wiped herself and handed them to the Master as commanded.

"Lie on the bed" She crawled to where she remembered it was, felt around and crawled up on the bare sheets. She heard movement and a tiny giggle.

She was laid back across the bed with her legs dangling onto the floor. Suddenly each arm was grabbed and some kind of restraint was applied to each wrist and she was almost fainting from fear and anticipation, knowing all the time that her Master was loving and would never hurt her. But the other girl?? Was she being replaced? She was confused. And that felt much more dangerous than the restraints or the degrading behavior.

Suddenly her legs were picked up and bent over her head. She could only imagine her round ass, her wet pink panties, her puffy cunt bulging. And the Master letting someone else, a female!! See and touch her.

Those thoughts were obliterated when the first whack came! By the second she was whimpering and answering the question, "Have you done everything I have commanded?"

Between painful gasps, "I have tried, Master!"

"Trying doesn't make it, Slave" Whack! This time clearly from a woman's hand...

"Succeeding, only is acceptable!" And she feels cold metal at her hip. She freezes as she hears cloth being cut with shears. A moment of sadness as she feels her lovely, sexy, brand new pink panties being cut so they fall away and exposed her wet cunt and soft ass.

She hears a female throaty moan. She hears the Master removing his clothes. She feels her legs being opened.

Oh!! So exposed!!!

Someone [she couldn't tell who] tugged at her lacy bra and her full tits spilled out. She knew her nipples were hard and erect. She was secretly proud of the sight she knew they were getting. Her creamy tits with suckable nipples standing at attention, her soft tummy and full hips her legs wide and she could only imagine that her cunt was swollen and seeping horny excited wetness.

"Now!!" The Master commanded. She was confused. She did not know what to do to fulfill his command. She was beginning to whimper a helpless noise when she felt hot breath on her crotch.

"NOW!!" the Master repeated and she felt tiny licking on her thighs. The master must have boosted her from the rear as the interloper's face was suddenly pressed full against her cunt and her tongue was buried between the swollen folds.

"Eat her!!" No further command was necessary as the mystery woman began a delicious cunt lapping. She knew how, that was for sure!

The licking went from feverous and rapid to tender and tickling to deep penetration to ass licking. 

She was delirious with cuntal pleasure! She knew she was to be silent. It was so hard!

Her orgasm was building and the woman must be able to sense it as she would back off and take tiny bites at her inner thighs before diving back in.

The bed suddenly moved with additional weight. She felt the Master straddle her tits. She felt him sliding his wonderful hard cock between her exposed tits. She could feel it bump her chin. Bump her lips. She obeyed the wordless command and opened her slutty sucking mouth for her Master's thrusting cock.

The cunt lapper was nearly making her faint. The cock sucking was making her even more excited. She made the mistake of bucking her wanton cunt at the face between her legs.

The Master's cock withdrew and he used it to slap her face and tits. "Do not move, Slave!"

"I want her to cum!" She hears from her widespread legs.

"Only when I do!" She hears from above her sucking mouth. She receives this 'message' as a command to suck him fast and deep and the best she can. The reward will be his ejaculation and what could only be a dangerously exciting orgasm for her.

Her own orgasm was cumming too soon! She moaned. The moan was like a 'hummer' and set the Master to cumming. Her cunt exploded with spasms and spurts and thrusts. The Master's cum spurted all over her face and tits. She could feel the cunt lapper licking her orgasmic gifts as they continued to flow.

Everyone was silent for some moments. She heard some inaudible command and she could feel what must be the remnants of her pink panties wiping her cunt, her tits and her face. The movements were gentle and it must be the cunt lapper doing it.

She felt her lie on her naked body. She felt the scratchy lace of her bra and panties as she wiggled up to her face. She felt a soft kiss on her lips. She felt a soft tongue lick her toungue. She smelled her cunt on this kissing mouth and responded. 

"Next time it will be my cunt" she hears in her ear.

She was wordlessly un-tied, helped with her coat and directed to the door.

Her panties were still blindfolding her!! She dared not protest but could only imagine if there were people outside as she was ushered out onto the walkway.

Dressed in only her coat and thigh-highs and shoes. Her bra in her pocket. Her shredded pink panties who-knows-where? Her crusty purple panties lewdly covering her face.

She dared to move the panties so she could, at least, see her way to her car. She knew that it would not go well if she removed them before she got in.

Sitting in the car she slid the 'blindfold' off. Feeling rather exposed she slid them up her legs and felt the crusty crotch as it nestled around her well eaten cunt.

She turned the key with a smile.



She



Summer – the first time.

I followed her into the house, still not really knowing why I was invited. I guess I was a little in awe of a woman as beautiful as she, quite speechless, once I had realized who she was. 

After all, she was rumored to have been (until recently) the lover of a foreign prince; jilted, it was said, when he tried to lay claim to her, exclusively. Even before that, her notoriety drew interest in the international press over one fiery affair or another. . .with some of the most admired movie stars in several countries.

Passing through the entrance hall, she led me to a high-ceilinged room with a small fountain in the center. At one end, French windows opened onto a terrace overlooking the beach. Bird calls mingled with the gentle thunder of surf, and the scents of snowy jasmine and strident lavender collided on the breeze. Luscious ferns overflowed large pots just within the doors and the light through the windows was dappled and dreamy.

I moved to the fountain and traced a pattern with my fingertips on its shimmering surface. Small flowers in white, mauve and cream cast rippling shadows as they shivered in gentle eddies. The water felt so cool, I cupped my hands to dampen my face, just a little – but most of the water ran down my neck, soaking my singlet. 

Embarrassed, I remembered myself and sought her eyes; but her back was toward me as she poured drinks at a low cabinet set into the wall.

I admired the drape of her clothes, expensively sheer, her shoulders straight, small waisted, spherical breasts - the classic picture of voluptuous; round of bottom and all curves.

When she turned to me again, she was carrying large, tear shaped glasses, frothing with chilled champagne and fresh fruit.

She handed me a brimming glass, arched brows over her hazel eyes, which met mine in a penetrating manner.

"Salute," she smiled, her soft accent apparent. I tilted my head back to drink. Her thick lashes lowered, her gaze following the trickle of moisture from the glass, along my chin, my neck, my collarbone, then to the damp patches over my breasts. 

Her eyes lingered there, fingers circling the rim of her glass thoughtfully, then dabbling in the fruit of her drink, she plucked a strawberry and ran it along her full lips, leaving a damp glossy trail, which her pink tongue removed with a flickering caress; it was so sensual, I was mesmerized and felt myself blushing as my nipples hardened in response; she grinned just a tiny bit before meeting my eyes again.

I felt such a slob, and began to stammer an apology, gesturing toward the little pool, but she reached her fingers out to me, touching my lips and, smiling secretively, shook her head, just a little. Her glossy dark curls swung, the gems at her ears twinkled and my breath caught in my throat; I thought how easily those great men must have been caught by her beauty, how compelling she was in the flesh. 

Sipping again from the frosty glass she brushed past me; I followed as meekly as a puppy, thoroughly out of me depth. We walked back into bright sunshine past more windows and along the terrace to turn in again at another door, this time to an enormous room filled with plants.

She swept a graceful hand around the room. "The conservatory" she announced with an airy gesture, her dusky voice and sultry accent intriguing. 

I stopped, dazzled by her & by the change in light. my eyes adjusted unti I found myself staring at her, once again fascinated, as she gracefully turned, her wide, silken sleeve cascaded down her slender ar. The fabric of her blouse pulling tightly against her body, one large, shapely breast held in sharp relief against the light; full and naturally round, with the bud of a delicate flower at it's tip. I could not pull my eyes away and she caught me looking, that same little twist of her lips I had earlier noted, when she had stopped beside me on the pier.

It had been a fine morning in the little fishing village. She had been marketing, I supposed and returning to her car with a basket of flowers, must have heard us shouting, Jerry & I. 

As he turned back toward our mooring, I stood my ground but burst into tears. I had left my home and my job for him, to travel on his yacht, fuzzy dreams of romantic adventures and passions had rapidly dwindled as I found myself responsible for all the unpaid cooking and cleaning chores, and none of the respect I knew I had earned. If she had not happened along when she did, chic but unrecognizable in shades & a floppy hat, I would be sitting on the road by the market, hoping to hitch a ride to somewhere, anywhere else.

"You need to cool down," she said firmly, appraising the blonde hair, poking through my bandanna, and fair skin, my face streaked with tears and no doubt red, to boot. 

"You can come in my car, if you like." I hesitated, looking over my shoulder at Jerry who sauntered arrogantly along the dock with the confidence of a man sure I had nowhere else to go. Brimming with anger I saw him ogling the pretty girl, sitting on the seat by the flower stall; it was enough. I turned on my heel and accompanied my rescuer to her Saab. 

"Do not be shy," she had told me, as I had hesitated before climbing into the Saab. As we drove into the hills beyond the bay, I told her I had known for some time Jerry had taken advantage of me,that I would never trust amen again. "they are all bastards" I declared, before subsiding, embarrassed.

"The only way to find someone who makes you happy is to take the chance, again, again each time," she laughed, a musical sound, confident and feminine. 

"When your tears are dry, you will remember that life's little setbacks are soon behind you; excitement follows when you know there is no seeing what lies around the next corner."

She put the top up and the air conditioner on, removing her hat. With Latin music accompanying us, we followed a winding road along the coast, and I tried to place her, her image somehow familiar, but elusive in my memory. That name came to me as we stopped to turn in at lacy metal gates, which glided open at the touch of a panel set into her dashboard. 

To cover my alarm, I turned to watch them close behind us, then disappear behind a riot of colorful foliage & palms as we followed a curling road through undulating parkland to a large white house with spreading verandahs on every side. 

A breeze, which brought the tang of salt and flowers to my nostrils, replaced the musk of rich leather as we emerged from the car.

In a strange way, her words had calmed me & I realized Jerry had never lived up to my childish fantasies – when had I thought he could? 

As we had talked, I evaluated & decided the past three months had been fair trade for the journey to Europe though, and although I was now far from my home, had I not left with him, I may never have.

My reverie faded into curiosity at findin gmyself here, Again now, she smiled that little smile of hers, secretive and unnerving. Raising her glass to ruby lips, and crooking her elegant fingers, she led the way to a circle of lovely chaise lounges and sedan chairs centered around another pond, a basin of dark marble, bubbling gently, set into the floor, and perhaps moe like a small pool than a water feature.

Palms and fuchsias, orchids and ornamental figs surrounded us; willows trailed their leaves, in ceramic pots, standing in water-filled recesses in the tiled floor.

The ceiling was more than half glass and perhaps fifteen feet high, I could see no walls from where we sat. 

A small table with a tray stood between two of the couches, on which was a chunk of soft cheese, fresh fruits, including apricots & dates, slices of crusty bread, a pate of some sort and what looked like a mash of avocado. 

Placing our glasses on the table before us, we sat. She selected a piece of bread, smearing it generously with avocado and passing it to me, before slicing cheese and popping some into her mouth with a date.

I had not eaten since early in the morning, and was ravenous. I devoured the bread and allowed her to feed me the cheese with the dates also - very French and absolutely delicious.

