15 comments/ 143283 views/ 17 favorites 1Wish By: Extreme Bohunk A very special 'Thank you' to the very special woman who inspired this. Without you, I couldn't have done this. You are truly my Muse. * Nita stretched. The hazy sunbeam spilling through the huge bay window split around her. It warmth caressed her bare legs, up to where the men's soft white dress shirt she was wearing started. The shirttail rode high, just revealing a hint of curvy bottom. She arched deeply, her body a sensual silhouette. The shirt, and her favorite pair of comfy white socks were all she was wearing. She let out a soft sigh, the fabric of the shirt wisping over her curves. The sunlight felt so nice. She undid three buttons, allowing more of it to kiss her gently freckled cleavage. She stood on tiptoe, flexing her calves, languishing in the sensuality of the moment. Her arms went higher, as did the shirt. Soft rays warmed her nest of silky curls. She swayed gently from side to side, moving in and out between sun and shadow. The warmth of the light played across her mound, heating and cooling. A different kind of heat began to tease between her thighs. Nita's mind drifted, she let herself daydream. She thought of John, her husband. He had been gone for almost two weeks this time. His job was so demanding, flying to all points of the globe. The pay was great, but what good was it when there was no time to enjoy it? She dropped her arms, and wrapped them around herself in a hug, still swaying. Her thighs touched, adding volume to the erotic whispers already stirring. 'mmmmmmm' She giggled mentally. Her inner voice teased. 'somebody's hoooooorrrrnyyyyy.....' She continued to sway, as she planned his homecoming. Nita wanted to do something to really heat things up. Their love life had become routine, straight laced. John was a sweet and tender lover, but sometimes part of her wanted him to just take her, to really let het have it, and hard. She fantasized about it for a bit, still swaying as her thighs pressed a bit tighter together. She kept a mental journal of her fantasies. Her fertile imagination added page after page to it. Workman and the Housewife was high on the list, along with Naughty Schoolgirl, Sex Slave, and Porn Star. The sun dipped behind a cloud, easing her out of the steamy daydream. The inner tingle remained. For a moment, she thought of letting her fingers do the walking, but they had been working overtime for the past week. The seed of an idea took root, sprouted, and then blossomed. She padded softly to the computer, waited for it to come on, and typed 'hot romance' into a search engine. Lists of websites came up, and links to other sites. Nita read the more interesting ones, looking for tips and tricks to spice up John's evening, and hers. There was no shortage of information, she read on and on. With a bit of embarrassment, she realized her thighs had gotten happily back together. She also felt a small wet spot forming where she sat. As she was reading a particularily interesting passage, an annoying pop-up ad appeared. She clicked it off, and read some more. The seat cushion grew a bit damper. The ad popped up again. She made a sound of irritation, the article was getting to the best part. She clicked it off, and read on. Her legs crossed, her stocking clad foot rocked in a quick tempo. 'Dammit!' she said. The stupid pop-up was back! This time she looked at it. It read: 'Lackluster lovelife? Need some "Pizazz" in the bedroom? 1wish dot cum Free Satisfaction Guaranteed' And then: 'Click Here' Curiousity got the better of her, she did. For a moment, nothing happened. And then a simple box came up. It asked: 'What do you want?' There was a space to type in an answer. Nita thought, and then typed in: 'I wish for one night, that my husband would take me like the bad girl I am' She chuckled to herself at her clever, smart-ass answer. She hit 'Enter' The box disappeared. The cursor sat, blinking. A moment later, a simple message came up. 'Done' was all it said. The screen went back to normal, she finished the article without any further distractions. She stood, and shut off the system. It was far too nice a day to be inside. The afternoon sun, heat and the backyard pool beckoned. Summer in these parts was too short. Days like today were few and far between. Hot and sunny with just the right touch of humidity. Perfect for tanning. Lie in the sun until her skin got too warm, a quick dip to cool off, then back to lay out and let the heat dry her. In cooler weather she went to a tanning spa. She liked the privacy the spa gave her, she could tan all over. It was fun to lie naked, except for the little goggles. She would fantasize and masturbate to her heart's content. She hurried upstairs, shucking John's shirt as she went. A few minutes later, she was in her tiny swimsuit, and out the back door. Her now bare feet made small slaps as they met the warm stone patio. She made her way to her favorite chair, adjusted it to face the sun, and settled in. Her skin began to heat up, she reached for the oil. It squished into her palm, she set down the bottle, and spread the slickness over her skin. As her hands traveled and massaged it into herself, the too familiar murmurs of desire made themselves heard. She spent a long time rubbing her thighs. Her body stretched out, hands and fingertips playing idly over the soft, sensitive, and slick flesh of her stomach. They began to inch lower. And lower, sliding under the waistband of her bottoms. Her lips pressed together, the sun's heat soaked into her. Her fingers slowed their descent when they found the pronounced rise of her femininity. She moved them slowly back and forth, creating a delicious tug and release in her moist folds. Her mind drifted again, she floated off to a half dream kind of trance where fantasy rules. A small voice, almost subliminal came to her. 