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Pleasures

By: SpiraLCA



I saw him across the room, his tight jeans and well toned arms catching my attention. While my eyes caress the curves of his back, my mind wandered, showing me private pictures of his lips on my breast, his hands running down my legs....

"I can help the next customer." The high-pitched voice of the grocery checker washed away the visions. I walked to the counter, pushing the basket in front of me. I turned to watch again, he was facing in my direction, reading the weekly ad.

I see his brown hair, my hands running through it while our lips meet in passion. My deepening moans as his lips wander down my neck, over my chest, between my breasts. I can smell his Eternity filling my room as he pulls my shirt off, my hands feverishly meandering over his arms as he pulls down my bra straps....

"Did you want this, it's torn?" Again, the checker's voice intervened in my visual pleasure.

I turned around, she was holding my box of Grape Nuts. "Nah, but I do want another box," I answered.

"I'll have another one brought down," she said.

I glanced around to see him again: not reading the ad anymore, but getting a cart this time. I watched his firm hands tangle to get the cart free... imagining him above me, his arms beside my head, his thrusts slow. My fingers, tracing over his chest, playing over his nipple, feeling its firm softness.

He catches a glimpse of me staring intensely, watching him. He smiles at me, turning his cart toward the fruit area. I watch his ass and legs move in the jeans, licking my lips at the thought of touching them, running my fingertips through the fine hair on his thighs.

I can still see him, pausing at the apple display. He stops to take a plastic bag and slowing tears it from the rack. My temperature rises... I feel his tongue dancing over my clit, his fingers running over my pussy lips.

I watch as he examines each apple, turning it over and over, testing its tenderness. I imagine his fingers sliding in my wet cunt, in and out, pausing to massage my clit, getting me wetter. My juices soak my pussy lips, his fingers sliding deeper.

I can feel my back arching as I come, standing in the store I realize my breathing is heavy. I turn to the checker as she is finishing up the total. She scans my coupons, telling me the total.

"Paper or plastic?" I hear the bagger ask. I turn to answer, our eyes meeting.

"Plastic is great", I tell him. I hand the cashier my money....

I turn back to watch the bagger as he bags my groceries, not missing a beat. He pulls his sleeves up, revealing tan arms and baby-fine hair. Still caught in the ecstasy of my imagination, I see myself looking down at him, straddled across his tight stomach. My legs against the soft skin of his waist, rocking back and forth, feeling his hard cock going deep.

As I lean down, his hands go to my nipples, I gasp in pleasure. He moves his hands to my waist, pulling me down further. His lips take my nipple...

"Here ya' go." I turn to see the checker holding my change. I take the money, stuffing it in my purse, my face flush. I move down to the end of the check-out isle, waiting for the bagger to finish...

His warm mouth meets my nipple, his hands still on my waist, moving to the rhythm of me. I spread my legs and rock back down, going slowly. His hungry lips move to my other nipple, his finger finds my wet nipple....

"Would you like help out?" He asks.

I smile, "Please."

I follow him to the door, watching him walk... his arms, his neck. My mind flashes to him behind me, kissing the back of my neck. I feel his fingers on my clit, running around the outside of my cunt, it's slick and hot. He starts his cock in slow, feeling every inch of my pussy. His balls bounce on my leg as he thrusts harder. I hear his grunts as he slams into my ass, his cock going deeper. I spread my legs wider and his strokes get shorter, harder....

"This is it," I say, as I point to my black Oldsmobile. "Let me get the trunk."

I open the trunk and take the umbrella out of the way. He moves the cart closer to the car and starts transferring the bags into my car. He bends to get the Dr. Pepper six-pack on the bottom of the cart...

Our moans and grunts intermix as his thrusts continue hard, his hands on my waist with me gripping the bed sheet. He slows his strokes, his grip tightens on my waist, I feel his hot cum running down my leg.

He slams the trunk, "There ya' go. Thanks for stopping by." 

I smile, "Thanks for the help." 

I unlock the door, throw my purse on the passengers seat and collapse into my seat. I close my door and start the car. With the radio blaring, I let out a big sigh... and I smile.

Pleasures in Darkness



As she entered the room filled with darkness she felt as though she was being watched. 

"Good evening my beautiful," she heard her master say. As she looked towards the hallway she could see his figure, tall, and muscular, his very figure resembled those of statues. 

"Come here, now," he commanded. "You have nothing to fear my beautiful, Master is here." Hearing his voice did things to her not even she could describe, his voice made her pussy wet and her body ache to be pleasured by his every move. 

"Kneel...NOW!" she complied without hesitation, dropping her purse and phone, bracing herself to do whatever was asked of her. He approached her and stood in front of her. 

"Look at me," he commanded in a stern voice. As she looked at him, she couldn't resist lifting her arm and putting her hand on his cock, feeling him through his pants. 

"Please let me suck on you cock master, please, I beg of you please let me put this cock in my mouth for you." There was a pause and as soon as she saw the nod she was fumbling to get his pants off, undoing his button and zipper, pulling his pants down along with his boxers. Revealing his nice fat cock, she looked at it in awe as she held it in her hands studying it and watching it grow in the moonlight, before her very eyes. As it grew larger and larger she stroked it, hearing his groans of pleasure she lifted herself off the floor and put him inside of her mouth. He filled her mouth, she couldn't imagine putting his whole cock into her mouth it was far to big. 

Sucking and licking his shaft giving him the pleasure he so desired, she loved every minute of it. She could feel her pussy beginning to soak through her pants and wanted to touch herself so badly. She looked up to him and asked "Master, could I..." and before she could finish he grabbed a handful of her hair and gagged her. 

"How dare you talk out of line!" as she felt his huge thick cock reach the back of her throat tears formed in her eyes, she knew she had been wrong to speak out of turn and accepted her punishment. After he throat fucked her he commanded her to stand. Which she did immediately, he ripped her shirt off and threw her onto the bed kissing he neck ever so gently, licking, sucking down to her lower stomach. "I didn't want to punish you, but you leave me no choice, you know you are not to speak when you are sucking on my cock." 

Tears in her eyes started to swell up, she was so ready to cum she felt like crying out, to at least get some of the pressure out of her body. As he flickered his tongue lower and lower towards her pussy she wiggled and grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled. 

"Mmmmmmm baby, you make this all too easy to tease you," he said with a faint chuckle. What was he thinking how could he do this to her, she wanted him to fuck the shit out of her so badly and yet he wanted nothing to do with any of it. He got joy in making her beg for his hard cock. As he slid his hands towards her hips he engulfed her body with his touch, gripping the sides of her jeans and ripping them off of her along with her panties, she felt so exposed, covered up one moment and completely naked the next. 

As he shifted his tongue and licked her clit she moaned 

"Please Master, please!" she begged him to stop teasing. And before she could let out another line he took her clit into his mouth sucking, licking, moving his lips back and forth, tasting her sweet wet pussy. She let out a moan of pleasure and her breathing started to pick up and as he continued she shifted her hips grinding on his face. 

Flickering his tongue he entered her with his finger and started to move inside of her, she felt everything and moaned loudly as she started to cum. She reached her climax so fast she couldn't move, pleasure took over her nervous system and she shook with every other glide of his tongue. 

"Oh baby, we haven't even began the fun yet." he said smiling as he grabbed his hard cock and slowly pushed it inside of her wet pussy. He had fucked her so many times, but every time it hurt when it went in, so thick and large she groaned with every inch of him penetrating her. She was overwhelmed with pleasure, she couldn't take his hard cock after he had just made her climax, she felt as though she was going to die from all the pleasure! 

"Master, please, your cock, its too much," she cried.

"Oh you say the sweetest things don't you beautiful," he thrust deep inside of her, she locked her legs around his hips as he thrust again and again inside of her, filling her with his hard thick throbbing cock. All she could think about was how much pleasure he was allowing her to take in, she loved him for it. He took his cock out and slowly slid it back in.

"You are very wet, I think it's time," he kissed her on the cheek and thrust inside of her, fast and hard, her legs turned to mush and he drilled her faster and faster. 

"OH MY GOD, WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING!!" 

She never felt anything build up as much as this before, she felt as though she needed to pee and before she could push him off of her she started to squirt and her hot cum dripped from his hard throbbing cock and slid right into her ass, she was quivering at this point, not knowing how he had done this to her. 

"Now its my turn," he said as he flipped her onto her stomach and raised her ass end up into the air. She felt so dominated as if he flipped a switch of pleasure no other man could find inside of her. 