I relaxed; I was feeling pleasantly free from worry. We talked as we ate & she told me the history of the house & how she loved the south of France for its warmth and beauty. I learned she lived alone, but had a staff residing elsewhere on the grounds. They discreetly ensured there was always food prepared in the kitchen and the security of knowing she did not have to be alone "Between engagements", as she so elegantly put it.

When our glasses were empty, she opened a little door beneath one of the couches to reveal a fridge, built in and stocked with tiny bottles of water, champagne and juice. 

"Why not?" I said when she offered, and we topped up our glasses with fruit as well. The bubbles tickled my nose and I spilt some wine down my front again as I was caught by a fit of giggles.

She grinned at me with those beautiful sparkling eyes, the luster of her white teeth framed by glossy lips. Over warm, and sticky, I stretched, on impulse, and took off my top. 

We moved to sit on the floor beside the pool now, our legs in the water and the shimmering reflections bathing our skin in elusive patterns of opal and gold. 

"I'm still all sticky," I said and she put down her own glass and dipped her hand into the water, to sprinkle my chest with its coolness. Dipping again, her fingers lingered above my round tanned breasts, allowing the tiny droplets to fall on them; they tingled very pleasantly as the water trickled over my nipples. 

I sat up further, straining my nipples toward her slender fingers, and then caught my breath as she ran her fingertips across both tender buds, stopping to trace a circle around first one pink shell and then the other.

My breath shortened a little more as she reached into the glass I still held and dribbled champagne across my nipples; this time I gasped when she touched me and a warmth I hadn't anticipated swept through my loins to carry a tingle on to my toes and causing me to arch my back like a cat on heat. She dipped her fingers again, this time catching a cherry and drew it in circles around my erect nipples before popping it into her mouth and licking her lips and fingertips, slowly, her beautiful eyes, flecked with gold, gazing into mine.

To my utter amazement, I wanted to feel those luscious lips myself and shyly, I selected another piece of wet fruit, ran it around my nipple and offered it to her. She leant forward to take it from my fingers, allowing me to feed her, sucking tenderly at my fingertips, each time. I touched those pearl teeth and soft, soft lips...her breast brushed my arm and I felt the hardness of her own nipples. She lifted her face; it was so close to mine, I could not help myself. I was staring at her mouth, breathing in her perfume and wanting more than anything to kiss her; so I did. Her lips were full and soft, her breath moist and she tasted sweetly of summer. 

That kiss was long and warm and she ran her tongue repeatedly over my lips, almost pulling away and making me hungrier than ever for the taste of her. Finally she drew back enough to allow me to see that she had undone the little buttons on the front of her sheer blouse. Those famous, heavy breasts were tantalizingly almost revealed; her cleavage enhanced by finely wrought gold chains lying in filigree across her gold brown skin.

Her hazel eyes caught the light the irises wide and glossy, framed by thick dark lashes and with delight I realized she also was panting, now. 

Boldly, I ran the back of my hand along the line of her jaw, allowing my fingertips to glide along her slender throat and linger between her breasts. They curved exquisitely and I followed those rich curves far enough to reveal first one and then the other, her nipples large and dark and surrounded by glossy golden brown skin, smoother than silk and glistening with the flush of sexual arousal. "Do you like my breasts?" she leant forward to murmur in my ear. "You are more beautiful than anything I have ever seen," I replied earnestly, to which she responded ardently with a lingering kiss, which did not stop but flowed into a series of kisses and nips along my throat to culminate in a glorious, long, sucking and teasing at first one, then the other of my erect pale nipples.

Her raven curls before me, I ran my hands through them, down the cascade to the back of her neck, catching the collar of her blouse and easing it off her smoothly elegant shoulders. I allowed my fingers to caress her back, and she shivered in delight as she kissed my tingling breasts and began to make her way down my smooth tummy to my navel which she tongued most deliciously, sucking at the little sapphire which pierced it; my most prized gift to myself on my travels.

She ran her face down to my legs where my damp, filmy pink shorts clung to my thighs. She drew away from me just a little then and knelt, at just the right height to offer me a close to perfect view of one golden rimmed, moist nipple. Reaching behind, she drew her blouse off and let it fall to the floor. 

She picked up her glass, and sipped some more before tipping the last of her wine over first one and then the other of her magnificent breasts.

She stroked my head then, with one hand and my thighs with the other, while I licked first one then the other of her beautiful rosebuds, discovering the extreme pleasure of feeling her nipple harden in my mouth as I sucked and nipped her smooth flesh.

Her caresses had caused me to open my legs, just a little at first then wider as my desire to feel her touch my most intimate self, grew. 

Her eyes shone as she watched me nuzzle her breasts and at last she pulled away enough to stand before me in the water, and ease my shorts off altogether. 

"You have such beautiful, shapely legs," she said and ran her warm hands up from my knees, along my thighs to trace my pussy with it's little tuft of blonde hair. Months on the boat, naked in the sun had sprinkled my tan with freckles, and just that morning I had rubbed masses of coconut oil into my skin to restore it's suppleness. She knelt to kiss each one of the freckles on my thighs, then ran her fingers along my pubic bone slowly and started kissing me there, softly, softly, to my delighted gasps of anticipation. 

She lifted her hands to my breasts as well, rolling my nipples firmly as heat coursed through me in waves of pleasure.

"Please, suck my nipples again," I whispered, and she obliged, tonguing and nibbling and stroking my pussy as I ran my fingers up and down her breasts. We kissed passionately, licking and sucking now, while her fingers sought inside my cunt, and in eagerness I stretched my thighs to allow her better access.

Her muslin skirt, so light and airy was now soaked from kneeling in the water, so I worked it down with my toes, gasping as my motion gave her even greater access to my very wet sex. She was wearing no panties at all; her silken thighs were smooth and her body hairless & soft. As she rose up to place those pendulous breasts in front of my face, I gazed in fascination and lifted her elbows so that she stood before me and then slid forward to be at the very edge of the pool. 

Her lips were before me then; they were golden tan, smooth, firm and faintly pink along the inner edges. I dared to come loser and suddenly I could smell her, faintly salty and hinting sweetly of sandalwood. I looked up at her, her gorgeous eyes framed by a cluster of ebony lashes, her full lips pouting at me, licking my juices off her fingertips. 

I returned my attention then to her pussy, nuzzling gently with my nose, tantalized by her smell, then probing further, this time with my tongue. 

Her crevice was warm and salty and I slid my hands around her thighs to grasp her round buttocks and hold her firmly against my mouth. I opened her lips with mine and slid my tongue around her clitoris, circling first one way and then the other. She shuddered as I stroked her with my tongue, and I continued to lick her. I pulled back momentarily to see her lips were parted, her eyes were closed in rapture and the globes of her heaving breasts were tipped by hard, erect nipples.

I kneaded her buttocks again as I kissed her pussy once more, working my tongue with-in to slide first down inside one lip, then the other and circling her pulsating clitoris in between each caress. As it swelled in response, I sucked a little stronger and she moved her legs a little further apart. I took the advantage, slipping my fingers in between her buttocks as well. Her bottom was very firm, rounded and pert. Her pleasure was evident as my probing fingers stroked her anus, then downward; along that warm crevice into her fanny and along the backs of her legs, all the time probing her wetly and suckling, nipping at her clit. 

Her cunt felt like slick velvet and she tasted sweet and salty, her clitoris hardened and my fingers swept the slippery wetness across her anus and I pushed my face more firmly against her pubic bone, making her groan.

She held on to my head, gasping with pleasure and tangling her fingers in my long blond hair, now free of my bandanna. 

We stopped when she nearly lost her balance, toppling until I caught her hands and sitting down suddenly in the pool. We laughed and I slid in too, to join with her, kissing her generous mouth, she smelling of my musk and I of hers. 

She kneaded my nipples with wet fingers and I caressed her breasts and rolled hers between my own. We were both thoroughly aroused now and she stood; water cascading down her beautiful curvaceous body, and huskily told me to come with her. We walked hand in hand back to the largest of the chaise lounge and, laying side by side, began kissing and stroking each other once more. 

As my skin dried, I felt little shivers of delight for she was drawing whorls and circles all over my body with her fingertips. I groaned lasciviously when she probed my buttocks and her soft touch drifted back and forth over my anus, teasing at the very edge of my sex. 

I rolled over, lying on my chest, arching my bottom into the air. She knelt behind me, between my thighs, running her fingers all over my wet pussy and my anus, tickling and stroking me, exploring so deeply with her fingers in my wet cunt, I groaned, myself. When finally, she stooped, to use her tongue to probe hungrily inside my cunt, I sighed with anticipation.

She continued licking and stroking my ass and my stomach. 

Her fingers found my clitoris and I experienced several minutes of burgeoning pleasure imagining my tongue on her nipples once more, the swell of that golden fullness, of her round buttocks... "Let me suck you too" I begged, and we rearranged ourselves so we were kneeling before each other and I kissed her, tasting her wet lips, smeared with my musk and sucking on her tongue as she sucked ravenously on mine.

We caressed each other's breasts and ran our fingers along the curve of hip and spine.

Then I lay down, stretching out so she could look at me, arching my back and reaching up to stoke her gorgeous titties once again. 

She gazed at me, in appreciation. "You are so slender," she sighed and moved to position her hips, so that her mounded sex was suspended, open, glistening above me. 

Her legs were spread wide and her flesh was goose bumped; I probed her cunt with a gentle tongue. She descended and began to work on my clit, running her tongue as deeply down to my cunt as she could reach; I lifted my legs off the bed and brought my knees up, the better to wrap them around her glistening back. 

Now she could lick me in wide swathes, and we fell into a delirious rhythm. I held her lips open to nibble at her swollen clit, which hardened until I could suck it hard, maintaining the sweeping motion with my tongue. Her juices ran into my mouth and over my face, I lapped them up as I probed her pussy deeply with my fingers. I found the spot as she had mine and we were locked together in sweet unison, both rocking and gasping in ecstasy. 




She



I felt I was water cascading down a mountain or a burst of star works in the sky. Her musky flavor was all I knew and I envisioned her big tits brushing my lips, nipples flushed and red like her cherry lips, like the sweet cherry on which I sucked and licked. I could feel a cooling summer breeze, slipping over our glistening bodies and urging us on till we both began to moan and gasp and rock harder, till together we exploded in passion and ecstasy. 

She lay with me & held me then, we kissed and kissed as our breathing slowed and a languorous peace encompassed me such as I had never known with any man.

We slept until the shadow grew to twilight and I stirred to look at her, breathless at her lush beauty.

I traced her breasts with my fingers, cupping first the left then the right and the weight and the satin smoothness of each was perfection, of a kind never imagined in the pages of the glossy magazines she had so often graced.