'Lower' it said. Her fingers obeyed. An exquisite friction teased beneath the hood of her waking nub. The sun beat down, as the heat rose. In less than a whisper, she heard 'You know you want to' The sweet and escalating sensations rose a few degrees as the tempo and motion of her fingers increased. She released a long breath she had been holding. The tip of her tongue moved slowly over her soft, Cupid's bow lips. The sun gleamed off her heated skin. A small sound of pleasure joined the summer air. The waking part of Nita's mind filtered through the envelope of rising pleasure. Her mind asked 'What if the neighbors see?' A secret thrill ran through her at the thought. A part of her always wanted to be watched, but not by people she would see later. With a combination of reluctance and difficulty, she pulled her hands from herself. She noticed her skin was hot, time to have a dip and cool it. After that, she could do her back. She rose, sticking to the chair slightly. The pool was above ground, built into a deck, and surrounded by a privacy fence. She climbed the steps with a grace few women posess. Some women have cute feet, some have elegant feet. Nita's were sexy, leading up to ankles that cried for attention. They moved with a natural feminine eroticism. A perfect toe dipped into the water. The rest of Nita followed a moment later. The water closed around her in a cooling caress. She held her nose, and submerged. A moment later her head broke the surface. She kept it tilted back, allowing the water to run off her medium length auburn hair, with sun kissed highlights. The pool was custom built, it had a shallow end. Nita moved to where she could sit, and keep her head above water. She reached behind her, undoing the strings holding her top in place. A moment later, it was off, exposing her large, full breasts to the sky. Her nipples were exquisite, a mix of beige and pink. They stood out nicely, about the thickness of a pinky finger, surrounded by a light tan halo. At the moment they were crinkled from the cool kiss of the water. Her bottoms followed soon after. She rested her back against the wall, letting the sun and her mind pick up where they had left off. Her hands went to her breasts, just above the surface of the water. It lapped along the sides of them, her fingertips tweaked and pinched her now hard buds. With a sigh, she moved her thighs apart and together, creating a small ebb and flow of water over her sex. Indiscriminate, unfocused fantasies crossed her mind like clouds in the sky. She let them wander, to see where they would go. She thought of John, with a much bigger cock, pounding her tender pussy until she begged him to stop, and then for more. Her thighs moved quicker, the water did too. The sunlight filtered red through her closed eyelids. Her lips pressed together and then formed a small 'O' as the image of being tied up, helpless, and forced to climax again and again joined the private peep show in her imagination. She squeezed her thighs together tightly, sending an arc of pleasure to the pink bud now peeking from it's hood. A shadow crossed her red tinged vision. 'Only a cloud' she thought. And then, a whisper. 'Maybe someone's watching' It shocked her back to reality. She sat up, covering herself and looking around all in one motion. There was no one, she was alone. Still, she had that feeling of being watched. The thought stayed with her as she settled back again. A minute later, her hand drifted between her legs. She let her mind play, guiding her fingers. The water cooled, her hand created more heat. She imagined someone watching her. Nita felt the stirrings of a delicious climb. A fingertip stroked the tip of her clit. Her free hand moved over the womanly curves of her stomach, in teasing little patterns and then back up to caress a breast or hard nipple. Another whisper, louder. 'You like being watched, don't you?' Nita breathed, 'Yesssssss' Another whisper, this time in her ear 'You ARE a bad girl Nita.' Her blue eyes flew open. She sat bolt upright, and looked around frantically. No one. Feeling sheepish,she mumbled to herself 'Just my imagination playing tricks on me.' One of the pool toys brushed her arm. It had a duck on top, and about six inches of plastic tube molded to the bottom of the duck. She felt an emptiness that needed to be filled. The voice urged her on. 'Do it!' Nita played along with her new imaginary friend. After all, it was only telling her what she wanted to hear.... Her hand closed around the toy. She closed her eyes, settled back and moved her legs apart. A moment later the rounded tip of the tube eased her willing folds apart, and then slowly deeper. She worked it in and out of herself, her other hand busied itself on her swollen clit. A minute later, her hips moved in time with her hands, small grunts of approaching climax escaping her. The voice coaxed her. 'That's right! Fuck it Nita! Fuck it hard! She tensed, and poised on the edge of release. There was a bright flash behind her eyes, a moment later a loud clap of thunder split the skies. A late afternoon storm had blown up out of nowhere. She had to get out of the pool, and fast. Large drops of rain pelted her skin as she stood, and then ran naked to the safety of the house. Momentarily out of breath from the dash to the door and her denied orgasm, she panted. A fit of giggles overtook her as what had happened set in. After a few seconds, she regained her composure. She checked the clock, John still wouldn't be home for several hours. She made a little sound of frustration. The fire down below was still burning. She needed to cool off. Another flash and more thunder came from outside. Nita turned, and headed toward the kitchen, leaving a trail of wet footprints behind her. The house was cooler than outside, the change in temperature felt good on her skin. Her nipples agreed. She paused at the refrigerator, wanting a quick snack. There were popsicles in the freezer. 