Just when she thought she had regained her thoughts he thrust inside of her, filling her again with his thick hard shaft. She could feel his balls hit against her clit when he went deep inside of her, faster and faster he went, until she felt his hard cock swell inside of her and fill her with hot cum. She closed her eyes took it all in and breathed a sigh of relief. He stood at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed looking down on her naked body in the moonlight. 

"So, are you ready for round two?" She looked back at him, she couldn't move she couldn't feel anything she was sore, numb, shaking, all she could feel was pleasure darting from every nerve moving in every direction in her body. She looked back at him, before she knew it his dick was in her face and she was sucking on it again.



Pleasures in Pain



She stared at her best friend, a mixture of pain, shock and disbelief written on her face. "Annie, please... Please tell me you're lying!" She yelled as tears began to build up in her wide staring eyes.

"No, Jane. I'm sorry." Annie hated to be the one to drop the painful bomb. "They're gone; the accident was last night. I'm afraid it's just the two of us in this house now."

"No, no, no!" Jane's body started to shake as she fell to the floor, clutching her knees as she did so. "My parents can't be gone. They can't be!"

Annie retired herself to a couch for a while, simply watching her best friend as her back heaved with every sob. She looked so helpless lying there, wrapped up in a ball with tears flowing down her gorgeous face. She hated to see her friend like this; she needed to do something, and do something quickly.

It was not long before a thought crossed her mind. There was something that Jane always wanted and it should help her to forget about things for a while. After making a quick call, Annie nervously approached her friend curled up on the ground. Touching her gently on the shoulder, she lowered herself to her level and gingerly wrapped an arm around her tiny waist. Jane's sobs became a little louder as she tried to push Annie away, but Annie would have none of that. She gently pulled a reluctant hand from a beautiful tear stained face and tried to force her friend to look at her, but she refused too. Sighing, Annie surrendered for a while. She needed to think. It will be difficult to get her friend to relax especially after losing both of her parents.

Finally, something came to her mind. She remembered everything Jane said about her weak spots and her sensitive positions. Deciding to give one a try, Annie skillfully approached Jane again. This time she hardly hesitated. Gently brushing her long black hair out of the way, Annie placed a kiss in Jane's neck. She loved the reaction she received. Jane's body arched a little and relaxed as she took in a long breath of air; this time, the gasp was not from her sobs. Taking her reaction as a green light, Annie positioned herself behind Jane and allowed her tongue to trace a line from her ear down her neck and back up before nibbling seductively on her ear lobe. Her tearful sobs were transitioning into impatient sobs of ecstasy as she pushed her body into Annie, enjoying the feel of Annie's hardening nipples poking through her braless top.

Jane's reactions were turning Annie on, but now was not the time to think about herself. Positioning Jane to sit between her legs, Annie began to work the tensed spots in Jane's shoulders; seductively massaging her until her sobs stopped altogether. Deciding to take it a little bit further, Annie loosened the straps of Jane's shirt, allowing them to fall as she gently caressed her best friend's cleavage before taking a hardened left nipple between two of her fingers. A moaned escaped Jane's lips as Annie hungrily sucked and nibbled on Jane's neck while working the tiny nipple in her hand.

"Suck my nipple like how you're sucking my neck," Jane begged in a low voice.

"In due time," Annie replied as she gently placed her friend to lie on the ground.

She allowed her hands to trace the curves of her friend's body, admiring every centimeter before pulling off her shirt. She sat there and praised her friend for a while with her eyes. She looked so amazing laying there with her hair disheveled, a pleading smile on her face and tiny pink nipples which stood out; begging for company. Kissing a pathway from her friend's neck down to her ripen nipple, Annie took the swollen bud into her mouth and began to suck on it. Her friend moaned in pleasure as her tongue lashed and licked the tiny bud as if that was the last moment in life. Her hands continued to roam the sexy body beneath her; loosening the pants and pulling it completely off. Caressing her bear thighs, Annie parted them slightly while she got ready to test the waters which were hidden in the female package between them. 

Not moving her mouth from the aching nipple between her lips, she examined the begging pussy through her panty which was becoming wetter and wetter with every stroke of her hand. Not wanting to hesitate any longer, she removed the tiny piece of fabric and allowed her fingers to wander into a new place. The wet warmth of her friend's pussy caused her own pussy to ache with need and she wanted Jane to return the favour, but she knew she shouldn't; it was Jane's time. Returning her attention to the sexy female before her, she began to fuck the wet cunt before her vigorously with two fingers, enjoying the groans and sharp breath that escaped her friend's lips as she begged her to go faster and faster, and she obeyed. Her friend's hips were now arching upwards and gyrating to a rhythm of its own as her body prepared to release a wave of sexual satisfaction. 

Annie enjoyed Jane's satisfying screams, the gyrating of her hips and the clenching of her pussy as she reached her orgasm, and the flushed look of her face coupled with everything else made her feel as if she needed to reach one too. She was about to strip her clothes to free her wet aching pussy, when a key turned in the door and it flew open.

Roger. Just great. Jane's boyfriend smiled an evil grin at the two girls before quickly approaching his girl. He took her up in his arms and kissed her passionately before placing her sexy naked body on the floor and crawling between her legs.

"I see you guys have started without me," he said with humor in his voice and then lowered his face to meet his girlfriend's second pair of lips. Kissing them softly, he placed his arms under her well-rounded butt and hoisted her body so that her long legs would be wrapped around his neck. Inserting his tongue, he tasted her well prepared meal before greedily licking and lashing at her clit as if he had intended to eat it all up. 

For the second time in one day, her loud screams filled the room as she uncontrollably pushed her sex into her man's face, encouraging him to lick up every last bit of it. He sucked and licked her swollen clit enjoying every drop of the sweet juice that entered his mouth. Her body began to rock with pleasure, and it was then that he decided to insert a finger. It was the repeated motion of that finger coupled with the greedy finishing of his meal that brought her to a massive orgasm. Pulling his hair, she screamed and shrieked as her body rocked uncontrollably. She squeezed his head tightly between her legs as she released her never-ending shower of blessing.

Standing, Roger loosened his pants and allowed it to fall before stepping out of it. It was his turn to be satisfied. He was aroused from the time he stepped into the room, and was only becoming harder and harder with every passing second. Sitting next to his girl, he took a harden cock in his hand and directed her lips to it. They parted willingly as her tongue exited her mouth to greet his waiting head; tasting every centimeter of it as if she was sampling an ice cream cone for the first time. Taking the bass of it in one hand, she allowed the hardened member to disappear in her mouth as she sucked and licked it, as if she was hungry and it was her lollipop. 

Her free hand roamed his body, stroking his back in the same rhythm that her lips were stroking his cock. He groaned softly and she took it as a welcoming sign to go faster. Her head bobbed a little as she sucked his dick harder, taking it deeper and deeper with each stroke. At that pace, it was not long before he met his own release. Grabbing her hair to hold her head in place, he released his millions of seeds into her mouth and she accepted them gratefully, swallowing them like a refreshing drink on a hot day.

It was then that a soft noise caught their attention. They both looked alarmed. They had come face to face with an aching Annie who lay on her back, legs slightly parted as her fingers battled with her swollen clit. Her gasps were rapid and her hand moved quickly as she fought to reach her peek of ecstasy.

"Annie," Jane whispered to Roger. "We forgot about her."

"Go get her," He said in a teasing tone. "Let's help."

Jane was completely unsure of what to do, but she approached her friend hesitantly and finishe pulled her shirt off since she only had one arm in. She wasted no time. Her lips found her friends hardened nipple and began to return the favour. Her friend released a sigh at the realization that she was not going to be left to pleasure herself alone. Grabbing her hair, Annie pulled Jane's head into her to encourage her to suck even harder. Her friend obeyed. It had been Jane's first time pleasuring a girl, but from the quick breaths that escaped her friend's lips, she knew she was doing something right. 

Roger approached then, and taking both of Annie's arms handcuffed them above her head. Annie pleaded and begged for him to take them off, but he did not. Instructing Jane to position herself above Annie's face so that her friend could have a taste of her delicious meal, Roger did not hesitate in getting between Annie's legs.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, Rodger directed his long, thick, hardened member to the entrance of her pussy and slipped it into her dripping wet cunt. She yelped a bit as it entered, but the sound was muffled by Jane's pussy as she was being pleasured by her friend once again. Rodger grabbed her hips as he pumped in and out of her, enjoying the feel of her tight vaginal muscles around him.

"I'm... about... to come!" Jane announced and without hesitation, Roger pulled out of Annie and positioned his girl to sit on his cock, and Annie on his face. Female screams filled the air as he fought to pleasure both girls. Jane rode him viciously as if she was a rider seeking to win a gold cup. Her cunt slammed down over his dick repeatedly and her hips gyrated like a world wind, and he found himself fighting to keep control. 