She rose on one elbow and paid tribute to my nipples then, with her tongue. "Your titties" she said between mouthfuls "are magnificent, so pert, full but still, so firm. When I saw you on the dock in your tight pink lycra, that tiny white top, that tight little ass - I could not help but be drawn to you, you with eyes like the green sea, I wanted to kiss all your pretty little freckles, your long silky golden hair." She ran her fingers down across the line of my hips to my pelvic bone, plucking at the little blonde tuft between my legs, "yYou are almost hairless here, just that soft golden down as on your bottom, your thighs", she kissed my clit and ran her most pink tongue over and over along my crack until I was unable to restrain myself, I – pulled her face back to mine, licking the juices from her ruby lips, sucking on her tongue and praying this day would never end. 

She made love to me again slowly and without pause; until I rocked with orgasms that lasted for many breaths. 

I learned so much that summer; how to give pleasure, but also how to receive it and still, now, the memory of her swollen wet clit on my tongue her voluptuous breasts and her cries as I brought her to multiple climaxes can arouse me near to orgasm, even when alone.



She



She was my co-worker, classmate, student, and most of all, my friend. I hadn't known Liz for too long, no more than a year really, but she had become one of my closest friends. She was also one of the prettiest girls I'd ever met. She'd never thought she was anything special, not even the strings of suitors could prove to her that she was desirable. My sweet Lizzy.

It was a day like any other at the Burger Duke, she was working the cashier while I was making the endless barrage of burgers people ordered. My arms were already starting to ache from all the meals I had prepared. I glanced over to the clock hanging over my head and realized it had struck 8 PM. Only 4 more hours, I thought, until I can get my ass outta this dump and get some rest...

"Christy!" I awoke suddenly as someone shouted near me. Whenever business got heavy I tended to space out a bit. I looked up and saw Liz's teasing smile. "Hurry up slowpoke! Make me a Big Duke with extra pickles!" haha... Her lips had the cutest pout when she got impatient.

An hour later I clocked out for lunch and was sitting outside leaning on the walls, hoping to catch a fresh breeze. I closed my eyes and raised my chin as the cool air blew past me. When I opened my eyes, Liz was standing in front of me. I freaked out, how the hell did she manage to sneak up on me like that!

She sat next to me without saying a word and leaned her head on my shoulder. She was wearing a cherry scented perfume, the one I'd given to her for her 21th birthday. I smiled and continued to meditate, staring at the night sky. It seemed hard for me to believe how I'd befriended someone like her. Not a lot of people can stand to be around me. I was never too sociable and my appearance tends to intimidate people. The goth type. The silent type. The pensive type. The I'll-kick-your-ass-if-you-come-within-a-10- feet-radius type. At least that's what I've heard. Lizzy on the other hand is a bit popular, dressed casual, and always got cute guys to like her. She approached me one day at school while I was playing my guitar in the quad. She simply sat down in front of me without me noticing. I tend to ignore my surroundings when I'm playing, absorbed in the notes. I had no idea how long she sat there, listening, but when I finally saw her she smiled and said "That was beautiful... Any chance you can teach me to play like that??" 

I've been giving her lessons ever since then. 

After we got out of work, I was going to her house and sleeping over. Actually, I was kinda homeless at the moment, since my parents had kicked me outta the house for the hundredth time this month. I'd been sleeping in my car for the past week. Ha! But as soon as Lizzy found out she convinced me to stay at her place. I say "convinced", but this girl seriously would NOT let me spend another day without a proper roof over my head. 

I was probably gonna end up living with her anyway, since she lived alone ever since her parents died. Lucky for her though, her folks left her a house, the house she grew up in. All her siblings had moved out years ago, and she being the youngest inherited the place. Liz hadn't mentioned me staying for good, it didn't matter to me. I never really had anywhere permanent to stay. I wouldn't be surprised if I took off soon, I didn't want to be a bother. And if I couldn't stay there I'd find another place. However, she didn't live in the best neighborhood, and with the idea of her being alone in that house, I really just wanted to be there to protect her.

Before I knew it half an hour had already past. Liz had been talking about her most recent ex, and how badly they had ended. I listened vaguely, since I obviously had other things running through my head. 

We headed back inside, ready for another 2 hours of hell. Business really got out of hand for a while, there was an endless stampede of customers that went in for their midnight snack. Burger this, chicken that, would you like fries with that, and so much more nonsense. 

Finally, it was midnight. The kitchen crew and myself were cleaning up putting away utensils, washing up dishes before we were on our way. I grabbed my things and headed outside to my car. Liz, as usual, was waiting for me there. "Hey, let's get outta here, my pillow calls out to me!" 

Once we were home and had settled my things, I changed into some old jeans and one of my usual black heavy-metal T's. I was in a good mood, which for me usually means I'm in a drinking mood. I took out a bottle of red wine from a black leather suit case I'd been saving for a special occasion.. 

"Oh hey, how appropriate!" Liz squealed. "I gotta warn you though, I'm not much of a drinker!"

"Yeah, yeah," I replied, pouring a glass for her, "I'll take care of you girl."

After a few drinks, I noticed she was getting buzzed, so I took her glass away. She let go of it reluctantly. I laid down on her bed and closed my eyes for a bit. I felt the bed shift as she laid herself down next to me, her arm barely nudging my side. I crept a bit closer until the nakedness of our arms were touching. I turned to face her and opened my eyes. I saw those innocent blue eyes of hers looking back at me, her black hair falling over her pale cheek.

There was an unspoken tension between us. One of which I was never entirely sure she felt until now. I had always seen her as someone special, though I always shook off the possibility of being involved with her. I never bothered to find out whether or not she'd be interested in a girl like me. I suppose a bit of alcohol can serve as a truth serum. 

A few inches closer, a few moments later, our lips were touching, burning, as we kissed. I was pleasantly surprised at the silkiness of lips. Her kiss was soft compared to the lips I'd tasted before. My hands cupped her chin as I held her kiss tightly. With one hand I stroked her hair, touched her shoulders. I let my lips travel slowly to her neck, teasing her collar bone, going back slowly upwards to her earlobes, letting my tongue explore her. I held her gently as she squirmed beneath me. I could feel every inch of her responding to my touch. 

As I let my lips explore more of her flawless body, I let go of all my insecurities, all my fears. Even if she were to be with someone else, she was mine for that moment. I wanted every second of our time together to count. 

I kissed her again and let her have a taste of my tongue as I began to go lower. I licked her neck, as my hands slipped under her shirt, cupping her breasts. Slowly, I undid each button of her pink blouse with my teeth as my fingers found their way to her back, undoing her bra strap. Once she was free, I lifted the veil that covered her and began licking her nipples, a lovely contrast of pink on the pale beige of her skin. 

Her nipples perked up, I could feel her chest heaving as her breathing quickened. She loved what I was doing to her. She was mine. I was teasing this poor girl so much, but I knew she loved every second of it. 

I undid her skirt and pressed my lips to her warm thighs. My breath was hot and I let her skin feel it, I let her feel every bit of longing inside me, every bit of passion. I let my tongue play over her black cotton panties already feeling the wetness, smelling that sweet smell that can only come from a woman's most private place. A woman's most beautiful area. 

"Ohhh Christy," She moaned. I was having so much fun teasing her, but I figured I'd made her wait long enough. "Please touch me there, I want it so bad."

"You want it?" I whispered, "Are you sure you do?"

"Yesss, please..."

"Hmm... you've been such a good girl, I'll give you what you want."

I pulled down her panties, and she eagerly complied. Ohhhh the smell was so much stronger now. I was excited as well, I couldn't wait to have my first taste of pussy. I pressed my lips to hers, I kissed her wet pussy lips and let my tongue slide between them. Quickly, I found her button and pressed it slightly, doing small circles around it. I would go down lower, plunging inside of her. Much to her delight my tongue was long and explored her inner walls, each crevice dripping wet. I wrapped my arms on her burning thighs as she squirmed. 

"Ohhhhh, ahhhhhhh" She moaned. And I found that I too was moaning. This was so amazing, having her at my mercy, giving her so much pleasure. My pace quickened and her body quivered as she reached her peak. Her nipples hardened, she arched her back as she came all over my hungry lips. Wave after wave of pleasure zinged through her body as I rubbed by tongue on her sensitive clit. 

"Ohhhh, stop! It's too much," she begged. Her body twitched in pleasurable agony until her quaking subsided. 

She lay there heaving with her eyes closed, my sweet Lizzy. I took off my jeans and slid off my panties and slowly propped myself between her legs so our pussies were touching each other. Slowly I slid myself back and forth, rubbing my lips with her sensitive pussy. There was no protest from her. I knew she wanted more.

She raised herself slightly, resting her weight on her elbows as she moved to meet my pace. I placed my fingers between our lips, opening them, petal by petal until our buttons were in contact and rubbing together to our beat. I held tightly to her leg and shifted myself so I could reach her toes, letting my tongue tickle their webbing. 

I was so excited from before I couldn't hold on, "Oh God...". We exploded into orgasm together and melted into each other. 

Hours passed and we lay next to each other. She asked me to stay after all, my dear Lizzy. "Christy, I need you here with me... don't leave." I realized then that I loved her. I wanted the best for her. But to be honest, I wasn't sure I could stay. Something inside my soul told me it couldn't be that way. She was so frail in my arms... and I had never really known how to love. If I ever were to hurt her I'd...

She was my co-worker, classmate, student, friend, and now my closest companion.

I'm staying Lizzy, for your sake... but I don't know for how long. 



She



She ran a comb through her hair, her mind lost in thoughts of what was about to happen. God, it was going to be good. She couldn't remember the last time she'd wanted a good, hard fuck so badly, and her reflection in the candlelight only made it worse. After some deliberation, she had decided to wear a Catholic schoolgirl uniform, and now here she sat. Her white Oxford shirt was opened at the top to expose most of her chest and much of her black lace bra, and tied into a knot at the bottom to reveal her taught midriff. A tiny plaid kilt barely hid her damp pussy, and she had decided no panties would be necessary. The black stilettos were perhaps not a standard part of this particular costume, but she decided the effect was still quite sexy. After a moment's thought, she put on her reading glasses, deciding they contrasted the crimson lipstick nicely. She sent him a text, inviting him to come over, and then put on the finishing touch: a pair of handcuffs held her arms behind her back. She grinned at herself in the mirror: she looked like a total slut. Perfect. 

After ten minutes alone with the hungry throbbing in her clit, she finally heard him at the front door. A few minutes later, her door opened, and he walked in. "Hey.." he started, surprise at her predicament suddenly cutting him off. 

She tilted her head down and looked directly into his eyes. "Own me?" she requested, with a little pout.

He grinned his agreement. Already, a bulge was becoming obvious in his pants. He approached briskly. She leaned back, spread her legs, and bit her bottom lip. He arrived, and ran his hands over her: rough, possessive, making her body his. His hands moved over her tight stomach and down her smooth legs. He cupped her firm little breasts, and reached under her skirt to feel the dripping that this treatment was causing. He smiled, grasped the back of her head, and gently guided her to her feet. 

They kissed. She felt goosebumps spread over her at the contact. Kissing him was one of those things that cannot be remembered, only experienced, and the way it totally encapsulated her senses was always a bit of a surprise. This time was different, though; they were not sharing each other. He was taking her with his lips: it was hungry and almost frantic. When she wanted to pull back, he pushed forward just slightly, tugged her hair, bit her lip; when she wanted to kiss harder, he stopped briefly and held her forehead back with one hand. She shuddered with pleasure as his mouth moved to the nape of her neck, switching sides, moving down to her collarbone, drawing her earlobes into his mouth. He lifted her and pressed her back into the wall. She was feather-light, swept away, helpless, subjected. For now at least, she was his. 