'Perfect' she thought. She pulled one out, unwrapped it, and savored the sweet ice on her tongue. She mused ' Too bad cocks don't come in flavors.' Her imagination kicked in again, her mouth moved around the ice, gently sucking. A large drop melted, running off the side of her mouth, and down her chin. For fun, she let another go, and still another drip slid down her chin. She held it out, letting drops fall onto her chest. They tickled, she chased them with a fingertip. Her nipples became fully erect, pulling into small hard crinkles. She drew circles around them with the tip of the frozen treat. She moved her bottom to the table, and backed herself onto it. The popsicle slid messily lower, over her stomach. It found the center of her heat, she moved it around and around her swollen lower lips. She gasped as a shock of cold rolled over her clit. She pressed it harder into her nub. Melting drops rolled off the ice, into her slit, mixing with her own wetness. She moved the tip to her opening and pushed. Her pussy contracted around the ice, sending thrills and shocks through her overloaded body. The clash of the cold intrusion with her inner heat soon had her at the edge. One more thrust.... The ice gave up. It slid off the stick, and out of her. Nita was left frustrated in a sticky pool of wetness. She groaned. 'I was soooo close'. The syrupy mess quickly became uncomfortable. She pried her gooey bottom off the table, and headed for the bathroom. Nita's bathroom was a delight, especially for her. She loved the water, it reflected in every detail of this room. A large sunken tub dominated it. There were few things she adored more than to fill the tub with rich, scented bubbles, and soak in candlelight. The built in water jets and pulsating shower head only added to the appeal of her favorite room. She had passed many long nights here when John was away. The tub filled quickly. She added her favorite oils to the rising foam. Nita's skin was very soft and smooth, other women were jealous of it. It was irresistable, John always found excuses just to touch her. With a happy sigh, she sank into the water. She turned on the showerhead, aiming the spray at her sticky femininity. In seconds, she was clean. She laid back, moving the pulsating head to where she needed it most. The strong jets soon had her moaning. She built rapidly, after having been so close and denied earlier. She tensed, bit her lip, and came hard. Her sounds of release echoed loudly off the tile. As it passed, she felt the full body relaxation she craved. She lingered for a long while, letting the bath oils soak into her. The water slowly cooled, she reached up with a lazy toe to open the drain. The water receded around her. A moment later, she stood and grabbed her shaving kit. Her legs were going to be perfect tonight. She used good creme, it was made for women. She squeezed out a generous amount, applying to her legs. It foamed up, she expertly cleaned any trace of stubble. Under the arms was next, she had it down to a science. No nicks, no cuts, just smooth Nita. An idea came to her, from one of the articles. She hoped John would like it. She squeezed another handful of creme, and began working it into her soft curls. A few minutes later, her pussy was hairless and smooth as the rest of her. She ran a hand over her newly bare skin, surprised at how sensitive it was. Her eyes slid closed as goosebumps raised on her flesh. She took a sharp breath in through her nose as a fingertip gave her still tingling clit a few playful flicks. She exhaled a long soft 'mmmmmmmmm' Another flick, and a small, quick orgasm took her by surprise. As it passed, she longed for another. She couldn't remember when she had ever been this horny. It was like every cell in her soft, curvy body craved sex. Nita thought of her favorite vibrator. It was average sized, but had a powerful variable speed motor in it. One time it made her come so hard, she had ejaculated. The tiny voice was back. 'Don't, he'll be home soon. What if he saw you?' The thought of John walking in while she was in the middle of an intense orgasm, hips jerking and thrusting as she worked her gushing pussy with the vibe was too embarrassing to think about. But still, the secret thrill of being watched...... Nita's eyes opened, her face puzzled and concerned. That voice was becoming a bit too real for comfort. She stood, and slid a silky white robe around her damp skin as she moved to their bedroom. The robe's movements across her skin beneath it served only to fuel her lust. The air was cooler in the bedroom, giving a momentary respite from the low flames burning within, and a chance to clear her head. She turned on the radio, it was a station she didn't remember putting on. The music was unfamiliar, almost hypnotic. It was like she was hearing it with her body instead of her ears, her flesh soaking it in. As she turned toward the closet, she noticed a shopping bag sitting on the bed. It hadn't been there earlier. It had no store markings on it, just a simple white bag with a big red heart on it. Elegant white letters across the heart spelled 'Nita' Her first thought was that John had come home early and left it for her. She walked quickly from the bedroom, calling out 'John?' There was no answer. She called again. Nothing. She heard a greasy chuckle from behind her. Nita spun, and found herself face to face with.... With.... Her brain tried to decipher what her eyes were telling it. He was a little fellow, about 3 feet tall. His body was rounded, and nearly nude. It looked like some kind of cartoon, but was real as she was. Little blonde curls surrounded a cute, but not innocent face. The eyes held the knowledge of ages in them, with a dark humor. And then she noticed his dirty little wings. Several questions rushed to her mouth, all trying to escape at once. 'Who the-What the-Where did-I-uhh-ehrrr-' He crossed hims arms and laughed at, not with her. Nita finally found her voice. 'Who the fuck are you?' He shrugged, and produced a business card. It read: Teamsters Local 269 Cherubs, Imps, Leprechauns and Dock Workers He stuck out a small hand. 'Name's Bob. How ya doin'?' She reflexively shook his hand, noting it felt moist, in an unpleasant way. Through her shock, she blurted, 'How long have you been here?' He rolled his eyes impatiently and mumbled to himself 'Every fucking time....' And then to her, 'I've been here all day, horny girl! The pool, the kitchen, the bathroom. I've been trying to get your attention since I got here, but all you wanted to do was play with yourself! Where did you think the voice was coming from, your inner slut? Get with the program lady!' Bob snapped his fingers, a lit cigar appeared between them. He took a deep drag, and blew heart shaped smoke rings into the air. Another drag, and he blew arrows into each floating heart. Nita shook her head, trying to wrap some reality around the unbelievable scene she was an unwilling participant in. Her face went from disbelief, to concern, to curiousity, and back to disbelief. Curiosity finally won out. She asked, 'Where on Earth did you come from?' He laughed again. 