Holding a screaming Annie in place as his tongue searched every hiding part of her cunt; he allowed his seed to be exploded into Jane as her riding slowed like she had finally reached the finish line.

"Shit," she rolled onto the floor with his white liquid dripping out of her. "That was..."

"I know right!" Annie followed suit. "Amazing... but wait, can someone please take these things off of my hands?!"

And even as Rodger moved to free a now satisfied Annie, Annie was unsure. She did not know if she should feel guilty about helping her friend to forget about the deaths of her parents.



Pleasures in the Garden Pool



Our back yard is a haven for us, an oasis in an otherwise hectic and demanding world. It is not huge but does allow for a rock waterfall tumbling lazily into a small pond, then into a swimming pool with rocks and plants around giving a natural look. The separate hot tub is also natural and seems like a hot springs in the woods. We have worked hard on the yard and the sweet smell of the deep green lawn with the scents of your brightly colored flowers mixed with the sounds of the flowing water and the small flitting finches makes it all worth while. 

Today it is just before noon. We pause to rest, sitting on the thick lawn surveying the gently curving line of pansies we’ve just planted which add more color to the contrasting greens and browns and bright, rich petals. It is warm and the sky is cloudless and clear blue, every once in awhile there is a breath of a soft summer breeze. Perfect. I glance over at you and you smile back. You are lovely. 

You lean back on your elbows, head up, left leg outstretched and right knee bent. Your shoulder length blonde hair mussed a bit from your efforts and a stray wisp covers one eye. The other sparkles blue and gazes first at me, then the flowers as you appear lost in thought. Your full lips separate some and your white teeth show, covered now as you slowly lick your lips, a bead of sweat having just coursed down your cheek to your mouth. The sheen of sweat covers your skin adding a glow to you, poised there before me. Your tube top has always been such a tease to me, just there but almost not, your breasts firm, round, not large but full enough to move tantalizingly as you work. Your flat stomach curves down to your very short, fringed denim shorts. Daisy Duke would be envious. You fill them in such an erotic way. The top is just a bit loose and they are so short the crotch is little more than a band to cover your thong. You are wearing flip flops to complete the ensemble. A streak of dirt is angled just over your left eyebrow and your arms and legs are sprinkled with dirt from our planting. Your rich tan and lean, firm curves always cause me to catch my breath just a little when I see you and today is no exception. I have tried to match you in sensuality and sexuality in my appearance and physique but I’m never sure how close I come to hitting the mark. You have always told me my trim but muscled body excites you and I smile, trusting you to your word.

You sit up now, knees apart, feet crossed at the ankles, upright with a curious smile curling your lips. You reach over to the small metal table on the deck and grab one of the glasses of iced lemonade we brought out earlier. You bring the glass to your face and let the cool dew on the side of the glass caress your cheek. You smile again.

“Want some?” 

With that you slowly tip the glass and the cool sweet liquid runs down your neck and first between your breasts, then courses over them both, soaking your top. 

“Uh ohhh!” 

A grin mischievously crosses your face.

“…guess I made a mess.” 

You set the glass aside, get up and stand in front of me. I look up at your soaked tube top and the shorts now drenched in lemonade and grin back. Crossing your arms a smooth movement ends as your top is rolled off over your head and dropped to the grass. Your breasts are wonderful, full, wet from sweat and lemonade, nipples hardening in the slight breeze. You jut out a hip and grasp both breasts and press them together and then up toward your mouth. Your tongue just reaches first one nipple, then the other, licking the mixed liquids. 

“Mmmm…..you should try this.” 

You giggle and turn toward the pool. I watch as you walk half-naked and carefree over to the waterfall beside the pool. You step into the shallow water of the little pond at the base of the manmade falls, before the pool, and sit down. The water swirls around to the level of the top of your shorts. Your nipples are hard now as the falls splash over your shoulders, your hair pelted lightly by the cool splashes.

You look at me and smile again, “come on in, the water’s great.”

When I stand I see I’ve become more interested than I realized. My cock presses hard against the thin fabric of my running shorts creating a large bulge. Eyeing this you grin and nod favorably as I thumb them down over my hips and off. My cock bounces as I walk toward you in the pool. I step into the shallow pool at your feet, near the edge to the swimming pool and, on my hands and knees approach you. Your legs separate as I move to you, eyes locked with yours. My lips are wet with spray as I reach you and kiss your cheek. My tongue draws a warm line toward your lips and I suck gently on your lower lip. Your tongue presses against my lips and then between them to explore my mouth. I feel my cock swell even more as our tongues dance against each other tasting, caressing, sucking. I bend down and lengthen the warm line of my tongue to your breast and carefully roll it’s round hard nipple between my teeth. You toss your head back and the water splashes hard over your face. The sensation fills your nipples more and it seems to grow in my mouth. Always one for symmetry I move and find the other nipple as firm as the first. I hear you moan a bit as I suck and caress the nub with my tongue. Next I straighten and stand on my knees before you, cock hard, head purple, water coursing down us both. 

I smile and say, “over here.” 

I walk backwards on my knees and then hop off the ledge of the shallow pool into the swimming pool. I pop back up and rest on the ledge on my elbows, my feet just touching bottom, the water gently flowing against my chest before spilling over the edge. 


Your feet are in front of me and you start to slide down, the water pushing you from behind. As you approach your legs separate and I see your short shorts and just the edge of your thong. 

“Hmm… this will not do,” I say and I unbutton your shorts and you lean back as I tug them off, the water helping as both shorts and thong slide down your firm thighs and off your feet to fall on the water behind us and sink. 

I see your mischievous grin again as you position yourself before me. Your feet now are raised and rest on the rocks to the sides of us. Your ass is right before me and your pussy now opens to my eager face. With both hands I reach around and caress your back and above your ass. I slowly begin to nibble and lick first one inner thigh, then the other. The gentle stream from the shallow pool dams behind you and flows around you now, your inner thighs and pussy protected. I draw lazy designs on your thighs with my tongue, always aiming closer and closer to the center, my target. Your pussy is shaved, bare full fleshy lips slightly pink, folding like a small shroud over your cunt and hiding your button of a clit. I love the velvety softness of the inside of your lips and my tongue is drawn to that treat. You taste sweet, juices covering your soft skin. I take one lip between mine, turn my head and caress the inside with my tongue, the outside is pressed under my upper lip. My teeth lightly graze your skin and I sense you tense at my touch. I slide my tongue sideways into you, fucking your gently and probing deeper and deeper. You moistness increases. Now I tilt my head again and as I massage your ass I take your other lip between mine and provide equal treatment. You moan as I suck and fuck. My thumbs now approach your ass and caress your round star pucker, I feel you twitch as I press and massage. I move again and now my teeth rest against your hard clit. My hands slide up your thighs and then my fingertips pull gently on your lips more fully exposing your clit. 

“Mmmm,” I growl as I taste you, using my tongue as a tool to explore every crevice in your pussy. 

I rest on your clit and then press in a broad, hot wet crush, tongue spread hard over your clit. As I stroke with my tongue I feel your pelvis make quick rocking movements and I can tell a climax is building. I press my teeth to your clit now and fuck you again with my tongue. Harder and faster I move until your body spasms and rocks to the rolling pleasure that arises from deep in your pussy. It seems to last for many minutes as I press and suck and lick until finally you settle back, the water now flowing around your breasts and coursing over your pelvis. Finally relaxed and refreshed by the water you rise on your elbows and grin again. 

“That’s nice, now it’s your turn.” 

I smile in return and move to one side as you scoot down and slide into the water beside me. I hop off the bottom and launch myself up to the edge of the pool and, turning, sit with my butt at the edge, my balls hanging freely near the edge and my cock like a pole pointing out, hard, swollen. You lick you lips as you move around in front of me and gently rub my legs with your hands. Not wasting any time you purse your lips and kiss my purple head. I seem to be straining to grow still more as I respond to your touch. You nibble softly and pinch me between your lips as you now move down my shaft. With your fingertips your grasp my head and hold it steady as you lick me from side to side in big sloppy swipes. Your tongue feels so good as you lick down to my base. My balls tighten as you approach and with your other hand you cup them and gently squeeze. The sense that pressure releases is incredible and I feel a tension build in each ball. You take first one and then both in your mouth and softly turn your head, tugging ever so gently on my sack. Your hand now presses forward and I feel your fingers massage the base of my sack and back to rub the spot between my balls and my ass. I feel my ass spontaneously clench as you touch me. Now you leave my sack and make long strokes with your tongue up the rod underneath my shaft. 