He stopped and let her down. She stood in front of him, panting. He undid her shirt, reaching in to feel her exposed breasts. Anticipation filled her; she loved having her breasts touched and sucked on.

"My breasts," he told her, seeming to read her mind. She nodded slightly, knowing that refusal to comply would delay her pleasure. He smiled and bent down, kissing her chest gently but passionately. A gasp escaped her lips. He slowly worked his mouth around each breast, just avoiding the nipple, fondling the one not being touched with his free hand. Her nipples grew hard; the anticipation of their being sucked on mounted. Finally, he wrapped his mouth around a nipple and drew it in. She moaned; it felt amazing. She wanted to grab the back of his head and pull him closer, but was foiled by the handcuffs. He flicked his tongue over the tips and moved from breast to breast, sometimes sucking, sometimes nibbling.

"Ohhhhh," she groaned.

Then he changed his tactics. His tongue flattened, he ran it slowly but firmly over the nipple. Then he circled around and drew it into his mouth a few times. He repeated the process, alternating randomly between licks and sucks. After a few moments she caught on: he was playing his tongue over her breasts in the same way he would later over her clit. She could almost feel his tongue between her legs as she squirmed in pleasure and frustration. 

"I want you, I want you, oh God I want you," she managed to say between gasps.

He stopped and stood up. "Kneel."

She obeyed and looked up at him. He held out his hand with two fingers outstretched. "Suck."

She sucked. Her tongue played gently over the tips of his fingers as her lips wrapped around. She shifted a bit in the handcuffs, and he reached his other hand around to grasp the back of her head. She closed her eyes, imagining she was sucking a cock. He pulled her head forward, forcing her slightly. She felt like a toy, and loved it.

This too stopped. "Keep your eyes shut." She heard a zipper being undone, and opened her mouth slightly for what she knew was coming. His cock, rock hard and moist with precum, pushed its way through her lips and stopped.

"Lick."

She licked, swirling around the sensitive tip of his cock, paying extra attention to the ridge and the bottom. He groaned and pushed in further. Soon, he was fucking her mouth, and she struggled to provide suction as his cock moved in and out.

"Ahhhhhhh…"

She began to moan a bit herself, knowing that the sound and the vibration would stimulate him further. His thrusts grew more frantic and she licked faster

"You slut, you slut, ahhhhh oh God that feels good, oh suck my cock you fucking whore, oh god oh god you're mine I'm gonna come oh I'm coming I'm coming AHHH!"

He pulled out of her mouth at the last moment, and she watched he exploded onto her face. He pushed his cock back in: she licked gently, being sure to clean him of every drop.

"Turn around. Look at yourself."

She turned around and looked at herself in the mirror: tiny skirt on, face flushed, hair a mess, semen on her face.

"What do you look like?"

She didn't answer. He pulled her hair back, causing her to gasp.

"What do you look like?"

"A slut," she whispered.

"A what?"

"A slut."

"Louder."

"I look like a slut."

"Louder! What do you look like?!" He pulled her hair back harder.

"A SLUT! A SLUT! I LOOK LIKE A SLUT!" The humiliation stung, but her pussy just got wetter.

He let her go. "Good. Sit on the bed and spread your legs." She did so, and he pulled the mirror in front of her. "Is your cunt wet, slut?"

"Yes."

"Good. I'm going to lick it now."

This made up for everything, even the fact that her handcuffs prevented her from wiping her face clean. He knelt down in front of her and parted her legs. She sighed with delight. Gently, he pushed back her skirt, exposing her warm, soaking pussy.

He began to tease her with his tongue, running it over the pad where her pubic hair would be had she not waxed earlier. He licked up her outer lips and drew them gently into his mouth. He held his own lips tightly together as he did this, creating a wonderful friction. For what seemed an eternity he confined himself to these two areas. Her breathing again became heavy, as her frustration mounted. He began to gently play a single finger, then two, then a tongue on the opening of her pussy. The sensation was exquisite, but still just a tease; she needed more, needed him to suck on her clit.

His tongue got closer. He ran it up her inner lips, moved down to drink her juices, then flattened it and licked up her whole pussy, stopping at the clit. He took his tongue and gently swirled it around her, flicking at her clit just lightly enough that it wasn't satisfying, but frustrating. His breath warmed her most sensitive area. She writhed, moaned, and pouted.

"Pleaseah!" she started, cut off suddenly by his suddenly taking her clit into his mouth and sucking. Oh God, did it feel good. He sucked and sucked, then stopped and ran his tongue around his whole pussy. Back and forth he switched between her clit and the rest of her, the pleasure coming in waves as he sucked only to ebb slightly when he licked. She felt an orgasm start to build inside her, and her legs trembled. "AHHHHHHH…," she began to scream, then stopped. He had ceased to lick her at the most crucial moment.

She panted, in disbelief as much as frustration. He had held her to the brink of orgasm and then stopped. Now he was gently flicking his tongue over her clit, keeping her just on the edge. It was maddening, she couldn't think, all her senses were absorbed by her pussy and its single desire to be allowed to come. He stopped, blew on it, sucked a couple of times – her back arched at this – stopped again, swirled around. She was going insane; it was cruel; it was amazing. 

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh God, more, please more, please…" she panted, her chest heaving. A pair of fingers pushed within her, finding that sensitive point just inside her pussy and curling up to it. 

"AHHHH…."

But still, she couldn't come. She needed more clitoral stimulation for that, and he just wouldn't give it to her. She struggled against the handcuffs, now regretting her choice to wear them, wishing she could just reach down and let herself blissfully orgasm.

He stopped again and stood up.

"What do you want?"

"To come, I want to come, let me come please."

He pulled her vibrator out of its nearby cupboard.

"Do you want to come with this?"

"Anything, please, just finish me please"

His cock was again hard. He pushed her to the bed.

"Beg me to fuck you."

"Fuck me, fuck me please, oh God please fuck me" – his cock pushed at the entrance of her pussy, sending chills up her spine – "ahhhh yes, please, push it into me I want your cock"

"You do?"

"YES"

"Good." He put his hands on her hips and pushed into her with a firm, deep, thrust, grunting violently.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH," she screamed, again lost in pleasure and desire. He fucked her again and again, always deep, quick thrusts with tiny pauses in between.  "Thank me!" he commanded

"Thank you!" she half moaned, half screamed as his cock filled her. 

"Again!" 

"Thank you!" his cock pushed in again, nearly brining tears to her eyes.

"Keep saying it!"

"Thank you!" thrust "Thank you!" thrust "Thank you, oh God, thank you!" thrust thrust thrust – he took one hand off her side, turned the vibrator on, held it to her clit – "OH MY GOD, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, I'M COMING, THANK YOU FUCK ME THANK YOU FUCK ME FUCK ME AHHH AHHH AHHHHHHHH!" She came, waves of the most intense pleasure she had ever felt rocking from her clit and somewhere deep within her pussy up through her entire body. She writhed at the restraints and closed her eyes as they welled with tears . "THAAAAANK YOU AHHHH…". She felt a spreading warmth as he came into her. They collapsed together. He uncuffed her. They fell asleep.

Well, he fell asleep. She smiled slightly – he would regret having uncuffed her upon waking up….

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She stood at the window of her room for a few minutes enjoying the cool breeze that gently lifted the pale lavender sheers to each side. In the weeks to come, the breezes would change to the hot draughts of summer or would still to nothing at all. She wanted enjoy the caress of the soft flowing air on her naked body before attending to the afternoon's business. Today began the new search, an annual event she both enjoyed and dreaded. Sometimes the single week seemed not enough and other times she was forced to continue the interviews for days after finding her choice.

She sighed and turned back to the room. Her robes were laid out on the end of her bed. The maid must have done this for her while she was in the ceremonial baths. More than an hour had passed while she had been soaped and rinsed, oiled and perfumed. Another half hour was spent in solitary meditation. Now it was time to prepare to meet the men who had garnered appointments over the next seven days.

She took up the triangle of black silk and tied the thin strings that held it in place over her genitals. Few of the men would be allowed to remove that garment. Usually, in their hurry to please, the supplicants erred enough that she dismissed them summarily. Only those men who cared more for her pleasure and for the rise of the kundalini energy would be allowed to reach the point of touching her private places and a touch was all they were allowed. She slipped the thin black shift over her head and allowed it to drift into place, the hem reaching to just above her knees.

She turned to look at her reflection in the tall looking glass that stood in its ornate frame to one corner of the room. She was definitely not the young woman who had stood here shivering in anticipation thirty years ago. She had long since taken on the form of the older Matron Goddess and was starting to show signs of becoming a Crone Priestess. This would be her last year as the High Priestess. Young Celene would step into that role right after next year's Great Rite. She would have liked it to be this year but Celene had claimed to need one more year as the Maiden High Priestess. Another glance in the mirror told her that her breasts were still full if slightly closer to her waist than once was. Her legs, thighs and buttocks were still shapely but the waistline was much thicker. She sighed at the cadence of time; it had moved much faster than her concept of self.

She moved to the small wooden door at the back of her room and rapped twice. A preparatory maid entered with bowed head carrying the special oil on a tray inlaid with gold and silver symbols. She could not remember ever seeing this cloistered servant before. The young woman set the tray on the ground before her and knelt expectantly. She could not read if the young maid was anxious about performing the necessary functions or was anticipating the act. She reached over and cupped the woman's chin and lifted the face to look at her. The young woman's gaze showed delight at the honor of looking fully upon the face of the High Priestess. Anticipation it was then. She would allow the woman to perform her duty even though she often preferred to massage her own body into pleasurable submission. Her body must be fully pleasured before meeting any of the men so that she could be as objective as possible during the trials. As well, the lingering scent of sex would test the endurance and control of the supplicants.

She leaned in and kissed the maid fully on the mouth. That signal sent a shiver of pleasure through the young woman. Satisfied with her decision, she climbed past the robes on the end of the bed and lay down with eyes closed for the young woman to proceed. The flick of a tongue on her toes was surprising. Far too many of the preparatory maids were like the men, in too much of a haste, which was why she preferred to pleasure herself. This start suggested something better this time. The young woman's tongue continued up the inside of her calf, drawing lazy circles on the skin. At her knees, there was shift of position and the young woman caressed both calves until the sensation of jellied muscles occluded any sense of being solid. The massage slid above the knees and her thighs began to melt as well. The first flick of tongue on her inner thigh was electric. Caresses and kisses continued to climb her upper legs until reaching the edges of the black silk.

She felt the bed supports shift as the young woman moved to her side. A soft delicate hand slid beneath the shift and cupped her right breast. Thumb and forefinger pinched the nipple lightly and rolled it gently. The spark of passion that had begun in her loins during the leg massage was fanned to a flame for a moment. The woman's hand continued to massage her breast and nipple while the other hand slipped under the shift to copy the movements on her other breast. A soft kiss sounded on the edge of her ear and then the lobe was caught gently between even teeth. She pulled her breath in sharply only to be answered with a withdrawl of sensation.