'Earth! That's a good one! Hey! You clicked, remember? 1wish dot cum?' Nita looked confused. He pulled a small notepad from somewhere under his toga, cleared his throat dramatically, and read aloud to her. 'I wish for one night, that my husband would take me like the bad girl that I am' Her mouth fell open. She stammered, 'But-but- that was just a joke! I typed it into that stupid pop-up!' Bob threw his hands up, 'Do I look like some kind of fucking joke to you? I'm not laughing lady! You clicked, I'm here, and I'm fucking stuck here until the job is finished! You DID read the part about Satisfaction Guaranteed?' His beady little eyes roamed her body. 1Wish Nita realized her robe had fallen open, and Bob was treating himself to yet another free show of her feminine charms. She also noticed he was getting a hard on. Words continued to fall out of her in bits. 'Uhhh, uhmm, So you can't leave until...?' He finished the sentence for her. 'Until your husband fucks you silly! I'm here to make sure that happens. You clicked, he dicks! What's so hard to understand?' Her eyes moved from the obscene cherub to the bag on the bed. Before she could ask, he told her, 'It's a nice little outfit he won't be able to resist. I'll take care of the rest.' She blinked, trying to comprehend. 'You mean...' Bob smacked his forehead. 'Son of a BITCH! Do I have to explain everything? OK, here goes. In about 10 minutes John boy is gonna come through the door. There's gonna be a drink waiting for him, his favorite. And then another. While he's relaxing, you're gonna sneak back up here, and put this little get up on. About 30 seconds after he sees you in this, I'm one step closer to getting the fuck out of here. Got it now?' He snapped his fingers, she was instantly in a long black dress that accentuated her every curve. Another snap, and a full length mirror appeared in front of her. She gasped in surprise. The dress had a subtle shimmer to the fabric which highlighted her body with every motion. It clung to her, showing all, revealing nothing. Which was what she had on underneath. Her hair, nails, make up and jewelry were perfect. A pair of silver earrings matched a tiny chain bracelet and anklet set. The shoes were a sexy tribute to her gorgeous feet. Nita had a hard time recognizing herself in the mirror. A door closed downstairs. John was home. Nita asked Bob 'What about you? What do I tell John?' Bob gave a 'no big deal' shrug. 'He can't see me, only you can. Let's get this show on the road OK? Go downstairs, and say hello to your husband.' She found John in the living room, shoes off, feet up, drink in hand. The same odd radio sation was playing, he had his head back and his eyes closed. Nita moved silently behind him, covered his eyes with her hands, placed a soft upside down kiss, and whispered sexily, 'Guess who?' John smiled and guessed. 'Uhhhh, Lana?' Nita kept her hands over his eyes, and moved around in front of him. She gave a deeper kiss, and whispered, 'Nope, try again' He crinkled his brow in thought and guessed. 'Carol?' Her lips moved to his ear, and traced a trail of heat. John gave a low 'mmmmmmm' and guessed, 'Uhhh, Bubba?' She whispered 'Nooooo' and looked up to see Bob impatiently checking his watch. She slyly gave him the finger. She stood, removing her hands from John's eyes. They opened and went wide, absorbing the vision that was his wife. She handed him his drink, he gulped it in one shot. She turned slowly, letting him see the whole show. He grinned from ear to ear. He didn't know where to start. 'Wow! I-I-mean you look soooo..... WOW!' She smiled, and went to get him another drink. Bob, floating, held one out to her. She brought it to John, bending so he had a perfect view down the front of the low cut dress. Nita glared over the top of John's head at Bob, who had moved in for a look. John didn't notice, unable to tear his eyes away from her display of freckled cleavage. He felt a heat building inside himself. It seemed the room was getting warmer. Nita looked back to John, and noticed a flush on his cheeks. There was a gleam in his eye she hadn't seen since they were dating. She began to think maybe Bob wasn't so bad after all. She stood and told John, 'You relax for awhile, finish your drink.' She moved to the stairs, and up, Bob floating behind her. They entered the bedroom, she closed the door. In a hushed, yet sharp tone, she demanded, 'What the fuck? Are you going to watch my every move?' Bob grinned and replied, 'I have to, best part of the job actually. Satisfaction guaranteed, remember? Besides, I happen to know there's a little part of you that likes to be watched.' Nita's blush gave her away. Bob gave her a smug 'I knew it' grin. He snapped his fingers, she was nude. His eyes again traveled her body, lingering on her newly shaved surprise. Without moving his eyes, he asked, 'You gonna get dressed, or do I get to look at Bald Valley all night?' Nita sighed in exasperation, and opened the shopping bag. She pulled out a pair of low cut white cotton panties, one size smaller than she normally wore. Next was a lacy white bra. It felt like it was made of smoke. She slid on the panties, saving herself from Bob's leering eyes. The bra was magic. It fit perfectly, and did things for her chest that nothing store bought could do. Next from the bag was a pair of white, just above the knee stockings, made of the same material as the dress. Small silk bows decorated the top of each. They slid up her legs, and stayed perfectly in place. A pair of sexy black patent leather shoes with adorable little ties came next. And then, a small white shorty top. It left her midriff bare, the white of the shirt contrasting with her skin. She tied it under her breasts, leaving the buttons undone. And finally, the classic red plaid skirt. Except this one was slit up the side to give a tantalizing peek at the panties beneath. And short, stopping just above her rounded cheeks in back, and just below her cotton covered mound in front. Bob snapped his fingers, the mirror was back. Nita's reflection was the sexiest 'Fuck me' schoolgirl she had ever seen. Another snap, and a silver and black cross necklace appeared between her breasts. Nita felt a thrill of nervous excitement run through her. Bob leered and winked, admiring his handiwork. 