I lean back and relax as I feel the pleasure mount within me. Next I feel your mouth on my head again and then your lips surround me. Your tongue plays with the tip, probing the small hole. You press firmly at my ass and with the other hand now take my balls and hold me steady as you move down my shaft. I feel your heat, your pressure as you slowly descend. The sensation is almost unbearable. I can hardly hold back the urge to explode but I know more is to come if I wait. I groan to the pleasure and feeling as you reach the base of my shaft. I look down to see your eyes sparkle and gaze back at me, your lip buried in my hair as you take me all in. You open your mouth wide and I feel your throat close around my head in spasms of pressure. Your lips close around me again and with gentle in and out movements I feel you slowly pull away. 

Finally, with a string of saliva and precum connecting my head to your lip you lift your head and smile, “was that fun?” 

I breathe again and croak, “you haven’t seen anything yet, Babe.”

I slowly gain strength and lift myself up and rest on the edge again. I feel as though my balls will burst if I don’t find release soon but I have an idea. I slide into the swimming pool beside you and pressing my body next to yours I hold your head and kiss you first softly then hard on the lips, tasting the last remnants of my precum on your lips. 

“Come here with me.” 

We walk and paddle to the shallow end of the pool and over to the large inflated cushion floating next to the steps. I take your hand and lead you to the cushion. It is long with a large pillow at the head. Next I turn the cushion over and smile at the large lump at the head. I next hold you close, hugging you and enjoying the crush of your breasts against me, your thighs pressed around one of mine, your lips pressed to my neck. I hold your head in my hands and kiss you again, then guide you to the cushion positioning your pussy against the edge of the top of the cushion and then help you bend over and onto the upside down cushion. The large pillow holds your ass up out of the water and your head lays on top of the lower portion. Knowing what is coming you grasp the cushion and shift a bit for comfort, your legs separating wide and resting on the edges of the pillow. Mercy. The sight of your ass, firm, smooth, pale with your pussy and delicious lips wet with water lapping against them keeps my cock hard and straight. I push you over toward the deep end until my cock is levelled perfectly to press into your pussy. 

Using just my fingertips I hold your ass against my cock. My hard swollen head rests against your ass and as I hold the base, I paint lines up and down with my tip. Not able to resist now I press down slightly and guide my head between your wet hot lips. I feel you begin to close around me in a wonderful blanket of pleasure. The support of the cushion in the water makes us feel almost weightless. With little effort I let you slide over me. My vision blurs a bit as I concentrate on my cock. As I disappear inside you my balls begin to jerk spasmodically. I move lightly and feel you slide up and down my cock, fucking ever deeper and harder. You arch on the cushion slightly and I feel your muscles clench around my cock fighting to hold me inside. The pressure is incredible and wonderful and brings me to the edge. With great effort I hold onto my climax and let you slide off me. My cock twitches with tension, aching to shoot. I carefully hold the base again and press the slippery head against your ass. You moan and I feel my pelvis jerk toward you and I grin as I watch my head disappear inside your tight ass. 

You growl, ‘Fuck me, fuck me in the ass, Babe!” 

In a smooth motion I press harder and I disappear slowly inside. We rock back and forth and I watch as I move in and out, my cock seeming to alternately grow and then shrink as I fuck you. Your pelvis now jerks as you begin to release the pleasurable tension you’ve been holding, I feel the pressure rise from my balls and in a white hot explosion I release. In long spurts I cum inside you. I fuck you still, rhythmically as we come together and with each thrust another set of jerks cause more cum to be sucked from me. I grasp your ass and press deeper inside you in a final jolt. You grunt at the sensation and finally I relax, spent. My cock drifts out of you, a twirling trail of white cum following in the water. You don’t move but after several moments I push on one side of the cushion and spin you around to face me. We smile and kiss. You roll off the cushion and into the pool. I take your hand and lead you up the steps. With our last efforts we walk to the hot tub, kept on the cooler side for summer. We step into the lukewarm water and drop in to our shoulders. We smile, kiss and let the water hold us, floating in the afterglow of our lovemaking. I hear the water burble beside us, smell the wonderful mixture of your cum, my cum and the flowers and grass of our garden. The sun blankets us in it’s warm embrace. Perfect.



Pleasures of Continuing Education



Rules were very important to her. Rules about eating. Rules about time management. Rules about messing around. She'd lived her whole life by her rules, and it kept her happy. It'd been awhile since she'd had anyone else play by her rules though; she was getting frisky. That's why she'd texted him, "Are you in town this weekend?" He knew her rules. He liked her rules, and right now he was the only man she knew who could satiate her desires. As soon as he received her text, he called her—as she knew he would—to find out how serious she was. "I don't want to have sex," she told him, "I just want to fool around a bit." Luckily for her, he didn't mind the restriction. Most men would. She filled him in on the rest of her idea, and she was already imagining them carrying it out. He found the idea entertaining and agreed to take the time to meet up with her. She was thrilled. They hung up, and all that was left for her to do was chomp at the bit til Friday night came.

The five days between their phone call and their meeting were agonizing for her. Every spare—and several not-so-spare—moments she had in the interim were dedicated to envisioning how her plan would go. She'd been a wet mess all week, although most people who ran into her said she seemed exceptionally happy. Finally, the appointed day arrived, and even though all she wanted to do was take a personal day at work, she forced herself to keep her mind on her job no matter how difficult. It was one of the rules. She got off work at five and had enough time to run home and change before meeting him at nine-thirty. She'd already picked out her outfit; something she was sure he'd approve of as well as help facilitate her plan. 

By the time she pulled into the parking lot of her alma mater's library, it was nine thirty-five. Finding her heels had made her run a little late, but she was okay with it. It would only make things so much better. Her short black and grey kilt bounced with every step she took just like her long red hair, while her white men's dress shirt was buttoned "just so" so that while she was completely covered, he'd still have a more than satisfactory view of her pert, milky white breasts. She looked much like any college student ready for a night out, running by the library to pick up a friend before hitting the bars. No one would suspect she'd graduated five years earlier. 

She walked through the lobby to the elevator bank, and had to force herself not to break into a run. Restricting things made it that much better, she reminded herself, although this close to the brink, she didn't care. While she knew the ride up to the third floor took less than a minute, it seemed like an eternity because she knew once she walked off the elevator, she was committed. It was another one of the rules. She knew exactly where she'd find him. He was in the special collection in a hidden away back corner by the graduate corrals—a position that would leave them physically obscured on two sides with the large bay windows on two sides, although that second part didn't bother her. It wasn't like anyone would be able to see in on them. 

When she finally rounded the corner to where he sat, she stopped: both so that he could look at her, but also so that she could stare at him. She'd forgotten how much he made her mouth water and her legs quiver. The look in his eyes told her he appreciated the outfit, and that she'd been a bad little girl to keep him waiting when she was looking like that. Once she was out of her momentary sex haze, she noted that he'd secured a chair without arms—something she greatly appreciated. 

"Hey," he whispered in a voice that promised to suck hot fudge off her nipples. 

"Hey yourself," she answered a little more brightly, aiming for innocently coquettish. 

"Thanks for agreeing to look over my paper for class. Your editing on the last one is probably the only reason I got a B." He was playing his part well, dangerous without being threatening like black leather and high heels. She pretended to glance around looking for a chair, "Ummmm, where can I sit?"

He spread his legs leaving part of the seat in front of him open. "You can sit here," he said, motioning to the space. "I'm not so sure..."she feigned. 

"Really, it'll be perfect. That way I'll actually be able to see everything you're doing while you're editing, so maybe I'll pick up a thing or two." He sold her, like they both knew he would. 

She sat down rather gingerly and started a bit when her naked ass felt the cold wood of the chair. In shivering, she'd made sure to rub against him a little bit—not enough to make it obvious, but enough to let him know to continue. Once she was seated, she inconspicuously scooted her ass closer to his crotch as she leaned closer to the desk focusing on his laptop. In doing so, she'd also let her legs fall open a little bit, hooking her ankles around the chair legs for support. She knew her position made things awkward for him. If he just sat straight up, he couldn't see what she was doing on his laptop, but if he leaned closer to the laptop like her, he had few places to put his hands. Decisions, decisions. 

She knew there wasn't really a choice for him, but she was curious to see how much he'd drag it out, make her think he'd changed his mind and wasn't going to go through with it. He didn't leave her in suspense long though, which thrilled her. He leaned almost parallel to her back resting one elbow on the desk turning his back to what little of the room they were exposed to, and let his other hand rest lightly on her leg. She ignored the way his hand sent fire straight up her leg instantly turning her pussy into molten gold. She knew from experience that if she tried to rush him, he'd make her wait that much longer. That was one of his rules. 