She opened her eyes and reached out for the young woman, pulling her into a deep kiss. She allowed her tongue to slip between the young woman's lips and felt a response in the other body. She thought for a moment and decided she had the time to spend. Lifting the young woman's hands from her breasts, she pulled herself up to a sitting position. Let the goddesses be horrified and tradition be damned, she wanted her body available to this woman's touch without interference. She pulled the shift over her head and tossed it to one side. The triangle of silk at her crotch would stay but the woman could now have an open playground. The sharp intake of breath from the other woman reminded her that this decision was beyond the norm.

She reached up and caught the young woman by the back of the head, pulling her into another deep kiss. As their lips separated, her own were nipped lightly, bringing another flame of heat to her groin. The soft hands once again caressed her breasts, stopping only to lightly pull or twist her nipples. Slowly one hand worked its way down her body caressing and massaging as it went. The tongue joined the hands, alternating between sucking and nipping her breasts and making designs on her torso. As the young woman reached her pubis, the hand slipped under the triangle and cupped her mound. One finger traced along the line between the lips of her labia. Without warning, a moan escaped from her. The finger and hand withdrew.

A sifting of weight on the bed made her want to open her eyes again but this ritual was about meeting her body's sensual needs. She would trust in the obvious expertise of this lover. As this thought raced through her mind, soft kisses descended on her eyelids while fingers traced the outlines of her face. The kisses moved to the tip of her nose and then to her lips. The tongue tenuously parted her lips, demanding to be allowed within. She answered the flicker with her own. Tongue played with tongue darting in and out of both mouths. As she settled into enjoying the kisses, the hand reappeared on her genitals.

Deft fingers slipped under the silk and teased the edges of her labia. She could feel the entrance of her vagina become moist. She moaned and pressed hard against the hand, begging for more intimacy. The hand again disappeared. She almost cried out at the loss of touch. The kisses were now upon her nipples, bringing them to an erection that was as painful as pleasurable. Teeth raked the nipples sending sharp needles of desire straight to her loins. She wanted to grab the woman's hands and press them into her cave of carnality. As the wish formed in her mind, two fingers glided between her labia, feathered over her clit, and found the entrance. A harsh sigh of anticipation broke free from her.

As quickly as the fingers entered her private spaces, they left. Before she could react, the fingers returned, moving over her clit and going slightly more within. Each return went slightly deeper, driving her to the point of begging for more. Instead the fingers circled and teased her clit until it became hard. Now the two fingers became three, which started the dance again from the beginning. When four fingers began to move in and out, she thought she would lose all sense of control. At this moment the young woman could ask for the moon and stars and she would attempt to fly into the heavens. As it was, the young woman was making her feel weightless with her movements.

The fingers found her most sensitive spot on the front of her vaginal wall. She thrust her hips up both to allow better access and to give herself momentary release from the intense sensation. She felt the first spasm radiate from her groin to the tip of every nerve in her body. A flicking of a tongue descended onto her hard clit. She let out a short howl before biting it off. The pain on her lip only added to the sensations that now crashed like waves on a beach. Over and over, the young woman brought her to climax until she was completely spent. Then she was brought back down from the peak with soft kisses on her clit and labia lips. Finally the young woman brought the kisses to her lips and she tasted her own sex.

They lay side by side for a few minutes, not moving. She decided to let the appointees wait a little longer. She rolled over and began to repeat the young woman's actions. Surprise showed on the maid's face but she submitted to the caresses and kisses, joining in when she could. Together they brought one another to the top of the mountain again. They continued to share loving touches and embraces long after their needs had been thoroughly met. A soft knock on the door reminded her that she had a duty to perform. She exacted a promise of a daily return from her new lover. She had never known such complete satisfaction in the past. She was aware that she had also never before accomplished such complete control of her body's reactions. She felt sincere disappointment that she must now meet with the men who would be required to compete with what she had just experienced.



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This one's a little darker. Hope you enjoy.

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Gasp.

Shriek.

Vermilion rivulets.

Spasm, twitch.

Still.

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Rending flesh makes a distinctive sound. It's hard to describe. Like ripping apart your roast chicken. But wetter. The grind of straining cartilage, the snap of bone. The ragged, frantic tear of stretched muscle and flesh. The liquid spatter of blood and fluids. It's a sound you can only truly begin to describe once you've experienced it. Unfortunately, most who do are dead soon afterward. Brad did; and he was.

Brad had enjoyed more drinks than he should have. He'd had a bloody great night with the lads, but knew that he was going to regret it in the morning. He staggered from the door of the bar, the sound of laughter and the clink of glass fading as it closed behind him. The night was quiet and still in contrast. He fumbled in his pocket for his keys as he made his way unsteadily towards his car. He found them, dropped them and swore. He found them again after several minutes on his hands and knees groping drunkenly amongst the litter on the edge of the sidewalk. He struggled to his feet. And found religion.

Dust motes danced on the edge of the muddy pool of light cast by an aging streetlamp. A figure coalesced suddenly in the fringe between light and dark, and from the gloom strands of black hair floated toward the light. She stepped forward as if blown lightly by the wind. Fluid grace. Sensuous curves. Desire incarnate.

She was a study in sepia; her figure, hair, clothes, boots rendered in subtle, deep shades of grey. Only her eyes glinted light within the pools of shadow cast on her face from the dim lamp above. She leaned casually against the post, yet even her slouch expressed an invitation. Ecstasy promised; death assured.

She was conscious the illusion was good, but not perfect. She was getting better at portraying this gender of the human form, yet there were subtle discrepancies. A careful observer -- and Brad, it must be said, was not -- may have noted that her clothing fit rather too perfectly almost as if it were part of her; that a faint corona of dust particles seemed to weave in and out of the mane of hair which drifted too much for such a still night; that her skin was smooth and cool, unmarred by any blemish: no scars from childhood misadventures, no moles, no creases, no lines marking the passage of time and experience. And her eyes, which lacked any humanity at all.

But then, She wasn't human. Or more precisely, It wasn't human. It had been mimicking this form for a while now and had almost begun to think of itself in terms of the gender of the species it modelled. She. Yet the similarity was solely visual. A brave man may have ventured that there were also predatory traits in common. He would have regretted making the comparison.

Brad's thoughts were solely sexual as he followed the swaying hips of his Divine Vision into the dark alley beside the bar. If he had any thought for his safety, it was that She couldn't have been armed. It would have been impossible to conceal any sort of weapon underneath such tightly fitting clothes. She turned the corner and stopped, out of sight of the street. She crooked a finger at him and he stumbled toward her as he unbuckled his jeans.

He found himself on his back on the cracked, dirty concrete. Above him, twin orbs of glittering starlight within a curtain of jet black hair. A faint smell. Decay, rot. But then this was the alley next to the bar. He felt her hand grasp his rigid shaft and he groaned. His jeans were around his thighs exposing his groin for the action to come. His cock was hard and throbbing. He couldn't remember her stripping, yet she was now magnificently naked as She crouched over him. Her full, firm breasts and dark nipples proud and obvious, even in the dim light. He saw She was hairless between her legs and he shivered with delight as she lowered herself slowly and soundlessly onto him.

He was faintly surprised through the haze of alcohol flooding his system. He did not feel the moist warmth he expected. Oh, the sensation was incredible, but it was the cool silk of liquid mercury rather than the usual soft, hot texture of female flesh. But his need was raging within him and there was no denying the exquisite pleasure his aching cock was experiencing as she moved slowly up and down him. Her breasts bounced as she rode him; mesmerising, tantalising, encouraging.

He knew he would cum shortly. White hot heat gathered within him and he reached the point beyond which male ejaculation is both imminently anticipated and inevitable. He thrust his hips up hard against her pelvis to sink himself deeply within her. She raked her fingernails across his chest and he felt a moment of ecstatic agony as it combined with the intensity of his sexual pleasure. She moved her hands around his shoulders, stroking, scratching, and then traced the line of his jaw sharply with her finger. He would explode within her within seconds. And then She broke his neck.

Almost. She had carefully severed a select portion of the spinal cord, immobilising his limbs. Brad was so consumed by the waves of pleasure about to erupt within him that it took him a moment to figure out that something was wrong. He was unable to move. The blood coarsing through him redirected itself in the absence of peripheral movement and further engorged his already swollen member. He could feel the skin of his shaft and the knob of his head swell and stretch to the point of pain. His orgasm would be intense, phenomenal; unlike he had ever experienced before and he screamed with triumph as his thick, white semen erupted from him, bursting into her like a torrent. She smiled in satisfaction as she tore out his eye.

He screamed again and She shuddered as she absorbed the combined effects of his pleasure and searing agony. Small barbs now held him within her and tore at his cock as She continued to ride him through his final orgasm. Blood mixed with semen. She suddenly stood and he shrieked as the sudden movement tore strips of skin and flesh from his once-proud member.

Pleasure dissipated, but the pain remained as he watched her from his remaining eye, gore running in rivulets from her groin and down her legs to drip onto the ground around her. His gore. Horror added to fear as he managed to look down at the wreckage of his penis. Lacerated flesh, blood pumping, chunks of him spattered across his hips and stomach. He'd lost control of his bowels and he could smell his own shit. His fear bordered on insanity as the last vestiges of pleasure completely fled from him.

She crouched again over him, licking the blood from his ruined socket. She pulled at the ruins of his orb with her teeth to make the blood well, bright and red. He screamed again, pain and primal fear from the depths of his being. She held a finger in front of his eye and he watched as it shifted form, narrowing and extending into a claw. His scream this time was cut short as She tore out his vocal chords.

She knew now that his remaining vital capacity was limited. Calmly She set about extracting as much pain and horror as possible from him. She cut out his tongue. Shaved strips of flesh slowly from his face and held them up for him to see. Tears welled from the remaining eye and She used the salt water to enhance the agony from his ruined flesh. She cut off the nipples from his heaving chest. She sliced open his balls from their sac and ate them in front of him. She sliced open his gut and unwound his bowel, carefully placing the still functioning organs where he could see them.

He longed for death. She had skilfully kept him on the edge of consciousness. On the brink of agony beyond which the brain forces itself into dark oblivion; a deliberate denial of experience while it awaits the final outcome of stress and shock and an opportunity for recovery. There would be no recovery from this though. Perhaps She read this in his eye. Perhaps for a moment an expression of compassion flitted across her face. She reached back and punched a clawed hand into his gut, burying it up to the elbow as She probed underneath his rib cage to clutch his heart. She ripped it from him and held it up for him to see. As his vision faded, he saw it beat once, twice. Then ribbons of blood oozed from between her fingers and cascaded down her arm as She squeezed it to a pulp, flecks of warm flesh spattering his ruined body.

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Still. Silent. Had anything been heard within? No, the faint sounds of human activity continued unchanged.

She could feel the body beneath her subtly begin the process of deterioration now that its life force was gone. The blood and fluids seeping from the shattered form gleamed dully as they coalesced into pools in irregularities in the concrete. She remained motionless awhile longer to watch the thermal patterns in the flow. Then her form seemed to melt, collapsing and flowing around the corpse. Seconds later that too was gone, rising like a mist to disperse in the evening air.