'Babe' he said, 'You're about to get the ride of your life. Your gonna thank me every time you sit down for the next couple of days.' He snapped, the mirror vanished. Bob went on, 'OK, now listen up. John's not gonna be able to get out of that chair until you say "Fuck me like the bad girl that I am". Until then, you can do anything you want, if you get my drift.' Nita nodded, she had never felt sexier. She was already getting moist from the combination of anticipation and built up need. Bob smacked her on the ass, shocking her into action. 'Let's go Chiquita! I'm on the freakin' clock here!' She sauntered from the room, working her hips. A low sting remained on her bottom where the little cherub had so rudely planted one. One by one, she made her way down the steps. The patent shoes really did reflect up, she could see her panties peeking out with each step. She moved to the living room, noticing the same radio station still on, and in the center of the floor, a wooden stool, surrounded by a pool of light. It was the only light in the room. Nita paused, took a breath, stepped in front of her husband, and into the light. John's eyes bugged at the sight of her. His mouth opened and closed, searching for words. He had been getting more and more uncomfortable waiting. The room seemed hot, his crotch was aching. He could think only of her, he was getting hornier by the minute. Nita stood for a second, watching his reaction, and unsure what to do next. She let her imagination take over, slipping into the role of Naughty Schoolgirl. 'I'm sorry I'm late, Sir.' she lilted, getting into it now. 'I'll do my best to catch up on the work I missed. I think my books are right down here....' With that, she turned her back to him and bent to a low shelf, knowing exactly what her skirt was doing behind her. Exposing her cheeks, with a white strip of cotton between them. She stuck out her bottom, and wiggled saucily as she 'looked for her books' John tried to lunge from the chair, but couldn't. He had never felt a desire so strong. For him, the room was getting hotter, growing hazy, with a reddish tinge. She was just getting warmed up. Having located her book, Nita turned back to him, and moved to the stool. She slowly straddled it, one leg at a time. Her bottom floated to meet the seat. She opened the book, pretending to read, crossing and uncrossing her legs. His eyes were locked on her panties, as they peeked out and then disappeared with each movement of her legs. She set the book aside, and stretched deeply. Her back arched, the shirt pulled open, putting her beautiful cleavage on full display. A hint of her perfume, and her own natural scent floated to his suddenly ultra sensitive nostrils. The beast that was John's lust roared, yet he remained riveted to the chair. Nita thought she heard him growl. She looked up into red rimmed eyes filled with primal lust. He was like a caged animal, straining for release. She cooed, 'Ooh, I'm sorry Sir! It's just seems to be getting so warm in here' With that, Nita pulled the tie of her shirt loose, allowing it to fall open. At the same time, she raised her feet to the cross slats running between the chair legs. Her knees moved wide, fully exposing her cotton covered sex. A bit of her puffy outer lips peeked from each side of the white band. She closed her eyes, cradled her head with one arm, while running her other hand down her neck, between her breasts, across her stomach, finally coming to rest just inside the waistband of her dampening panties. Had John been able to move, he would have ravaged her right there. Nita was really into it now. She decided to take her peep show to the next level. Her free hand teased back up her body. The other met it where her shirt hung open. With the flourish of a stripper, she peeled it off, her eyes locked on his. She held it to the side at arm's length, and let it drop to the floor. John watched hungrily, a not so willing prisoner. She could feel the heat of his stare. Over his head, in the darkness, Nita could see the eerie glow of Bob's eyes as he too, enjoyed the show. She really enjoyed being watched, feeling so desired. The thought took her excitement and performance to a new plateau. Her hands slid slowly down her body again. The fingers on one pulled the panties aside, giving John his first look at her newly shaved sex. His nostrils flared, capturing more of her wet scent. For a second, she could swear she saw a red glow from deep in his eyes. She breathed, 'I just can't help myself Sir. I try not to, but it just feels...so...goooooood'. The index finger of her other hand found her center of pleasure, tracing slow circles over and around it. Her eyes slid shut as sparks raced and collided with each other, growing with each movement of her fingertip. She added another, and picked up the pace, pressing harder. Flashes of light went off behind her eyelids, her body took over. Nita's knuckles went white as she pulled harder on the panties. Her body tensed, shook, the seat beneath her bottom grew wet with her juices. She grunted, her fingers working hard. She peered from under heavy lidded eyes at her audience. Their expressions spoke more than words ever could. It sent her over the edge. She tensed, stroked furiously, and then let go. A sharp, jolting climax ripped through her. Her mouth fell open, sounds of release escaping it. She pressed her thighs together, another vortex of pleasure crested and passed. Through a haze, reality floated back in. She panted, faking embarrassment. 