Looking at the laptop screen, she noticed he actually had a paper of his from high school days up on the screen, so she began reading it. Once he realized her focus was on his paper and not on his hand, that's when he allowed it to creep higher and higher up her leg. He could feel how tense she was, reining in her lust, trying not to rush him. He loved that he could make her like this. He loved making her admit he could make her like this. 

Simultaneously moving his mouth closer to her ear and his hand further up her thigh, toying with the edge of her skirt, he whispered, "So, you planning on going out later?" She swept her hair to the side, away from his mouth before whispering back, "No, why?" Leaning in even closer to her, his hot breath tickling the hairs on her neck causing her to shiver, he responded, "Because that's some outfit for someone just planning a night at the library." His voice began taking on that darker edge that she loved so much, the one that told her she'd been very very very naughty, and now she'd been caught. "I didn't even think about it, really. I just grabbed whatever was clean," she told him even though the smell of her lie was almost as potent to him as the smell of her lust. 

As he thought about what she'd said, he had an idea, a perfect segue into her plan. With that, he let his hand find its way under her skirt to where he'd expected to find her thong; however, she surprised him. There was nothing. Never in all the times they'd had their little arrangement had she ever gone commando, no matter how many skirts she'd worn, or how many times he'd begged. He was stunned. The brazenness of it, especially with the shortness of the skirt. It mystified him that he hadn't noticed it from where he'd been sitting when she walked up to him. "Didn't have anything clean?" he mused, practically growling in her ear. 

She'd known he would've liked that little treat, but his response left her mute. All she could do was mutter a glassy "mmhmm" while gently rolling her back against his chest. She knew she couldn't force him to speed things up, but the feel of his fingers just resting against her folds, lightly tapping out a pensive rhythm was driving her nuts. When he finally stopped tapping on her pussy, his voice had taken on a feral tone. "Someone's been an extremely naughty girl. Do you know why?" All she could do was shake her head, brushing her hair against his chest due to their proximity. "Because only naughty little girls dirty their clothes and then forget to have clean ones around. Did you think this would please me? Having a dirty little girl work for me?" 

He paused expectantly, and she forced herself to answer him, even though her voice was a breathy whisper. "I didn't even think about it. I'm sorry." With that, he moved his hand down her thigh toward her knee. "So now you're thoughtless as well? Well, what use are you to me? A thoughtless girl editing my paper might just as well earn me an F as well as a B." The harshness in his whisper, made her whimper both in delight at the sound of it as well as with fear that he'd remove his hand from her leg although. "Please," she pleaded breathily, "how can I prove I can still be useful to you? That this was merely a mistake." 

He thought for a minute, but in her hideous ecstasy it seemed like hours. Finally, she felt his hand slide back under her skirt and gently trace the outside of her labia. She shuddered. "Prove to me that you can still work well while distracted. If I'm impressed, then we'll see." With that, he slid one roughened finger between her folds. She bit her lip hard, enjoying the sting when all she wanted to really do was moan at how good his hand felt. From her profile, he could watch her worrying her lip, but he wanted to push her limits, see how good she really was; see if he could break her. He began kissing her neck lightly, every now and then glancing up to watch her glazing eyes trying desperately to keep reading the screen in front of her. 

As his lips approached her ear, he whispered, "Unbutton your shirt some more. I might want to play with your tits." Dazedly, she complied, fumbling with some of the buttons as she awkwardly undressed herself with one hand. When her shirt opened wide enough to expose her shoulders, he had her stop. He knew how sensitive her collar bone was, and he was determined to get her to beg before the night was through. His finger had been lazily stroking her the whole time he'd been tormenting her with his lips. He wanted to drag it out, so his finger had been more to comfort her than to get her off. After their first time together, he'd learned that he could make her wetter with a look than most men could with hours of foreplay. It was something he loved because it meant that on days he felt like being rough and wild from the get-go, he could without as much worry about hurting her. Sometimes, he thought she liked those days best. 

As he pushed a second finger into her pussy, he noticed she no longer seemed to be reading—her closed eyes being the biggest clue. Using the arm he'd been leaning on, he pulled her hair roughly so she'd open her eyes; however, he continued to lazily stroke her pussy using his two calloused fingers. "Are you tired? Do you need me to stop?" he half threatened. She was beyond caring about the pretext anymore, all she wanted was for him to make her cum, but her foggy brain knew that wouldn't happen if he stopped his delicious torture. She forced herself to answer him. "No," she moaned, "please don't stop." She dragged out her words as if her brain needed the extra time to form the next word. He loved hearing her when she got like this. She was putty in his hands. "Well, I don't see a reason for me to continue. You've proven you can't work under pressure."

She knew she couldn't let him stop, so she tried convincing him otherwise. "Please," she tried again, "please, don't stop. Please just let me cum for you." 

"What good would that do for me?" he taunted. Her brain couldn't figure out his logic, it was so caught up in its own lustful need, so instead, she tried begging again. "Please, please let me cum for you. I promise I'll be good." He held her glassy gaze for a minute, tormenting her with his silence and his fingers, before finally responding. "Only wet little sluts would want someone to fuck them in a library, where anyone walking by could see. Where anyone sitting down could hear. Are you a wet little slut? Is that what you're saying?" 

To accent his point, and test her resolve not to scream, he let his thumb ever so gently brush her clit. Her response was instantaneous as she jerked sharply against his hand. At that point, the only thing her brain was registering was its need for her to get off, whether it be by his hand, his dick or some inanimate object, she needed to be fucked, whatever it took. She started whispering frantically, "Yes, I am a wet little slut. I'm your wet little slut. Only yours. Please, please let me show you how well I can cum for you. Only for you." His slow, relentless stroking didn't change nor did he touch her clit again. He knew he had all the time in the world, while she was dying. "You're my little wet slut, are you? Well, if that's the case, that makes me your master, doesn't it? In which case, you need to learn to speak to me more respectfully, don't you?" With that, he abruptly removed his fingers from her pussy. 

She let out a garbled noise of protest at the loss of his ministrations, but knew it would get her nowhere. She needed to play by his rules much as he played by hers. "Master?" she tried tentatively. 

"Yes, slut?" he replied, caught somewhere between derisive and indulgent.

"Please, Master, how can your wet slut please you, so you'll let her cum?" she asked as meekly as she could manage. 

"After all of the things you've done to displease me already, why do you think I'll let you cum at all? Do you think you deserve to cum?" his voice got darker with every word, and the way he whispered it harshly against her ear only made her wetter. Driven on by her throbbing pussy, she was determined to do whatever he said, if only he'd promise to get her off. "Please, Master, I beg you. Tell me what I can do to make it up to you." 

He thought for a moment, mulling over all the things he could make her do. Finally, an idea came to him. "Slut, I want you to remove your bra. Unbutton your shirt all the way, but leave it on. Then sit on the desk facing me with your feet resting on the edge of the desk. Do not obscure my view of your tits though." She thought for the briefest moment about what he was asking. Sitting half naked on the desk would leave her flashing anyone who happened to look down the row, while sitting butterflied on the desk would leave her completely exposed to him. Even though the thought terrified her, the larger part of her knew she'd do anything he asked so long as he'd keep touching her. Slowly, she unbuttoned the rest of her shirt and removed her bra before carefully moving his laptop and perching on the desk. As she went to sit on the desk, she noticed him look approvingly at the large wet spot she'd left on the chair. 

He always knew he got her turned on; she'd never been coy about it, but he'd never known just how much of a sopping mess she was. Part of him cursed for agreeing to her "no sex" clause because knowing how hot and moist her pussy was and how rock hard his dick was only made him want to fuck her six ways into next month right there on the desk. A small voice wondered in the back of his mind if maybe she'd relent, and let him fuck her anyway, if he got her turned on enough. He hadn't thought his dick could get any harder, but the thought of getting her to break her rules had a lot of appeal to him, so much so that if he didn't find some kind of relief soon, he might be limping for a while. "

Slut," he ordered, "what're you doing sitting like that? What good are your tits to me if they're so far away? Keep your legs where they are, but bring your tits closer." She complied readily, although she had to stifle more moans as she realized the position stretched her pussy allowing more of the cold library air to circulate through her passage. He didn't give her long to think about her airy pussy though because as soon as her taut pink nipples were close enough, he latched on to one while simultaneously pinching the other. 