A withered shell remained. Paper-dry skin shrunk around bleached bones. Skull fragments. A stray tooth: stark against bright fabric. Linen shirt, designer jeans, a Seiko watch; the barely crumpled clothing combining oddly with the desiccated residue of what, only minutes before, had been a living being.

She was an aberration in this plane of existence. An energy flux had stranded her, much like flotsam washed onto a foreign shore. It was a temporary, yet She was powerless to do anything other than wait for the coalition of necessary conditions. She would use the time to renew her strength against the demands of a departure She was sure would be as taxing on her resources as her untimely arrival. She had quickly adapted, identifying that the fringes of the society of this dominant species offered the simultaneous advantages of easy prey and refuge. She hunted by night and retreated by day. She could function diurnally, but offsetting the constant energy barrage from the solar orb of this system was draining. Besides, hunting was easier by night.

She did not fear detection, but it was her nature to be prudent. It was almost impossible to harm her physically, but exposure to some energy forms was dangerous. And so She hunted with care and caution, changing her haunts regularly and varying her kill patterns.

Police detectives were seriously concerned, but at a loss. Times of death did not match the apparent age of the remains. Spatter patterns which should have been blood weren't. Or more correctly were the absence of blood; the locations clearly evident in the grime of walls and floors. Bone damage matched no easily identifiable weapon. Nothing taken (other than life), no motives, no links, and no clues.

She was not evil. She was neither malicious nor cruel. She was simply a predator and, though we are keen because of our fear to assign human motivations to expert hunters like tigers and sharks, the reality is that they function on instinct devoid of emotion. So did She. She did not cause pain for pleasure: it was simply food. She did not create horror for satisfaction: it was merely energy. She fed off the electromagnetic aura generated by neural activity and had quickly discovered that the intensities associated with pain and pleasure in this species generated the most satisfying spectrums. Similarly, She did not 'drink' the blood of her victims in the conventional sense. Her body absorbed fluids at the cellular level, converting their components as a source of fuel and trace minerals.

She could feed from any life form, but had acquired a 'taste' -- not that She had that sense in the way we understand it -- for the combination of neural energies and elemental substances of the human species. No other life-forms on this planet provided such a high energy return ratio. Oh, there were other species, but they either required higher energy outputs to trap and kill or provided only base energy rewards. It was her good fortune, She marvelled, that such an advanced life-form was so simple to prey upon.

She had found it most effective to mimic the female of the species. The males were evidently dominated by visual stimuli which She could easily replicate. Not that the male form was hard to copy: if anything it was easier. No, the problem had been that females were sensitive to a broader range of environmental factors and that smell and touch in close proximity were of more importance to them than to the males. She could not effectively replicate the texture of human skin. Neither could She generate a convincing enough reproduction of human pheromones to mask her latent scent. It was not strong, but there was a faint odour associated with the by-products of her energy conversion processes. The result was that it was far more difficult to lure and trap females than males.

She needed only one more kill. She would take advantage tonight of alignments within this planetary systems' configuration to escape it, provided She could secure a small extra increase to her energy store.

She had thought about staying. This world provided bountiful sustenance. However, She would soon reach critical mass. Her kind was very few in number and reproduced by division, much like simple cells. What made her such an effective hunter in her ability to form and phase shift, was also a substantial risk during reproduction. The difficulty lay in consciously separating the collective forces of her molecular structure. It could not be attempted except in the most neutral of environments. Even then, there was a strong probability that separation would be abortive or, even if initially successful, that the two new entities would immediately turn and destroy each other. To attempt it in her current environment was suicidal.

One more kill, and She needed it quickly. Speed, not subtlety was now essential.

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Charlie was on edge. He hated the late shift. Walking home in the early hours of the morning from the bus stop gave him the willies. It was a fairly safe neighbourhood, but he'd always been a little bit afraid of the dark. The world was different at night. Sounds were muted. Colour was washed out. It unnerved him and his imagination ran riot.

The sound of his footsteps on the sidewalk echoed up the street. He scrutinised every patch of shadow ahead for potential danger and breathed easier once he was past. Only a block to go. Then he stopped. Had he seen movement in the shadow under that elm stretched over the pavement ahead of him? His heart raced, pulse throbbing. Sweat broke out on his forehead and his hands felt clammy. 

It was as though a part of the gloom coalesced. Then a female shape walked slowly toward him out of the patch of shadow beneath the tree. He breathed a sigh of relief. She drew level with him and was about to murmur a courteous 'good evening' when She firmly grasped his arm and pulled him close. She was very attractive and her face was only inches from his. He opened his mouth in surprise; which was a mistake.

She leant in as if to kiss him. But instead, at the moment of contact, her form began to liquefy. He froze in sudden and urgent terror as her features melted and he felt a cool smoothness invade his mouth and flow down his throat. And then She was gone, the last wisps of matter sucked into him like a vacuum. He stared in shock, disbelieving, searching for where She had gone. The street was silent and empty. He patted his body, his clothes. Touched his face, probed his mouth. Then he registered a cold, hard weight in his stomach. It was the last thing he felt.

She had contracted and solidified her form. This was not quite true, scientifically speaking. Her structural elements were always solid: small spheres of molecular conglomerates mere microns across. But her ability to manipulate the inter-molecular forces, changing their degrees of separation made it appear as though her form shifted between liquid, gas or solid phases. Now it was consolidated tightly, having absorbed a little of this beings fluids as She invaded his body. The mucus and acids of his digestive tract were even now being slowly transformed. Energy uptake would be rapidly increased by a decrease in density, both of herself and her host.

It could be said that Charlie exploded. The forces generated by the almost instantaneous expansion from within him liquefied his physical form. But not a drop of blood, flesh or bone fell to the street. The cloud of red mist that had been Charlie had turned grey within a fraction of a second, his essences quickly absorbed. The grey miasma swirled for a moment longer then was gone.

A faint shadow passed briefly over the moon.

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Shoelace.

Button.

Shattered glasses.

Briefcase.

Silence.

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It's a rainy Sunday morning in Summer. One of those dull days with drizzle coming down that threatens to not stop all day. I wake up late. The party last night was a blast, and we didn't get home until early this morning. I lay there and reflect on my impressions of the event.

It was one of those fetish parties with many odd people to see and talk to. Gays and dames in leather outfits, slaves with their Masters or Mistresses, swingers looking for some exchange. There were several shows throughout the night, bondage, erotic, gays, and one initiation of a very young slave girl. And then, just before the party was over, there was a slave auction.

You had taken me there. I hadn't known where we were going. The only thing I knew was that you wanted me shaved and dressed in a very kinky outfit with a skirt that was so short that you actually couldn't call it a skirt. I was not to wear any underwear. Before we left you applied the golden tag to my pussy ring that would tell everyone getting close to me that this cunt was your very own property.

I felt a little awkward walking around like this. The tag would make a very soft but audible jingle with every step and I felt very exposed to the view of anyone around. But I felt you content and proud of me, and that was all I needed to be comfortable.

Before we entered the building where the party took place you fixed the black leather collar around my neck and applied the thin chain to it. I hadn't worn this in years and never in public, so I was shocked and I felt embarrassed about anyone seeing me like that. I could tell that you were enjoying the emotions pictured on my face: insecurity, anxiety, fear. A couple walked by on the sideway and they couldn't take their stare off this strange woman with the leather collar and the chain. I wished the ground would just open beneath my feet and I could disappear from their view. But you only pulled slightly on the chain and made me follow you through the main door into the building. It was dark inside. I felt anxious as I followed you through another door into the actual party room. It was a large room with small tables, some placed around some kind of center stage, some at the walls, in form of little séparés. The lights were dim and I could see people taking drinks, smoking, watching others, talking and laughing. You led me to a bar in one corner of the room and ordered us some drinks. You pulled a bar stool over for me to sit on. I was to sit on it facing the room, with my legs open for people to see my shaved lips and my tag, while the direct view on my cunt was even more faciliated for everyone since I was sitting elevated on a bar stool. You stood next to me and held the end of the chain loosely in your hand. You didn't talk to me, just watched me in my agony. I could tell that you were getting aroused by the situation and I tried to not show my anxiety and embarrassment. In spite of the situation I felt myself getting wet with excitement.

The first shows started and I was glad that the attention of everyone was drawn to the stage. There were two gay men in leather outfits with chains and bare chests who dripped hot wax on each other's bodies, exchanged deep kisses, and in the end one of them took the other one's cock in his mouth after having taken one good sip from a champagne glass. Then there were some other shows that I couldn't really concentrate on anymore. The drinks I had taken were taking their toll and I had to pee badly. I tried to draw your attention to me to tell you I needed to go to the bathroom. You didn't turn around, but just told me that if I wanted anything I would have to get on my knees on the floor and ask you for it. I was shocked. I thought I would never be able to do this in front of all these people. I was used to being on my knees in front of you during our role games, but that was usually at home with nobody around. This was different. There were enough people around who were already very much interested in my exposed private parts. They would surely notice me getting on my knees, pleading you for permission to release my bladder. So I tried to stay seated and concentrated on clenching my muscles. That was almost impossible with my legs open. When you realized that I didn't intend to give up the fight against nature too soon, you made me stand next to you with my legs open and my hands behind my back. This way I could hold it for only some minutes before I knew that if I didn't get to a toilet soon, I would just have to let go right there and then.

I slowly got on my knees in front of you. I kept my eyes down to not see people watching this scene. 'Please, Master. Let me go to the toilet,' I murmured. 'I can't hear you. I think you need to speak up a little from down there.' 'Please', I said louder, 'Please, Master, let me go to the toilet'. I saw the feet of some guys standing next to us turn into my direction. I could feel their stares on me. By now my eyes were filled with tears, partly from the pain my full bladder was causing me, partly of embarrassment. You allowed me to get up and follow you to the restrooms. Without hesitating you chose the men's door and led me inside. There were two guys standing at the pissoirs and I could see them doing their business from the side. Neither of them bothered to cover up. It seemed that they were enjoying being watched. You turned towards me and pulled my skirt up to my waist before you led me into one of the stalls and closed the door only halfway. 'Sit down, but don't let go before I tell you to. Look into my eyes'. I sat down and now it really hurt to hold back. My eyes locked with yours. You put your hand between my legs and slowly pushed your finger between my lips and into my cunt. The same moment you told me to pee, your finger pressed forward into my bladder. I felt an intense sting of pain when the first gush finally left my aching body. Shivers and goosebumps ran down my arms and made my nipples get hard. It seemed ages before the flow finally subsided and then stopped all the way. You started to massage my clit with your thumb until you felt it getting hard. And just as I started to enjoy the feeling, you gave my clit a final hard pinch and drew your hand back. I felt empty and humiliated, being treated without the usual tenderness and care of my needs. You told me to turn around and bend over. With a casual movement you dried me off with a piece of paper and pulled my skirt down. This was one of the worst moments of the evening. I felt you very far away from me and I started to wonder if you had any feelings for me at all. I knew that there was my partner, my friend, my lover, somewhere inside you, but I could not feel him anywhere close. I wanted badly to just run away from there and hide from the world inside our bed, the place where you had treated me with tenderness so many times.