'Oh Sir! I'm so sorry! I'm such a bad girl!' She looked down coyly, as if ashamed, but also to dislodge her feet from the slats of the stool. They found the floor, she slipped off the shoes. She rose on still trembling legs, and moved to John. Nita leaned in close and in a sultry whisper asked, 'Don't you think I deserve to be punished Sir? I'm sooooo naughty! Would you like to spank me Sir? I really, really deserve it.' Bob snapped his fingers, and John suddenly found he could move his arms. They shot out, roughly grabbing Nita, bending her across his knees. In one motion, one hand caught Nita's arm, bending it up behind her back. The other raised her skirt, and began raining a quick tempo of stacatto palms to her upturned cheeks. Nita yelped between each, 'Hey! OW! I thought-OWW! you-OW! saidOOH! he couldn't-OWWW! move until-OUCH! I-OW! said so! OW! OW! OW!' Bob laughed cruelly, 'Yeah, I'm kind of a prick that way, ain't I?' Nita's other hand came up to protect her stinging and now pink ass from John's assault. He made another quick motion, and both arms were pinned to the small of her back. She kicked her legs, trying to get free. It was no use, the splat of flesh on flesh filled the room, along with her anguished cries. Tears of pain ran from Nita's eyes as she got the bottom warming of a lifetime. John began alternating his strokes. Faster, slower, harder, softer. She never knew what to expect next, except that it would really sting. And then he stopped. Somehow, that was worse. She squirmed, his surprisingly strong grip still held her. The warmth from her tush began to creep forward. His fingertips played slowly across her abused flesh. A tingle went to her slit, a chill to her skin. Goosebumps stood out over her entire body. A single hard shot took her by surprise. The jolt of pain shot through her, the tingles and chills set in again as his fingertips did. He continued this pattern, merciless teasing and then the unexpected sharp impact. Nita found herself arching in anticipation of the next. She began to pant, her mouth hung open, the panties now soaked. It was sweet torture, building her desire to previously unknown heights. Her body shook, every fiber of her screamed with need. Finally, she could take no more. 'Fuck me' she begged. 'Fuck me like the bad girl that I am' He roared to life, suddenly free of his invisible bonds. John had ceased to be a functional, thinking human about the same time Nita began her strip show. He was now only a creature of pure lust, and she was going to be on the receiving end of it. He threw her body effortlessly over his shoulder. One hand tore at her skirt, it shredded. With an amimal grunt, he turned and fairly flew up the stairs, Nita bouncing on his shoulder. She was shocked, he had never shown this kind of strength before. He also seemed bigger, more muscular, and hard. With strong and purposeful strides, he stormed to their room. He stiff-armed the door, it blew open, rocking on it's hinges. Nita felt a push, and squeaked as he tossed her onto the bed. She landed hard, and would have flown off the other side, save for the rough grasp he put on her ankle. He grabbed her white robe, and pulled the sash from it. Before she could protest, she found her wrists tied together, and then to the headboard. She was thrilled and terrified all at once. The man she loved was now a stranger to her, she was at his mercy. The thought made her wetter. He moved to the closet, returning with two black leather belts, and a bandanna. There was no compromise in his eyes. Nita suddenly feared for her safety. He looped the belts through their buckles. His hand shot out, catching an ankle. She tried to pull away, he tightened his grip. He fit the circle of leather around her ankle, and tied the loose end to the bedpost. A moment later, the other foot followed. She pulled experimentally against her bonds, they held fast. The bandanna descended, covering her eyes. Nita trembled. Lust, fear and trepidation each tried to overcome the other. He made her wait, the only sound was that of the radio. Finally, she whispered, 'Bob?' He replied 'Sorry Toots, I'm on lunch.' She lost track of time. Her mind played between fantasy and reality. The thought that John was watching her was making her crazy. She squirmed, trying to rub her thighs together. She tried moving her still rosy bottom into the sheets. Nothing. The tension built, along with her desire. She gasped and jerked as something; something soft touched the arch of one foot. And then the other. Jolts of pleasure ran up her legs and crashed between her thighs. The softness floated it's way up her skin in a non pattern of stop and start sensation. When it touched her, the stimulation was almost unbearable. When it stopped, it was worse, leaving her breathing deeply, tensing against the bonds keeping her from the next touch. It tickled her skin, and sent sparks beneath it. The exquisite torture moved higher, deftly avoiding her nipples. It was gone for a second, and then was at her neck. She shook as it found her ears, and played. As it crossed her lips, she realized it was a large feather. And then it was gone. She was left panting, helpless, and wondering where she would feel it's next soft agony. She gasped loudly as it found the ultra sensitive spaces between her toes. It teased over and over them, never repeating the same pattern. Each served only to add more fuel to the inferno her body had become. It played her arches, between her toes, ankles, the tops of her feet. She groaned, becoming consumed by the sensations, not knowing where the next would come from. It traveled slowly up her legs. As it reached her thighs, she was moaning loudly, arching her hips, desperate for any contact with her now flowing pussy. It teased ever closer, and then away. A long groan of frustration filled the room. There was no way this could get any worse. She was wrong. A second, stiffer feather introduced itself the tender flesh of her stomach. Her wetness gave a few involuntary contractions. The additional stimulation overwhelmed her senses, moving her to a state of delirium. Her entire body felt like one raw, exposed nerve. The inner flames licked her to near insanity. Nita pulled hard on her bonds, biting her lower lip, every muscle tensing. The two pronged stimulation continued, keeping her a safe distance from the edge, but just close enough to let her think she could make it. She felt like she would lose her mind. 'Please' she begged, 'Please I can't take anymore.' It stopped. Nita wailed in frustration. 