His ministrations had her pussy thrumming like she was sitting on a bass amp; she thought she would die unless he would give her the exquisite relief only his skillful body could provide. He ignored the unspoken desires of her body though, and merely began nibbling and biting her breasts and her nipples one minute, then laving them with his tongue the next. Although he had not told her to remain silent, she knew better than to speak without being spoken to first; however, her silence did not satisfy him. He wanted to hear her whimpering and begging. Latching on to her left nipple, he began sucking on it hard and fast to make it as tight as he could. Then, when he was satisfied with his efforts, he began worrying her sensitive bud with his teeth. As he expected, her control broke. "Ah!" she squeaked. He continued on, determined to break her; he didn't have to wait long. "Master," she moaned, "please. I beg you. I need you to let me cum. I'm such a horny, wet little slut, sir. I need to get off for you. To show you how good I can be for you."

"How good you can be for me?" he sneered. "What does that even mean?"

"Let me show you how tight I can close for you, Master. I'm practically virgin-tight, sir. Please, let me cum. Let me show you."

Her begging pleased him, but unless she was willing to even possibly consider fucking him, he would just continue to torture her until he was sure there was no hope—only then would he cave. "If my dick isn't inside you, stretching you like the good little whore you claim to be, then what use of it is to me how tight you are?" he goaded her, hoping her desperation might make her relent. "Please, Master, I need to cum for you. You're the only one who can get me this hot and wet. Please let me have release." She was practically crying from her need, but still, he wouldn't let up. "Do you want me to fuck you, slut? Is that how you want to cum? My dick buried deep in your slick, tight little cunt, pounding you within an inch of your life? Is that how my little slut puppy wants to get off?" He'd been watching her face the whole time he spoke, wanting to see if he could notice any little signs of caving; however, the only thing her face showed was her frustration. He knew the feeling.

In the back of her mind, she knew he was pushing her boundaries. Sleeping with him would make things easier in some ways, but in others...Well, it just wasn't the day for those avenues. Still, she could well remember the feel of him inside her; the way his dick seemed like the most natural fit her pussy had ever found. She loved being on top of him, teasing him with her slow pace until finally his frustration would win out and he'd take over at such a breakneck speed she wondered she didn't crack in half. His mouth was almost as delicious as his dick and his hands. The way he'd burrow his face in her pussy using his whole mouth to fuck her was sin unto itself, not to mention, he loved having her lick her arousal off his face afterwards. Part of her wished he hadn't given her the option because as much as she didn't want to take it, an equally large part of her couldn't understand why his dick wasn't already inside her. That part of her wished she'd picked someplace where he could've tied her down, just so that the choice didn't necessarily have to be one hundred percent hers. She needed to figure out how to get him to finger fuck her soon, or she might not be able to control herself. "Master, please finger fuck me. I'm not worthy of having your dick inside me, but you're the only one who can bring me release. Please let me get off, I beg you." The pleading tone in her voice almost left him wavering, but he knew better. He decided to try another tactic. "Why're you still sitting like that on the desk? Do you think having your pussy in my face pleases me? Get down!" Her legs ached and her knees were sore from having sat in the unusual position so long, but she tried to comply with his wishes as quickly as possible. He hadn't told her whether to sit or stand, so she decided to be safe and remained standing in front of him. The quickness of her response pleased him, although he knew better than to tell her that. Right now, all he needed to worry about was trying to convince her to fuck him. While he'd been watching her beg, the idea had come to him that maybe her resistance would be weakened by proximity, hence his new plan. 




Pleasures of Life



The convention was insane, I had never seen anything like it. Pleasures Of Life wasn't your average convention with a few stalls with chocolates and free massages, or coaches telling you how to enjoy life.

Pleasures Of Life was out of proportions. There was over a hundred meeting rooms and auditoriums in the congress and exhibition center, and it was placed in the middle of Los Angeles, one of the most populated areas in the US. The place cramped with people.

I had only been walking around for a half hour and I was still in the first exhibition hall, which worked as an information center and map about the rest of the convention, making it easy to navigate the massive place. Also making it easy to avoid the rooms with exhibitions that you would find less pleasurable.

And you could find everything here. A large area was dedicated to food, the pleasures of tasting food. The sweet and the sour along with the salty, the hot and the cold. Delicacies from around the world filled the rooms with new scents, assaulting your every senses.

There was also the nasty corners. Or what I would consider nasty, and other people would consider delicious. But that was what the convention was about. Pleasures Of Life, even those that didn't made sense.

Liquid pleasures was in an adjoining room. Wine and champagne, beer and soda, cognac and brandy both expensive and cheep.

Then there was massages, of course. No convention without free massages. Deep tissue to soothe sore and stressed muscles. Hot stones and bamboo massages, along with the more hardcore stuff such as small women walking on your back with spiked shoes.

All of this seemed normal, but in the corners of the enormous center was were the more unusual stuff was exhibited. Everything from roleplay and crossdressing, to bizarre books and art, to sex toys and luxurious home decor.

It was my roommate Alexandra who had made sure I would get in for free and with a VIP pass. How she had gotten the passes for me and herself, I had no idea, she had abandoned me when we arrived and by now she had been gone for a few hours.

It took another hour before I saw her standing at one of the many staircases leading down to the basement and VIP area. She smiled and waved me over. I considered ignoring her, since she had abandoned me, but she wasn't the kind of person you ever said no too, or she would give you such a strict look that would give you a bad conscience immediately.

"There you are," she said and tugged my arm under hers. "I've been looking for you."

"Looking for me?" I gave her an irritated look. "You were the one who left."

She smiled at me, her brown eyes twinkling mischievously and started leading me down the stairs. "Well, you'll forgive me, since I have been preparing a surprise for you."

"I hate surprises," I said grumpily. "And you know that."

"Yes I do, but I don't care, 'cause I'm going to show you the real world of pleasure."

Down in the basement we stopped at a pair of double doors and showed our VIP passes to two bulky looking men, who was clearly there to make sure that trouble makers stayed out. It made me wonder about what was in the VIP area, since it wasn't described at the information center on the ground floor.

I didn't even get an answer to my wonders behind the doors. There was another staircase leading even further down, then another pair of doors and bulky men checking our passes another time.

The only thing that indicated that we were headed towards something, anything, was the sound of music. Not quite loud enough for it to be club music, but still loud enough to drown out laughter and talking.

"If there's another staircase I'm turning around," I said.

"Why? Worried that your in such a bad shape that you won't be able to make it up again?"

I rolled my eyes. "Very funny, but no. It just feels like we're getting closer and closer to hell."

Alexandra laughed out loud. "Not quite."

The doors in front of us opened, amplifying the music and gave us a full view of the VIP area, and it was even more crazy down here then it had been upstairs.

Burlesque and circus was the words I would use as a title for what I saw. This down here made the sex toy exhibition upstairs look like a single person flea market. The basement was like an entire convention on it's own, and it made me gasp and blush deep red.

Male and female strippers were dancing on podiums, acrobats were hanging from the ceiling in ropes and giant hoops doing all kinds of tricks. Fire breathers lit up the darkened exhibition hall, along with five big screens depicting erotic photos and movies.

"Oh my god," I said, unable to tear my eyes away from the scenery. "What the hell did you get me into."

Alexandra laughed at my shocked expression. "Relax, no one here is going to bite you. Unless you want them too of course."

My proper lady raised mind screamed at me to look away as Alexandra dragged me through the crowd, but I couldn't. I didn't know if it was shock or awe that made me stare at the different acts being played out.

A naked woman was artfully lying on a glass table with chocolate all over her, and people using fruit, crackers and marshmallows to wipe it of her, and then eating it. Her and everyone around clearly enjoying it.

Next to her a naked man cut like a Greek God was acting as a plate same as her, but with honey instead of chocolate. It seemed that everything that was eatable was being eaten off of naked people, while drinks also were being served by naked men and women.

In the middle of the enormous hall a big stage was set up and I stopped dead at the sight of the performers. Two men and three women was doing the dirty work, for all to see. One of the women was on all four and was being taken from behind by one of the men, while her face was buried in another woman's pussy who was lying on her back beneath her. The last woman was busy swallowing the other mans cock and playing with his balls. All of it was being filmed and showed on one of the big screens for everyone to see.

"Come on, Miss Horny," Alexandra's voice startled me. "Or you'll be late for your surprise."

I gaped at her. "You can't seriously mean that my surprise is in here, can you?"

My roommate smirked at me. "You'll see."

"You know, I think I might take a pass."

She lifted her eyebrow and gave me her sternest look. "Oh no you won't. I'm about to save you from your boring life, and I'm not going to let you ruin it. Besides, your going to love it, I swear."

I had always been the kind of person who wanted to please everyone, and as I'd said, you never said no to Alexandra. So I followed her with my heart pounding in my chest, wondering if I was about meet my certain death.