But I composed myself and decided to endure whatever else you had in mind for that night. I tried to find my own pleasure in this game, knowing that I could trust you and put myself into your hands.

We went back to the bar and I was again seated on the bar stool, facing the crowd around the stage, showing off your lips, your ring and tag. Some men would start talking to you once in a while, asking you about your slave, asking if they could touch me or use my service for their pleasure. But you would tell them that they could see me, but as long as the chain was in your hands they would not be allowed to touch me in any way.

The next hour should turn out to be pure agony.

The speaker announced the slave auction. He said that there was one nomination of a slave girl to be sold, and some nominations of slaves that could be bid on, to rent them for an hour in a separated room adjacent to the party room. You turned around and took a deep look into my eyes. I couldn't believe that you had actually put me out there for rent. I started begging you with my eyes to draw back, to take me home and stop all this. But you just turned back around towards the stage.

I was fighting my own private battle inside. I knew that I had my safeword and that if I told you this word everything would be over in just a minute. We would go home and I would be able to talk about my feelings with you. We would take this excursion as a chance to know each other better, to use the experience for further adventures into this world we both loved so much. But then I thought that I would not want to disappoint you by running away. I knew that I was safe with you. You knew my limits and you would not do anything that would go beyond them. This was just one of your games that would bring me very close to them. It excited you, and I knew that if I pleased you tonight, I would have my very own pleasure in your pride of me.

So I straightened my shoulders and waited for things to come. The speaker asked all the slaves free for bidding to be brought on the stage. I felt like in a slow-motion movie when you took the chain and led me up the few stairs onto the wooden platform. There were already some girls standing in a row, and you placed me at the left end, next to a tall blonde girl about my own age. Then you let go of your end of the chain and left the stage. I could see you walking back to my now empty bar stool to watch the scene. A man started to strip the first girl from her clothes. I could tell her embarrassment and shame when he took all her clothes away from her and left her standing naked in the lights. He continued with the other girls, and finally it was my turn. He pulled the zipper of my skirt. It was one of those zippers that went all the way from the bottom to the top, so when it was open, my skirt just fell off my hips. My top was buttoned all the way in the front. So all he needed to do was open all the buttons and slip the straps over my shoulders. I tried to focus my mind on something else, on something in my imaginary world. It worked a little but all the time I could feel eyes on my body like burning flames. The man came back with a thick black pen, and each of us was marked with a different number on her left thigh.

The bidding started quickly. They began with the girl that was stripped first. She was the one to be sold to a new Master. I was shocked about this. I hadn't known that this actually exists. To me it would be absolutely out of question to let anyone else decide on my life in such a way. The life I led was my own choice, I had my 'normal' life with my job and my friends, and I had this 'secret world' that I discovered and that I enjoyed with you, the man I loved. The girl was sold after about fifteen minutes to a tall silent guy with no expression on his face. I felt sorry for her when she followed him off the stage. She seemed broken and without any spirit. I decided to ask you more about this another time. I wanted to know your feelings and thoughts about this.

Now men were invited on the stage to test the merchandise. They would be able to touch us in any way they wanted, but only with their hands. I looked over to where you stood and for the second time this night my eyes locked with yours. I knew that watching me being humiliated in this way excited you very much, but I also knew that it would be hard for you to watch these strangers touching the most private parts of my body. So I looked at you and I tried to assure myself as much as you by finding strength in your eyes. This was something I did for you and me only. I loved you and I knew where I belonged and whom I wanted to be with. None of these men around me would be able to even get close to only touching any of my feelings. And anything that would happen to me that night I would do only for you.

A small fat guy came up on the stage. I could almost feel his cold sweaty fingers on me even before he touched me. He seemed to be interested in the tall blonde next to me, and I could see the disgust on her face. He ran his fingers over her tits, pinched here and there, touched her hips, her thighs. Then his hands wandered up her inner thighs and penetrated her cunt with one fast and fluent motion. I could see her body twitch of surprise. He kept his fingers inside of her for a while, as if to test how narrow she was. His thumb was torturing her clit as if he wanted to make her come right there. The speaker finally asked him to not continue and wait until he paid for this girl to get his share. He seemed really angry and turned towards me. I was afraid of this man now. He was furious and he turned his anger towards me. I couldn't protect myself. He told me to turn around and bend over. I was desperate and I tried to look at you, but I couldn't see you at the place you had been before. Could it be that you had just left me there on my own? He whirled me around and pushed my shoulders forward. I almost stumbled but tried to stay on my feet. As soon as I was bent over and my ass cheeks had parted a little, he used one hand to spread them and the index finger of the other one pushed into my tight hole. I had never felt so cheap, low and humiliated before. His hands felt like a butcher's feeling a piece of meat for its quality. Again he was stopped by the speaker, and he was told to return to his seat. I hoped he would not bid on me. When I got back into a standing position, I froze. You were standing next to me, facing the blonde. Your eyes were on me, and I knew that you had enjoyed watching the rough treatment I was receiving from the 'butcher'. Your hands ran gently over the blonde's body, and all the time you were looking straight into my eyes. My stomach started to twist when I saw that she was obviously enjoying your touch. Was this jealousy? If it was I never wanted to feel this again. There was a short moment of overflowing hate inside of me, and I could have killed anyone close to me then.

The speaker announced the start of the bidding and I exhaled with relief when you and all the other men stepped off the stage and back to the seats.

It seemed that the butcher was interested in the blonde. They started with her. I was to be second right after. He started right off with a pretty high amount. You went just a little higher. You were bidding on that blonde! There was this little smirk on your face. You seemed to be really having fun with this. I was fuming. I knew that you could tell with one look at me what I was going through. And you just kept torturing me by keeping that fat guy's pace in raising the amount to an unbelievable level. The guy was getting tentative with his words. He wouldn't go much higher. And then you stopped suddenly and he got this girl for an incredible sum. So you hadn't intended on having her at all. It was just a nice torture game you had been thinking of.

They started with me then. The fat guy was gone, you didn't even bother to raise your voice. It seemed like nobody was even interested in me. Then, from the very back of the room there was an offer. I couldn't see who it was, but I knew that I had heard that voice somewhere before. Nobody replied to his bid, so I was sold for rent for almost nothing. People in the audience started chucking and talking about me. Here I was, a cheap little slut nobody wanted to have. I felt crushed. My head down, I was not interested in the other girls anymore. I couldn't look at you. I was sure you would be very disappointed of me.

After a while everybody could go on stage and lead his girl for the evening away into one of the adjacent separate rooms provided for the girls to serve their temporary masters. My chain moved and I looked into the face of the tall guy who had bought the little slave girl who was sold first. I knew then where I had heard that voice before. He was a guy I used to work with at my former office. He had always made moves on me and I had never liked him. Then, one night at a coworker's party he had gotten too close and I had just poured my drink right over his face. I remember that he had been furious then, and that he had sworn revenge. I had laughed at him and asked him when he would dare take revenge on me....

To Be Continued...



She



The sun woke her up; shining onto her half-covered naked body. She was lying in her own bed, for once, she noted as she lay in her 400-thread Egyptian cotton sheets, enjoying the sun warming her full breasts. Waking up in the sunlight always put a smile on her face and today was no exception.

She propped herself up to survey the scene; long lightly tanned legs, courtesy of regular gym visits and just as regular spray tans, reached down, and were tipped with a vamp red varnish. Red nails always meant she was ready for a new challenge. Well, new man. No, not that either. Ready to be fucked. She smiled. Definitely need a good shag.

In the early morning light her breasts looked even more exquisite than normal; large but still in proportion to her slim 5' 8" size 10 figure, with large rose-pink nipples, slightly erect. She liked her breasts. If you've got them flaunt them was her motto. Her sheet was half on the floor, only covering her toned stomach and right leg, while the rest of her was basking in the heat and light.

She looked at the clock and saw she had forty-five minutes until she needed to leave. What can I do for forty-five minutes, she wondered to herself, before smiling. She knew. It happened most mornings. Particularly when she'd been looking for a man. Last night was full of creeps and sixth-formers, so it was a no-go. Something had to do. Today, it would be her newest purchase.

It rested in her bedside cabinet, bottom drawer. 9" of rippled lilac latex, with just enough space for 4 batteries. 5 speeds, tapered end, appropriate for anything and everything. She reached across and retrieved her new playmate. She flicked it on to number 2, and watched it ripple into life, feeling her pussy instantly get wet and her clit begin to throb with wanting. 

She began on her left breasts, running the vibe in circles, getting increasingly smaller. She stopped herself short of allowing it to touch her nipple, before swapping and circling her right breast. She liked to tease herself. Gets the pussy nice and wet, she thought to herself. 

Her nipples hardened the closer the vibe got and were screaming for someone to suck and nibble them. But in a man's absence, she pinched her left nipple hard while pressing her vibrator down onto her right. A soft moan escaped her lips, and she was sure she could feel the pulsing in her pussy. She repeated and swapped many times, each time feeling her cunt heat up and slicken her pussy lips.

She kept squeezing her left nipple as she began trailing her latex friend down her stomach. She flicked it up to number 4 and inched it lower and lower until it rested in her minimal strip of pubic hair. She was ready; dripping with desperation. She threw back her sheet and felt the sun hit her most intimate area. She could smell her scent, musty and pure woman. She loved her smell, almost as much as she loved her taste. She remembered the first time she'd touched herself. Aged 11. Accompanied by her best friend Marie. She exploded themselves and each other, not really knowing what they were doing. All they knew was touching each other 'there' felt good. She remembered the first time she'd probed Marie's cunt. She was surprised at how hot and wet it was, and that Marie really enjoyed it when she rubbed the top bit sticking out in small circles. They'd never brought each other to orgasm, as they didn't know how, but they explored each others cunts on a very regular basis. 

The first time she smelled that delicious scent was after she finger fucked herself and Marie. She hadn't washed her hands and went to have dinner with her family. She smiled as she remembered sneezing then running her fingers under her nose. And it hit her. The smell of sneaking around, doing things she knew she'd be in trouble for. About pushing her finger into another girl when other girls wanted a boyfriend. As she grew older, she began to love the salty, tangy smell and taste she had, leaving behind the taboo it had, and embracing it as a gift.

Now she was thankful for those times. It made her totally aware of what she liked and how to get herself off. She opened herself wider and once more began teasing herself. She ran the rippling vibe up and down the inside of her thighs, each time missing her pussy, making it beg for company.

Eventually, when she could feel that the sheets below her were soaked, she took the vibrator to her pussy. She began at her slick opening and slowly pulled it up towards her clit. As it hit her, she curled her toes and whimpered at its intensity on her sensitive bud. When she thought she would explode, she began the downwards stroke and began the movement again. 

She ran the vibe up and down, up and down, each time bringing herself closer and closer to the crescendo of pleasure building deep within her cunt and spreading out through her body, making every part of her hum with anticipation.