'NO! That's not what I meant! Don't stop! Oh please, PLEASE DON'T STOP!' She was left shaking and unfulfilled. A moment later, the lacy bra was pulled from her body. She felt a strong hand in the waistband of her panties. A quick tug, and they ripped away. She only thought she had felt vulnerable before. Now she was completely nude, and still helpless. A hard kiss exploded on her lips. The human contact surged through her, she kissed back with all the passion she had. A small explosion went off in her overloaded mind. She surrendered to the fire. His mouth moved away from hers, leaving her panting. It began a slow downward tour of every inch of her skin. Nita moved back to a trance state as the mouth worked magic on her. She had several small orgasms, one after the other as his lips and tongue paid homage to her breasts, and the extremely sensitive nipples capping them. It slowed at her stomach, licking trails of fire on the tender skin. Her breath came in shudders, between moans of delight. And slower still as it moved past her bellybutton, which received some exquisitely detailed attention. She panted as his lips grazed where her soft curls used to be. He lingered here, the tip of his tongue slipping over and over her newly exposed flesh until she thought she would scream. And even more slowly, lower. She lifted her bottom off the bed in a silent plea, and then sank back in disappointment as that wonderful mouth alternated between thighs. Up and up, exploring the crease where her leg joined her body, achingly close to where she wanted it most, and then down the other. And then back up, her body tensing in delirious anticipation. She threw her legs as wide as they could go. Nita felt his warm breath blow gently on her sweet, aching lips. Her entire being shuddered. A long, slow lick started on one side of her dripping folds, and moved to the other. More explosions went off inside her. Nita was a trembling pool of need as he licked and licked her outer and inner lips. She could feel each beat of her racing heart in her as yet untouched dark pink button. 1Wish The mouth stopped. She hung between the pain of need and the ecstacy of release. A moment later she felt a wet finger slide into her, and then another. Her pussy clamped around them, she tried to thrust herself deeper. Without warning, the mouth closed on her begging clit, and began to demand her release. It did not coax, it ordered her to the edge. Nita felt herself build and build, the mouth was relentless. A stream of passion sounds poured from her. And still it built. She pulled hard at her bonds, her body tensed, locked, and prepared to let go. And still it built. A long drawn out groan came from deep in her throat, between bared teeth, finally surfacing as a scream of release. Nita shattered, his mouth drawing out her orgasm long past the norm. As it began to ebb, tiny flicks of his tongue caused smaller quakes of release. She fought for breath, gradually coming down. Bob's voice cut in. 'Weeeeell! Looks like page 47 of Nita's Fantasy Journal! The one where she's tied up and forced to come again and again! Golly Gee! I wonder what happens next?' There was a click, and a familiar hum filled the air. Nita opened her mouth to protest, but shrieked a moment later as her vibrator was worked forcefully in and out of her. In seconds, she was meeting it thrust for thrust. It was moved a bit higher, and pressed into her now hypersensitive clit. She came instantly, hips jerking, guttural moans coming from deep within her. It moved lower, giving her screaming nub a break, continuing it's rough massage of her inner walls. Her head thrashed from side to side, a sheen of perspiration accented her post climax flush. And then back up to her pearl, blasting another loud climax from her out of control body. And then back down. She lost count of how many times she came, the cycle repeating itself over and over. Barely recovering from one, she was launched to the next. One time, it was held on her clit at full power until she screamed for mercy, as climax on top of climax rocked her. When it was finally over, she was in a very big puddle of her own woman juices. She barely felt the hands untying her, she had lost herself shortly after the vibrator had found her clit. She was dimly aware of being pulled up to a sitting position, eyes trying to readjust to the low light in the room. Her drained body twitched with aftershocks. Bob's raspy voice barged into her ears. Again. 'So Nita, Still wondering if cocks come in different flavors? Why don't you have a taste of this?' Nita opened her mouth to ask 'What?' but never got the chance. The strong hands grabbed her head, and turned it so she came face to face with an very large erection. She recognized it as John's, but bigger. Much bigger. He had a double fistful of her hair, she could not pull away. He yanked, she yelped in pain. The cock stuffed into her open mouth. She had to stretch her jaw to get her lips around it. As it pushed in, the head ran across her tongue. The taste sent a new thrill through her. It was strong, raw, and all male. She started sucking and licking in a frenzy, he was pummeling her mouth with it. Her face was his fuck toy. Her mouth stuffed with cock, Nita barely noticed Bob. He was floating, flipping through pages from a book. Her eyes went wide went she saw the title. 'Nita's Fantasy Journal' In spite of herself, she was beginning to enjoy the rough treatment he was giving her mouth. The taste was making her crazy, she just wanted to suck, and suck, and suck. She threw herself into it. Bob interrupted her thoughts. 'You see Nita. I'm not making you do anything you don't already want to do. I'm just here to help you make that leap, and so far, you're doing great! Admit it, you're having the time of your life!' Nita's head bobbed in agreement. Bob went on, 'Now John here, he won't remember much later on. These are your fantasies, your desires. You like the big cock he's got now?' She nodded again. Bob continued. 'That's all due to a little something I slipped in his drink. Sort of a combination Lust Potion and Male Enhancement all rolled up into one. Turned him into the fuck monster you wanted.' Bob glanced back to the book. 