I tried to keep my eyes downcast as we continued through the crowd, but it was hard. Especially when you saw a man and a woman in two cages eight feet above the floor, with the woman stroking the mans cock through the bars. The two of them laughing at each other.

It seemed like it took an eternity before we reached the far end of the hall, and I breathed a sigh of relief. We had reached a roped of entrance to a new room, with a fifth bulky man guarding the door. A big sign next to him read "Main Event, 08.00 PM".

It wasn't an exhibition room we entered, but a theater, Roman Amphitheater style with rows of seats forming a half circle around the stage below us.

The theater was empty except for two handymen who was setting up several of metal trunks. They were supervised by two men and a woman who occasionally directed a trunk to be moved to a different place on the stage.

We walked down the many steps and the supervising men and woman turned towards us.

"So is this our lucky girl?" the woman asked. She had dark red hair and blue eyes, she was dressed in tight black pants and white dress shirt with several of buttons open, revealing the black corset she had on underneath.

"She sure is," Alexandra answered and looked at me. "Megan, I would like you to meet my coworkers. Why don't we all go out back and go through whats going to happen."

I couldn't help but feeling nervous under the look of Alexandra's coworkers, especially the men. One had dark hair and eyes, delicious mocha colored skin with amazing facial features. He was dressed in dark jeans and a long sleeved gray t-shirt. The other man had equally dark hair but light skin and piercing green eyes, his black suit made them stand out even more.

Backstage Alexandra gave me a bottle of water and sat me down on a small couch, while the others sat in armchairs around me. I felt small with their curious eyes looking me up and down.

"Okay Megan," Alexandra was almost business like as she started the conversation. "Let me start by saying that I haven't been completely honest with you."

It took me a couple of seconds before I registered the words. "What do you mean?" I asked hesitantly.

"I've told you that I work in an office, but I don't. Well, we do have offices, but sitting behind a desk isn't our main occupation," she explained herself slowly with her eyes on mine, making sure that I was following her. "We own a very popular establishment named "Lust & Pains". It's a dungeon."

A dungeon? "What, like Dungeons & Dragons?" I asked and the redheaded women and the mocha-licious man laughed.

"She's cute," the green eyed man said with a silky voice.

"Indeed she is," Alexandra smiled. "But no, it's not Dungeons & Dragons. It's BDSM."

My jaw dropped. I had lived together with her for three years, how could I not have known this? She was only twenty-eight and she ran her own business with three other people, why hadn't I gotten her recipe for success.

Then it dawned on me.

"Oh, your joking," relief surged through me and I laughed. "Oh god, thank you."

But no one else laughed. They all had the same steel and stern look on their faces. "Your not joking?" I continued.

"Far from," the green eyed man said. "And so far your in for a hell of a punishment."

I gasped. "What... what do you mean?"

"Later," Alexandra said. "First of all, we need to get some things straight. You have not been very good at hiding your "secret" fantasies, specifically your erotic books, web searches on BDSM and movies."

Panic lashed through me. "I don't..." I started but Alexandra held up her hand.

"I know you've been raised very strictly, and that's the reason to why you've been denying yourself. You think there's something wrong with you. But there isn't, you are perfectly normal."

Deep inside I had always known that there was nothing wrong with me, but eighteen years with very religious parents didn't fade easy.

"It's the reason why I brought you here today," Alexandra continued. "We have the last show of the VIP convention and if you want, you can embrace yourself and be the center of it. I wont lie or hold anything from you. If you say yes, my lovely coworkers will fuck you, tie you up and punish you. There will be an audience and audience members will be chosen to play with you as well."

It was all too much, I didn't know whether to cry, run away or start taking my clothes off. I had moved in with Alexandra when I was nineteen when I saw an add in the papers. It had been the start of my freedom, but I had always thought I was careful when it came too my fantasies. Apparently I hadn't.

"I will be present the entire time, and I will be choosing which audience members will get permission to be on the stage. But as a general rule I will not be in any sexual contact with you, since I am your roommate. I'm there for your well being and comfort, and to stop everything if you don't want too participate anymore. It's all up to you."

How was I suppose to make a decision like this?

"There's an hour until the show starts, so we are going to set up the stage and give you a chance to decide if you want to do this. If you have any questions just come out and ask us."

I barely registered that they left the room to set up whatever they would be using on me if I agreed. I'd had sex before, of course, but it had never really impressed me. It took some time for me to figure out that I needed more then just missionary or cowgirl position, but I had never dared tell anyone. So I had made do with books and the occasional porn movie which included a submissive, and I had always imagined that the submissive would be me.

The hour went by far too quickly and all of the sudden I had to make a decision. The four Doms came into the backroom and I studied them for a moment. Alexandra's personality made so much more sense now. Her stern looks when she heard the word "no" and her confidence.

Everything about them screamed experience. There was no way that they would have gotten permission to do this show if they weren't. Could I go through with it? Well, there was only one way too find out.

"Okay," I said with a shaky voice. "I'll do it."

They all smiled at me. "Good girl," Alexandra's voice was proud.

"But," I added quickly. "I don't want any one from the audience to penetrate me, only you three."

"Will you give blowjobs?" Alexandra asked and I nodded. "Do they have permission to use toys to penetrate and punish you?" Again, I nodded. "All right, the theater is almost full, so I recommend that you use the bathroom while you can."

She pointed down a hallway were there was a few doors and I hurried down too them. After a quick use on the toilet I splashed some water in my face to cool myself down a bit, before returning to the backroom.

"Is there a lot of people out there?" I asked.

"Did you get permission to talk," mocha-licious said and I closed my mouth immediately.

Alexandra laughed. "Yes there is, it's completely full. And before we go out there, you need to know what too call us. I use the name Miss Alexandra," she pointed too her redheaded colleague. "This is Mistress Ruby, but Mistress will do. The green eyed devil goes as Sir and our coffee with milk man prefers Monsieur. Is that understood?"

"Uhm, yes," it only took a lifted eyebrow to make me remember an important detail in the BDSM community. "Yes, Miss Alexandra."

"Good. And I believe that it's time."

Miss Alexandra turned away from me and lead the way out into the amphitheater, closely followed by Mistress Ruby, while both Monsieur and Sir put a gentle but firm hand on the small of my back and escorted out like gentlemens. Butterfly's fluttered in my stomach.

A happy but respectful applause met us as we stepped into the middle of the stage. The theater was darkened with the stage lit up by gentle spotlights, nothing that blinded you or created uncomfortable heat.

Mistress Ruby was already standing by the metal trunks that had been turned into a survey of paddles, cuffs and toys. She picked out a riding crop turned back to the middle of the stage.

Miss Alexandra stepped forward to a single microphone present. "Good evening everyone, and welcome to the main event," she started out by introducing herself and her fellow Doms, then went on to a short explanation of the event and the strict rules that followed. I couldn't concentrate on her words, my only focus was on the three Doms around me.

"Strip," Sir's voice close by my ear send a shiver down my spine.

With shaky hands I started to unbutton my shirt, all the while trying to breath properly. The sting of Mistress Ruby's riding crop over my backside had me yelping and quiver with anticipation.

"Slower," Mistress Ruby's voice was almost as sharp as her crop.

I slowed down my movements and followed Monsieur's movements out of the corner of my eye. He was preparing a large bench with leather cuffs attached to the legs. I could feel myself getting wet, moisting my simple white cotton panties, which I which I was now taking off and for the first time, I wished that I was the owner of lace and silk underwear. But unfortunately I wasn't.

After all my clothes was on the floor and I was standing naked in front of a room full of people, Sir lead me over to the bench.

"Bend over it," he said, his voice clear and I was sure that everyone in the theater could hear his every word. "Turn your head too the side."

I did as I was told and fought back a moan as my overheated and wet pussy met the cold leather, when I bend over the edge. I turned my head to the side so I could see every single person in the room.

My legs was cuffed to the legs of the bench and my hands were cuffed to each other behind my back, nearly making it impossible for me to move. Mistress Ruby's crop hit my backside again and I yelped again by the surprise of the sound and impact.

Apparently the part of the stage that the bench was standing on was moveable and it started to spin around slowly, giving everyone a good view of my pussy and ass spread wide.

"Look at how wet she already is," I heard Miss Alexandra's voice say, and the audience murmured their agreement. "I think she likes this. But I know that Sir is eager to punish her for her behavior earlier this evening."

As she spoke, I could feel a warm hand on my ass cheeks, and Sir's breath on my shoulder as he leaned closer too my face.

"Ten, for the Dungeons & Dragons comments," he said sweetly. "And five, for thinking that Miss Alexandra was joking. You will count out how many strikes you've gotten, is that understood?"