When her clit was throbbing and her pussy was trembling, she put the vibe to her opening. She turned it to 5 and prepared herself. It was more powerful than any of her other playmates, and she was almost scared of the orgasm it would produce. She pushed her pussy into the air, and plunged the vibe in, almost up to the hilt.

She screamed with the pleasure and simultaneous pain it produced and instantly she felt the waves of her first orgasm build. She began pumping her pussy, matching the ripples perfectly, milking every vibration for all its worth. She pumped for less than a minute before she screamed with delight as the waves of her orgasm swept around her body. Everything tingled and her pussy was clenching and releasing around her latex friend, in eye-watering intensity. She loved coming. 

For a moment she left the vibe pulsing in her cunt, as she took her hands and began kneading her breasts, waiting for her clit to become less sensitive. She imagined male company, suckling at her breasts, while he slowly stroked her hot, sopping pussy allowing her a cooling off time before starting again. But in his absence it was put to her to pleasure herself.

As she calmed, she returned her hand to her vibe and began running it up and down her already damp mound, enjoying every second of Speed Number 5. Again, when she felt her orgasm building she rammed the vibe into her cunt and fucked it, edging her closer and closer.

Suddenly she came again; round after round of throbbing and contracting, screaming and simpering took over her body to the point of passing out. Her fingers and toes were tingling like she had pins and needles, and her nipples were so hard they were beginning to hurt, not that she cared. Coming was the best sensation a woman could experience. And she loved it. 

When her orgasm abated, she removed her playmate and switched it off. In her half-dazed state, she brought it to her lips and flicked her tongue around the tip. She really did taste good, she thought. She began sucking it, each time taking more into her mouth, allowing her to make sure she didn't waste a drop of her juices.

She wiped off her saliva and replaced her vibe from where it came. A good investment, she mused as she sat up on the bed, careful not to touch her tender clit. She inspected her juices on the bed, checked the clock. A sure sign of a good time, she reflected. Lost in her own thoughts, she looked out of the curtains. Today's going to be good, she thought as she stood up to shower.

The End



She



Inspired By James T. Edited By Thefcknfresh

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Mmmmm...Finally home. Man, it's been a long day.

Dark, shades drawn and that smell... sweet, citrusy, kinda sexy. Hmmmm ...

As your eyes adjust, you see the gentle flicker of candle light coming from down the hall. You think, Now what is she up to?

She.

She never ceases to amaze me. She is sweet and sassy... the perfect combination of sugar, spice... and everything naughty. She's soft and sexy, with a passion that burns fiery hot... and I can't get enough.

As I round the corner, her back is to me, so I take a step back to see what's up.

She's not what you might be expecting, but so much more than I ever thought possible. She is an Earth Mother type with thick thighs and a gravity defying ass. Big breasts and large, ultrasensitive nipples... and the sounds she makes when pleasured? Well, it makes me hard just thinking about it.

I don't want her to be disappointed that her surprise is ruined, so I retreat a safe distance and call out, "Babe, you here?"

"In back," she says.

She greets me with soft lips and scantily clad body. "I drew you a bath," she murmurs as she leads me to the bathroom. She turns to face me and slowly unbutton my shirt. I give her a questioning look and she lays a finger against my lips to quiet me. She kneels and removes my shoes. I feel her hands sliding up my thighs and I look down and she meets my gaze as she undoes my belt and with a tug my pants and boxers are on the floor. I lift one foot, then the other and watch her toss them in a pile. She sits back on her heels and I can feel her eyes on me... almost like a caress. She leans forward and comes within an inch of my cock.

Again, our eyes meet and this time mine half closed for a second as she wraps her hand around me. I force myself to focus. I don't want to miss this. My eyes lock on her beautiful face as her tongue slides out. She teasingly licks and nibbles around the head of my member as her nimble fingers slowly move up and down my shaft squeezing gently. She now has my full attention and removes her hand and starts long lazy licks from balls to tip. I put my hands on her shoulders to study myself. She licks my sack and blows gently. God, she knows me so well.

Soon, she locks her sexy lips around the head and begins to suck, flicking her tongue all around it. Wrapping her fingers around the base, she turns her eyes back to me as she takes me deeper. I rest my hand on her head and enjoy the sensation. She likes it a little rough, and who am I to disappoint?

I wrap my fingers in her hair and push my cock into her throat. Her eyes glisten and she swallows me. I pull out, except for the head, and stroke back in balls deep. I throw my head back and start to fuck her face. "That's it, baby... suck that dick." If I don't stop soon this will be over a lot sooner than I anticipated.

I take a step back and she stands, gesturing for me to get into the tub and I do as she commands. Her hands slide over my chest as she soaps me. Down, down her hands go disappearing under the water. I tense in anticipation of her touch, but instead her hands slide up my thighs. Teasing little wench. My cock bobs in reflex and she smiles wickedly... and without missing a beat she stands up and walks out.

"I think you can manage the rest by yourself."

I stare, slack jawed, in the direction she has disappeared in. As reality sets in, I jump up and grab a towel. Oh, she's gonna get it.

I find her lying on her tummy on the bed... naked. I grab her by the ankle and drag her toward me. "You have been a very bad girl."

She rolls over and I am treated to her complete nakedness. Still holding on to that ankle, I push her legs wide apart and stand between them. My turn.

"You teased me... then you just left."

"I'm sorry."

"Liar... but you will be."

My lips meet hers in a harsh kiss and my mind explodes with incoherent ramblings, only focusing on one word: "TAKE".

I feel a spark of heat as our kiss goes supernova. She wraps herself around me and again my mind screams "TAKE". She tears at the towel and I'm free. She guides me into her and cries out as I slam home inside her. Again, pressing deeper. She cries out again and she hides her face in the crook of my shoulder. I know I should be gentle, but I need her. One last lunge and

I hear her sob my name against my neck. I raise up a bit and kiss her lips, and she give me a smile. "I'm sorry, baby," I say.

With a wicked glint in her eye, she says "Liar... but you will be."

As I slide deeper inside of her she moans my name, "J.T.". She likes it slow and deep, and I give her just what she needs. Sighing and moaning, she sings my praises. I feel her squeezing me and her voice breaks and I know she's coming.

"That's it, baby... cum for daddy," I whisper in her ear.

Her back bows and her legs lock around me. "Mmm, fuck me baby... God, it's so good," she says breathlessly. I roll over, taking her with me, and she finds herself impaled. She places her hands on my chest and starts to grind her pussy down the length of my cock.

"Damn, baby." I start teasing her nipples and she moans loudly. I know that sound well. I grab her hips and give her two deep strokes before she stiffens and starts to tremble.

"Come with me," she gasps.

I roll her on her back and pound her with the full length of my cock. She starts to cum again. I can't hold back and with my last stroke, I utter her name, "Kitty," as I fill her when squirt after squirt of my hot thick cum. She chuckles breathlessly and I give her a weird look.

She says, "See, I told you would be sorry."

I pull her close and whisper, "Never".



She



She stepped to the window and looked down the few stories to the street below, peering at it in the way a lion might regard a potential kill from an elevated distance. Thoughts flooded her mind of all the sex that is happening at any one given time in a town the size of Philadelphia. By lifting her gaze, she could see in the distance the silhouette of a certain locally famous statue that, during rain, appears to be urinating...if local legend is to be believed. Already, she could feel the slick wetness forming between her thighs, as her fingers settled on the opera glasses resting on the windowsill. The slightest smile formed at the corners of her mouth as she brought the elegant, antique binoculars to her eyes, and trained the view on 'His' window.

Yes, she thought...one of my favorite times of the day. The young man upon whose window she gazes is known to her only through her sessions of watching him masturbate, as well as entertaining the occasional lover. Both were such a treat to the woman, but if pressed she would have had to admit that her favorite 'watch' is most certainly his late night jerkoff sessions. This boy could really stroke it; sometimes in foul weather, she had noticed that sometimes he would make himself come upwards of five times, the final orgasm always taking so much longer to coax from the tiring organ.

He was laying on his back on the oversized futon, with an impressive hard length of cock arching toward his belly, when she finally found him in her glasses. Slowly he began stroking and touching himself, and she did not hear the sharp gasp of her own breath when he reached down to fondle his own balls. Suddenly the hand retreated, he sat up, his handsome face frowned as he stood and disappeared from view. Frantically she moved her view to the other set of his windows only to find nothing. With a growing anxiety she trained the binoculars back to the bedroom window.

After what seemed an eternity she noticed movement, that he was returning and hopefully to finish what he started, when she noticed something previously unseen by her: another young man who was hurrying to remove his clothing. In moments he was as naked as the first, and the two men were suddenly a tangle of sexuality on the blanket. Hands stroking, tongues seeking, the pair eventually falling into a languid sixty-nine position. She couldn't stand her own excitement, and without being fully aware of it, slipped her free hand to the swollen and wet clitoris who had been making it's presence known with an intense throbbing since right around the time she first sighted him this session.

So hypnotic, this new and unusual event she bore witness to. Her fingers worked rapidly, to soothe the burning wetness. If only, she thought, she could join this lustful coupling...if only. On and on the two men sucked, and fucked, and carried on high while she, in her concrete perch, masturbated herself in a voyeuristic frenzy. Her own cum ran freely from the wet lips of her sex, her hips bucked against her trembling hand. So overpowering was the pleasure that she had to force herself to stop before her knees gave out. What a delicious treat, to find that her favorite subject was bisexual. Until now she had only seen him with a couple of different female partners, but mostly pleasuring himself and that was just fine with her.

The two men shifted into a new position, and took turns sucking on each other's engorged shafts...she could practically hear the moaning and heavy breathing matching that of her own. Again her fingers found their way between her legs and as soon as her thumb settled against the throbbing slit she could feel another orgasm ready to form. She couldn't get enough of what she was seeing, these two well formed males across the way, behind the glass, a private show for anybody who would care to see.

With her gaze riveted on the cocksucking, she saw the one currently doing the pleasing pull his mouth away and grab the twitching cock in a powerful hand, stroking firm and fast until ropes of cum began to erupt from the purple head. Jet after jet of the burning liquid squirted from the one she so adored to watch, she was amazed at the sheer quantity of it. She moaned and slipped a finger deep into herself, stroking several times before reluctantly withdrawing it. The scenery shifted, and she felt a flutter in her stomach as her neighbor rolled onto his stomach, then lifted his ass in a blatant invitation.

The visitor got up briefly from the bed, disappeared, and returned with something in his hand. In a few moments it became apparent to her that he was lubricating his own erection and had every intention of taking the invitation at hand. The visitor positioned himself behind her neighbor, but the angle was such that all she could see was the visitor's back. However, the movements indicated that indeed he was taking advantage of the offered ass, and by the looks of it was fucking it quite well.

She fucked herself along with the view, her fingers bringing her to the edge and back, finally unable to hold back the powerful orgasm that was her due. With all of her being she enjoyed the tactile and visual pleasures, and through glazed eyes noticed the visitor stop all movement except a twitching at the backs of his legs, and she realized he too was cumming, and she wished she could SEE...

Reality was brought back to her when the opera glasses thudded to the floor. She slid her hand from her panties and absentmindedly licked her own cum from them.