'And speaking of fuck monsters, look at page 51 here in your journal. Nita wants to be a Porn Star!' He snapped his fingers. The room transformed into a cheezy movie set, complete with camera crew. Bob had donned a director's hat and megaphone. He began barking orders into it. 'OK, Places everybody! Cameras rolling? Nita do you know your lines? Of course you do! This is your big chance to have everybody watching you! Don't that get you right in the girly parts? I know it does. Here we go everybody! Fuck Me Like A Bad Girl, take 1! Lights! Camera! Friction!' The bright lights came up, John's cock felt even bigger in her mouth. She started working it over, giving her best blowjob ever. The thought of the crew watching her pushed Nita past any reservations she had held. She was finally going to be a Porn Star! She could hear the hum of the lights and cameras along with the wet slurping sounds her mouth made on the huge cock in it. The close-up camera guy moved in, she played to him. She looked into the camera, and slowed her actions, giving the most erotic performance she could think of. Her mouth opened even wider as she slid the thick shaft deeper, until it touched the back of her throat. Out of the corners of her eyes, she could see the entire crew staring, hypnotized by the heat she was producing. It was time to move the scene along, she thought a little girl on top action should do it. With a long wet slurp, she slid the drooling hardon from her lips. A final long lick from balls to tip, and she was ready. She moved back on the bed, leading John by his hardness. She noticed she could barely get her fingers around it. He was getting bigger by the minute. She rolled him to his back, and straddled him. She placed the big tip at her more than ready entrance. She slid down by degrees, until she took him all. She felt a gentle stretch, he was really big, but not too big. Nita braced herself on his chest and began to rock her hips. She moved up and down his length, making sure to grind her hips when she hit bottom. The first tingles of another climax stirred in her. He began matching her movements, adding another degree of pleasure. Nita could swear she felt him swell again. She looked up to see every crew member was hard. One of them was masturbating furiously. A long moan escaped her, and then another. She knew her lines, alright. They came to her naturally. 'Ooooh, yeah! Fuck me baby! That feels so goooood!' The big dick slipping in and out of her convinced her to really let loose. Her on screen orgasms weren't going to be fake. She ground down hard, and howled as her climax took her. She collapsed on his chest. He started thrusting upward, fucking her hard. Nita held on squealing and gasping with delight. The heat from the lights had her bathed in clean sweat. They reflected off every beautiful curve of her body. She gave a loud 'Ohhhhhhhh' as a second climax arrived. John let her slide off him, her bottom still in the air. There was a soft wet sound as he pulled out of her. He moved around behind her, teased her slit a few times with the head of his shaft, and slid fully into her. He worked himself back and forth with full, measured strokes that had her shaking in no time. She backed into him, meeting him thrust for thrust. In less than a minute they were slamming into each other at full speed. Nita grunted with each collision of their bodies. She was on the brink. Her hands clutched the sheets, her head dropped, a cascade of female pleasure pouring from her lips. She raised her head, took a deep breath, held it, and exhaled another loud 'OOOOOOOOHHHhhhhhh!' as he fucked her into bliss. His thrusts kept coming, as did she, getting louder with each. Nita's body dripped with sweat. His pounding hardness kept her flying from one climax to the next. A very large one ripped through her. Her hips jerked as she came hard, really hard. She went limp, and rolled to her back, fighting for breath. Strong hands found her knees, moving them widely apart. He moved between them. Her eyes went wide as she saw the size he had grown to. She was used up, she pleaded 'Please, I can't....' Bob stage whispered to her 'Take that leap Nita!' John moved between her legs and she felt herself completely filled as he entered her once more. He eased himself to the hilt, making sure she was still wet. She was soaked. Without warning, he began fucking her as hard as he could with every inch of himself. Nita was stuffed full of hard, pounding cock. It hurt so good, she begged for more, grunting and squealing with each powerful thrust. 'Ooh!Yes!YES!YESSS! Fuck me HARD! Please, oh please!' She pulled her legs up and apart, his huge cock slamming even deeper. Nita let herself go completely. She screamed 'Fuck me! Fuck me like the bad girl that I am!' She screamed again as she came. This orgasm made all the others look like a warmup. It rocked her from head to toe, consuming her completely. It went on as long as he did, and he wasn't stopping. It was the last thing she remembered. Bob snapped his fingers. The room returned to normal. John was still humping away on Nita, as she tried to recover from the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. Bob snapped again, releasing John from the effects of the potion. A few quick thrusts, and he came like crazy. He rolled off, and was asleep in under a minute. Nita was making tiny sounds, not quite awake, not quite asleep. At the moment, she had no idea who, or where she was. Nor did she care. Bob placed a tender kiss on her damp forehead, and was gone. Bright sunlight streamed through the windows. John had been awake for hours, he wondered when Nita was going to get up. She never slept this late. He barely remembered anything after getting home last night. The drinks must have really hit him hard. He thought 'I should check my email' and got the computer started. As he was reading his mail, a pop-up ad appeared. 'Lackluster Lovelife? Need some "Pizazz' in the bedroom? 1Wish dot cum Free Satisfaction Guaranteed He clicked, the question box came up. 'What do you want?' 'Hmmmmm.' He wished he could get Nita out of her shell. Sometimes she was such a goody goody. He wouldn't mind if she were a bit more of a 'bad girl'. He typed in, 'I wish my wife would loosen up a bit. Maybe some sexy outfits. And some boots. I like boots.' He clicked 'Enter'.