"Yes," I whispered and my ass cheek hurt from the slap Sir gave me. "Yes Sir, yes Sir."

"That's another five to teach you a lesson."

After the first five strikes I knew what to expect, and my pussy got even wetter. The fact that I was only able to grind my pelvic bone against the bench drove me insane, it was not enough to get release and I needed it.

When I finally breathed the number twenty, I was panting with need.

I caught a glimpse of Sir removing his shirt, then Mistress Ruby blocked my view of his gorgeous body. She bend down and kissed me hard, sucking my tongue into her mouth almost as if she was giving me a blowjob.

When a long finger pressed into my pussy, I moaned into her mouth. Monsieur pressed another finger into me and was massaging my vagina walls expertly, and I felt myself clamp down around him.

Mistress Ruby seemed to know that I was about to cum. She pulled her mouth away from mine and put her finger in my mouth instead. "Don't forget to ask for permission before you cum," she said with her sharp voice."

I swallowed around her finger. "Can I please cum, Mistress?" I begged. I didn't know if I would be able to stop my orgasm if she said no.

"Well, let's ask the audience, shall we let her cum?" the audience whistled and whooped in response, and Mistress Ruby wiggled her finger in my mouth. "Yes, you have permission to cum."

Monsieur added a third finger and pumped them in and out of me. I couldn't help but bite down on Mistress Ruby's finger as my entire body tensed in pleasure.

"I think she needs something else to suck on," Monsieur said and he withdrew his fingers from my pussy, and stepped into my line of sight. He was already naked and rock hard. He sat on the bench right in front of me and the finger in my mouth was replaced by his cock. "Suck."

The now familiar feeling of Mistress Ruby's riding crop meeting my ass, stung on my sore butt. "That was a bad thing to do, biting me," she said. It was hard to concentrate on her words and the delicious cock at the same time.

I heard the buzz only a half second before the vibrator hit my pussy. I jumped in surprise and a hand at the back of my head was the only thing that kept me from releasing the cock in my moth.

Mistress Ruby ruthlessly pressed the vibrator against my pussy, alternating between the speeds. I had never thought it possible to cum twice in such a short time space. I tried to speak, to ask for permission to cum, but the hand at the back of my head would not let me let go of Monsieur's cock.




Pleasures of Life



The vibrator suddenly left my pussy and I was left feeling cheated as my orgasm subsided. But it gave me the opportunity to enjoy hard cock in my mouth. Though it was not long before it would be replaced with Sir's cock instead of Monsieur's. It was just as hard and amazing.

I felt the slight chill of lube hit my ass and then the burning stretch of invasion. It had to be a butt plug, it wasn't big enough to be Monsieur's cock. I had never had anal sex before, but if there ever was a time to try it, now was it.

It might not have been Monsieur's cock in my ass, but it was his cock sliding into my pussy. The fullness of both having a butt plug and a cock inside of me was indescribable, it hurt a bit but it was the good kind of hurt and I moaned around Sir's cock.

This time I didn't even get a chance to ask for permission before I came, the orgasm hit me way too fast and everything that was being done to me felt too good. My entire body shook and spasmed before I exhausted let my head rest on Sir's thighs.

At that moment, I didn't have the strength to move and I had gone partially def. But Sir and Monsieur didn't seem to need my help to maneuver me around. The cuffs around my ankles and hands were removed. Sir moved himself beneath me and took Monsieur's place in my still twitching pussy, with Monsieur removing the butt plug before he pushed himself into my ass.

I placed my hands on Sir's shoulders to support myself as the two men pounded into me.

Mistress Ruby suddenly stood on the bench in front of me. She had removed her pants and shirt, now only wearing her corset and a thong, which she pulled aside and pushed her clean shaven pussy towards my.

"Lick me," was all she said and I eagerly leaned forward to lap up her sweet juices.

After a short while, she stepped down from the bench to let a guy from the audience get his turn. I sucked him hard and played with his balls until he stepped away to shoot off his load in a tissue before walking away, only to be replaced by a new guy.

After my third orgasm brought to me by my first double penetration, everything became a lust haze. The three Doms stepped aside to let a couple of more men and a few women play with me.

The whole thing must have lasted more then two hours and I lost track of how many times I came. It was all finished off with me lying on my back on the bench with Monsieur cumming in my mouth, three of my fingers buried in Mistress Ruby's pussy and Sir fucking my pussy until he came.

I felt spoiled and the Doms wasn't even finished. I was carried to a car and we all drove to Sir's penthouse apartment, were we had Chinese and Indian food delivered, which we ate in the heated jacuzzi on the terrace. I was fed and pampered, my hair washed and every inch of my body was massaged.

Everything that day had been a first, but one thing was sure, it wouldn't be the last.

Authors note: Please forgive any spelling and grammar mistakes, I do my best <3



Pleasures of Masturbation



It was a hot night and I was feeling extremely horny. My guy Craig is just like me, always horny and loves masturbation as much as I do. He was at work when I decided I needed to make myself cum. I needed the release. I laid in bed and was thinking about how much I love to have my pussy eaten as my hands wandered over my body. First my fingers teased my nipples pinching and pulling on them making them nice and hard. I sat up in the bed so I could lean down and lick my nipple and bite it softly. MMMMMMMMMM it felt so good. I continued to lick my nipple as my other hand wandered down to my hot pussy. I could feel the heat from it and I hadn't even touched it yet.

I could feel the softness of my bare pussy as my finger slowly traced over the lips of my shaved pussy. The heat that was coming from my pussy made me want to cum fast. I started to touch my clit with my index finger making slow circles on it. The minute I touched it I could feel the pre-cum oozing from me. 

I reached over into the drawer and pulled my toys out. I have this 7 inch anal dildo that I slid in my pussy to get it lubed up. I turned to my side and slowly slid the dildo in my tight butt hole. It felt so painfully good, made my pussy drip even more. 

I was moaning with pleasure when I heard a noise. It was Craig standing in the doorway watching me. I could tell by the look on his face that he was enjoying seeing me fuck my tight ass. He walked towards the bed and removed his clothes. His cock was already hard. When his clothes were off he started stroking his cock while he watched me. I started fucking my ass harder and faster while I fingered my clit... soon I was cumming so hard. My juices oozed from my hot pussy. I looked up just in time to see Craig shooting his load of cum all over his thighs. 

I got off the bed and went to him and rubbed his cum on my lips... mmmmmm he tasted so good. I continued to lick the cum from his thighs, cleaning every drop of cum from him

Craig told me that he wanted me to try something new tonight. I am always open to Craig's suggestions. They always make me cum so good. He told me to wait and left the bedroom. He came back in a few minutes with a beer bottle. I gave Craig a wicked smile and was eager to find out what pleasure this would bring me. Craig told me to lay on my back on the bed and handed me the bottle. He said, "I want to watch you devour that bottle into your hot pussy baby." I took the bottle and brought it up to my mouth. Taking it in my mouth and sucking on it like it was a hard cock. My hand stroking up and down the shaft of the bottle. 

While I was doing this Craig was laying on the other end of the bed with his hand wrapped around his cock stroking it like I was stroking the bottle. I removed the bottle from my mouth and told Craig.... "Watch me baby, I'm going to fuck this bottle til the cum oozes from my hot pussy." 

I brought the neck of the bottle to my pussy lips. I was so wet that the tip of the bottle eased into me easily..... I could feel the lip of the bottle inside my pussy giving me pleasure. A moan escaped my lips.... Craig said, " Come on baby fuck that bottle, slide it in your hot little pussy." As the bottle went deeper in my pussy, I fucked faster and harder. Craig slid closer to me and started rubbing my clit with his thumb as he stroked his cock. I reached down and started rubbing his balls. I could feel my orgasm building and could see by the look on Craig's face that he was about to cum. Faster and harder I fucked my pussy while Craig stroked his cock. I moaned and started yelling.... "Baby!!!!!!! I'm cummmmiiiiiinnnnnnnggggggg." 

At that moment Craig moaned loudly and shot his cum all over my face. His hot cum was dripping down my cheek. I let the bottle in my pussy as I leaned forward and grabbed Craig's cock and rubbed his cum off my face. I then took his cock in my mouth and sucked it clean... 

I licked my lips when I was done and said.... "MMMMMMMMM yummy baby!!!!" Craig reached down and removed the bottle from my pussy and brought it to his lips, licking my cum from the neck of the bottle. He then kissed me and we tasted the combination of our cum on each others tongue..... We fell asleep in each others arms, both totally exhausted and sexually satisfied til the next time......